I knew he’d come. Call it intuition or a sixth sense, but I knew. That’s why I started to make this lingerie set to my exact measurements, special just for him. I slip out of my clothes and put on the bustier and see-through mini skirt, relishing how soft the lace feels against my sensitive skin. Knowing that he’s waiting for me, eager to see me in an outfit I made for his eyes only has me unbelievably wet. He wants to look at me, a realization that excites me to no end. I let my hair down and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the window.
