1 comments/ 16105 views/ 4 favorites Doing Dishes By: Katherine English 2 It's the middle of the night. I hear him slumbering restlessly beside me as I stare unblinking at the clock near the bed. It's 3 a.m....but I should know that without looking. I seem to have a knack for that...knowing the time that is...the hour...the minute...the second. I can't sleep. Why don't I have a knack for THAT? There are things that I could be doing...mundane chores that might lull me into the repose I crave. They call to me, and I rise to meet them. Quietly, I pull on the panties that lay discarded on the floor at my feet, and cover my body with the soft, clinging touch of my aging nightshirt. It embraces my skin so lovingly after all these years...so gently. I hear the soft plop of my bare feet against the polished wooden floors of the living room, across the area rug...on to the vinyl tile of the kitchen, and I stare at the few supper dishes still waiting for my touch in the kitchen sink. ...just a few plates...a few utensils...they won't wait for long... I insert the stopper in the drain and turn the hot water on...as hot as I can stand it...then squirt something lemony into the mix and watch as the foam begins to build. I want to just reach in and scrub, but I know that I should use the pale pink gloves that I keep under the sink for just such occasions as this. I bend over, spreading my legs ever so slightly...and begin to search amid the half-empty containers of cleaning solvents until I find my prize. Then, pulling on the soft latex, I back up and begin to close the cupboard doors...and that's when I feel him behind me. How could he have gotten so close...so near... without my ever hearing a sound? Could his footsteps have been hidden by the rush of the water that fills the sink? I don't know...I may never know...I will never care. Silently...wordlessly...I feel his heated flesh against my buttocks...his body hard against the soft contours of my body. He presses against me, and I know what he wants. It's the same thing that I want...as I always want whenever he's near...but this time something seems different...out of sync. The basin is full, and the foam wets the front of my nightshirt as he pins me between his body and the counter. It's warm...but not as warm as his breath against my neck...the feel of his tongue against my skin...the persistent pressure of his hands as they cup my breasts. I try to turn, but he holds me fast. I try to remove the tauntingly pink latex gloves from my hands, but I am stilled by a single word whispered huskily in my ear... "...no," he says. I stop...confused. What does he want? How should I respond? And then I feel his hands begin to move toward the hem of my nightshirt...sliding beneath it...circling...circling until they come to rest against the quivering flesh of my abdomen. His fingers dip maddeningly beneath the elastic band of my panties...stroking my flesh...probing between my thighs until I feel a spark begin to catch and take hold deep inside. His body...his manhood is so hard...so demanding against me. I want to turn and touch it...to touch him...but I can't. ...he said "...no." ...and so I wait. My nipples have hardened...chilled almost painfully against the rough wetness of my shirt. I want him to touch them again...to feel the warmth of his hands on them...on me...but they are occupied elsewhere. Slowly he slips his thumbs beneath the waistband of my panties, and peels the dampened cloth from my body...down past my hips...to my thighs as I grip the edge of the sink with trembling pink-clad palms. Does he want me to help? Should I close my thighs I wonder as I feel the damp nylon cling to my knees, it's flexibility stretched to the limit. Then something snaps...and I feel what's left of them pool around my right ankle. They're gone...who cares? I close my eyes...I don't want any distractions...not the foam which wets my body...not the sight of the streetlights beyond the kitchen window...in the street below. There is a young man out there walking his dog. If I can see him...can he see me? Can he see what we're doing...what we're going to do? I want to turn...to strip the gloves from my fingers...to touch HIM. But again he says... ..."