this time...he took the lead

....This time round he wanted to take the lead, he wanted to slow it down and play it out the way he had imagined that morning.

It wasn't going to be exactly as he had wished, the reason being, she opened the door, peeking from behind, in nothing more than her panties.

He had no complaints...she smelt of a blend of a fresh shower and the body cream he knew she applied diligently after every wash. still radiant from the heat of the water....flesh soft looking  and flushed.

As always, very enduring in her welcoming smile that could even be seen in her eyes...those eyes that always looked like half moons, half asleep, deep pools of erotic mysteries.

Even more engaging and enduring was her ability to have him forget what he left on the other side of her doorstep, as she pressed herself gently into his frame, feeling her...hearing her smelling him, taking in his scent, rubbing herself against him like a wild feline would against her mighty mate....marking him as her 'territory'.

It was always the same...he had no control over what she made him feel. the effect of her closeness...the effect of simply thinking about her.

He managed to nudge her bit by bit toward the dining room table, pulling out a chair, gently pushing her to sit, seeing a slight surprise in those half moon eyes...a glint of devilish approval...a slight up curl of her soft lips.

And, then he proceeded to live out a small part of the fantasy he visualised in his minds eye.

It had to do with her sitting on the chair. It had to do with him stripping her off her clothes....but...in this instant...it had to do with him removing those skimpy little panties that sat ever so tight, sculpting the soft full lips of her womanness...........

RB.