happiness two

Happiness is an odd thing. You may be blundering along through life feeling quite happy when something appears on the horizon to make you a million times MORE happy. Happiness is so akin to sorrow... even when it fills you to bursting there's always room for more.

I've just had one of those evenings that's left me full of contentment and joy. What happened that could do this to Lucia?

Ho humm.. tough day at the office, dear. Crawled back from work in my man drag feeling fairly exhausted and it's only Tuesday. Couldn't be bothered to throw on a face or wig so I just scrunched down on the sofa in my nikks and bra. I wrapped a blanket round, set half a glass of Pouilly by my toes, and started to watch something brainless on the tv.

Brrrring brrring!!.. Wow, who else but the BF. Wasn't expecting a call 'cos he's so overloaded with work currently. After some cooing and purring at each other, I asked how his work was progressing and he groaned about a big pile of typing he had to get out of the way. Before I could stop myself, I volunteered to help out for the evening. He's soooo sweet and said something like, 'No way - enough workfor one day. chill out and enjoy yourself'.

But I can be a stubborn cow and, next thing he was zooming across London to pick me up. Gosh, I had to race like a lady ferret to get my face on and dressed and ready. Made a bodge of my bloody eyeliner like you do in a rush so I spooned on the Clinique foundation and effected a brill repair job.

Kept the BF waiting for ten mins, me still in bra and nikks when he arrived. When I reappeared he said he loved my outfit. Instead of casual jeans and sexi little blouse I wiggled into one of my black work suits and popped on a tight dark top to match the jacket and skirt. BF loved the outfit and joked, 'How he was supposed to do any work with me wearing THAT'???

Even though I was squealing inside for him to throw me on the bed, kiss and love me up all over, I fought back every one of my urges and insisted we get going. Back at his, I got down immediately to sorting out his typing. I'm not really quick but at least I can tap correctly with fingers and thumbs.. while poor BF is a neanderthal two finger typist heehee!

Awwwwww.. it was just lovely sitting in his flat helping him out, every so often sneaking a long glance so I could watch him at work. Girls, you must know that a man never looks more delicious and commanding than when he's hard at it, concentrating and solving problems. And me all dressed up like a company sec - kinky cow that I am! Wow, it was almost like one of my oldest Tgirl fantasies coming true. Don't tell the BF, but I'd happily sit there typing out pages and pages till kingdom come if I could just be that close to him.. yum yummy yums!!!

So, I did over four hours straight minus tiny break to fix him a cuppa and a little snack. He was so delighted with me, I could tell.. which made me feel like a princess!! Before he drove me back, there was barely time for a quick kiss and cuddle. I so so so wanted to stay but no way am I going to compromise his work, job and everything. As we pressed close together to kiss I could feel that pipe of steel in his pants.. eeek! It told me everything I needed to know...

and yes.. it was the happiest evening I've had since,, since... gosh.. I can't remember at all...