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The Kitchen

By: nautynursing



It is the holiday season. The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is the time when I love to bake. I can stay in the kitchen for days making breads, brownies, cookies, pound cakes, cheesecakes and pies, especially sweet potato pies. Anyway, you come home from work one day, walk through the door and smell the sweet aroma of freshly baked breads and spices of cinnamon and nutmeg. You come into the kitchen, take a look and see that the table is covered with cakes, cookies and homemade rolls. I'm busy mashing sweet potatoes to make pies when you come up behind me, grab my ass, and give me a kiss on the back of my neck.

"How was your day?" I ask. 

"Not as busy as yours I see." You say. 

I laugh, give you a quick peck on the cheek and proceed to finish mashing the potatoes. 

You look at me and say, "You really are mashing those potatoes hard." 

I say, "But not as hard as I could mash you!" 

At which point I put the bowl down, walk over to you, push you up against the refrigerator and start kissing you passionately. As I'm kissing you I unbutton your shirt and slowly take it off, kissing your neck, working my way down to your chest, letting my tongue slide from one nipple to the other, teasing you, biting you, sucking you. I reach over to the icemaker, hit the button, get a cube of ice and start rubbing it on your nipples, watching you go crazy as the ice melts and the water starts to run down your body.

"Now I can't have you standing here getting your pants wet, can I? I guess they have to come off!" I say. 

I continue to kiss you slowly as I undo your pants and slowly start to pull them down your legs. Of course I stop and massage that luscious ass for a while before continuing. You quickly step out of the pants and stand there looking hard and wild! I love the way you look standing there naked in my private domain, the kitchen. I get some more ice and proceed to continue what I started. I put the ice in my mouth and begin to lick your neck, your shoulders, and your chest. I want you to feel my cold tongue on your hot body. By the time I get to your chest, the ice has melted, but I get more. But first I lick and suck on your nipples with my hot tongue, while taking the ice in my hands and rubbing it over your balls. 

You gasp as the ice hits you, but I pin you against the refrigerator with my body, not letting you get away. I kiss you hard as I stroke the ice all over your dick and balls. You are squirming, trying to get away from me, but I won't let you go, not yet. I continue to rub ice on you, feeling you get hard as the ice melts, but you go soft when I apply more. 

I say, "Oh, Mr. Happy doesn't like the ice huh? I'll fix that!" 

I walk over to the counter and dip my finger into the sweet potato mixture. I put my finger in your mouth and ask you what more is needed in it for flavor. You suck my finger and say that it needs more sugar, spices and lemon, to which I go and add more. You can't believe that I actually go back to working on the pies, leaving you there hanging (literally). 

You have this sad puppy dog look on your face when I turn and say to you, "Poor baby! Don't worry you're going to enjoy what comes next!" 

I smile and you see that special gleam in my eyes when you know I'm about to be a naughty, naughty, naughty girl, and you can't wait, for you know how creative I can be!

I go back to you and start kissing you, starting at your ear. I make long wet circles with my tongue as I work my way down your neck, your shoulder, until I get to your nipples. You feel something warm being applied to your nipples; you look down and see that I am using the sweet potato mixture. I am sucking and licking the sweet potatoes off your nipples, feeling them get hard under my tongue. I love hearing you moan as I work my magic on you and I stop so that things and get even better. I clear off the counter, take you by the hand, and move you onto the counter. You look puzzled but I tell you to climb up on the counter and lay down. Your eyes get big, but you do as you're told. I love watching you laying there motionless, beautiful and naked, and all mine!

I lean over you, whisper in your ear, "Now the fun starts!" 

I start kissing your eyes, your nose, and your ear. I kiss your lips softly at first, and then I lick your lips before I insert my tongue into your mouth. We kiss slow, deep and passionate; all the while I am working my hand down your beautiful hard body. I let my fingers play with your navel, and then I start pulling on the hair around your dick. I slide my hand down and start playing with your balls, squeezing them, kneading them as if I were kneading bread dough. You moan into my mouth and I can tell that you are enjoying the feeling, which makes me more determined to do what I'm about to do to you. I stop playing with your balls and get a tube of whipped topping and starting at your neck down to your dick, I make a straight line. You let out a little shriek as you feel the cold cream begin placed on you.

I then start licking the cream off your body, starting at your neck and working my way down to your stomach. I watch as your dick starts to get hard and begins to rise. 

I go over to it and say, "Your turn is next!" 

I take a handful of sweet potatoes and grease up your rapidly rising pole. I stroke your hard dick up and down between my hands, loving the feel of your stiff flesh and the texture of the sweet potatoes beneath my fingers. You love the feeling, I can tell because you start lifting your hips up and down to match my rhythm. I lean down and start licking the head of your dick, loving the taste of the combination of you and the sweet potatoes. I then start sucking on the head, taking it in slowly, rubbing my tongue all over it. I haven't forgotten your balls; they also are covered with potatoes and being massaged.

I continue to work on your head, licking, sucking, and giving it little nibbles, when I start to take your entire shaft deep into my mouth. You let out a deep groan as I start working on your dick with my mouth, deep and slow, up and down. You increase the pace, working your hips up and down with the motions of my mouth. 

You move faster, humping my mouth harder, when I stop and tell you, "Oh no, not yet!" 

I start laughing and go back to fixing the sweet potatoes pies. You sit up on your elbows, shocked that I would get you that worked up and not let you finish. You are thinking that I will be back, I won't let you suffer like that, but you are wrong. I put the rest of the filling in the pie shells, put the pies in the oven, set the timer, clean the mixing bowls and start opening packages of cream cheese to make a cheesecake.

That is when you get really mad and jump off the counter, coming after me. 

I laugh as I try to get away from you, asking you, "What's wrong? What did I do?" 

You tell me, "You know what you did! Now it's time for payback!" 

I'm still laughing as you pull me close to you and start kissing me hard! I feel your hand as you grab and start massaging my breast. I'm not laughing now as I succumb to that passionate kiss, melting in your arms, and feeling myself being swept away. As you kiss me, I feel my clothes being removed and I begin to help you. You pull me tighter to you, holding me in your arms. I love the feel of your chest against my breasts, and the feel of your dick between my legs, making me hot and wet.

