Bending over has a time and a place

My guy and I went grocery shopping together on my first night in Dallas. We both like shopping together. It's simply a fun outing.

We placed a bunch of our groceries and purchased items on the backseat of his rental car and headed back to the hotel. He had placed a jug of milk in a plastic bag on the floor of the car, behind him. I went over to fetch it once we had parked.

"It's okay. Let me go get it. I want you to bend over for more important things," he said to me.
"I like that," I replied.

Shopping needs to always end on such a spicy, fun note.

Busy week and a chat with my guy

This week at work has been busy, but in a good way. Two new interns and a writer who is transferring from one location to ours have all arrived. I have been training all three. It has been good so far.

Next week, my guy is in the office to train a different batch of employees. I admire what my guy does for a living. I only do this sort of training when we have new hires. So, it happens quarterly for me, and continues being both fresh and interesting. With my guy, it happens every other week, it seems.

He has told me that he feels like he is a broken record. He delivers the same content. I suggested that he spice it up a bit. He told me that I'm not in any of his classes to make that happen.

"You can join my department and work under me," I hinted.
"I'd like to be on top of you," he said with a smile.
"I bet you would. You could sleep your way to the top," I suggested.
"Yes. I would mind being on the bottom, either."

He could. It wouldn't surprise me. I'd like all of that, too.

Spicy photos for my guy because he misses me

The good news is that my guy and I are meeting for lunch on Sunday. We haven't seen each other since before Christmas.

I told him that my eye prescription has changed. It is back to the prescription that I had when I was an undergraduate. The downside is that I will likely need reading glasses soon. These days, I am still okay. It comes with growing older.

Anyway, the optical place that I went to was great. I got two pairs of glasses. I don't really need two, but both pairs cost me less money than my single pair of glasses two years ago! I love them.

I told my guy about them. He wanted to see me in them. I said that I would take a couple of photos with the selfie stick that he had bought me last year. For the record, I'm not a huge selfie photo taker. However, my guy convinced me that it comes in handy when I am travelling and can't find someone to take my photo for me.

My guy suggested that I could spice up the photos a bit, if I wanted to. I can tell when my guy misses me.

On my first day back at work, we chatted for half an hour on our company's instant messaging system. He also wanted to ask how I was feeling, as I have had a nagging cough that has disrupted my sleep for a few nights. He's thoughtful that way.

I finally got around to taking photos with my two pairs of glasses. I also managed to take a couple of photos of my unzipping my hoodie to reveal my boobs in a lacy black bra.

As expected, my photos were a hit with my guy:

Hey there sexy girl,
Thanks a bunch for the awesome pics. I love both glasses. You make them both look good. I don't need to say how much I enjoyed the bra pics. =)
See you Sunday, sweet thing!

I can't wait to see him again.

Missed lunch, but a dinner date is a pretty good substitute

My guy and I were planning on having lunch together on Monday. Unfortunately, he had an online meeting to attend at noon. Instead, he said that we could go out for dinner after work.

When he was done with his workday, he sent me an instant message, asking if I was done with work. I was. I went down to see him in one of the project rooms.

We talked. I caressed his hair and loved how soft it felt between my fingers. I was leaning forward and he liked the cardigan that I was wearing. Of course, he liked it. He bought it for me!

"You have a black bra on," he remarked after he used his hand to move my cardigan down.
"You're so bad," I said, smiling at him.
"No, bad would be this," he noted, unbuttoning my cardigan to reveal my black bra.
"You normally put me back together. How come you're not buttoning my cardigan up?"
"I am admiring the view," he said, continuing to look at me.

We left work and drove to our regular Chinese restaurant. We ordered dinner. He went with the Thai red curry with chicken. I had the spicy Thai chilli chicken that my guy had recommended.

His dish was probably lacking the heat that he normally likes. He let me try some. I liked the coconut milk in his dish. I loved my dinner. I had left some onions, so my guy ate them with his rice. He liked it better.

We had a good chat. We held hands. He liked my red nail polish. I caressed his knee and upper thigh from under the table. He enjoyed it.

Date night after work is nice. It's a great start to the workweek.