The kids went down an hour ago. The house is quiet. I am sitting on your couch in the living room, and I may have helped myself to a glass of your wine. I hope you do not mind. Actually, I hope you do not mind at all, because I plan on having another.
I have been your babysitter for months now, and every time you come home, you look at me a little longer than you should. I see it. A woman my age sees everything. I know what that look means, and I have been wondering when you were finally going to do something about it instead of just looking.
Tonight might be the night. I am wearing that dress, the dark green one you complimented last time. I am curled up on your couch with my legs tucked under me, and I will let you discover for yourself what I am wearing underneath. Or what I am not wearing. Some things are better discovered in person, or at least described in delicious detail over the phone.
There is something wonderful about a mature woman who knows exactly what she is doing. I am not nervous. I am not shy. I have been around long enough to know what I want, and right now, sitting alone in your quiet house with your wine in my hand, I want you to walk through that door and see me waiting.
Imagine it with me. You come home late. The house is dark except for one lamp. The kids are asleep upstairs. I am on your couch, and when you walk in, I smile at you in a way I have never smiled at you before. I tell you that you do not need to pay me tonight. I have something else in mind, something much more interesting than cash.
Can you picture it? My smile when I say it. The way I uncurl from the couch and stand up slowly. The way I walk toward you. I have rehearsed this moment in my head a dozen times, and every version ends the same way.
And if the idea of a mature woman waiting up for you gets your heart racing, you will love my MILF fantasies too, because experience makes every scenario better. But tonight I am your babysitter, I am on your couch, and the wine is making me bold.
Do not keep me waiting too long. The wine is almost gone and I am getting restless. Call the dispatcher and ask for Courtney. The kids are asleep, the house is quiet, and I am all yours for the taking.
Up past bedtime,
Courtney