It is short.It is short. Hanging just inches below my hips. Hiding, yet not hiding. The soft satin underlays conceal -almost- my nipples. Their tautness pushes against the satin and their form is there to see. The creamy breasts peek over the top. I pile my hair carefully atop my head (though that will not last long). I glance at the lacey panties that were meant to be worn with the gown. Thinking. Hestitating. I pick them up. I drop them. Putting them on. No. Removing them. No. Finally donning them again, I descend to the kitchen. Your favorite wine has been hidden in the back of the refrigerator. Chilling for just such a night as this. I take down two crystal wine glasses from the set we save for special company. Are we not very special ourselves? Are you not worth the finest that I can offer? Quickly rinsing the glasses and placing them in the freezer for a light frost - not too much, it dilutes the wine - just so the frost is there on the glass. I slice the cheese and carefully arrange it. Preparing as though we were entertaining the most important person. But then. I am. I want to serve you and you are the most important person in my universe. I carry the tray into the den. You are still sitting in chair but now your gaze is one of reflection as you read the words again. I know. You have now read it numerous times. Searching for the places it does not meet your approval. Checking. Re-checking. You glance up. That soft smile melts me. Then your eyes change as you register my appearance. No, Darling. I no longer am wearing the sweatshirt and slacks. Yes. I am dressed for loving. At first I was going to bring the tray to your chair. But then thinking more, no. You are finished writing now. Now is -our- time. Now is for the special foreplay that arouses me so intensly. I kneel by the fire, carefully setting the tray on the glossy maple floor. I lie down. Putting the book aside that I had been reading, I lie on the pillow. It pushes my breasts upwards more. I need not ask you. You rise to come join me. How I love that smoking jacket. Ahhh. If more men realized that dressing sensually is not just for women. Knowing you are naked under it certainly adds to my body's excitement. |