The sun warms my skin as I sit here, legs bent, feet resting on the soft cushions. I can feel the gentle breeze playing with the hem of my tank top, teasing the exposed skin of my lower back. My shorts are pulled down, revealing more than I usually would, but today is different. Today, I’m waiting for him, my bull. The anticipation is a delicious mix of excitement and nerves, a feeling that makes my heart race and my palms slightly damp. I smile, knowing that he’s on his way, that soon, this teasing game will turn into something more.
What Does He See?
I wonder what he sees when he looks at me. Does he notice the way the sunlight catches the curve of my hips? Does he appreciate the way my tank top clings to my skin, hinting at the curves beneath? I hope he does. I want him to see the effort I’ve put into this, the way I’ve positioned myself, the way I’m exposing just enough to keep him guessing. It’s a dance, a game of anticipation, and I’m enjoying every moment of it. The wooden structure in the background provides a rustic contrast to the soft, cushioned surface I’m sitting on, adding to the allure of the scene. I’m ready, ready for whatever comes next, ready for him.The greenery in the background adds a touch of nature to this intimate moment, grounding me in the reality of the situation. I’m not just a hotwife; I’m a woman enjoying the thrill of the chase, the excitement of the unknown. As I sit here, I can almost feel his presence, his anticipation mirroring my own. This is our moment, our secret, and I’m savoring every second of it. The sun, the breeze, the soft cushions beneath me—it’s all part of the experience, part of the tease. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.






