Abby returned to her bathroom hoping the humidity from the shower had died down enough.

“Babe, we’ve got about 10 minutes until we absolutely need to be on the road,” Derek yelled out from behind his phone in the living room.

“That’s all the time I need,” Abby responded. She grabbed her transparent red makeup bag from the top counter drawer. Abby had a routine with her make-up in which she knew any slight change or mistake would still land her in the 8-10 minute completion range. Without fail.

Derek sauntered into the bedroom, shoes on, ready to go, yet still attached to anything he could scroll through on his 5×2 silver phone. A blue tufted chair emulating a slipper sat just outside the door of the bathroom. Derek, in an extremely slow tempo sat on the edge of the chair and turned towards Abby.

Abby ignored his sudden presence. She touched one last spot on her jaw with concealer and exchanged brushes to apply her highlighter and bronzer. With the motion of the exchange, Derek glanced up from his phone replacing his stare on Abby.

“You look incredible Abby,” Derek said softly. His hands slowly fell from the heightened position of which he held his phone.

“Oh. Thank you,” Abby’s attention remained on the skin neutral colored brush she steadily maneuvered over one eye at a time.

“No, I mean, is that dress new? You look just…just…” Derek laid his phone down on the empty cushioning in back of him. He got up and calmly walked behind Abby maintaining a firm stare on her round ass. He grabbed onto her hips. Derek’s eyes slowly traveled up Abby’s moderately covered back to meet her gaze in the mirror.

Abby continue to meticulously draw on her upper eyeliner. She had to be careful to draw the line just perfect on both eyes. This was the set-up for the whole look.

“Babe, this dress is so soft,” Derek gave a slight suggestive smile in the mirror.

Abby moved onto the next eye to mirror the line. Her pale pink lips parted to utter one word of soft tone, “Stop.”

Derek removed his hands from her waist and turned to retreat to the slipper chair.

“It’s velvet,” Abby found herself responding in practical, literal matter.

Derek’s thoughts were beyond such a response, “whatever it is, I really like it on you.” He rubbed his hands back and forth on his quads, “and it has me thinking all sorts of bad things,” he paused monitoring her reaction and then pressed on, “we could do a lot with that short of a dress.”

Abby stepped back from the counter to observe the length of her dress, “Mhmm, it’s not that short,” she offered as she took her eyelash curler to her eyes, “don’t distract me,” she tried desperately not to offer the same suggestive smile, but she could not stop it completely. She knew her dress was short, but hoped that hitting just above the knee would be long enough to keep him calm.

“I won’t do anything. I’ll just tell you what I want to do to you.”

This made Abby produce a nervous but satisfied laugh. Derek smiled at her pleasure, but otherwise ignored her request to refrain. He wouldn’t stop her in her process now, but he would get a taste of her later.

“As soon as you get out of the bathroom, I’d grab you for a hard kiss. So hard you fall into me and I more than easily take you right over to the bed. I want to grab all your hair in my fist and listen to you moan, knowing what may come.”

Abby slowly, slower than normal, applied her mascara. Her attention now split.

“I want to tease your neck, your shoulder, bite your nipple through that soft fabric. Without any doubt I want to push you up on the bed. Mmm,” he murmured, “kiss your legs until I reach your pussy. And when I’m there I want to taste what is already waiting for me.”

Abby gave herself on more glance in the mirror, but in actuality, she knew she wasn’t paying attention to her work. She could feel the wetness building in her panties. She knew he was right, the dress was short, her pussy was free. She wanted to know what else he would do. Abby wanted him.

Derek stood up to pause himself against the bathroom doorway. He placed his hand on his as though to advertise that his dick was ready and willing for anything Abby would allow.

“I’d use my tongue to make you squirm. I want you to beg for more because you can’t handle the teasing to your nipples, your neck, or your pussy. You need me in you,” He said with confidence. Abby sure did want him in her. “When I think you’ve begged enough, I would pull you down from the bed. And then I’d turn you around so fast, you can’t catch your breath. I want to lean you over and pull up that beautiful…sexy…dress.”

Derek stepped into the bathroom one little step. He continued, “take you hard and fast. You know just a preview until I could take the dress off and make a mess of you.”

Abby zipped up her make-up bag and put it back in its drawer. She turned to him with a deep look of want and need. She walked the three steps over to Derek and rested her hands on his chest. Derek looked down at her thinking he had won her over. His painfully hard, throbbing, dick could be put to good use. Abby stood up on her tippy toes to go in for a sweet, sensual kiss. Their connected lips communicating the equal need for pleasure.

Abby backed away when Derek’s grip on her hips tightened. She smiled, “C’mon. We have to get on the road.” She walked out past him. Derek knew he’d get her back for that.