Panties subscription has arrived!

I have so much to write about, but it'll need to wait a bit. My panties subscription has arrived!

I got these pretty pastel green panties with lace. They feel so smooth and buttery. It'll look much better when all the wrinkles are out, though!

 

 

And the back of the panties:

 

I also got a sleepwear set. I tend to wear the short-sleeved ones with shorts. This set fits so nicely.

Here's the top. I like the little pocket:

 

I took a photo of the shorts folded. They are super wrinkled, so I'll need to do another set of photos once I've washed them. They don't have pockets, but I'm glad that the top does!

I am so happy with this subscription!

Striped t-shirt and butt

My guy and I had the following conversation the other day at the restaurant:

"Is that a new polo shirt?" I asked him.
"I have had this one for a while," he confirmed.
"I know that you have a blue one and a yellow one. I have never seen you wear this grey and white striped shirt," I pointed out.
"It reminds me of my spanking your bare butt and the hand mark that is left behind. The fingers look like stripes," he pointed out.

Naturally, that remark made me wet and horny.

Staycation with my guy

I'm all packed. I am doing a staycation this long Easter weekend. I check into the hotel later on today.

My guy arrives early on Saturday morning.

"I'm so excited to see you then," he confided.
"I can't wait to be with you," I noted.
"Can you wear that shirt that shows off your nice shoulders?" he asked me.
"Sure, I can wear my cold shoulder shirt," I replied.
"When you wear it, it shows off your sexy long legs," he remarked.

It'll be fun to spend more time with him.

Costco and panties

My guy absolutely loves shopping at Costco. I tease him that he should live at his local store because he is there so often.

We had this conversation a while back:

"I bought a long-sleeved shirt at Costco today. I haven't bought any clothing there in years," I told him.
"That's good. I'm sure that you look great in it," he replied.
"I think so. I tried it on at the store, over my t-shirt. So, I saved myself a trip to return it if it didn't fit," I said.
"I do that all the time. I will buy a number of articles of clothing, try them on at home, and return what doesn't work for me," he confirmed.
"Too bad there aren't any fitting rooms. Instead, you'd simply see me trying on a bra over my clothes," I laughed.
"If you were trying panties on, I would love to see you trying each pair I give you and seeing your cute butt exposed. I would say, 'No, they don't work. Try these. Okay, let me see the first pair again...'," my guy explained, enjoying the visualization.

He can fantasize all he wants.

Treehouse time on Saturday night - part 1

On Saturday night, I waited for my guy to finish his course at 19:00. He came out of the building about fifteen minutes later. He looked over at my car and headed over to his.

He wore his new pink shirt that he bought at the liquidation centre. He looked good to me, as always. He drove over to my car, honked, and we drove across the street to an empty parking lot.

My guy came over to the passenger side of my car, said hi, and proceeded to adjust the seat forward. I caressed his cleanly shaved head, which he told me that he'd do, along with wearing his new shirt. He smiled.

I adjusted my seat and we headed into the treehouse. We held hands for a bit. My guy had cold hands, as it's Fall after all.

We cuddled. He put his left hand into my back pocket. He then lightly tapped my butt.

We kissed. He pulled down my lilac sweater, so that my shoulders were exposed. He kissed my neck and shoulders. We then locked lips again and kissed. He wanted to play with my breasts, so he pulled them out of my bra and did just that.

I am ticklish. The fact that his hands were cold made me even more ticklish when he ran them down my sides. He thought that it was cute, apologized, and we cuddled some more.

I touched his crotch. His penis was hard in his pants as we kissed.

We both ended up taking our pants and underwear down. He wanted me to give him a blowjob. I proceeded to while he fingered me from behind.

I came first and ended up nuzzling his hard cock afterwards. He told me to rest there for a bit. I kissed his erect member. It responded by getting bigger. I continued sucking it while I was kneeling on the carpeted floor. Just before he ejaculated, I pulled it out of my mouth and jerked him off. He came all over my hand.

I went back to my seat and sat there. We both cleaned up. I then pulled my panties up, which made my guy upset that there wasn't any access. I told him that there was. I just had my panties on.

I caressed my guy's perfectly uniform head. We kissed a bit more. He then started slapping my butt.

"Do you have your ruler?" he asked me.
"Yes, it's on the front seat," I replied.
"Good, let's use it."

More about my spanking in my next post.

W is for wine and whine

My guy and I had dinner one evening at the Olive Garden restaurant. I introduced him to this place when we were both in New Jersey a few years ago. We were both there for work. I was in a two-week training course. My guy was teaching a different course to fellow colleagues for a week.

The restaurant offers free wine-tasting. We both sampled the red wine offered that evening. He took one sip and gave me a boyish I-don't-like-it expression on his face, which included a lot of eye blinks and tongue flickers.

