Skin still steaming hot, water from my hair dripping, rushing down my bare body.
I run my hand against the blurred bathroom mirror, revealing my face. Smiling,
I pick up the towel and start drying my hair. I can’t wait for Rick to get home.
For some reason, I feel this longing sensation, this lust, like my body is calling for his.
An eerie kind of warmth filling my soul, becoming stronger and stronger as time goes by.
Eyes closed, I sit in front of the mirror, my fingers being dragged along my smooth skin,
almost at their own will. Electrified, jolting upwards, my eyes open wide, goose bumps all over my body.
I pick up my beauty products and move to the living room, waiting for Rick to come through the door.
I dim the lights and light some sticks and candles.
As I feel the aromas fill the room, my body gets hotter and hotter,
turning hungrier and hungrier for Rick’s magic touch.
With every touch of the cool body cream on my tight skin, my head tilts slightly backwards,
a swift breath leaving my body. I keep going, still looking at the door.
My hands, running up and down my slim fit body, circling around my neck,
slowly being dragged towards, fitting perfectly around my curvy bosoms,
my palms sliding down my flat stomach, reaching my smooth long legs as they go.
As I hit my toes, I start heading back up from behind, gracefully embracing my calves,
working my way up, finally reaching my firm bottom.
While my hands keep moving around, massaging my hot body, I can hear the door unlocking.
A sudden push and I find myself on my knees,
head sticking behind the back of the sofa, facing the door.
“Hey honey, is the shower ready?”, he asks as he rushes past me, totally unaware.
“Rick!”, I say reluctantly, still hiding the rest of my body behind the couch.
“Come on Monica, is the shower ready or not?”, he shouts, still rushing around in full panic.
“Rick!”, I shout loudly, jumping off of the sofa, now fully exposed.
Turning around, he just stands there in awe, scanning my naked body.
Slowly, I start moving towards him, eyes locked on his, one foot in front of the other.
“What seems to be the problem, sir?”, I ask, my face almost next to his.
“Am I that boring?”, I add, landing my hand on his buttocks, giving it a hard squeeze.
Jolting upwards, he clears he throat. Little droplets of sweat forming on his forehead.
“Weee… We have to go out for dinner. Forty minutes.”, he mumbles,
his eyes desperately landing anywhere but on me. I back off.
“This is the third time Rick! You either do me right now or I swear it is going to be a long time until you see me like this again.”, I whisper, clenching my teeth.
“But, honey, it’s the boss.”, he whines, looking at me with those puppy eyes.
“How can you be so fucking adorable?”, I say, grabbing him by the tie, biting his ear.
“You do know what you have to do in order to get access to this again, right?”, I whisper in his ear, ending with a swift lick. He nods.
“Off to the bathroom then! We are going to be late!”, I say, fixing his tie, a subtle smirk forming on my face.
As he rushes into the bathroom, I just stand there for a bit, looking at him go, smiling.
The thought of missing out on sex actually excites me in a way.
We have this rule, if for any reason he can’t satisfy me when it comes to anything sexual,
he has to guess the color of my underwear in order to be worthy of me once again.
It is a sort of punishment, a moderating factor in his life as a workaholic,
keeps him sane and faithful. It is exciting for me in some way.
I love him, all too much admittedly. If I were to be completely honest,
I’d say that I find it to be a pity, having his amazing toned body go to waste,
working twelve hours a day. Well and then there’s the other thing. Oh, the other thing.
One of a kind. Having been together for ten years now, I believe that this little game is what keeps us going, even in our thirties.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I amble to the bedroom, trying to find something to wear.
Going through my wardrobe, I find this stunning dark blue short dress,
an incredible fit with a belt around the waist, widening as it goes.
I put it on and do a few spins, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
This is the one.
I smile, my cheeks burning red.
As Rick opens the bathroom door, I look at the clock.
“Twenty minutes!”, I shout, sitting on the bed, trying to pick which shoes to wear.