As you continue to kiss me, I feel your hand start rubbing my mound, getting me wetter and hotter. I moan as I feel you stroking my clit with those long strong fingers. I start grinding against your hand, trying to encourage you to let your fingers enter me, and you reply by doing so. I feel myself squirting juice as your fingers glide in and out of me with long deep steady strokes. It feels so good having your fingers inside me, but I want more, much more! You keep on stroking me with your fingers, as you begin to suck on my nipple, pulling on it with your lips, biting it with your teeth. It is driving me crazy and I beg you to please take me! 

You say, "Oh no! Not yet!" 

You start clearing off the table, moving all the baked goods to the counter. 

I'm wondering what you are up to when you look at me and say, "Come here!" 

I hesitate when you come over, kiss me lightly and take me by the hand, leading me to the table. You start kissing me as you take me to the table and sit me down on top of it. You lean me back on the table, rubbing your hands all over me, making me feel good. I close my eyes and just lay there enjoying the feeling.

I feel my legs being thrown on top of your shoulders, and look up to see you with the cream cheese in your hand. I'm wondering what are you about to do to me, when you read my face and start laughing. 

"My turn now!" you say, and I begin to get really turned on. 

You take the cream cheese and smooth it down my hot wet snatch, and then you begin to start eating it and me! I can feel your tongue making long slow wet licks up and down. You point your tongue and start probing deep inside my hot tight hole. I start going crazy as I feel you insert those luscious fingers of yours inside of me. I just lay back and enjoy the feelings of your fingers screwing me, twisting around inside me, while your teeth and tongue lick and bite my inner lips and my clit.

I am grinding now for all I'm worth, feeling my orgasm as it begins to build from deep inside me. My orgasm is going to be massive when it hits and I'm working my way to get there as fast as possible. You increase your motions, fingers fucking me, your mouth sucking me, and I feel my breathing become harder, sweat is forming under me, I feel my juices increasing, and I know my orgasm is about to hit, when suddenly you stop, climb on top of me and start slamming into me for all your worth! I hold on to your shoulders, wrap my legs around your waist and meet you stroke for stroke. We kiss and with the taste of all the flavors and all our juices, it tastes so good and makes me want to drink you in deeply. You continue to pound into me, deep and hard, I grip your ass, loving the feel of your muscles as you work yourself in and out of me.

You lean up and take one of my legs and put it on your shoulder, making me feel you go even deeper inside of me. I feel myself becoming short of breath as you screw me deep, long and hard. The stroking feels so good, oh so good, when I feel my orgasm begin to build again. I start arching my back as the orgasm builds, you grab my other leg and throw it on your shoulder, making the strokes go even deeper, I start screaming as I feel myself on the edge of my orgasm, that is when you shove yourself deep into me in one long hard push!. My orgasm hits, almost taking both of us off the table! At this point I'm hoping that we don't break the table! 

My orgasm causes the muscles of my pussy to tighten up, milking and gripping your dick tight, which causes you to come inside of me, hard and fast! We hold each other tight, enjoying the moment, loving the feeling of our orgasms as they begin to die down. We kiss each other softly, and then you climb off of me and sit down in the chair, looking very tired, very satisfied, very sweaty and very sexy!

I get down off of the table and walk over to the counter where I get my hands on a bottle of vegetable oil. I was going to use it to make a pound cake, but what the heck, watching you sitting there in the chair, with your head back resting on the counter, and your eyes closed with a big smile on your face, and sweat pouring down your body, has sparked in me another idea! I take the oil and pour it down my chest, rubbing it into my chest and massaging my breasts. I take both hands and begin to play with my nipples, rubbing, squeezing, and caressing them, at the same time, I'm watching you breathe, and that just makes my nipples get that much harder while I'm rubbing them. I oil up my arms, my shoulders, and the front of my legs. I leave my big brown ass for you to oil up later. I walk over to you and start rubbing my breasts on your neck, running them down your chest, taking my nipples and rubbing them against yours making them hard. That is when you start moaning and open your eyes.

Your eyes light up as you see that I am covered with oil and you start looking around when I take the bottle and show it to you. 

"Is this what you are looking for?" I ask! 

You barely whisper out a "yes" as I pour the oil on your neck and begin to massage it into your body, starting with your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your hands, your fingers (which I begin to suck on), your stomach and your thighs. I love the feel of your hard muscles combined with the oil. You feel so slippery and firm under my touch and I love it! We start rubbing each other, you sitting down, my standing and facing you, feeling your hands as they massage me from my breasts down between my legs. I then lean over and kiss you while coating your dick and your balls with oil. Now I'm really getting turned on as you start to slowly become hard and grow within my hand. As we continue to kiss, I slide my arms around your neck and sit on your lap. You take your hands and grab my ass, kneading it with those strong big hands of yours. 

I grind myself on top of your dick, feeling it slide between my inner lips and loving the feeling of our oily bodies rubbing up against each other. I love the feel of our bodies sliding up and down each other, your arms as they hold me, grab me, and feel me! The feel of your nipples as they get hard against my soft breasts, it's just too much for me to take and I then rise up and ease myself down slowly on top of your hard pulsating dick. I go slowly for I want to feel every delicious inch as it goes deep inside of me. We both moan together as I take in your fullness. I just sit there and start squeezing my inner muscles around that big hard member of yours. 

I lick your ear and whisper, "Don't move", all the time gripping and squeezing and milking your dick with my tight, hot pussy. 

It feels so good to me, but it is driving you crazy and then you finally can't take it anymore, you grab my hips and start slamming me up and down on your hardness! What a feeling! I continue to ride you as you continue to guide me with those strong hands on my ass, lifting me up and down, as you slide in and out of me. We continue this as our passion builds. The sensation is wonderful with the feel of our oily bodies sliding and gliding against each other, and you ramming and slamming me on the inside.

Then it hits! You start to buck like a wild stallion, wrapping your arms around me, holding me tight, and biting my shoulder as your orgasm hits! I feel you shoot your hot load inside of me, I can feel your dick throbbing deep inside me and that makes me hit my orgasm, hard! I go to hold on to you, but the orgasm is so strong, so powerful, that I feel my hand hit something on the counter. What I hit, I don't know and don't care at the moment, and I'll worry about it after we're done! 

