beware the shadows, lest they escape darkallyways

un-anonymous-aiden:

The moment of truth, no backing out now as I hear the sound of his key turning the lock that will open the door, opening to me. I hold my breath.

It had been so easy, he hadn’t even realized it but to follow him home, to find his apartment here had been fun. To watch from the street as his lights came on, knowing that he was home after spending the day with me unknowingly was my pleasure yet to be shared. It took a while to figure out how I would find my way through the lobby and into his home and then luck had struck. You see, he and I are not strangers, actually no, we are co-workers, friends, though he doesn’t know how much more I desire. It was last month, he was talking about his trip to Philly and having to call someone to take care of his cat for a couple of days; I volunteered, after all, as I told him, we share the same stop on the L and since it was only for a few days it wouldn’t be a problem. He smiled and agreed, and with it I gained what I had needed, a key, a duplicate that let open the door this afternoon to prepare.

I had walked into the foyer, looked around at surroundings that were almost familiar, his cat remembering me as she rubbed and purred against my leg as I hung my coat in his closet. I paused, only for a moment to feel the soft leather of one of his jackets that hung so close to mine now. I spent the afternoon relaxing, enjoying his unknowing hospitality. I sat on his couch and gazed at the view of the city, I listened to the playlist that was paused on his stereo and took the liberty to change the sheets on his bed to something more dramatic. As the light began to fade I took the opportunity to step into his shower and feel the rain of hot water warm my body as I luxuriated in my preparation. Stepping into the steam that filled the bathroom I took a moment to appreciate what he would later see in the full length mirror. My body, pink from the heat of my shower would not disappoint him; I knew this, for even if he hadn’t admitted it I had seen him more than once steal more than a glance.

My eyes drifted to my full breasts as I felt the warmth of the lotion that would keep the silky feeling of my skin alive, waiting for his touch. I felt my hands rise along the length of my legs, flexing the curve of my calf as the smoothness of my legs inspired my imagination. My thighs strong and tight led me to the growing heat that waits for him. I smiled as I playfully stroked the soft neatly trimmed triangle, an arrow that pointed to where I hoped he’d please me. One final look at the warm nudity of myself before slipping into black lace; my favorite panties and bra that I hoped to tease him with. I would wait before slipping into my dress, for now I was content to wander his home in this most suggestive of ways, feeling the freedom of arousal while I waited.

Now, the champagne that I brought chilling nicely, his bed, made for he and I, candles lit filling his living room with the soft fragrance of desire I waited. I pondered what I had begun, hoping that the signals that I had sensed in him were real. I began to relive stolen moments and glances, how he had looked with veiled interest at me so many times, how he had commented when none was required and how, here, in his home I waited with my imagination being fed by his surroundings. I admired the thoughtful masculinity of his surroundings, polish of the wood floors, the richness in texture of his furniture, the artful design of the tables and furniture that completed his décor. I admired his taste in art, from the boldness of color to the complexity of design, the photographs that echoed more than journeys and his indulgence in hues that surrounded me. Though now it seemed effortless it had taken me more than a moment to coax the music that now filled my ears from the sleek entertainment system that reminded me of his appreciation of design and quality; much like the perfectly starched shirts that hung in his closet, yes, I had looked.

With the light all but gone I took my place by the window confident that even with only the streetlights as my guide I would see him as he passed from the street into the lobby below. I caught the reflection of myself in the mirror of the night’s glass and smiled. My hair long, framing my face, not pulled back the way I often wore it in the office. I could see that even in the reflection that my eyes, normally deep cobalt were alive and full of fire while the redness of my lipstick begged to leave a stain on the collar of his shirt. I looked again at the plunging neckline of my dress, is there really anything sexier than “the” little black dress? Right now, I don’t think so. The way the fabric clung to my curves was perfect, appropriately seductive without being too tight. I liked the way there was such a tempting taper, from my breasts to my waist before gently curving outward to my hips before giving way to the shortened hemline and the length of my legs. I have to admit that I was particularly happy with the strappy heels that accentuated the arch of my foot and the tightness of my legs.

There!

There he is, I see him now, his confidence clear as he makes his way along the sidewalk, through the crowd, the man who will be my lover tonight and hopefully beyond. I feel the excitement, the nervousness take hold in my stomach and yet at the same time the mere suggestion of him creates another sensation, a new level of arousal. To be honest, all day, every time that I’ve dared to clench my thighs, brush my hand against myself I have felt the tingle of arousal; the arousal that I know leaves me so very wet as I wait, as I anticipate; I may cum before he even has the chance to touch me such is the state I’m in.

He’s disappeared now, I imagine him walking through the lobby, a nod to the valet as he awaits his elevator. The paneled doors closing, at this time of evening he is likely not alone as he travels upward to me, the buttons for the other floors, round and glowing, like the circles of my nipples. How long will it take? The minutes have become hours, the seconds impossibly long. Do I wait here by the window? Do I move closer to the door? Shall I surprise him? Or shall I be obvious. Its too late to go back, I’m nervous; I’m aroused.

The moment of truth, no backing out now as I hear the sound of his key turning the lock that will open the door, opening to me. I hold my breath…

Shall I continue???