It starts with us both getting back home from a day out, exhausted. I take a shower first while he takes a few minutes to clean the place up. After I get out, he doesn’t hesitate to head to the bathroom and undress in order to take a shower as well. I peek through a crack in the door just to watch him strip, which always turns me on immensely. I try to act stealthy and s***** his white linen button up when it’s out of his field of vision, it smells like him. I can’t help but feel even more aroused when i put it on, absolutely nothing underneath. I thoroughly enjoy his smell while I make my way to the bedroom, and lay down in the middle of our bed, making myself as comfortable as I can, eyes closed and legs spread apart slightly. Engulfed in his aroma, i cannot help but picture his hands caressing every inch of my body, kissing my neck gently, slowly moving down to my n******… the reality of my current state hits me, though I dismiss it quickly, knowing that he takes quite a while in the shower and I will finish well before he is able to find me in such a compromising situation. It’s not long before I start touching my now erect n******, imagining his tongue carefully encircling them, almost as though he’s entranced by the taste of my skin. My hands instinctively move down my bare torso, lightly grazing my abdomen, belly button, and hipbones. Eyes still closed, i can’t help but smile as I remember how he always places gentle kisses on my hipbones and belly, almost knowing that I’m insecure about them. He always makes me feel wanted. I keep moving my right hand downwards, while the left retreats to my b****, massaging them gently. It’s only now that I feel just how wet I’ve gotten in the last couple minutes. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I start teasing my c*** with one of my fingers, barely applying any pressure until it feels unbearable. I pick up the pace a little, gasping softly every once in a while when I come upon a particularly sensitive spot. Feeling myself get closer, my mind starts drifting off, visualizing the o***** that’s slowly creeping up. I’m completely lost in the moment, barely attempting to stifle my moans and whimpers. A creak of the door quickly brings me back to my senses, and I am thoroughly startled when I see him standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, hair still wet from the shower. My face instantly turns red from embarrassent