We continue to tremble in each other's arms, shaking in passion, enjoying the feel as the orgasms wanes. We continue to ride each other slowly until your soft dick slides out of me and I can feel the wetness of our juices run out of my body. Minutes go by when we finally open our eyes and look at each other. To our shock, we are covered in flour! I look and most of area is covered in flour! I guess when my orgasm hit; I not only hit the bag of flour, but punched a hole in it! We continue to look around and both start laughing at the situation.

We proceed to clean up the kitchen, then look at each other and come up with the same idea at the same time! You take me by the hand and we almost trip over each other trying to get into the shower! The water is barely warm when you push me up against the shower wall and begin to start kissing me. We have a lot to clean up, both flour and oil is all over our bodies. We get the soap and start lathering each other up, my working from your head down to your knees and you concentrating more on my breasts than any place else. 

I love the feel of your soapy hands on my body and you know this as you start rubbing my nipples between your fingers. We hold each other in a hug as we soap up our shoulders, backs and legs. I love the way your ass feels in my hands! I take my fingers and slide them up and down between your cheeks, feeling your ass get tight as I start playing with your hole. I forget that I have an ass too, as you take your finger and start inserting it up my ass! 

"Okay! I'll stop!" I tell you which makes you laugh.

I take the soap and start stroking your dick in my hand, feeling it grow between my soapy fingers, watching it get long and hard. I reach out to put the soap up, when it slips out of my hand.

I bend over to pick it up, when I feel you enter my hot snatch from behind and say, "Little girl, don't you know that you should never, ever bend over in the shower?!" 

I can't say a thing as you begin stroking me slow and hard from behind. I place one leg up on the tub side, and reach my arms around to hold on to you, feeling you go deeper inside me from the back. Now I'm really worked up having you holding my breasts while pounding me from behind, and the water beating on both of our bodies! God, it makes me feel so good! We continue this position for a while, you stroking me hard and slow, then fast and hard! You keep stroking and pushing, and shoving and beating yourself into me when your orgasm hits. You let out a deep moan, almost animalistic in sound which gets me to go over the edge. We are shaking as the orgasms hit, and I just enjoy the feeling of both our cream and the water running down my legs. We finish in the shower, get dressed when we hear the smoke alarm sounding!

I go into the kitchen to find that my potatoes pies are burnt! 

I am so disappointed, looking like I want to cry when you come up behind me and whisper in my ear, "Don't worry baby. I'll come home early tomorrow and help you make some more!" 

That quickly puts a smile on my face and I can't wait for tomorrow (and us) to come!

The Kitchen



The sunlight streams through the kitchen window, dancing in the rippled purple glass of the hanging cat. You are standing by the counter, one eye on some exquisite-smelling thing in the oven whilst you skim through a cookbook.

The sight of you takes my breath. You're wearing a lone blue wrap-around skirt and matching top; both hug your body in exactly the right places. It takes all my willpower not to scoop you up in my arms. As usual, you're not wearing anything on your feet; bent forward on your delicate tip-toes, your pert backside is thrust out towards me. Your hair is held in a high ponytail, flowing down your back in a silken cascade. I don't think you've noticed me. You could be pretending to ignore me, but even in profile, I can see your lips pursed in that expression of concentration you have when you think nobody can see you. 

God, I want you. 

I come up behind you, wrap my arms around your waist and put my lips to your neck. I'm not sure which is more intoxicating; your smell or the little gasp you make. I kiss my way higher, lifting your chin with one hand. You close your eyes and reward me with a quiet moan. 

I spin you to face me, pulling you close. You smile flirtatiously; you've felt the growing bulge between us. I run my fingers through your hair and draw your lips to mine. 

Don't think I didn't notice your dark eyes flick to the side. Then you stand on your toes, grab the back of my head and nibble on my ear. "You've got fifteen minutes," you whisper softly.

That's all the motivation I need. I lift you by the backside onto the worktop and push you flat. With one hand, I cup your breasts through your top. Even with the velvety material and bra, I feel your nipples stiffen; in response, I stiffen too. 

In a fluid motion, I pull your top over your head. Your hair spills free of the ponytail; the sun turns it from dark brown to chestnut in an instant. Before you can take a breath, I'm kissing the curve of your breasts. You unclip your bra and moan as I suck on your hard nipple. You arch your back, giving me as much of you as you can.

I pull myself to your face and steal another kiss. Then, with a playful grin, I firmly grasp one of your ankles, raising your leg into the air. You squeal with delight as your skirt rides up, exposing most of your leg. With my tongue, I work my way slowly up your leg; your calf; your knee; your inner thigh. My free hand traces my mouth's path on your other leg, gently tickling your soft skin. Mouth and fingertips make their way further up, drawing nearer and nearer, closer and closer. 

I duck under your skirt, continuing my journey. When at last I run out of leg to play with, I take a moment to savour the sight before me. You shaved last night, removing every trace of hair from your mound. I lightly run my fingers along the smooth skin as I bring my face to within an inch of your pussy. I hear your breath quicken; you know what's coming, but you don't know when.

I let you wait, drawing the moment out as long as either of us can stand it. Your smell drives me wild, and I bite my lip to stop myself losing control entirely. I listen as you calm down, as you grow used to me being there.

I strike. My broad tongue runs from the bottom of your slit to the very top. Your moan is music to my ears. I reach from under your skirt and put my hand to your mouth. As I lick again and again, letting your juices cover my face, you suck my fingers. I quicken my pace, losing myself in you. Almost of their own accord, my fingers slip inside you. You're wet, far wetter than I would have imagined. I smile as I curl my fingers inside you; you were expecting this all along!

I clamp my mouth to the top of your pussy. You begin to buck under deft flicks of my tongue. Your clit grows larger. I suck on it as I did your nipples, humming in my throat. The vibrations drive you wild. Your hands push down on my head and you scream. But there's no stopping me now; I push back and continue to lick.

Your toes curl on my shoulders and I feel your thighs spasm. Your scream becomes a deep moan of ecstasy and you thrust your pussy against my face. Where a minute ago you were pushing me away, now you're forcing me to stay. You ride my face, letting my tongue and fingers bring you up, up and...your taste changes. You come hard and your moan turns into a scream again.

I stand up, pushing your skirt from over my head, and wipe my mouth. Even so, I can feel your juices running down my chin. You lie on the counter in front of me, chest heaving. Your hands cup your breasts and you bite your lip, staring not at my face but at my crotch.