Scanning and scanning, my head keeps moving left and right, up and down, like a machine,
looking for the perfect match. After a while, a stop, my eyes aligning with the grey high heels.
Such a great choice. I put them on, grabbing my lipstick and perfume, striding to the living room,
a half-naked Rick rushing past me. “Be there in two!”, he shouts, rustling through the wardrobe,
picking out one of his costumes. Until I finish with the last touches,
I can see him right next to me, fixing his tie.
I turn to him and scoff, “So unfair.”.
Laughing, he puts his hand around my waist,
keys in hand, heading for the door.
After an awkward elevator ride, we exit the building, hopping on the taxi.
While we go through the busy streets, looking at our watches, he keeps on clearing his throat.
I lean towards him, landing my hand on his arm.
“Now, remember the game. You probably want to have me as much as I do, only that,
based on the circumstances, you’ll have to fight for it.”,
I whisper, with a wide smile across my face.
Filled with confidence, I relax, letting my head rest on the seat,
staying silent for the rest of the ride.
What a perfect weather for a night out.
I wonder if he gets it right this time.
While I am lost in my thoughts, the taxi comes to a full stop.
We rush out of it and into the restaurant. Rick rests his hand on my waist as he always does.
A tingling sensation, knowing that he is always so close to fondling me. So close, yet so far.
I love this place, amazing food, soothing atmosphere.
We start moving to our table as I glance at my watch. Two minutes late, I suppose this is fine.
Reaching the table, I am stunned. I expected a dinner for four, not a full on meeting of the board.
Table is divided in two, women on one side and men on the other.
We take our seats, opposite of one another, awkwardly sitting down, pulling our chairs forward.
As time goes on I start regaining my confidence, ready to introduce myself to the ladies next to me.
Lucky me, I get to sit next to the boss’ wife and secretary.
Good thing I already know how they both look like.
Immoral thoughts can’t be kept away from my mind.
Rick’s boss is probably having his way with both of them,
at different times of course, or maybe…
“And this is my wife, Monica.”, a familiar voice throws me off,
waking me from my streak of conspiracy theories.
“Pleased to meet you!”, I say, forcing a smile, glaring at Rick.
“Rick tells me you didn’t know about the board’s dinner.”, he says, still shaking my hand,
“James! Glad you guys could make it in time.”, he adds. This look, this slimy touch.
The guy is definitely scum. If this is what it takes to be a CEO,
I hope Rick never gets to see such a day. Call me selfish, call me anything you want.
I love my husband and I wouldn’t want anything to change that.
Not a minute later, with my gaze lost, thinking of all the horrible days to come if Rick climbed his way up the corporate ladder,
his boss’ wife turns to me and says, “I am terribly sorry if Rick is late a lot lately. James is really obsessed,
having everyone working long hours, even days, trying to find the next big thing.
My name is Susan by the way”.
I turn to Rick and smile, “Nothing can get between me and my husband, Susan,
especially a job, right honey?”. Rick, stopping his conversation, turns to me and says,
“Nothing is more important than you, honey.”.
With a grin across my face, I grab my chair, pushing it all the way forward.
Looking around, I start extending my leg, further and further, feeling it slide across Rick’s,
watching him yank his whole body upwards as I reach him.
“I’m sorry!”, he says, “Weird reflex.”, he adds, pinning his eyes on me.
Still smiling, I turn to Susan and continue talking.
As we keep going, I can see Rick slowly sliding his fork towards him, with the corner of my eye.
Suddenly, to everyone’s surprise, a loud ringing sound comes from under the table.
“Excuse me!”, says Rick, laughing nervously, diving under the table.
Everyone resumes their conversation, as if nothing happened.
While I grab on the chair to turn to Susan, I can feel a smooth touch between my legs,
slowly moving upwards, carefully caressing me.
