SBW and I had agreed that I will choose her thong for the day. Here is the first post about that as a refresher .
What I’m about to describe happened during the third week of last December.
I knew she was heading out that night to a small, intimate seasonal gathering. So the red thong was clearly what she would wear.
“Which should I wear today, Marty?” she asked in the early afternoon.
“You will be wearing the red tonight, Baby. No question. Seasonal colors and all that. You’ll be so sexy in that little black dress, and the red will let your intimate parts celebrate too.”
“Show me your ass please,” I instruct.
I watch her step into her thong. As she bends forward her beautiful, rounded ass faces me. The curvature is just so perfect. Yes, I said curvature. Identical to the Earth’s from space. Hauntingly beautiful in my humble opinion. How much do I crave that? You have no idea. Pussy lips visible between her firm muscular thighs. Ever so slowly she draws the red band up along those long sexy legs, wending its way to meet this curvature’s Great Rift Valley. I watch longingly as the red ribbon of fabric disappears. Everything snugly fitting.
A final tug and snap. As SBW does a quarter turn, she shimmies her ass in a so, so subtle fashion. I have never met a woman who combines these two unique facets in such an incredible way … sensuality … and innocence. She does know she is a very sexy woman … heck, I remind her several times a day … yet she doesn’t fathom the massive impact that sensuousness has on me.
Yes Marty, today’s choice was well done. You should celebrate!