Read Light District
Mark called home, his meeting had been canceled and he decided to come home for lunch. Of course, with an hour's drive to get home, he hoped it would actually be lunch and a whole lot more. The kids were at school and it had been a while since him and his wife had done anything, so Mark was hopeful.
Allison knew exactly how to serve lunch, and it had very little to with cooking or food. Fully aware of the opportunity, she changed out of her everyday clothes, noticing how firm her nipples already were and seeing the tell-tale damp spot in her panties as she slipped them off. Still holding her satiny panties, she looked into the mirror running the panties down her body, feeling the soft fabric slide over her naked skin. She teased her nipples a bit, then slid the panties around her, moving down her back and softly over her naked ass.
Dropping the panties, she spread her legs apart, lifting one foot up on the dresser and touched herself feeling the wetness and heat building inside her. Knowing how it would excite Mark... breathing her fragrance, tasting her dampness, drinking her lust, she slipped a finger into her wet opening. Moving it slowly up her slit, she finds her sensitive clit, touching it with her wet fingers.
The phone rang and checking the caller-id, Allison answers it, "I hope you're almost home." Her voice is deep and she breathes heavily.
"Yes, I am just pulling into the neighborhood, I wanted to tell you how hard I am. I've been hard for the entire drive home."
"Mark, I'm looking in the mirror at my naked body. I'm standing with my legs spread and I touched myself. Mark, I'm wet, I'm so wet for you."
"I'm turning onto our street... bye." The phone went dead.
Allison hung up, and slipped on a sleek nightgown, not a nightgown she sleeps in, one she saved for a day like today. Leaving the front unbuttoned, she stood in front of the
The Lunch Break