Hands squeezing tight, I turn back forward, closing my eyes, pushing my lips shut.
As Rick’s hand starts reaching my knees, I let him have it.
In a swift move, I spread my legs wide open and pull my dress upwards.
In a flash, a loud thud startles everyone. All eyes on me.
“Rick, honey. Are you all right?”, I shout, tilting my head, my ear facing the table,
“Do you smell ketchup?”, I add, giggling. Everyone bursts into laughter as he reemerges yelling,
“I found it!”, fork in hand.
“Good for you, honey.”, I reply, subtly winking.
Minutes pass and his eyes keep locked on me, monitoring my every move. I turn to him and say,
“Are you having a good time?”.
“Perfect!”, he replies, desperately trying to speak with his eyes.
I pull my chair forward again, taking my right heel off.
Once again, my foot starts extending forward, finally reaching his leg.
No jolt this time, no reaction. I keep going, moving my foot up and down his calf,
slim silk stockings rubbing against his suit, such an arousing sensation.
As I push my foot forward, reaching closer and closer to his seat,
he pulls back, further and further away.
A cold breeze hits my exposed toes. Feels like my foot is sticking out of the tablecloth.
Realizing, in record speed, Rick grabs his chair and shoves himself forward, table hitting his stomach.
“Everything all right?”, says his boss, turning to him slowly, a judgmental look on his face.
“Yes sir, just trying to get more comfortable.”, replies Rick, already getting sweaty.
I let him settle in for a while, playing with my food, watching him suffer.
Seeing him sigh in relief, I start rubbing my foot against his leg once again.
Already used to it, he starts eating, bite after bite as I go higher and higher, closer and closer.
Reaching his knee once again, my foot slides forward, towards his goods.
I can see him sweating, his hands slightly trembling,
his eyes locking with mine every now and then.
With a bite in his mouth, I decide to rest my whole sole on his crotch,
making him moan as I flick my toes up and down.
“Mmmm!”, he exclaims, looking around in guilt, “Amazing food!”, he adds, barely convincing them.
I am loving this, the ecstasy, the control, the mystery.
Seeing how much he likes it, I start moving my foot around more and more,
feeling the friction of the stocking against his pants.
I keep going and going, watching him get lost in desire, feeling his testosterone rising.
After a while, I stop, looking at him, barely keeping calm, sweating,
hyperventilating, looking at me with these menacing eyes.
He keeps on staring, as if trying to convey a threat of some kind.
Surprised, I tilt my head lightly, raising my eyebrows,
wrapping two of my toes around his zipper, slowly pushing it downwards.
“Thank you for coming, everyone. See you at the office tomorrow.”, says his boss,
standing up, out of nowhere, or so it seemed.
How would we know? We were lost in this little game for quite some time.
“Saved-by-the-bell!”, I spell, opening my eyes widely,
staring into his soul, pulling my foot towards me.
Seeing as everyone is getting ready, I discreetly lean to the side, popping my heel back on.
Being the last to get up, we start heading for the door.
“Anything to say? Honey!”, I whisper, putting his hand on my waist.
“Are you insane?”, he hisses, looking at me straight in the eye,
“There was everyone in this table and you came with no underwear?
Rubbing my crotch under the table?”, he added, whispering through his teeth.
I smirked and stopped, my stare burning into his soul, resting my hand on his face,
“We didn’t get caught, did we?”.
Closing his eyes, he let a deep sigh leave his body,
“What does it mean? Do I win? The color was… Nothing? Nude? Invisible?”.
Moving backwards, towards the door, I shake my head,
“What it means, my dear Ricky, is that what you got back there is going to be the only action you are getting tonight.”, I whisper, leaving him speechless,
“Unless! You do a damn good job taking care of this down here, again and again and again.”, I add, subtly running my fingers between my legs.
“I hope you had a lot of water tonight Ricky, because that mouth has a lot of work to do.”, I say while turning around, winking over my shoulder…