43 - The Dinner

MORGANA FOSTER

The sun was setting when I finished my physiotherapy session. I had tea and cookies with Winnie and Alessandra. It was a pleasant afternoon. The air in the main garden was magnificent and fragrant, the plants and flowers adding color to the landscape. It was beginning to get dark, and orange and red dominated the sky as the sun went down.

Ryan had gone to work, it was a Friday, and he was getting ready for his weekend off. Even though we haven't had much contact over the years, I know his routine completely. When we got inside, I had to go up to the bedroom floor to get a special dress for dinner. The door to his room was open, showing his figure standing on the edge of the bed finishing putting on a pair of black flannel pants.

What a beautiful ass.

A really shapely ass, perfect in a white boxer.

The sight became even more disturbing when he began to put on his shirt and button it up in a ritual that in my mind seemed like the sexiest thing in the world. All right, I wa