I’d worked a long retail-hell day on Saturday, and the thing that kept me going through that long cold day, was knowing that the heart of my heart would be waiting for me after work. Of course he’d be dressed as I’d indicated, in tight black leather corset, silky stockings and 6 inch patent leather heels. His legs, balls and pubic hair shaved smooth to baby-soft skin, moustache trimmed, face shaved close, hair neatly combed, his body smelling of soap and eagerness. I knew that during his preparation and dressing he’d have achieved a state of arousal and anticipation. I could see it in the way his ball sack hung low and his cock half hard as he stood at the sliding glass door in the dining room when I pulled into the carport. He’d been waiting for me, listening for my car. The thought made me smile – and made me wet.
He’d called me at work and asked me what I wanted for dinner. I could hear in his voice how anticipation had started to work it’s magic on him by early afternoon. I was alone in a corner of the shop where I took his call and when he asked me what I wanted for dessert, I paused for a long time and said “you and my fist.” It was a cliché thing to say, but his intake of breathe told me it had the desired effect.
I walked in and passed my hand over his chest, teasing his right nipple with my cold fingers. His eyes shut and he sighed, his nipple hardening as I gently pinched it.
Originally posted 2016-09-01 15:09:46.