I Love to Watch Her Get Ready For a Date
I lay on the bed in our bedroom pretending to read as she comes in from her bath, wrapped in a towel.
She sits at her vanity and carefully applies her makeup -- not a lot; just enough to highlight the beauty of her face.
She gets up, drops the towel, and goes to her underwear drawer. She selects a bra and panty combination that she purchased from Victory Secrets. She steps into the panties, and puts on the bra -- closing the clasp in front of her, then turning the bra around, pulling the cups over her breasts and puts her arms through the shoulder straps. The bra and panties do more to enhance the beauty of her body than to conceal it. My **** starts to harden as I think about the fact that in only a couple of hours another man will be viewing this sight.
She looks over at me and smiles. "Do you think he will approve?" "Oh yes," I answer.
She goes to her closet. She picks out a top and skirt, and tries them on. She looks at herself in the full-length mirror -- turning from side to side, and spinning around. She takes off the outfit, and tries on another. After trying on several outfits, she settles on a short skirt that shows off her legs, and a top that buttons up the front. She leaves several buttons undone providing a view of her cleavage. She is dressed sexily but tastefully enough to go out to dinner with her new young man.
Before the evening is over, I know that another man will be removing the clothes that I have just watched her put on. Another man will see her naked. Another man will spread her legs apart. He will crawl between her thighs and **** her sweet *****.
She takes one last look at herself in the mirror, and decides she is satisfied with her appearance. She walks over to the bed where I am laying, and leans over to kiss me goodby. I look down her top, viewing her breasts. Soon she will be sitting across a dinner table from her date, teasing him with this same view. She kisses me. I know that before the evening is over she will be kissing another man. Those same lips that are touching mine will wrapped around another man's ****. My **** becomes rock hard with this image in my mind.
She steps back, and gives me another smile. "Don't wait up. I will probably be very late." She scoops up her purse from her dresser and walks out the door.
I won't wait up, but I doubt that I will sleep until she returns.