Touch of her hands
Stirs him from slumber and dream
Keeping eyes closed
Gentle touch excites
Where will her hands go next
Sexy, adjective, 1.concerned predominantly or excessively with sex 2.sexually interesting or exciting; radiating sexuality 3.excitingly appealing; glamorous W.A.S.P., noun, 1.A White Anglo-Saxon Protestant 2.A white, usually Protestant member of the upper social class
I thought that this AskMen.com article about Morning Sex that came across my e-mail was a great resource for boys. Basic and straight forward.
Given my experience, every boy wakes up ready or nearly ready and needs just a bit of encouragement. For me, stroke my breasts, let your hands wander and we are good to go......
They had not spoken the night before as they were both busy with projects and had spent the evenings working late into the night with their teams. She had called in the morning to wish him luck on his “big presentation” from the office, only to find she was not the only one who did not get any sleep that night.
She dressed for her meeting knowing that she had to impress the men in the room. Being the sole woman in these negotiations had its advantages if you knew how to capitalize on them and she was aware of her power. With the meeting at 11, she decided that she would just go across the street and buy an outfit for the day rather than go home and change. The time was needed to prep and the thought of new clothes against her tired skin was refreshing.
She took half an hour and headed to Neiman’s where they knew her and would be helpful in finding the perfect suit to accent her curves and boost her confidence after a sleepless night. She found a gorgeous black pencil skirt and blazer that fit her perfectly, as it accentuated her breasts and with a skirt that hit above her knee. Just sexy enough to keep them intrigued, but professional enough so that they knew who was in charge. She bought new white lace lingerie that only she would know their beauty under her new white shirt until she got home to him. As she changed into her new outfit in the change room, she was aware at how long it had been since they had slept together. Her breast ached for his touch when she stretched the white lace bra over them and slowly did up the buttons to her new shirt. They had both been working too hard. She was aware as she pulled on her stockings that she wished that he was doing it for her, like he used to in the mornings. Life had taken over, and who had time for such luxuries anymore?
As she was about to leave she knew that she deserved a treat and stopped at the Hermes counter. She also wanted to spoil him. Had he had the chance to change yet? She usually would have sent him clothes to the office when he had worked through the night, but she had not been home yet. She chose a new fuscia, gold and orange scarf and tied it around her neck, seeing that the color helped to deter from the fact that she hadn’t slept. The tucked the ends into her shirt and felt the ends graze her nipples through her bra, shivers ran through her body. As she went to pay she noticed a matching pocket square for him and thought that it would be a wonderful gift to have sent to his office this morning to cheer him up.
At her office, she found her special cufflinks that he had given her, her “good luck” cufflinks, in the top drawer of her desk. She slowly inserted them into the cuffs of her shirt, wishing that it was his shirt that she was touching. She had found the intimacy of helping him dress one of the strongest aphrodisiacs they had. Tying his tie, folding his pocket square with his help, but inserting his cufflinks was the “piece de resistance”. Was it the sexuality of the act that made her so turned on?
The team assembled and headed to the boardroom. The other men in the group could not take their eyes off of her as they walked down the hall, her red soles tapping the marble floor of the foyer, her stocking covered legs rubbing together as she walked. Could they here the intimate sound her thighs made as they touched each other? He claimed he could, could they?
She took a deep breath, adjusted the scarf around her neck, forgetting that moving it would send shivers down her spine as it grazed her nipples. She was ready for what lay behind the door to the boardroom or so she thought....
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The Sexy WASP