I always have to wait for you. Every time, you are late. You're always sorry, but still you're never on time... and I always have to wait. My pussy grows impatient for you. An intense, painful physical longing I had never experienced until I met you. The rush of too much blood to my sex all at once, just at the thought of you. It brings an ache that only you can soothe.

The ache gets worse as I put on my stockings. I love to be sexy for you and my clit throbs as I look in the mirror. The soft white flesh of my thighs and that hot sweet spot nestled between them, moist and bare and knickerless, is outlined in stark contrast by the black lines of my suspenders, and the black lace stocking tops. My heart beats harder and the wetness builds inside. It feels molten as it starts to seep out and make my pussy lips so slick and ready for you.

My phone beeps with a text message. You’re going to be a little while longer yet. I sigh, and reach for the ruby red nail polish in my make-up bag. I should have enough time to paint my fingernails and let them dry before you get here. As I paint each one with careful strokes, I think about what my hands will soon be doing.

Touching you. Teasing you. Playing with you. I shiver with anticipation and the tension in my swollen pussy builds further. I want you so bad. It’s been weeks. I can’t wait much longer.

I continue painting my nails with a second coat. My movements are slow and deliberate, just like my hands are going to be when I finally touch your cock. You don’t always get to be the one who does all the teasing, Mister. I picture your handsome prick in my hand, with my glossy painted nails wrapped around your shaft as I stroke you. My pussy quivers at the thought of watching your cock grow bigger as I play with it, and feeling you get harder in my palm.

Where the hell are you? I need you to take me right now.

I lie back on the bed with my hands splayed by my sides, waiting for my nails to dry. I fight the urge to slip a finger between my pussy lips, just to test my own wetness. I don’t want to spoil my paint job and I know I won’t be able to resist sliding my finger in further, and starting to play without you.

I sigh and huff and keep my hands on the mattress. You should be here any minute. I make an effort to calm my breathing, to try to control my desire until you get here.

I am on fire. All I want is to engulf you.

As soon as I swing the door open at your knock and you step inside, I’ll wrap myself around you and smother you with kisses, the flames of my passion consuming the fuel of your flesh.

With my eager mouth on yours, I’ll lean into our kiss and feel the heat of your body; so warm and sexy and solid with muscle. My hands will travel over the now familiar landscape of your back, and down to your gorgeous toned ass, to give it a rough squeeze by way of greeting.

I’ll quickly dispense with your shirt and trousers, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor before you can protest and waste precious seconds to fold them neatly. I need you now. My lips will sizzle across your hot flesh as I make a trail of kisses, starting at your hunky chest and working my way slowly down your belly. Your cock will be sticking out, hard beneath your boxers and such a delicious gift for me to unwrap.

I’ll lower myself to kneeling and unleash your dick so it bounces free in my face, then giggle as it taps me on the nose. I’ll look up at you with big innocent eyes and a wicked smile, as I lick long and slow up the length of your erect cock. When I finally reach the tip, I’ll close my lips around it then begin to take all of you into my mouth.

Fantasizing about exactly what I’ll do when you get here helps me to pass the time while waiting for you to arrive. It really can’t be that much longer now, until you will have me pinned to this bed with those strong, meaty arms of yours. I'll scream and moan beneath you, as you fuck me harder and harder.

My aching and needy pussy can’t be too far away from satisfaction now, from your rubbing and stroking and teasing my clit with those magic fingers of yours, and the way you probe my tight, wet little hole over and over and make me squirt my abundant juices onto your hands. You always tell me off for soaking the sheets, but I know you love it when I do. No one else has ever been able to make me squirt like that.

Your rapping on the door startles me, even though I have been anticipating your arrival for at least the past hour. I slide myself off the bed, and spin around to quickly straighten the seams of my stockings in the mirror. I fluff my hair, check my make-up and smile at my reflection, before I turn to answer the door to you. I can’t wait to see your face, and to kiss you and do all of the things I’ve just lingered over in my mind.

I undo the bolt to unlock the door and for now the waiting is over, until the next time. With you, I always have to wait. And you know that’s exactly the way I like it…