You slide from the worktop and drop to your knees. Your hands are shaking from your orgasm as you unzip my jeans. My cock, already hard, falls out. You grasp it firmly with one hand and bring it to your pouting lips. Your tongue rolls around the head then down the shaft. Teasingly, you part your lips and slowly...so very slowly...take my head in your mouth. Your tongue doesn't stop moving.

I let out a long breath when you reach between my legs and pull me closer to you. I gasp when you trail your tongue down my thick vein to my balls. The pressure you put on them as you suck each in turn is incredible. Your hand slides up and down my length, gently squeezing, milking pre-come from me. You take me in your mouth once more, cleaning me.

You pump my cock, quickening your strokes. Your tongue seems to be everywhere at once, driving me crazy.

I can't take much more. I'm going to come. Feeling the pressure building, you stop. You kiss my tip and smile. "Fuck me." I don't need to be told twice.

I help you to your feet and bend you over the kitchen counter. You stand on the tips of your toes, skirt bunched in one hand. I guide myself to you, sliding only my head inside. Despite having come already, you're still tight. I pull a little further out, until only the very tip is in you. 

You moan and look at me over your shoulder, a mock-serious look on your face. "Fuck me!"

I thrust inside you. Your scream makes the glassware sing. I thrust again and again and lift one of your legs from the floor. The different angle catches you in exactly the right way; your scream becomes higher pitched. I wrap your raised leg around my waist and pull closer to you. I reach around and rub your clit in time with my cock sliding into your pussy.

You contract, squeezing me. I feel the familiar sensation building. My strokes become rushed, hurried. Your moaning tells me you don't care; you're as close as I am. I rub you faster, bending over you and nuzzling your neck.

Waves of pleasure roll over you. You scream and buck and jerk, all the while I'm holding you in place. Your muscles clench, tightening around my shaft. I feel my own orgasm welling up; I grab your hips and with a final thrust, release myself inside you.

On quivering legs, we stand joined, breathing heavily. The kitchen smells of sex.

The oven clock beeps.



The Kitchen Light



Kate was staring up at the numerous lights hanging there inside the Home Depot, but she had no idea which one she wanted, nor where to begin finding a particular model on the shelves. She could hear some of the store employees talking behind her as she walked backwards down aisle seven. She figured she might as well ask. She had to get home and get dinner started.

She turned around just as someone else was turning around. She clashed into a strange woman in the middle of the Indoor and Outdoor Lighting section. Kate got the worst of it, running freckled nose first into the woman's chest. Kate only stood five feet and one inch, and this woman was more than a head taller then her. A stranger's breasts, wrapped in a ribbed cotton shirt, suddenly smacked into her face, and both women jumped back.

"Sorry! Can I help you?" A tall, strong tomboy of a woman with mocha brown hair laughed as she stood towering and smiling in front of Kate.

"Sorry! Yes…" Kate began, momentarily caught off guard. She searched the woman's chest for a name tag. "Hallie! Yes. I'm looking for a kitchen light. I need one over my sink."

"Oh, sure! Right this way." Hallie lead Kate a little further down aisle seven until they were standing underneath the large display of hanging lights. Hallie stopped in the middle of the aisle, held her arms out, and tilted her head back. Kate could see the strength in her forearms. "Which one do you want?"

"I'm not sure. I…"

"Well, just let me know." Hallie brought her gaze down to meet Kate's. "And I'll pluck it off the shelf for you."

Oh my God,Kate thought. This woman is hitting on me.

Kate suddenly felt very warm in her cotton summer dress. She wondered if she was sweating. It's all the lights, she thought. She rubbed at the back of her neck and flapped the front of her dress a couple times.

"Yeah." Hallie smiled. "It gets hot back here."

Holy shit, Kate thought as her eyes darted around the light display. This lesbian is hitting on me. 

"I think I'll take that one." Kate quickly pointed up to a simple light with an opaque shade. She nervously ran her hand through her curly, long red hair and tried to avoid Hallie's gaze. Her mind was racing. Her face had been in this woman's breasts! She had no idea what to do or say. She tried to think of some way to acknowledge the flirtation and politely decline without being rude. She wished Todd was here so she could kiss him and end this whole thing. She could feel sweat on the back of her neck. What if she thinks I'm sweating because I'm horny? This made her sweat more.

"Are you all right?" Hallie asked and stepped forward with the box containing Kate's light. Kate's face flushed in embarrassment. 

"Yes. I'm…I'm just hot, that's all." Kate quickly answered, and thought she noticed a smirk run across Hallie's face. Hallie held out the box toward Kate.

"Do you want me to install this for you?"

"What?" Kate asked, her head swimming.

"I can come over to your house and install this for you if you'd like. Would you like that?"

"I…I…I don't…"

"I could come by tomorrow. I'm not doing anything."

"I…I don't…"

Hallie suddenly reached forward and brushed a lock of Kate's hair away from her face. Kate's hand rushed up to her chest and clutched at her dress, trying to cover her D-cups more than they already were.

"It's okay. It's just a kitchen light," Hallie whispered. "We can always have fun later, or not, if you decide it's not for you. Just leave the light, your address, and receipt with customer service. I'll come by tomorrow around one. Is that okay?"

"Yes." Kate didn't look at her until Hallie's strong hand tilted her chin up. The two women locked eyes. 

"I'll be there at one."

"Okay."

"See you then, ma'am." Hallie said rather loudly. Kate's mind raced back to an awakened state, and her body went flush with heat as she remembered she was still in aisle seven of the Home Depot. Hallie walked by her, softly brushing Kate's arm as she did so. A chill ran up Kate's arm and down to her toes. Her knees nearly buckled and she looked around for a rest room. Why did I say yes? Why did I say yes? Why did I say yes?

She ran for the check-out lanes, and was visibly shaking as she left her information at the customer service desk. She assured the young man there that she didn't need any help and ran for the car. She nearly dropped her keys, but was soon in the car and tearing out of the lot.

My God, that woman's going to be in my home! What am I going to do? She's going to…she's going to think I want sex from her and I don't! I was just confused and she…she took advantage of me! She's going to come over with that light and want to put her hands all over me and kiss me and touch me and oh shit, what am I doing?