...no." This time his voice comes not from behind, but from below...from between my legs...and I feel his lips quiver against my moist curls as he repeats the single word that holds me fast. His fingers find me... open me to his gaze...to the soft warmth of his breath...to the delicious feel of his tongue lapping the moisture which flows profusely from between my thighs. My knees grow weak...trembling...I feel myself sinking...but I can't. His hands are everywhere...supporting me...enticing me...driving me out of my mind. I feel my body lose control. I lean forward...spreading my thighs ever wider...wanting to engulf him. I grasp the handles on the tap...one hot, one cold... as a shuddering climax rips through me. I can't breath. I want these damn pink things off of my hands...I want to feel his hardened shaft thrusting inside of me...I want more, I scream (aloud?). Have the young man and his dog finally finished their nightly sojourn? I can't open my eyes...I can't look. Can they see? Can they see? I don't care. My mind whirls out of control...beyond the reaches of sanity as I feel him rise behind me...his hands lifting my nightshirt...grasping my hips. I feel his fingers position the very tip of his massive erection at the yawning, yearning opening to my inner core...my private being...and then he thrusts. One thrust. Hard...sure...complete. I bend to accommodate him, spreading my legs ever wider...but he doesn't need it. He is already buried deep inside of me...deeper than he's ever been...deeper that I could have ever imagined...and then he begins to move... Slowly he withdraws...then thrusts hungrily within me once again...plunging greedily into my very being. I throw my head back, a cry of passion dying breathlessly in my body. I want to touch him...but these maddeningly pink barriers keep my hands at bay...encased...bound...I can feel nothing except what he's doing to me...in me. My knuckles must be white, I think, inside of their pink prison as yet another shuddering cataclysm tears through me, and I grip the handles of the kitchen faucet ever harder. The foam in the sink has dissipated. Did I use the wrong brand of detergent? And then I feel his tempo change...his hardened shaft pounding frantically at my very core. I try to hold him in a vaginal embrace...but he is unholdable...unstoppable...he is lost to the primal urge that drives us both. I feel myself once again trembling...falling to pieces...hot tears of blessed release coursing down my cheeks. His panting has become erratic...harsh...almost alien. He stiffens...and gives one last, powerful thrust...filling me with his molten seed. I feel complete...sated. His deep, jagged breathing warms the back of my neck...and I know he feels it too. Finally, he allows me to turn, and tenderly removes the latex from my fingers. For the first time, I see that he is naked...his small, flat nipples hard against the firm contours of his chest. Then, gently he wraps his arms around me...soothing my still quaking body...lending support where my knees cannot. He scoops me up in his arms, and carries me into the bedroom...back to the soft, solid security that we share...back to our lives of civilized repose. The dishes remain undone. They'll be there tomorrow. The pink gloves lay discarded on the kitchen floor...they too will wait. But doing dishes will never be the same again. Doing Dishes I'm washing dishes again. I feel like that's all I do, all day long...but I love every moment of it. I barely get started on a sink full before I start letting my mind wander to one of my favorite fantasies. I check the clock and sigh a little...you should be home soon. The thought of that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my heart beat a little faster. For months, I've thought about what it might be like for you to come home to me. The time is finally here and I've never been happier. I bring myself back to reality just as the water is about to overflow out of the sink. I laugh a little at myself and get back to my task at hand. I begin to slowly wash the dishes from lunch as my mind wanders. I begin thinking about those first well-placed kisses I'll receive when you get in from work. I get excited as I think about your soft lips on my neck, one hand in my curls and the other settled on my hip. I imagine your hand wandering up just a bit to graze the side of my breast...your lips trailing kisses to my ear. I can almost hear your sultry voice and feel your breath on my ear as you whisper 'hello'. Shivers run up and down my spine and my head rolls back just a bit. I moan your name very quietly to myself. Just as I begin to lose myself in my fantasy, I hear the door open. You are home! I turn and smile as you come into the kitchen. You come to me and it's exactly as I thought it would be. Your lips on my neck, hand on my hip. I can tell by the insistency of your kisses that you've spent the day fantasizing about the same thing. My hands are wet. I want to entwine my fingers into your hair just the way you like but you have me pinned against the sink, my back to you. Your hand is softly moving up my hip and around to cup my breast lightly. The hand