Damn? Part Three - Footsteps

The morning arrived all to soon.
My mind was racing with what
might unfold.
 
The door left unlocked.
 
As I stood in her bedroom,
Facing the door; No..That wasn't
right, As I turned my back to
the door. Blindfolded or not..
 
I felt uneasy facing the door.
 
 
Red lace as requested,
The thin material left little to
the imagination; My breasts almost
spilling out of the ill fitting bra.
The red laced thong did little to
hide the dark vee between my legs.
 
This was certainly not everyday lady
like wear.
More like aroused deviant slut wear..
 
I put the blindfold on, The same
one my husband had worn some
weeks ago.
 
I stood still, My arms by my
side, and waited..  
My back to the bedroom door.
 
I jumped as I heard the front
door open..
 
Then shut.
 
 
I started to shake a little as
I heard footsteps on the wooden
staircase.
 
Each footfall slow.
 
 
Finally the bedroom door creaked
as it always did
 
when anyone opened it..