Inappropriate

"What are you doing?" Emily asked me the third time I walked through the bathroom this morning. We were alone, both getting dressed for work; B had already left for school.

"N...nothing," I said, knowing my face was red, knowing it was a lie, knowing she knew better.

"That's the third time you've walked through here; you got your shoes the first time, but nothing the other times."

"Nothing, I...I thought I forgot something," I said.

"There's a word for that," she said.

"Forgetful?"

"Gawking," she said. "As in staring at my ass having what I suspect are very inappropriate thoughts."

"They...they weren't inappropriate," I swallowed. They were, kind of. I wasn't thinking about her ass...not like sexually...we'd never done that (meaning I've never done that to her, that is). But the shape of her ass, the curve, turned me on every time I saw it. I'd spent hours and hours and hours massaging it, looking at it, licking it.

"Weren't they?" she raised an eyebrow. "You were just thinking about kissing it...or was there some part of you trying to remember what it was like inside me?"

"Em..."

"I was staring at it," I admitted.

"And thinking about..."

"Kissing it," I said, not quite a lie.

"And?"

"M...massaging it," I said, still not quite a lie.

"And?"

I was red. "It...it was only a momentary thought," I said.

She narrowed her eyes, didn't speak for a moment, looked between my legs. "Even only momentarily, that's an inappropriate thought," she said. "I get weak sometimes and let you do things you know you shouldn't be doing."

"I...I know," I said.

"Luckily that's not happening for some time, is it?"

"N...no, Ma'am," I said.

"I'm glad," she said, "that he's making sure of that. Keeps us from giving into temptation."

"I know," I said.

"You like it," she half asked, half stated, "staring at my ass in a thong."

I nodded. "You...it's so...beautiful."

"So does he," she said, smiling. "He'd have pulled me to him already, he has no will power."

"You...you like that..."

She nodded. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Em..."

"Were you buying anything special?"

"I...I looked at a few things," I said.

"You know what he likes," she said smiling. "Surprise me."

"I...I will," I said.

"Come here," she said, touching her ass with a finger. "Come kiss it. Once on each side."

I knelt, did as she asked, inhaling her scent, loving her, anxious, happy.