in my curls moves down my shoulder and I can feel your fingertips playing down my arm to my wrist. My hands are holding onto the sink now...my knees are weak with desire and I feel like the only solid things in the world are the edge of this sink full of sudsy water and your body. Your kisses are warm and wet and I know what you want. Your hand moves to squeeze my ass while the other one squeezes my breast. I moan into your kiss and move my hips involuntarily to press back against you. That is when I feel it...you came home ready for me. I get so wet at the feel of your strapped on cock that it's almost like the Amazon between my thighs. I continue to roll my hips so my ass presses back against you. I know how much you love this...I know how much you desire me. I can feel it in your kisses. Your squeezing becomes more urgent...my knees are getting weaker. I need you...now. You sense my need and before I know it you have pulled the hem of my skirt up and opened the front of your khakis. I close my eyes and can see you pulling your cock out in perfect detail in my mind. I bend over the sink and offer myself to you. One hand is holding the cock...teasing it up and down my slit, barely parting my lips. The other hand is firmly wrapped in my hair and tugging just a bit. I moan quietly and beg you to enter me. My body is on fire for you. I feel like the phoenix, burning up and so close to ashes. You finally slide into me...my pussy stretching tight to take all of you in. I whimper with desire as you fill me. Your body is pressed tight to mine and you stay put for a moment. I'm enjoying the fullness of having you so deep inside. You begin stroking in and out of me painfully slow at first. I'm throbbing for you. Hungry for your touch on every inch of my skin. Your slow pulling and pushing is driving me mad...I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me moan. I want to muffle my screams of passion by biting my lip until it bleeds. You begin to enter me a little quicker...still pulling out slowly, but pushing yourself back in with force. I moan your name and you move quicker still. I grip the sink and close my eyes tighter. You begin fucking me with quick, long strokes. I loosen my grip with one hand and reach between my thighs to tease my clit while you continue stretching my pussy around your cock. My thighs quiver and I press myself back against you, hungry for more. You grab my hips and pull me tight onto you. I quicken the pace of my fingers on my clit while you hold yourself tight inside me. I can feel the orgasm begin deep in my belly and I moan your name over and over...begging you to stay still...filling me while I cum. I toss my head back and bite my lip. My body quivers and I am cumming. I can feel your body tense up and I know you have finished right along with me. As I begin to relax I am already thinking about the things I long to do to you once we get upstairs in our room. I grin secretly and sigh. My body eases up and I feel you slide out of me nice and slow. Your arms are around me and I lean back against you. You whisper 'hello, baby' in my ear and I giggle softly. What I'm really thinking is that was one helluva hello. You turn me around and I smile at you...you look tired but I know you'll let me play for just a bit longer. My smile grows into a sly grin as I slowly drop to my knees before you. My eyes locked on yours, peeking up above my glasses. I keep my eyes on yours as I begin teasing the tip of your wet cock with my tongue...tasting myself on you. I swirl my tongue around and slowly begin sliding you into my mouth and down my throat. Your hands are instantly in my hair...pushing me onto you. I moan around you and back my head up. Removing my mouth and kissing the very tip. I smile playfully up at you and whisper 'let's go to bed...' Doing Dishes Standing in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes from dinner, I stare out the window daydreaming about the upcoming weekend. So lost in thought, I splash water down the front of my tank top. "Shit! This is why I need a dish washer!" I peel my tank top off, tossing it off to the side of the counter. In my haste to remove my tank top, I knocked over a glass. "Mother--!" Thankfully the glass doesn't shatter, but rather breaks in four large pieces. I bend over to pick up the pieces. Fuming under my breath, I walk over to the trash to discard the cup's pieces. Cup pieces in hand, I don't hear you walk up behind me. "What's with all this noise? So much yelling for dishwashing." As you say these words, you grab my arms, causing me to drop the pieces and miss the garbage. You spin me around on my heels and pull me away from the now shattered cup. I put my