I bought some new lingerie. I haven't done that in a very long time, and most of all I hadn't ever done it before for someone so important in my life to show off for them.
It was four days of gradual progression of sexual arousal. At his house I wore my silken polka dot and pink lace bra and panties. The back of the panties are sort of mesh which gives him ample viewing of my ass.
I had also bought a vest. I was in his room in my bra and panties and the vest pulled over my breasts. It gave a splendid view of the rise. Two soft peaches. My skin is warm in his lamplight. I can't help but enjoy his awe when he reaches out and wants to grab me all over.
I lie down on his bed and arch my back a little. I watch him; he looks like he's won the jackpot. His hands come down on me and his fingers are searching out my nipples within my bra. There's a luxury about spreading his hands over my breasts and meeting the satin texture that he didn't anticipate.
When he comes to me he lies on top of me and pulls me up to him and squeezes. His lips are on my shoulder and then down between my breasts. Rubbing the material of my lingerie against his cheek.
Mmmm...memories. Not fantasies.