Her free hand was pulling up the flower print dress past her thighs by the time she reached the first stop light. She could remember the feel of Hallie's shirt on her face. She could remember her smell. She could still feel her hand on her chin. She could still see her curious blue eyes. Her hand crawled into her white panties almost on its own and she soon let out a loud cry of pleasure as she pinched her wet clit at the intersection of Twelfth and Andrews in the broad daylight. Her thighs clamped onto her hand and wouldn't let go until she was through the stoplight and two blocks away. She looked around outside the car. She was reasonably alone in traffic. She brought her soaked fingers up to her mouth and sucked them clean. She sped home. She debated on what to tell Todd.

"Should I call in sick?" Todd asked after hearing the story.

"No!" Kate licked a slow line up the length of his cock. Todd's head happily leaned back on the bed pillows. "You were sick last week and I don't want you getting in trouble."

"All right, all right. You just better give me all the details when I get home. It's all I'll be thinking about! How am I supposed to work?"

"Nothing's going to happen!"

"Uh huh. Sure. You know you want to taste the forbidden fruit."

"No, I…She was just…"

"Bewitching?"

"Yes!"

"See, you're already thinking about it!"

"No I'm not. Watch!" Her mouth engulfed him. Her lips played all around him and her tongue flicked across the head of his cock. He sharply inhaled and clutched at her head as he exploded hot cum into her mouth. She moaned and squeezed his balls, urging every drop out of him. She crawled up and rubbed his cockhead over her nipples, which made them both smile.

"Just set up a video camera," Todd requested. She slapped him on the stomach and got up from bed. 

It was twelve-fifty-five the next day. Kate had the house cleaned by ten-thirty that morning. She put extra care into the kitchen, and had gone over it with a careful eye many times. After going through four different choices of outfits, she finally settled on another simple summer dress. She had paced a well-worn trail all over their small house. The television provided no distraction whatsoever. She sat in the plush living room chair and watched the seconds tick by. 

One o'clock came and went. Her heartbeat began to drop to its regular rhythm. Ten minutes passed, and she smiled. She's not coming, she guessed. She got up and went for a glass of water. The anxiety of Hallie's arrival had her sweating. 

The doorbell rang as she brought the water to her lips. She froze, her eyes locked on the front door. Her trembling hand forcefully put the glass down before she dropped it. She took a step toward the door and stopped. I could pretend I'm not home, she thought. The doorbell rang again.

She mustered up her courage and walked for the door. She stuck out her chin a bit and flung it open. Hallie stood leaning a forearm on the doorframe, dressed much like the day before. She smiled and blew a big pink bubble of gum from her mouth. She held a shiny red toolbox in her other hand. The bubble popped, nearly making Kate jump. 

"Hi there," she said.

"Hi," Kate said without looking at her. She suddenly wondered if her dress clung to her body too much. "The kitchen is right in here." She quickly turned away and led Hallie across the living room. She had the boxed light on the counter and had brought in the step ladder from the broom closet.

"Where do you want it?" Hallie asked while unfolding the step ladder.

"Just…right above the sink is fine. There's already a hole there from the old one we took out."

"Okay. It shouldn't be a problem." Hallie walked up the first two steps and examined the wiring. She looked down at Kate, who was standing nearby, looking like a girl brought into the principal's office. "I'll come get you when it's done."

"All right. I'll just…" She pointed to the living room, fidgeted her fingers, and went into the living room to sit down before her knees shook any more.

A half hour later, Hallie was flipping the light switch up and down. The light was working perfectly. "All done!" She called.

"Great!" Kate said as she came into the kitchen, now hoping that Hallie might leave and the day would be forgotten and chalked up to a silly fantasy. Hallie leaned against the kitchen counter, a devilish smirk on her face.

"Why don't you try it out?" She said, almost purring.

Kate walked over, turned the light on and off, smiled at the new bowl of light in her kitchen sink, and turned around. She yelped as she found Hallie standing directly behind her.

"That's not what I meant," Hallie said, and then bent down and kissed Kate's quivering mouth. Kate gasped and took a step back, but she was trapped between Hallie's strong body and the kitchen sink. She slipped left and right, but was caught between Hallie's arms. Another kiss landed upon her whimpering mouth, then another. She let out a sigh and gave in. She hungrily kissed this other woman's face. Her hands leapt forward and pawed all over Hallie's body. She was quaking under her skin. Every nerve was alive. Every synapse was firing. All she saw was an explosion of color behind her eyelids and her knees nearly buckled as she latched onto Hallie's hips.

"You came already?" Hallie asked as she pulled away. All Kate could do was nod. "Wow. You've had this on your mind, haven't you?" Kate nodded again. "Let's see what else I can do," Hallie said and slid down to her knees before Kate.

Kate weakly gasped as her summer dress was pushed up over her hips. Her cotton panties were tortuously pulled over her thighs as Hallie's tongue made little swirls down Kate's belly. Kate could feel Hallie's hot breath on her stomach, her wet lips below her navel, and her chin brushing over her pubic bone. She jumped, smacking her abdomen into Hallie's nose and making the handywoman laugh. 

She continued laughing as she ran the tip of her tongue over Kate's seam. Kate's eyes rolled back into her head and her fingernails scratched underneath the counter. Her knees willingly came apart and Hallie's tongue was soon working all over her. Kate felt a rush of warmth run over her as Hallie's tongue danced over her clit and her fingers tickled inside her. The kitchen was a blur. The light above the sink became a dim beam that melded into a hundred shadows. She was aware of her torso snapping back and forth like a riding crop, but not much else.

"Damn, girl." Hallie stood up, brushing off her bottom lip with her thumb. "You'll wake the neighbors."

"Was…Was I – " Kate suddenly began to panic, wondering who might've heard. Hallie silenced her by sliding a cum-soaked finger into Kate's mouth. Kate gave a happy moan as she trembled.

"Don't worry about it. We can go back into the bedroom if you want. Would you like that?"

"What?" Kate asked, her head swimming. She blinked a few times, shook her head, and brought herself back to reality in the seventh aisle of the Home Depot.

"I said I can come over to your house and install this for you if you'd like. Would you like that?" Hallie repeated. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm…" She quietly giggled and bit her lip. "I'm fine."

"So do you want me to install the light for you? I could come by tomorrow. I'm not doing anything."

"Yeah, I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."

"Okay, just let customer service know that you want the home installation, and they'll let you know about what time I'll get there." Hallie couldn't make out the quirky smile on Kate's face. "Are you sure you're all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I'll see you tomorrow, Hallie," Kate said as she walked past her, barely brushing forearms with the woman. She couldn't wait to tell Todd.



