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I sat at the table for two, sipping my iced tea. The waiter had refilled my glass three times by the time my Bri arrived–always outrageously late but generally worth the wait.”Sorry I’m late, hon” She said loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. “I was getting a bikini wax and it took longer than I thought.”She always could make a stunning entrance. I looked around, but fortunately the place was relatively deserted.”Just sit down. I’m starving.””Perhaps I should order oysters. I’m feeling a bit amorous today,” she declared flipping through her menu.”When are you not?” I asked grinning. “What’s got you in a bother today?””Heading off to the beach with my guy tomorrow and I have something very special in mind for him.”The waiter arrived. We took our time placing our orders, enjoying flirting with him a bit. He was young, cute, and smiling shyly the whole time. I waited until he was out of earshot again before asking, “So this wax job you kept me waiting for is the something special?””Well, it was actually more like a cut and color. In honor of our first escort izmit get away weekend, I had the stylist trim my bush into a heart and dye it red. He’ll see just how much I love him when he dives into my eager pussy.”Bang! The sound of shattering glass interrupted before she could go into more graphic detail. The waiter stared at us, holding an empty tray in his hands. Our lunch lay scattered at his feet.”I believe I startled the poor kid,” she said, feigning dismay. The fiasco was quickly set to rights and we laughed and chatted in good humor throughout our dinner.When I got home I was still thinking about the adventure Bri was preparing. Most people wear their hearts on their sleeves. Brianna believed in more strategic areas.I wished I had the opportunity to surprise my guy this weekend. He was a naval officer and once again at sea for six months. The only communication we’d had for the past two months was via email. Our letters were basic and boring. “What did you do today? Did you get my package? The garbage disposal is broken again.”We izmit escort always spent the last weekend of the summer alone together. This year it just wasn’t possible. Feeling sentimental, I donned the purple camisole that he’d given me for Valentine’s Day. I slipped into bed and gravitated to his side. I missed his scent on the pillows. I wanted him in bed with me. Needing to bridge the distance a bit, I grabbed my laptop to send him a letter.”I wish you were here, darling. I love you and miss you. I saw Bri today. It was amusing as usual,” I typed.It was all wrong. It wasn’t the kind of letter I wanted it to be. I wanted it to be sexy. I wanted it to express how I was feeling. I wanted it to be sensual. Instead, it was the same standard letter. I erased what I’d written and leaned back against the pillows. The lace of my camisole lay attractively across my thighs and I ran my finger along it.”What would he do if he really were here right now?” I wondered, brushing my fingertips across my breasts. My nipples responded, izmit kendi evi olan escort immediately stiffening. After a few deep breaths, I began the letter again.My Darling,I can’t seem to fall asleep. You are clouding my thoughts, making it difficult to relax. I am tense, longing for your touch.I imagine you are walking into the room, covered from head to toe in your dress uniform. The formality of it is sexy and turns me on. I watch as you remove your hat and grin at me. Your desire for me evident in the way you undress me with your eyes.”Take off your clothes, sailor,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. You comply, slowly unbuttoning the decorated jacket.”I want you,” you murmur, shrugging out of it. Your undershirt is tight and stretched across your chest. You take it off and my eyes slide down your abdomen, following the trail of hair to your belt line. I want to lick your stomach and kiss your chest. I need to feel your nipples under my fingertips. You remove your slacks and stand in your regulation boxers, your trim body looking incredibly hot against the crisp white. The tip of your penis is barely visible. I want to see it. I want to taste it.You slip off your shorts. I love your uniform, but your birthday suit is my favorite. Your dick is hard and reaching out for me. I beckon you closer, licking my lips.

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