It was 4:30pm Friday. Cheryl was rushing home to shower and change before the big night.
"Damn do I have to hit this train every time?" she thought to herself.
Cheryls mind swirled with thoughts of the evening to come. Her loins ached in anticipation. Her hand, resting on her lap, slowly slid up her leg, lifting her skirt. Her clit was protruding and throbbed against her tight silk panties as her fingertips grazed over it. The sensations were enhanced by her fresh Brazilian wax. She closed her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure as she worked her swollen nub into a hot and frothy lather.
HONK!! Shit, the train was done before she was, oh well there was still the shower.
Cheryl pulled into the laneway and looked at her watch. It was 5:00. Wills car was already in the drive. She stumbled up the stairs to the bathroom, removing her clothes and shouting a "Hi Honey" to Will. She stripped off her now drenched panties and tossed them on the floor. Stepping into the shower, Cheryl closed her eyes and let the relaxing hot water of the hand-held massage head take her back into the ecstasy that the car behind her before interrupted.
Feeling temporarily relieved, Cheryl climbed out of the shower and toweled off. Will came into the bathroom, put his arms around her waist, and nibbled her neck. This peeked her nipples immediately. "Ready for a fun night of play?" He asked.
"Always!" was the reply with a twinkle in her eye.
Cheryl took time to do her make-up just right. Not enough to look like a slut, but enough so there was no mistake that she was no angel. She curled her long brunette hair, admiring her curves in the mirror. She was no supermodel, but her assets had turned quite a few heads everywhere she went. Her clothes were all laid out on the bed from this morning. A short blue jean skirt with a tight fitting, white cotton, low cut blouse that accented her 38c breasts.
They went out for a nice dinner, then stopped off at their regular club for ... Læs hele novellen
