Anticipation
Caitlin Ricci


I watch the setting sun sink slowly into the dark horizon. I know that he will return to me soon. I have been counting down the minutes since lunchtime, eagerly awaiting the moment he will walk through the front door. My excitement builds with each passing tick of the clock and while it has only been a few hours since I said bye to him this morning I feel like I haven't seen him in much longer than that. The minutes seem to stretch, each one longer than the last as I continue to stare outside my window, searching for any hint of movement to let me know of his arrival.

Dinner is waiting for him, his favorite dishes prepared just the way he likes them. The sweet aromas of glazed meat and freshly baked bread wash over me, making my stomach clench in anticipation. I will eat later, after he has taken the first bite and given me a sign of his approval, but my stomach does not remember this.

It is nearly dark now and I must begin my final preparations for his arrival. I walk quickly into the bedroom and slip off my sandals, placing them in an unobtrusive corner of the large room. I slide my jeans down over my hips and thighs, my heated skin eager to be free in the hot summer sun. My shirt and bra quickly follow and the neatly folded pile is put into a basket in the closet. Lastly I step out of my underwear, a pair of lacy black panties that were a Christmas present from him. Instead of joining the rest of my clothing in the basket though I fold these up on his night stand so that later he may enjoy my scent at his leisure.

I stand before the full length mirror, silently assessing my nude body in the dim light cast by the many candles I have set up around the room. I know that he prefers this type of lighting. I look at my body in the mirror as I run my fingers through my long brown curls until they are sufficiently untamed as to surround my face with their lush softness. I know that I am no super model; my curves are too womanly and my body too full. But when he looks at me, and I can feel his gaze lingering on those curves that society has told me I should not have, I know that I am the most beautiful woman alive. He wants me, supposed imperfections and all, and that alone is more than enough to make me quiver with need and desire for him.

There is something else that I know he likes me to do before he arrives, and like the other things I did for him today I fully enjoy this one too. I lay back on the bed, my legs and part of my hips hanging off, my feet flat on the floor. My thick thighs are spread wide, the warm summer air caressing my already damp folds, my breath is coming in short spurts. The air teases my nipples as well and they require little teasing from my fingers to become the pert hard nubs he likes. My body is already responding to his memory and the smell of him that is surrounding me as I lay against our sheets. My full breasts tighten and swell and I can feel my need for him building in the pit of my stomach. Expertly my fingers move over my breasts, sending light caresses of energy shooting along my skin before sliding further over my ribs and stomach. My hands pause on the curls between my legs. I spread my thighs further and slowly dip one finger along the outside of my lips. Soon the other joins as well and I gently caress myself as I think of those fingers of his doing this to me as his dark eyes watch me writhe beneath him. Gentle caresses soon give way though to needing, desperate stokes that I feel throughout my entire body as I have to bite my lower lip to keep from calling out his name into the darkness. I must stop this though, I cannot permit myself to finish. I sit up quickly now that I have come back to myself.