It’s been a rushed day. We have plans with friends, and we’re just barely going to be on time, and we still have to pick up flowers for our friend. It’s her birthday.
On our way out the door, the house phone rings. You chuff a bit in annoyance, but I slip past you to answer. Only a few friends and family members have that number, and it may be an emergency.
You wait by the door, not-so-subtly reminding me of our ever-narrowing timeline.
I’m enjoying the look of frustration on your face, especially since it’s Elisa, the birthday girl, and she’s calling to push back our date time, and she’s misplaced her phone.
You don’t know that, though. I see you getting restless, upset as I chatter away.
I have pushed you to this point, and I know it, but I don’t like the attitude that is screaming from your body language. I need to nip that right in the bud.
I look directly at you until you notice. I hold your gaze until you realize what I want. Your head nods imperceptibly, and the tension visibly leaves your shoulders. I smile, and mouth, “Good boy,” as I talk.
My free hand slides down the front of my little black dress, caressing the soft tummy you love so much, smoothing over my hip, until it reaches the hem.
I play with the hem of my dress for a few moments, before slowly lifting it up, centimeter by centimeter.
Your eyes are riveted, following my hand. As the hem climbs up past the juncture of my thighs, I see your eyes light up at the virginal white panties I’m wearing. My special treat for you.
You take a step forward, without even thinking, and lick your lips.
I finish my conversation and hang up the phone. Smiling, I motion for you to take Front Position.
As you settle yourself to your knees at my feet, I gather your face into me. I know we have another hour before we have to leave, and you are beyond caring.
I think this will be a very good night…