Tina

It’d been two weeks since interesting encounter with Kevin, and already I missed him. I threw myself into work just to get through the days, and Maddie gave me my space to process. I couldn’t believe all I encountered with him that weekend, but Maddie said something to me that really stuck when I got home.

The only thing we can count on is personal evolution.

She really was a smart individual, and I stretched in my bed while those words rolled around in my head. Maybe people did change-- even in their later 30s-- and I decided to finally give Kevin a call and schedule a weekend I could come see him.

But, when my foot hit the floor, something crunched underneath it.

“What the-?”

I picked up the piece of paper on the floor and scanned it before my blood ran cold. It was written by Kevin and placed right beside my bed, and I wondered who the hell had delivered it for him.

Tina,

When you wake up, take your time. Get yourself a nice shower and wear it curled like you know I love. Get dressed in that beautiful crimson red lingerie you never put on anymore, wear your white polka-dotted heels, and come on downstairs to eat breakfast.

Sincerely,

Kevin

My fingers trembled. I read the note over and over again, memorizing every single word before the sweet smells of breakfast wafted through the air. Was he serious? Was Kevin actually downstairs?

Holy shit, did I still even own those heels?

I debated shooting him a text message. I didn’t want to do this here, not now. Not with it being sprung on me like this. DC was where I worked, not where I played. I was known around this town by many powerful individuals, and I could get called out at any second to work. How was that going to play out? I couldn’t just get up and leave during something like this, could I?

I reached for my phone and opened up a blank text message, but something inside me stopped. I looked over at my clock and realized it was almost ten in the morning, and just before I could type the message my stomach started to growl. I read the note in my head over and over again, feeling the shiver run up my back before my nipples stood at attention.

I wanted to do this.

And for once in my life, I was going to take what I wanted.

I scurried into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. I scrubbed myself down and put on lotion before I got out and scrunched my hair. I dug around for the bra and panties he was asking for before I searched for those heels, and once my hair was dry I bent over and fluffed it out.

“It’s now or never,” I said to myself in the mirror.

I watched a smile flutter across my face and it ached my heart as to how foreign it looked. Every time I looked in this bathroom mirror in the mornings, there were dark circles I had to cover up and snot I had to blow out of my nose. My job was stressful, and many times I held back tears while I fell asleep.

But none of that shit happened these past two weeks.

For once, I looked rejuvenated after I’d slept.

I went on downstairs and timed my heels to the sizzling of the bacon. A massive plate of food was already on the table, piping hot with a glass of freshly-squeezed apple juice sitting next to it. I looked around the corner and saw Kevin, shirtless and sweating, slaving away in the kitchen.

“Sit and eat,” he said.

I took a seat at the table and began to devour the food. I hummed and moaned in pleasure, the eggs melting on my tongue before I slathered the pancakes in syrup. I didn’t even realize he had sat down to eat with me, and when I had finally cleared my plate I looked up at him and blushed.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

“Very much,” I said.

“Good. Now, go sit on the couch, throw your right leg over the back, and wait for me. I’ll be there in a bit.”

I looked at him hard before I gave into his commands, and I took my stuffed stomach over to the couch. I slung my leg over-- my pussy bared for him-- and I stayed like that while I listened to him eat. His silverware clunked along the plate and I could feel the anticipation and nerves rising in my body.

What was his plan?

What were we going to do?

Is this how he wanted me all day?

I heard him get up and clean the table, then watched him as he came into the room. He pulled up my favorite movie as a massive smile graced my cheeks, then he sat down beside me as his hand landed on the inside of my thigh.

“I figured we’d watch a movie today,” he said.

“When did you get here?” I asked.

“Watch the movie,” he said.

A few minutes in, I felt his hand creep up my leg. Goosebumps broke out over my legs as he slid my panties back from my wet pussy, and I felt his finger lazily dip between my folds as he swirled it around in my milky goodness. I sighed with content as his fingertips touched every part of me, and I felt something slowly building behind my gut that forced me to buck into his hand.

“No cumming,” he said. “You can’t have your eyes closed and watch a movie, can you?”

I whimpered at his command but kept myself in check. I tried to pay attention to the movie while his fingers slipped around my sensitive pussy lips, but the moment he pushed his fingers inside of me I bucked down onto his hand.

“No. Cumming,” he commanded.

I felt my legs shaking as I tried to ward off the sensation. Electricity slowly crackled in my toes and I was physically gripping the couch for leverage. It was killing me, having his touch but not having him, and my leg slipped off the couch and into his lap.

“I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly.

“It’s alright… this time,” he said.

And just as he went to help me put my leg back over the couch, my cell phone rang out.

“Shit,” I said with a murmur.

“Answer it,” he said.

“I-... I don’t want to,” I said.

“You have to pick it up,” he said.

I reached over for my phone off the table and sighed when I saw Maddie’s name. I picked it up, knowing whatever was on the other line was about to spoil this day, and I actually felt tears rise to the back of my eyes as I sat up on the couch.

“Hey there, Em. What’s up?” I asked.

“Have you fucking turned on the news? He did it again! That arrogant son of a bitch fucking pulled this bullshit again! His wife’s been calling all morning trying to get in touch with you and she blew up my fucking cell phone and now I’m in the office with her buzzing over here and you’re not-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Are we talking about the most recent Senator?”

I picked up the remote and turned on the television, and his fucking face was plastered on every damn news station. I groaned and got up onto my feet before turning to look at Kevin, and his hardened stare on me lightly softened.

“Let me get dressed and I’ll be in soon. If his wife gets there before I do, do not talk to her until I get there. Understood?”

“Yes. I’ll be here. I’ll make a pot of coffee,” Maddie said.

“And order lunch. It’s gonna be a long afternoon,” I said.

I hung up the phone and couldn’t look at Kevin. The disappointment wafting through my body made me shake with anger. Of course, something would come along and spoil this for us. Of course, he would randomly fly out here and do all this for me only for something to ruin it.

That was my life, and I didn’t know why he put up with it.

“Kevin, I’m so s-”

He pressed his finger to my lips to silence me, and I tilted my gaze to look up at him. His eyes were kind-- understanding-- not at all angry or frustrated like I thought they would be.

He really was serious.

He really wasn’t gonna take advantage of me.

“With ‘daily play’, this is bound to happen. Our lives are just as unpredictable as our jobs. But, that doesn't mean I can’t mold with the moments,” he said.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Wear this lingerie and those same heels underneath your work clothes,” he said. “Then, when you get home, undress and leave your clothes-- including your lingerie-- at the front door. Come find me in nothing but your heels.”

“Oh-... um, okay,” I said.

“Go get ready for work, and the moment you know when you’re coming home, let me know,” he said.

“I can do that.”

He removed his finger from my lips before he bent down to kiss me, and the same hand that had shut me up was now cupping my cheek softly. I moaned into his lips, my body on fire for every piece of his skin that touched mine. I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to keep doing this. I wanted to keep exploring and playing and touching.

I wanted to stay with him…

He broke the kiss and I brushed past him, trying not to let my tears of disappointment fall where he could see them. I scurried upstairs and got dressed, following his every command as I put my clothes on. But, when I came downstairs, I saw Kevin standing at the door, holding it open for me as I carried my briefcase.

“See you when you get home,” he said, smiling.

“See you soon,” I said. I raised up onto my tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on his cheek, and he patted my ass before I walked out the door. His touch put a smile on my face as I dug my keys out of my coat pocket, and a fleeting thought rushed to the forefront of my mind as I walked over to my car.

I could get used to this.