The Kitchen Man



INTRODUCTION

Public accountant Louie King looked through the Yellow Pages under the heading of Tradesmen and one caught his eye because two things interested him: Dave Duncan described himself as 'an all-round renovator and building tradesman' who offered 'top quality work at very competitive pricing'.

* * * 

CHAPTER 1

Louie King took Dave Duncan into the drab kitchen of his expensive home.

"This is it, I want it remodeled for a totally modern look. This kitchen is, I believe, 36 years old. We purchased the property three months ago. How much?"

"Excuse me?"

"How much to modernize it so it is great to work in and looks great to people when they enter it?"

Dave scratched his nuts thinking this guy was open to extortion.

"Forty-seven thousand dollars plus the cost of new appliances."

Louie patted his bald spot and gave the impression he was thinking.

"Forty-five and not a dollar more."

"Okay," Dave said, looking calmly at the fifty-year old businessman, "What kind of finished kitchen do you want?"

"Anything actually but you best ask my wife. Also we'll want to use the kitchen while you are renovating."

"Okay so when do I get to meet your wife?"

"Wednesday next week when she returns from France. She went home to see her parents. She's half French you know."

"No I didn't know that."

"Oh."

"Tell her I'll call next Friday next week at 10:00 for coffee and the discussion."

Louie looked at his watch. "And what discussion is that?"

"The type of kitchen she wants and her thoughts about what you want."

"Yes of course."

"Thank you Mr King. I will mail you two copies of a contract tomorrow to approve and then sign. You keep a copy and send the other signed copy to me."

"That's fine. As a professional I expect you to conduct yourself professionally. Thank you."

Dave went off to finish a job thinking what a dope Louie was but because he ripped off his clients in turn he expected a builder would rip him off and was comfortable about that. He dreaded the thought of dealing with the wife without Louie being present. Louie was bad enough but women never could make up their minds what they really wanted. He decided to work all weekend to finish the only other big job had had lined up to enable him to start ripping the shit out of that drab kitchen on Saturday week. Oh damn, he could only do that in stages because Louie wanted it kept as a working kitchen.

Louie' daughter, tying a white robe and her hair undone and wearing no make-up, answered the front door of the substantial suburban home and said yes?

"I'm the kitchen renovator. I'm here to see your mother."

The 30-year-old said, "My mother is in France."

France was said with a trace of accent.

Dave's mouth dropped opened and he managed, "Are you Mrs King?"

"Oui I mean yes. Mr King remarried earlier this year to replace his dead wife."

"Wow Mrs King, you sure are a great looker. In fact you are beautiful even without make-up."

"Thank you. Are you aware you are twenty minutes early?"

"Tardiness is an unknown concept to me."

She smiled and invited Dave in. "Is it acceptable I remain dressed like this?"

"Yes sure, I'd not expect you to strip at 10:00."

"It is but 9:40," she smiled. "You are a bright and lively young man. I like it. Come through and I'll make coffee and you can tell me why you over-charged my husband so much."

Jesus, Dave thought. He was in the crap with her already.

"Mrs King..."

"Call me Eden."

"Only if you call me Dave."

"Yes Dave. I'm waiting for your inadequate explanation."

"I visualized what I could do to transform this kitchen and priced it accordingly. Louie didn't appear to know what he wanted."

"He's an accountant Dave. How do you say it? Give him a break. Do you have drawings?"

"Yeah I've done some sketches."

"Well get them out of your folder while I go off and dress."

"Please Eden, stay as you are."

"But I wear no bra or panties. This is not correct."

"Please Eden I have no woman to look at without makeup and who's just thrown on a robe over her sleep-warmed body."

"Oooh, her sleep-warmed body. You must think greatly about women and see images?"

"Yeah a bit."

Dave tell me this, "Am I safe with you in my home? You are, how shall we say, a big husky man."

"You want me to shave off my moustache?"

"Oh no. My favorite man who is my father has a moustache."

Dave thought about how best to answer her question.

"Eden you will be safe with me even if you walk around me nude. I promise not to touch you unless you are provocative."

"Oooh you suggest I am capable of being a provocateur. How very interesting Dave but this is not getting our kitchen remodeled. Prepare your drawings for viewing while I get coffee. Louie has made it."

Eden's mouth fell open when viewed the sketches.

"These sketches. These are your work?"

"Yes my degree is in interior design but I found the clients so difficult to work with and the workmen engaged generally didn't care enough about what they were doing. And so I worked with an interior renovator for just over a year to learn the trade skills and now I offer a comprehensive service although I will renovate to the client's own designs."

"That is very interesting. What I meant could you sketch me if I paid you?"

"Only as a full nude."

Eden blushed and said naughty boy.

As she studied the sketches Dave thought she was probably no more than thirty-five. God he would like to get into her panties.

Without looking up Eden said, "Are you thinking naughty thoughts staring at me like that?"

"Yes."

"You sound honest and that means I can trust you. Now am I allowed to make suggested changes?"

"Of course, that is the purpose of the sketches. Have your changes ready for me when I arrive on Saturday week to begin ripping your kitchen apart, er but leaving it as a working kitchen."

"So I have to work amid dust and mess?"

"Yes Eden, just as I have to do."

"You are a very honest man Dave um?"

"Duncan." 

"You are a very honest man Dave Duncan. I shall arrive fully dressed with the changes at your apartment before Saturday week."

"No just have them ready for me when I arrive on Saturday week at 7:00."

"But Louie and I stay in a bar till late on Fridays and then come home and have lots of sex and we sleep late Saturdays."

"I'm sorry Eden but Louie has signed a contract that has a clause that specifically allows me to work unhindered. If I have to start later than 7:00 then I'll be hindered."

"If I considered being sweet to you would you start at 10:00 on Saturday?"

"No Eden although the thought of what being sweet to me almost overwhelms me I must decline your fabulous offer. I shall start work Mondays to Saturdays at 7:00. It's how I work Eden; please understand that."

"I do. So for two weeks Louie and I will have to change our drinks and disgusting sex night to Saturdays and we can sleep in on Sunday. It won't be so bad."

Dave stood and said he must go and he had work to do.