face in your chest, breath in your scent, and then collapse into your arms. The over whelming feeling of anger, love, comfort, and exhaustion bombard my body when my bare skin touches you. "What happened to your shirt?" "I splashed water on me. It felt gross clinging to me, so I took it off and tossed it to the side" You laugh, "You should dress like this more often. No shirt, black bra, you're still in your gym shorts, which means you've got no panties on...." I giggle at that last statement, knowing that it's true. You lean down and kiss me as I giggle, taking my breath away. I try to pull away to tell you that I need to clean up the mess I've made, but you won't let me go. Finally letting me go, I turn around and bend over to grab a broom from a lower cabinet. Bent at the waist, I feel my shorts being moved to the side by your fingers. The tips of your middle and index finger brush against my pussy, and a moan escapes from my lips. I stop trying to get the broom and hand myself over to you. You notice that I've braced myself on the counter, waiting for your next move, so you push your two fingers in slowly. Until your knuckles are flush with me. My legs go weak as I feel your hand press against my clit and your fingers feel around my pussy. You laugh again as you remove your fingers from my pussy. You lick them, knowing that this is not the last time this afternoon you'll be tasting me. I moan. I feel empty. I feel like I lost something. I've lost your fingers filling me. I am so upset, so unhappy. I want you to return to me. I don't want you to leave my pussy again. Laughing, you tug my shorts down around my ankles, exposing me to the cold air. The chill only heightens the fire I feel on my pussy, and moan louder for your to take me right there. I wiggle my ass in your face, trying to tease you. Enticing you. Instead of thrusting into me, you smack my ass. Hard. The sound echoes through the room, breaking the silence. I gasp. Realizing how much this has turned me on. "What do you think? My dick? My fingers? Or a few more smacks? ... I think you need to suck on my cock for a bit before anything else happens." You pull me down to the floor and step back a few feet. I see your cock. It has created a tent in your boxers. I'm confused as to what's going on. "I thought you wanted me to..." You respond, with a smirk on your face, "Of course, but you need to come and get it. On. Your. Knees." A smile of pure lust spreads across my face. I start to move towards you with a hunger for your cock in my eyes. "Stop. Unhook your bra first. I wanna see your breasts swinging as you crawl." I sit up to remove my bra and quickly resume my crawl to your cock. Breast swinging, the 10 foot crawl has driven me to the edge. I no longer want your dick, I NEED your dick. In one swift move, I manage to sit up, pull down your boxers and swallow your dick. A soft rush of air escapes your lips. You start thrusting in and out of my mouth. The house is silent, except for the sounds of your dick sliding in and out of my mouth. "Whatever you do, don't take your mouth off my cock." In response I look up at you and attempt to smile around your dick. You start to stand me up, grabbing me by my hips. I'm now bent in half with your cock shoved down my throat and ass up in the air. I look up at you confused. "Don't bite down. "**SMACK** **SMACK** **SMACK** **SMACK** **SMACK** **SMACK** **SMACK** **SMACK** I am confused. I am shocked. I am desperate for your dick in my pussy. The entire time you are smacking my ass, I am yelping on your cock. I don't let your dick out of my mouth, so I yell on it. After my eight smacks, you remove your cock from my mouth. A little river of pre-cum has formed on the tip and I lick it off quickly, not wanting to miss a drop. You instruct me, "Turn around, grab the counter." so I do. With my ass in the air, hands gripping the counter, and a wicked smile on my face, I wait for your next move. Sliding your cock in to me, I feel filled. You start pounding into to me. It's no wonder you wanted me to hold on to the counter. The feeling of you fucking me drives me over the edge. I start to cum after the 4th thrust. My legs give out, so I'm just held up by the counter and your cock. You reach around and grab at my breasts. Mashing them. Plying them. The orgasm ripples through me as you continue to thrust into me. As I come down, you spin me around and help me up on to the counter and begin again. My arms around your next, your face buried in my chest, my face buried in your neck. A giant ball of flesh fucking madly on the counter. Before you let me come again, you pull your cock out of my pussy. I let out an audible gasp. The sudden lack of you