You call me as I sit in traffic and ask me to come over. I am excited at the idea of seeing you, but the traffic is bumper to bumper and my AC is out. I was already frustrated by my predicament and your call hasn't helped settle me. I growl something noncommittal into the phone and feel a pang of regret at the let down sound in your voice when you say ok. I realize you need me there. I smile after a long moment but then grimace again almost as quickly.
It's late in the afternoon on Friday and I'm stuck in that hell hole somebody calls a job. Ack I think it's me. I'm typing to you about something fairly mild, but I'm rereading back emails. GOOD emails. mmmm So independent of the emails, I send you a txt "I'm so fucking wet and horny, I want you so much"
I am waiting for you to arrive and I'm so horny, knowing your coming today I have shaved my legs and pussy this morning and have been imagining you running your tongue over my smooth folds, I'm wearing tights with no knickers and I'm already dripping even though you haven't even arrived yet.