I roll out of bed, wearing my usual lil nightie, and stretch. I flounder to the kitchen, pour small glasses of orange juice like a robot and take them with me to wake my kids. After I’m assured they are awake, I go to my tub, where my friendly faucet awaits me.

Out on the road an hour later, on the way to work and hung up in traffic on I20 again, I look over and see a yuppie in a new BMW, looking straight ahead, oblivious to this world. I imagine him, sitting there with a cool, long-haired blonde bombshell, crouched down in the seat, her head bobbing up and down over his lap as he continues to look out at the world as though nothing is happening. The scene is obliterated as his car suddenly moves off. I smile, traffic lets up, and I finally get to work.

After getting my new set of students off to a good start on Networking Essentials, I go to the bathroom at lunch break to find my panties are still moist from this morning. That’s ok, cuz it’s pretty normal for me. I clean up and go to lunch.

Sitting across from me, in the Chinese buffet restaurant, is a nice-looking older man who keeps staring. I open my book, as usual, and proceed to read and eat. I love the attention, but can’t bring myself to acknowledge it somehow. I find myself re-reading the same paragraph over and over again, then finally close the book, get brave, and look up at the gentleman. Direct eye contact is very sensual sometimes, but apparently too intimidating for this man, and he turns away with a blush.

Gathering my things, I purposefully drop my keys next to the gentleman across the isle as I prepare to leave...bent over, my skirt rides up high on my thigh, and I pick up the keys with an evil grin on my face, ‘feeling’ his eyes all over me as I walk away. Needless to say, my panties are very wet again.

Going back to work is not always easy. But, I make it back, address the class in my usual professional demeanor, and finish out my day.

When I walk into my apartment, everything is sparkling clean, something smells really, really good...I drop my jacket, keys and briefcase on the table and walk into the living room to find my boyfriend sitting at my computer, with a sly grin on his face as he turns to look at me. “Where are the kids?” I say, quizzically. He smiles “They are off, doing kid things,” He says, standing and walking over to me. I smile warmly at him, and reach for him. He stops, frowns and looks at me seriously. “Where is the mail?” he says. I raise a brow in confusion. “I, uh...I didn’t pick it up yet”. “Ok...I’ll forgive you after we’ve had dinner and you’ve made amends. Now, take off that blouse and serve me some of that marvelous chicken keiv I’ve prepared.” I look at him in astonishment, not having seen this side of him before, but liking it, A LOT, and move to the kitchen as I remove my blouse. My panties are soaking wet now as I wash my hands and prepare to serve my man.

Ok..that’s it. Hehehehee...use your imaginations for the rest, you twerps! LOL
J/K