Eden stood and said softly, "I have a friend a little younger than me who is divorced. She has a body almost as good as mine but her face makes me jealous of her. Would you like to meet her?"

"Yes that would be great. He then asked Eden to clear everything out of the cupboards and drawers before Saturday week. He suggested leaving the things she'd really wanted on the kitchen table. He could work around that.

Dave went off thinking Eden was the most adorable woman he'd ever met. He was aware she'd not have to do much to convince him she was a provocateur. 

Jeepers!

* * *

The noisy delivery of a 10 foot dumpster at 6:45 on Saturday awoke Louie and Eden and most of their near neighbors. Louie arrived in his robe to open the front door for Dave.

"Hi I'll get coffee," he yawned.

"Not for me," Dave said. "Just bottled water does me till my half-hour lunch break at noon when I eat and have coffee. I then work each day till 3:30 and then leave."

"I've seen the sketches. They look great and we've made some minor changes and written down some suggestions that really are only are preferences. Do you think you'll be finished in two weeks?"

"One week and one day should see me all but finished construction and the fittings installed. Then at the start of week two the walls will be repainted and the new hardwood tiled flooring will be laid and then in the last couple of days of that week I'll install the new appliances and electricians and gasfitters will connect them to supply services. I'll want everything done perfectly so will be here supervising all of that work. The electrician will be here early on week two installing down lighting and recess under cabinet lighting."

"Thanks. Well rip the shit out of our kitchen. I'll leave you to it."

Eden appeared mid-morning and said, "May I kiss you good morning?"

"I'm sweaty."

She kissed him and then apologized for having to make some changes.

"Please don't apologize. It's your kitchen."

She giggled. "I have invited Emma to lunch with us Friday. Emma is that woman I talked to you about. She's been unable to find a good man to date. So far she's attracted guys who act like scumbags. She's interested to meet you and is not worried about you having a moustache. If you must know some women like being tickled by a moustache, particularly between their legs."

"No I didn't know that," Dave said gravely. "However I have no intention of testing out Emma by kissing between her legs."

"Omigod," Eden said, falling into a giggling fit.

During lunch with the King's Dave discussed the changes and then said he had a cabinetmaker on standby. One of his men would arrive early Monday morning to measure up and they'd deliver the cabinets and cupboards next Saturday and install the new bench tops.

"Look could you guys go off early next Saturday morning and come back late?"

"No problem," Louie said. "We'll have our usual drinks Friday night and then book into a hotel and arrange to book out late."

"Perfect and thank you."

Mid-afternoon Eden arrived to prepare the evening meal and invited Dave to stay for dinner.

"No thank you. I'm taking one of my unbeautiful females friends to dinner."

"Oh you should not call women unbeautiful."

"Only to you because compared to you they are not beautiful."

"Oh you saucy man," she laughed.

"Eden may I touch you?"

Initially she looked startled and then she looked at the door to the passage. Louie was in the TV room watching a DVD.

"Yes," she whispered.

Dave went to her and stroked her hair.

"You hair is like pure gold and so fine. I have been thinking about it."

She said, sounding a little disappointed, "If that what you wished to touch?"

"Yes. Why is there something else you wish me to touch?"

"No," she said, sounding a little less than convincing.

She kissed his cheek and said, "You are a very lovely man."

As Eden prepared vegetables at the table, Dave continued unscrewing the wall-hung cabinets.

"A guy arrives Tuesday to collect anything that he thinks he can on sell. He will give me a fair price and that check will be made out to you."

"No you keep that money. I think it's known as the builder's perk."

"No my profit margin is built into the gross price. Donate the money to charity if you don't wish to have it or give it to Louie."

"You appear to be a man who likes women."

"Yes Eden and not only the beautiful ones. I see females as giving balance to my life. I almost married early last year but after four years the woman decided she liked my best friend better because his family is very wealthy."

"The bitch."

"Yes and I called her that to her face but the truth is I accepted it was better she did it before we were married than afterwards and she did make the decision when we were planning an engagement party and had not sent out the invitations."

Dave removed the last two screws holding a cabinet and lifted it down.

"Do you like having sex?"

He turned to reply and noticed she was waiting intently. "Yes very much but alas very few women appear really good at it, at least judging by the performance of woman I associate with. But I think you'd be great at it."

"Oh and why do you think that," Eden said, concentrating on chopping carrots.

"Because you focus on things, you talk openly about sex, judging by the way you move you are athletic and I suspect you are very passionate although you don't flaunt it."

"Omigod, that's almost what I would say about myself. You are very observant."

Dave whispered, "Have you ever been unfaithful?"

She looked towards the door and then turning back whispered, "Just the once. It was one of Louie' younger friends. We were both rather drunk and I submitted rather than cause a fuss and it was over quickly because Louie, the guy's wife and other people were in the next room."

"Do you regret it?"

"Oh I've never asked myself that. Um no I don't. I know at the time I felt ashamed but now, well now I see it as a little adventure. I do recall being very red-faced and excited as well as fearful someone would come through the door and catch us at it. It was fully clothed sex."

"With a condom?"

Eden sighed and said that was really the disgusting thing about it. "No it all happened so fast and I regret to say I was sufficiently drunk to be carefree. I only require Louie to wear one when we have anal sex. Oh god, what am I saying?"

"It's fine. The new cabinets will really add class to this room."

On Friday Dave banged his head coming from under a bench when he heard the doorbell chime.

"Oh that is my sexy friend Emma," Eden called as she went by along the hallway.

Dave cursed thinking he should have washed his hands and face and combed his hair. And then he thought why, Eden would have been over-describing her friend to make him interested. This Emma probably wore glasses and smelt of stale pussy juice.

He rubbed his head to greet the arriving bump and thought, oh trust him to think badly about a person like that. That's why only safely married women appeared relaxed and related well to him. The younger babes looking for regular dick probably rejected him as being desirable when they saw his dandruff and dirty fingernails and smelt his stale sweat.

Yeah, Eden was wasting her time.

"Dave this is my best friend Emma Thomas."

"Oh hi," said laconically and sniffed to put her off. He felt scratching his balls would be going too far and Eden would castigate him. She was beautiful, even better looking than Eden, taller and actually she had a rather great body.

"Dave, I'm pleased to meet you. God what a great body."

Huh, why was she talking like that? How could any babe who knew to talk to a guy like a guy believed they should, had managed to attract only scumbags? Then he saw Eden was practically giggling and knew she'd set him up.