in me was shocking. You reach over to the drawer next us and dig around for a moment. "Mmmmm found it. " I noticed you pulled out my marble pestle. It's about 6 inches in length and 4 or 5 inches around. You tease my pussy with it. You use it to push some of my juices down to my ass. Finally you shove your cock into my asshole. Filling me. Once again making me yelp. After getting a rhythm going, you slide the pestle into my pussy. Two holes filled to the brim. I clamp down on everything, not sure which feeling I like more. Your cock thrusting in and out of me. The pestle matching your thrusts. I lean over and bite on your shoulder. I'm at a loss for words, being consumed by you rocking my world. I come a second time. The pestle falls out as I come all over it. You lick the pestle and then kiss me hard. I look you in the eyes and then slide down off the counter. I continue to kiss my way down. Your chin. Your neck. Shoulders. Chest. Stomach. Hips. Until finally I arrive at your cock. I look up at you with all the passion and heat in the world. I start licking your dick clean. Your fingers become weaved into my hair. Pushing and pulling my head up and down your dick. I want to make it sparkling clean. Taking your entire cock into my mouth and throat I devour you. You press my head into you. I can smell your scent. I can feel your cock filling me. Before I can get too comfortable though, your pull your dick out. Your dick is clean, covered in spit, but clean. Laughing you ask me to lay down on the kitchen floor. The cool linoleum sends shivers down my back. Leaning over me you enter my pussy again. Just thrusting into you sends me over the edge again and I come all over your cock. You begin thrusting again through my orgasm. My pussy clamping down on your dick. Not wanting to let it go. With a few more thrusts, you let out a loud animalistic grunt. You press into me one last time and come. Feeling your cum in me, I come again. With you. The heat between us has warmed up the floor, the linoleum no longer sending shivers through me. Now the only shiver inducing thing near me is you. You collapse on top of me. You slide yourself out of me and roll over next to me. I slide up next to you and put my head on your chest and breath in deeply. You whisper into my ear "You should do dishes like this more often." I laugh and sigh knowing that tonight's sex will have to try very hard to top this go around with you. Doing Dishes The Fun Way Its 9pm. The kids are in bed and sleeping. Stephen sits on the couch to watch a movie as Autumn washes dishes in the kitchen with the radio going softly to not disturb Stephen. As she washes dishes Autumn becomes lost in her own world and begins swaying her hips to the beat of the music and humming the songs that play. Hearing Autumn humming, Stephen looks over his shoulder to the kitchen and is mesmerized by the sway and roll of Autumn's hips, the slight bend in her knees, and the way her hands swirl the soapy water around the plates and cups. Oh, so delicately yet making sure to get them clean. Stephen straightens his position on the couch so he can watch her easier, all the while his internal temperature is rising as his cock begins to swell for her. Autumn, oblivious to Stephen's intent stare starts swaying and rolling her hips faster and faster, increasing then decreasing the bend in her knees to rise and lower herself gently as she moves. Stephen's palms begin to sweat and his pulse races as he continues to watch her. Just as she finishes rinsing the last of the dishes Stephen stands from the couch and creeps up behind her at the sink. As Autumn reaches into the sink to pull the plug Stephen molds his hips to hers, moves her hair from the back of her neck and begins kissing her, just below the ear. Feeling Stephen's lips on her neck and his hips against her Autumn closes her eyes, sighs, and pushes back against him ever so lightly. Stephen wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her tighter against him as Autumn rolls her hips against his, tilts her head to the side and reaches up to hold his head with her hand. His had slowly creeps under the hem of her shirt and climbs her stomach to unlatch her bra. He slides her bra from her chest and begins to roll her hard perky nipple between his fingers and tug just a bit. Autumn sighs in pleasure as her legs threaten to buckle. She doesn't worry though because she knows Stephen has her and would never let her fall. She arches her back just a bit to shove her ass tighter into his crotch. She can feel the bulge of his cock against her and begins to rub her ass on it enticing him further and making him nibble harder on her neck and collarbone. Just as