Waisted Story: Late Night

It’s 9 P.M. on a Friday night and my weekend officially starts now. Devon is working the graveyard shift and I have the time to myself. The candles are lit. My B.O.B is fully charged, wine is chilled, and the speakers are playing my favorite R&B playlist.

I’m running a bath with my favorite bath bombs. While waiting for the tub to fill up, I take a careful survey of my body. These TeMi Beads waistbeads are giving all she promised it would give. I truly am seeing my adorned body in a different light.

My body has gotten me through so much and deserves to be celebrated. I run my hands along my bust and lift my boobs in my palms. My nipples are like dark berries and like to be stroked. They have brought so much pleasure especially when lightly nibbled (not gnawed) by the right person.

I slide my hands towards my belly. Not a 6-pack in sight. One of the waistbeads is tied above my navel. She’s going to remind me if I overdo the eating. As an incentive, she drops lower if I stay consistent with my diet and exercise plans. I realize that my belly button is cute. I’m also reminded of that one time he drizzled pineapple syrup all over me and proceeded to lick it all off. The fun was in finding all the dips and crevices the syrup had gotten to. What a night!

My hands roam further to caress the beads at my waist. The ones I tied so he can catch my attention when I walk past. For him to position my body in the way he prefers wherever he likes. The ones for him to clutch as he thrusts into me from behind. Maybe he can give my hair a break. My hands meet at my wet core. Wetness brought on by the thoughts of him and the different ways he brings excitement into our relationship.

He was aware of my self-consciousness and made every effort to let me know that he loved me. Every part of me. It was time for me to learn how to love myself harder. And I was starting off by getting waisted. So, I could appreciate my body and fall in love with me.

I set up the tripod with the phone. Then I start the FaceTime call with him to chat and tease. I wanted him to see what he was coming home to. His deep voice makes me so happy. The hitch in his voice when he notices my naked form makes me happier.

“Hey babe, I miss you. Can you talk?”

“Let me go to the call room. I can tell I need privacy for this conversation.”

I watch him as he walks down the hallway and into the room. I heard him lock the door and get comfortable on the lounge chair.

“Is that our lounge chair?”

He laughs and nods. That was another exciting memory he had provided when I stopped by his job one evening. Oh, the stories I could tell.

“What’s going on?”

“I was just about to take a bath and thought of you.”

 “What do you have on?”

“I got adorned with some TeMi Beads waistbeads.”

I could tell he got excited as I explained what they were supposed to do for me. For him. And for us.

I carefully slip into the warm bubbles of the scented bath. Drink some wine. Wave ‘Thad’ in the air and show/tell him exactly what I would like for him to do to me when he gets home in the morning.

“I am convinced that you will be the death of me.”

I giggle. And raised my leg in the air, allowing the soap suds to trail back down.

“But what a good death, right?”

“Absolutely!”

I watched him get turned on by my confidence and I got even wetter if that was possible.

Then I paid attention as he offered suggestions of what my hands could be doing to my body to achieve bliss. Did as he asked and touched myself to orgasm while he talked dirty to me.  And as my breathing settled, I heard him groan in satisfaction.

“This was the best bath I have ever taken.”

“I am not sure if I agree. I would have done a better job with you.”

“Yes, you would have.”

“I will have to make sure I prove it to you the next time I am off."

I smile and get excited by the possibilities as I know he loves a challenge.

“I look forward to it. Have a good night, babe.”

“Sleep well. You will need all the energy when I get home in the morning.”

I woke up to kisses placed along my spine and hands firmly caressing my buttocks.

“You are finally home.”

He chuckled and I could feel his hot breath along my lower back.

“I am. I sped home after my shift was done.”

I smile into the pillow and stretch while making sure that my arch was unmistakable. I had fallen asleep in lace panties and he had a nice view.

I squeal when he flips me around. He was intent as he stared into my eyes.

“I have been hard for the better part of the night. It took all of me not to leave work.”

The ensuing kiss was deep and wet; breaths and tongues melding. Our hands were busy re-acquainting themselves with the shapes of different body parts. Breasts, thighs, arms, and shoulders were caressed.

He grabs my waistbeads and pulls me to the middle of the bed.

“You break my TeMi Beads waistbeads and you will be buying some new ones.”

“I will buy you all the waistbeads you want. In all the colors you want.”

“Really? I need to add to my collection.”

I giggled and the sound changed to a gasp as he places kisses along my inner thigh. And works his way up to the part of me that definitely needed his attention.

“You smell so good.”

He nuzzles his face into my underwear, and I squirmed at the heat and pressure. I need him to go quicker and grab his head to direct his actions.