On the contrary, I loved the wine. My guy have me his and I finished it. Needless to say, I am more of a wine fan than my guy.

I playfully whine about how sore my backside is after my guy has punished me. We both enjoy that. When we aren't being playful or intimate, we rarely whine about much.

However, my guy does break out and whine about something now and again. It mostly deals with items at his favourite store, Costco. He only whines about not getting a shirt or wool pants in his size to me. I try to console him and often suggest that we visit another Costco location. This suggestion helped fix one of the two problems recently.

Although my guy doesn't like being referred to as boyish (it makes sense, as he is a mature, grown man), he is. It is who he is. There's nothing wrong with that at all.

Quality time after work - part 1

Just before 17:30 on Monday, I pinged my guy on our corporate instant messaging system. He was ready to leave work. I was, too.

We met at our usual parking lot. It's ideal. It's quiet and it's away from all the major rush hour congestion.

I took a bit longer to get there. I had to find a skirt, which I had in my car's trunk, neatly folded in a plastic bag.

My guy opened the passenger side of my car. He liked the sight of my wearing a short skirt. He was happy.

We got into the backseat of my car. As expected, he had cold hands. His running them down the sides of my body made me ticklish. Instead, I held them in my hands as we kissed.

When his hands did warm up, he looked down my cardigan and liked the black bra that I was wearing. He unbuttoned my sweater.

"How many buttons do you have?" he asked me, almost wanting to tear the sweater off my body.
"You bought it for me, you know" I replied.

An interesting point to make is that he was wearing the striped brown and white shirt that I had bought for him in Las Vegas. I was wearing the sweater that he bought for me at Winners.

He took my right breast out of my bra and started sucking on my nipple, which became instantly hard. He then caressed my crotch, enjoying the lacy black panties that I had on. I was so excited. Moments later, I came.

My guy pulled down my panties. He made me spread my legs. He liked that my pubic hair was nicely trimmed. It was the first time that he went down on me. He started kissing my thighs, then my vagina, and then my hard clit. It was incredible. I came yet again.

Of course, he wasn't finished with me. He decided to finger me in both cavities until I came yet again. I was extremely lethargic and happy.

I got to rest in his arms for a bit. He kissed me and held me. It was nice.

Naturally, there's more to our evening in the treehouse. More in a bit!

U is for undone

I am starting to get a bit sad that this challenge is less than one week away from ending. It's funny how it seems like an insane number of posts to write in a month. I am proud for making it this far and am thankful for getting lots of encouragement along the way.

My guy has the knack for undoing whatever articles of clothing I am wearing. I do not think that it is a universal skill that men have. My ex-husband was horrible at unhooking my bra and basically fiddling with anything intricate.

On the contrary, my guy not only can unhook my bra in literally a second, but he has done it with one hand. Wait, it gets even better! He can unhook my bra with his non-dominant left hand. He doesn't have to look. He just reaches behind my back, normally while we are kissing, and does it.

The same goes with unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. It is almost like his hand is a magnet. It just goes there and, in seconds, my pants come down, mostly for a spanking or some other activity that makes me excited.

I have never asked him about how he almost magically can unfasten the various hooks and buttons on my clothing. I just know that after we have had some fun, he will put me back together. He will make sure that my clothes are back on and that they look crisp. He's quirky and fun that way.

I have told him on several occasions that I feel like a doll when he undresses and dresses me. I can tell that he enjoys it all. It's nice.

As for me, I can unbutton the dress shirt that he's wearing fairly quickly. I get to perhaps the third button from his collar and I am happy caressing his chest. He is a traditionalist in the sense that he will help me to it, which includes unfastening his belt, and unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

There you have it. I didn't think that I would ever writing about such a topic. Never say never, as the saying goes.

Downstairs... or downstairs?

This past Monday was a day that I didn't dread. My guy was in the office. I was, too. We both like Mondays when we are both at the office. My guy confided in me at lunch time that he was thrilled to see my car in the parking lot when he got to the office by 09:20.

At 12:30, I got a predictable call from my guy. He had a cheerful tone to his voice. We both sounded cheerful, likely because we were both happy to hear each other on the phone.

My guy said that he would be waiting for me in his car. He is such a gentleman. He insists on driving me to and from places.

I got in his car and noticed how quiet his car was, as opposed to the last time that I was a passenger in it. He told me that his mechanic had adjusted a few belts.

I reached for my guy's hand. I missed touching him and missed his touch. He looked content holding my hand.

My guy had to stop at the bank to withdraw some money. I asked whether I could drive his car. He shook his head to indicate that I should be a good girl.

Several months ago, I endearingly called him Cheap Bastard. My guy is frugal. It was funny that he referred to himself as that -- yep, in third person.

