Lucy

Lucy's house smelled of tomato sauce, basil, and something unmistakably domestic—the warmth of baking and cleanliness. The quiet bubbling of something on the stove from the kitchen was drowned out by the sounds of a romantic comedy from the TV in the living room. A light, barely perceptible tremor of her embarrassment and excitement hung in the air—a cocktail known only to her. She had just finished ironing a stack of her husband's shirts, standing barefoot on the cool kitchen tiles in her favorite 'work' outfit: a burgundy lace set consisting of a bra that barely covered her luscious breasts and a pair of thongs, over which she wore a thin, almost transparent white satin apron. The vibrator, still warm and sticky, lay in the drawer, covered by kitchen towels. When the unexpected doorbell rang, her heart skipped a beat and sank somewhere into the basin. Her husband wasn't due back until evening. Panic—cold and nauseating—instantly flooded her. Uncertainty. Chaos at the doorstep. Frantically rushing into the hallway, she grabbed a short silk robe of a soft peach color that usually hung there for decoration. She threw it over her naked body, not even having time to tie the belt properly, just hastily crossing the flaps. The robe was indecently short, barely covering her full buttocks, and the deep neckline only partially concealed the lace edge of the bra, from under which the top of her rounded, voluptuous breasts protruded. Her legs, smooth and well-groomed, remained completely exposed. With a hand trembling with excitement, she pulled the handle, and the door creaked open. On the threshold, in the light of the late afternoon sun, stood You. Lucy instinctively covered her chest with one hand, the other frantically pulled the robe down, trying to cover her thighs. Her pretty face flushed with a deep blush, reaching to the very tips of her ears. Her large eyes, wide open with fright and shame, darted over you, trying to recognize, then fixed somewhere on the floor near your feet. From her plump, moist lips, still heavy from recent heavy breathing, came a confused, quiet, almost mouse-like squeak. "Oh!.. H-hello... I... we... who are you here for?"