He walked through the door at the end of a very long day and sighed with exhaustion. As he wandered down the hall, he dropped his briefcase while he sifted briefly through the mail before deciding it was all trash and depositing it in the can. He arrived in the living room and knew with absolute certainty, he was exhausted and he was alone. He had hoped she would be there.
He could usually tell when she was there—her presence always made itself known in one way or another. The smell of her, the sight of her, the sound of her, the feel of her always filled his space in a way that made him ache when he was without her, as if he were empty. He didn’t know for sure if she planned to be with him tonight, but he’d hoped…
Just as he was giving into feeling dejected, his eye caught something on the bed through the open door of his bedroom. It was a red box that instantly brought a smile to his face and a tightness to his trousers. She’d been there and left him a gift. As always, she’d placed his gift inside a red velvet box that delivered a very clear message: “Tonight I’m taking you on an adventure.”
He nearly skipped as he rushed to the bed and tossed open the box. He wore a silly, wide grin as he tore into the tissue paper and pulled out three pieces of bright red lace.
A bra, a skimpy thong and garters. Further inspection revealed black silk stockings to be held by the garters.
There was a card as well, with instructions:
“Pretty lace to be worn by my pretty boy. These will be lovely under your navy pinstripe suit, don’t you think? Be ready for adventure no later than 7.”
He dropped his new lingerie on the bed and moved toward the bathroom for a quick shower. He knew she expected him to be showered, freshly shaved, dressed and cock hard by the time she arrived to fetch him. It was 6:30 now, so he needed to move swiftly if he wanted to be ready on time.
After showering and shaving in record time, he slowed his pace to savor the experience of clasping his new bra around his chest, pulling it around to the front and positioned his straps correctly. He shivered with excitement as he pulled the lace thong over his smoothly shaved thighs and covering his stiffening cock. He had to adjust himself a bit so his entire length was covered in lace, but it felt amazing and he briefly pictured wrapping the thin filigree fabric around his thick shaft and stroking vigorously until he came, but he would never do that.
That was too easy, too quick. He would miss out on the slow, building anticipation of being teased and tormented by the knowledge that he was wearing her delicious gift, with her, waiting for her to make her move…
Once he’d positioned his garter belt in place, he slowly pulled first one silk stocking up his leg to fasten it in place, and then the other. The feel of real silk stockings on his bare legs was so delicious, his cock was fully hard and throbbing now. He would be required to keep it that way for the rest of the evening, until she was ready to make use of him.
He smiled and wondered what she had in store for him this evening as he buttoned his crisp, masculine, white shirt over the red lace bra. He knew someone who looked close enough could see the red through the thin fabric and his cock twitched at the thought of someone else knowing his secret.
He checked himself in the mirror and straightened his tie before tearing his gaze away and heading toward the door. As he passed through the living room, he saw the clock on the wall read “7” exactly and he heard the knock on the door at that moment.
She was never late.
He was giddy. It was all he could do to stop himself from running to the door.