I had finally remembered to bring his gift with me. I had visited Atlantic City for a few days weeks ago and ended up at an outlet mall. My guy has a nice selection of brown shirts, thanks to my stumbling on a store that has nice shirt and carries brown ones. Well, I went back to this store and found a brown-and-white-striped shirt. It was different. I had to get it for him.

We were parked in the lot. My guy asked if he could have his present. He had asked me what I had got him earlier. I said that I had got him stuff. He proceeded to ask me how many gifts I had for him. Well, it was just one item, but two items if you count the paper bag.

My guy playfully grabbed my left nipple and played with it. I liked that. It has been a while. I gave him his present. He loved his new shirt. He observed the buttons on the collar, the left pocket, the regular fit, and how different the stripes were. He loved it all. I was so pleased at how happy he was with his new shirt.

We got the restaurant and ordered food. We talked and laughed. It seemed like little time had passed between us. I ordered my usual chicken chow mein dish. He went for the teriyaki chicken dish that he loves so much.

After we were done eating, my guy asked me if I wanted to go downstairs with him. Downstairs at this restaurant is where the restrooms are. It is also where we have enjoyed tucking ourselves in a small corridor to make out and more in the past. I knew that he was in a better mood these days. I said that it was good.

We both went downstairs. We kissed. It has been ages since we kissed that passionately. I got to caress his head and wrap my arms around him. He hugged me, groped my buttocks, and then played with my crotch. I had missed his touch.

"I wish that I could spank you properly," he whispered in my ear.

Just that statement alone got me aroused instantly. He played with me until I came. I felt dopey. I hugged and thanked him.

"Can you carry me upstairs now?" I asked, in a little girl's voice. 

He adjusted my pants and make sure that I was okay. We then went upstairs together.

My guy paid for lunch. I thanked him, as usual. He doesn't mind treating me to lunch. He always tells me that he enjoys my company.

We got in his car and headed back to the office. I couldn't help but to caress his head while stopped at a stop light.

"I need a replica of your perfectly shaped head, so that I can caress it while you are away," I said.
"We can have that done," he stated confidently.
"We need one that talks like you. Maybe I can program your replica to get me a hot dog, because the real you won't get me one."

My guy slapped the side of my left thigh a few times and told me that I was a bad girl. He hasn't done that to me for a while. I liked that a lot. So did he.

It was a perfect day.

Missed lunch date - thanks, Gmail!

It sounds a bit farfetched to blame Gmail for my guy and I missing out on a lunch date today. However, it did happen.

For a while, my guy and I tend to quickly send each other e-mails, asking whether we could get together for lunch. Today, I was hoping for such an e-mail in my inbox, for I was working from home and my guy has sessions all week. So, he would be the one who would best initiate when to have lunch. My schedule is far more flexible.

I didn't get an e-mail from him. I ate lunch at home and headed into the office in the afternoon.

It is rare these days for my guy to leave the training room and come up to our cubicle area just to see me. The sessions that he has with clients can be demanding and they keep him busy. Today, he did just that. He didn't even stop at his cubicle. He came over to see me.

My guy's actions say a lot more than what he verbally says to me. I have known that for quite some time. He's sweet that way.

After we said our usual hellos and such, he continued to talk rather discretely in an open cubicle area, like we normally do at work.

"I came by this morning, but you weren't here," he said.
"Yes, my coming into the office depends on what meetings or interviews that I have scheduled."
"You're so unpredictable."
"I like keeping you on your toes," I explained.

He looked down at my hands. I could tell that he was admiring my manicured nails, which I worked on the previous day.

We talked about how his client sessions were going.

"Are you irritated by the full house that you have this week?" I asked him.
"Yes, with a few of them," he hinted.
"I can tell. You normally don't come up here to talk to me unless you are irritated by them."

He smiled. He told me that he needed to bring down packets of sugar. The fifteen clients did not have any regular white sugar.

I followed my guy unto the communal kitchen.

"I'm not following you. I'm heading to the washroom," I explained.
"I wish you were," he said.

He was looking in various kitchen drawers for sugar. He finally found some. However, he didn't have a bag to put them in. He had thought about putting them in his trouser pockets. I found a coffee filter and suggested that he put the packets in there.

"It's all about presentation," I said.

He transferred the sugar packets over to the coffee filter. Our hands touched. It was nice, on the whole.

"Your hands are freezing!" I said, trying to warm them up.

He laughed. He held the door open for me. I reversed the gesture. I didn't have anything in my hands. He had sugar packets. Instead, I got to gently touch his back.

It seemed odd to me that such a sweet guy, who couldn't be any sweeter, would be holding tons of sugar packets.