Stephen reaches his other hand for the snap of Autumn's jeans she turns around, wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him passionately. His hands move under her shirt to her back as he presses her tighter against him, molding their bodies together. She breaks the kiss and licks along his jaw line, up to his ear where she nibbles on his earlobe. Stephen's hands slide down her back to her ass and squeeze her thru her jeans. As Autumn nibbles his ear she maneuvers their bodies so her back faces the kitchen door instead of the sink. As soon as she has moved them enough she releases Stephen and walks away, stopping in the doorway to look over her shoulder at him. Autumn gives Stephen a playful smile and runs for the bedroom. He chases her and catches her just as she reaches the bedroom door. He turns her to face him and walks into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them. As Stephen's mouth closes over Autumn's in a fiercely passionate kiss he undoes the snap of her jeans. Her hand reaches for his and undoes Stephen's jeans. They fall to the floor at the same time. As Autumn hooks her fingers in the waist line of Stephen's boxers he grabs the hem of her shirt. Autumn lowers her body to remove his boxers and Stephen lifts her shirt and bra over her head as she lowers herself. She kneels in front of him and runs the tip of her tongue up the underside of his swollen cock as it stands at attention in front of her. As her hands cup and massage his balls her tongue traces all the bulging veins of his beautiful cock and he shivers with pleasure. The tip of her tongue caresses under the crest and circles to the top, moving around the head causing another shiver to run up his back and his head to lay back against his shoulder blades. He reaches down and twines his fingers thru her hair urging her to take him in her mouth. She resists and traces the veins on the top side of his cock, down and back to the tip. She runs her tongue thru the slit in his cock head catching the first drops of precum. His grip tightens in her hair as she takes the head of his cock into her mouth and begins to suck him. Stephen moans in pleasure as Autumn's mouth encloses his cock. Her hand comes up and strokes him from the base to her mouth, in perfect rhythm. Autumn squeezes his cock in pulses as she gently twists her hand and suck on him like her favorite candy. Back and forth, up and down, gently scraping her teeth on him. As his cock begins to throb in anticipation of his release but he wants to prolong it as much as he can. He gently tugs her hair and gets her to stand up after sliding his cock out of her mouth. Her hand stays put, still pumping him and squeezing. She kisses a trail from his stomach to his chest, then to his nipple, taking it in her mouth and nibbling on it. He backs her up to the bed and lays her down. In one quick movement he has her legs spread and the head of his cock positioned to enter her. He lowers his head and kisses her as he slides his cock into her warm, tight, wet pussy. Slowly, inch by inch making sure she feels every bit of him as he enters her. Autumn arches her back with pleasure, wraps her legs around him and locks her heels at the center of his spine, spreading her legs wider, using her legs to urge him deeper inside her. As he burys himself all the way inside her he moans with pleasure at the feel of her pussy closing around his cock like it was made to fit him perfectly. Stephen lowers his head and flicks his tongue over one of Autumn's red peaked nipples as he starts his rhythmic strokes inside her. Sending them both closer and closer to heaven. As his pace increases Stephen massages one of her breasts with his hand, tweaking and pinching her nipple with his fingers as he takes the other in his mouth and sucks it. Flicking his tongue over the nipple and biting her gently. As Stephen's pace continues to increase Autumn moans his name begging him to take her faster and faster, harder and harder. His moans mix with hers in perfect harmony as her pussy muscles clench around his cock in her orgasm, triggering his. Autumn screams in pleasure as she feels his cock throb with each burst of his cum inside her. She releases her grip on him and her arms and legs fall to the side as he slides himself from her still warm pussy. Stephen lays down on the bed behind Autumn and pulls her to him. She curls up next to him, resting her head on this chest as they both try to catch their breath. Autumn leans towards the foot of the bed, grabs the sheet, covers them up and falls asleep using Stephen's chest as a pillow, with one of her legs threaded thru his and her arm across his stomach. Soon Stephen is sleeping too.