A man

Ellen squirmed impatiently on the couch, hoping her fiancé would return soon. She had been looking forward all day to his return, hoping he would be pleased with her surprise for him -- her newly shaven pussy!

It had been a surprise to her as well. After shaving, she had been almost too sensitive to touch down there. The soothing, scented oil had helped, but it was a pleasurable **** just moving around, the sheer panties slipping across her exposed, pouting pussy lips. She had spent much of the afternoon just moving about her home, pretending to tidy up so she could stretch, bend, and twist, feeling the tingling stimulation of the fabric moving across her newly bare skin.

The telephone warbled.

"Hello?" Ellen answered breathily, hoping it was him.

"How's my Little Dutch Girl?" her fiancé asked.

"Lonely, baby," she said, thrilling to the teasing edge in his voice. "Are you coming right home? I..." she stopped herself from revealing her surprise. "I'm missing you."

"Sorry, sweetheart," he said. "I can't get away like I thought. There's been an emergency here at work, and if things go the way they usually do, I'll be here past dinner."

"Oh, honey!" Ellen said, her voice carrying her disappointment. "Take good care of yourself, and run home when you can." She sighed, and the corner of her eyes stung. She sniffled and wiped her eyes.

"If they let me out, I'll be there in a flash," he said. "Keep the windmills turning, and I'll be home to put my finger in the dike, Teapot."

Ellen giggled through her sniffles. One of his teasing nicknames for her was Teapot, after her curves. Her perfectly round backside spread out from a trim waist, and he loved to trace his hands up and down her sides, following her hourglass curves.

"Poor baby, are you crying?" he asked. "Maybe I should order some flowers and chocolate delivered."

"No, no," she said. "Well, maybe hazelnut chocolate and two dozen red roses."

He laughed. "Coming right up. Gotta go now, China Doll. Kiss kiss."

Ellen said, "Goodb-" but their connection was already broken.

Ellen slumped into the corner of the couch, wondering what to do. Instead of being able to get away by midafternoon, he'd be at work past dark. She got up and went back to the bedroom. She drew the blinds and slipped back into bed. Just a little nap, maybe.

Sometime later she heard a knock at the front door. She opened her eyes and sat upright. Was he back, but his hands were too full for his keys? Did he really send roses and chocolate?

Ellen jumped out of bed and slid back into her 3" black pumps. When she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her robe and lingerie slightly disarrayed from her nap, she said, "Oops!" If it wasn't him, this wouldn't do for answering the door. She threw on a housecoat and walked quickly to the door.

Looking through the peephole, she saw a man.