"I wrote you an e-mail, asking if you wanted to do lunch."
"Really? I never got it," I said, kind of bummed out. "When did you send it?"
"At 11:40 this morning," he stated.
"I never got it. You sent it to the right address?"
"Yes," he said, repeating my e-mail address to me.
"You know that I would have loved to have lunch with you. Maybe you should call me next time."

We both nodded in agreement.

"There's Wednesday, " he said, bringing optimism to our conversation. "It's my loss today."
"It's my loss, too," I replied. 

The look in our eyes said it all.

"You look good," he said to me.
"You do, too," I replied, admiring how great he always looks in blue.
"See you on Wednesday," he said, blowing me a kiss.
"Wednesday, it is," I said, smiling back at him and seeing that he got into the elevator safely.

I went back to my desk. It was 16:30. Guess what? My guy's e-mail was finally in my inbox.

My early Christmas gifts - shopping at Winners

Last Friday was a trying day for me. I felt sluggish, probably because I had worked hard at getting a number of tasks done the previous day and I hadn't fully recovered from it. The morning consisted of my not doing much. I just sat in front of my computer and read a few e-mails.

I got to work on Friday afternoon. It was nice to see my guy. Unfortunately, our boss had a last-minute task for both of us to do. We had to provide word counts of all our documents (me) and presentations (my guy).

The unfortunate part about my task is that the two largest sets of documentation are online help files, all in HTML. It's not like Word where you get your word count automatically. I ended up downloading a free copy of software that counts words for practically every possible file format. I was so happy.

I told my guy about it. He wanted a demo and came over to my desk. I showed him. He touched my shoulder blades and grabbed my right side, near my armpit. He is the only guy that I know who likes doing that. It's sweet and I like it.

He then moved to my left side. His hand went down my jeans to squeeze my left buttock. It has been quite some time since he has done that.

I had entered all my totals in a table and then sent the file to my guy. He entered his numbers in and sent everything to our boss, copying me, in an e-mail. We then quickly packed up and headed out the door.

My guy told a fellow colleague that there was shopping to be done. Yep, today was my early Christmas. We were headed to Winners to get me an outfit.

I offered to drive us. My guy put his stuff in his car. I pulled my car next to his car, waited for him to get in my car, and we were off to the local Winners.

My guy is fun to be with. He thinks that I'm equally as fun to hang out with.

"Are you wearing your seatbelt?" he asked him, groping my breasts with his hand.
"That was subtle," I said.
"I am just concerned about your safety," he admitted.
"Sure," I said, unconvinced.

At one point, our joking became so fun that I ended up pulling down the visor in my car, moving the shutter over to one side, and having him look at himself in the mirror to reveal who was being the "bad person." We laughed a lot.

After that, we drove holding hands to Winners. Our relationship feels like a high school one sometimes. I can't complain.

We had a fun time there. I had told my guy the other day that I needed a winter coat. He had picked out one that was what I had wanted. It was a double-breasted wool coat. He teased me about the double-breasted part the other day. I tried it on, but the coat was a bit tight. He was attempting to button the coat, but ended up feeling my breasts. Ah, how nice!

My guy has good taste. Although we didn't find any decent dress pants for me, he did manage to pick out seven different tops for me to try.

We went through some hideous ones.

"This one looks like a tennis ball," he stated, referring to the top's colour. "I want to take a paddle and smack it."
"That sweater does remind me of a tennis ball! Does it come in a pair of pants?" I asked him, hinting that he could smack my backside with that paddle.

My guy wanted to see me in every outfit when I was about to go into the ladies' fitting room. I told him that it would be a long night. Instead, I wore every outfit and took pictures using my camera phone. It was a first for me.

After I was done, I shared my pictures with my guy. I took a shot of my buttoning up a nice cardigan sweater, which revealed my black bra. He loved that photo. He looked at it longingly for a minute.

In the end, he bought me two tops. Yes, the cardigan that I wore over my black bra was a keeper. He also liked me in a striped, blue-and-white dress shirt.

We walked over to the cash register. He held my hand as we walked over there, with his other hand holding the two articles of clothing that he was about to buy for me. After that, we continued holding hands as we walked out the store and to my car.

It was a sweet evening. We got into my car and we kissed for a bit before we made the drive back to work.

Yep, we continued to hold hands. He is a sweet guy and I enjoy such moments with him. We continued to joke.

We got to the parking lot at work. I parked my car next to his. We kissed some more. He then whispered in my ear.

"On Monday, you are going to wear one of those articles of clothing, right?" he asked me with a stern tone in his voice.
"What if I don't?" I asked, challenging him.
"You know what will happen to you," he nodded. "I am giving you an option of choosing which outfit to wear first. Whether you wear it or not, you will be punished."

I wanted to hear that statement. We hugged and kissed a bit longer before he got out of my car and into his.

We both admitted that shopping was a lot of fun together. We normally don't go shopping for clothes together. We should more often.