Delightful and delicious cooking [I Had An Erotic Dream Last Night]
I arrived home and heard you in the kitchen. Entering, my eyes grew larger as I beheld you in an apron and could see the sides of your bare breasts. You smiled as you saw my look of appreciation and then you winked one of your gorgeous eyes at me. You turned and checked the oven, giving me an eyeful of your bare backside under that apron.
You blushed as my eyes followed your every movement. Then you asked in a soft voice if I was willing to help and held another apron up. I stripped off my clothes, donned the apron and asked what would you like me to do?
I followed your direction and cut the carrots and celery up into slices and noticed your eyes following my motion as closely as I followed yours. Once the veggies were sliced and ready for you, my desire for you just grew more intense.
I stood behind you and caressed your bare shoulders. My hands wandered over your back and shoulders in the warmth of the kitchen. Fingertips slipped along your sides and brushed your breasts with a gentle touch.
You giggled when I said you were really cooking and then I felt you tug on the slender band of material that tied my apron on. I groaned as your hand slipped beneath my apron.
I lifted you onto the counter and loosened the tie of your apron. My hands and lips savored the taste of your fair skin and that led to far more heat in the kitchen....But I have a hunch that was your idea all along.
You blushed as my eyes followed your every movement. Then you asked in a soft voice if I was willing to help and held another apron up. I stripped off my clothes, donned the apron and asked what would you like me to do?
I followed your direction and cut the carrots and celery up into slices and noticed your eyes following my motion as closely as I followed yours. Once the veggies were sliced and ready for you, my desire for you just grew more intense.
I stood behind you and caressed your bare shoulders. My hands wandered over your back and shoulders in the warmth of the kitchen. Fingertips slipped along your sides and brushed your breasts with a gentle touch.
You giggled when I said you were really cooking and then I felt you tug on the slender band of material that tied my apron on. I groaned as your hand slipped beneath my apron.
I lifted you onto the counter and loosened the tie of your apron. My hands and lips savored the taste of your fair skin and that led to far more heat in the kitchen....But I have a hunch that was your idea all along.
61-69, M