"Nice day Emma."

He applauded himself when he saw Eden's horrified look. Even Emma looked as if he'd said something insulting.

"Oh is it?" Emma said vaguely. "It looked very much like yesterday and the day before and the day before that."

"Yeah great for outdoor sex I suppose."

Emma moved back and Eden stood a little forwarded of her and posed protectively.

"Well you ladies prattle and I'll get on with the job."

"Emma is here to have lunch with us."

"I'm going," Emma said crossly.

Dave decided he was upsetting Eden so said, "Great legs Emma."

The women looked at him suspiciously.

"Great tits too."

Eden smiled and told the startled visitor to relax. Dave was just attempting to be manly.

"I-I would rather have then called breasts."

"Darling you told me you wanted a sex-oriented guy. This is how they are. You can't have it any other way unless you want another gay guy."

"I've had plenty of dates who were real gentlemen."

"That's true but did you get sex?"

"Nope."

"Well then. Dave's your man."

"Oh god."

Dave felt rather left out of it but then that's how women were. He was used to that.

"Excuse the mess darling but you sit there and Dave you set next to Emma and do try to behave when my back is turned."

"Is he house-trained?" Emma said, sounding a little bitter and excluding Dave again.

He decided it was wind-up time and asked her, "Do you fuck?"

Emma blushed and choked.

"Well?"

"Yes I do but I'm very choosy."

"On first dates."

She said she wasn't into statistics like that and pleaded, "Eden."

"Coming darling. Actually you are doing very well."

Eden handed a bowl of pasta and ham salad to Emma who handed it to Dave and he flipped half of it on to his plate and handed it back and said thanks.

The women looked at the pile on Dave's plate and looked at each other and smiled. Apparently both appreciated a man who liked home-prepared food.

As Eden poured the wine she said, "Dave has a degree in interior design."

Emma gaped and asked, "You have a university degree?"

"Yes don't you?"

"Yes in music. I play a viola in the City Orchestra."

"I know nothing about classical music."

"Well that doesn't surprise me. Would we have anything in common?"

Dave said he'd pass on that to avoid embarrassing Eden.

Eden laughed and said, "He meant a lust for sex darling" and darling blushed hugely.

"I'm so glad I've bought you two together," Eden said.

Encouraged by that, Dave dropped a hand over Emma's thigh and she planted her hand on his to imprison it.

As Eden went to the bench to get salt he whisper, "Let my touch your pussy?"

"No," she hissed.

"Okay then let my hand go."

She released and at the next opportunity he whispered could he feel her tits and she said no way and asked was he being fed raw meat. 

Returning to the table Eden asked brightly, "All this whispering, do you two want to use a bedroom?"

"Would you join us?"

Eden giggled and told Dave to behave himself and Emma looked indecisive or more likely shocked. Dave said he best get back to work and he assumed that was the end of Emma being interested in him.

But no. An hour later Emma walked up to him and said she thought she could get use to him. "You are so full on."

"Then give me a kiss and no grabbing."

She smiled and kissed him lightly, not closing her eyes.

"You have a sexy kiss," he said. "There's some hope for you."

She pulled back, swallowed and said, "Will you like to come to dinner tonight? I live with my parents so they will be there, leaving us no opportunity for... for..."

"For sex?"

"Yes."

"That's fine. You only wanted me to come to dinner anyway."

"I-I wanted you to feel my breasts."

"Well it's your choice: Either it will be dinner or dinner and tits. You can pull them out for me on the front porch when kissing me goodbye. Your parents won't stand on the on the porch with us will they?"

"No," she smiled and walked away.

Later Eden called, "Emma is going."

Dave put down his measuring tape and went over and kissed the startled Emma, giving her a big full-on kiss.

"Omigod," Emma whimpered.

"Omigod," Eden said. "May I have one of those?"

He delivered the same kiss but in addition dropped a hand and cupping Eden's nearest ass cheek pulled her in against him and she banged against him and groaned.

"God now that's what I call a kiss," Emma said as Eden took a step back and appeared a little shaken.

"Jesus Dave, you ought not kiss a married woman like that," Eden said and he replied he'd been waiting for the opportunity to kiss her properly and that was the opportunity.

"You are really sexy Eden," he said. "Therefore you must expect to be kissed sexily."

Emma left and Dave returned to work and when on menial tasks wondered if Eden's tits would be large enough to comfortably encase his dick but knew Emma's would do job beautifully,

* * *

Dave went to dinner with Emma and her folk and her mom said, "David may I ask what is so different about you?"




The Kitchen Man



"Different to whom?"

"To other men?"

Dave scratched an ear and said perhaps he was the only kitchen renovator that Emma knew.

"I had thought of that but that seems unlikely. You see my daughter hasn't brought a man home here for five, perhaps six years. I suspect she'd gone soft on you."

Dave rubbed his other air and said, "Emma?"

"What's that?" said her father Stan who had stacked eight peas on the flat side of his knife and sucked down the lot.

Emma sighed. "If you must know mom Eden doesn't like many men but she really likes Dave and thinks Dave and I should get together and find if we are compatible."

"So at last you have a boyfriend."

Emma looked nervously at their visitor and said, "Dave?"

"Yes Mrs Thomas. Emma and I intend going steady."

"For what purpose?"

"To have sex and enjoy companionship."

"Oh. So you are not planning to marry my daughter?"

"I really haven't thought about it Mrs Thomas. I really only think about sex."

Dave looked at Emma who appeared quite relaxed.

She smiled when her mom said, "Well if she has sex that means she's getting something back in return for her companionship. Will you be seeking the approval of her parents?"

"No."

"And why not?"

"Because Emma is an adult Mrs Thomas."

Regina Thomas considered that statement and nodded and said quite right and that ended that particular conversation as Mr Thomas sucked another row of peas off the blade of his upended table knife. Dave grinned and thought at least the guy didn't slurp.

Emma came out on to the porch to say goodnight. Dave knew she wouldn't show him her tits. But she exhibited a touch of passion when they kissed, pushing up against him and finally they were tonguing and as they pulled apart under the porch light her eyes looked big and dark and he was quite sure she was almost saying with those unblinking eyes, 'Please fuck me.'

Er almost.

He lifted a hand on to a breast and her gaze didn't flicker and she didn't flinch.

He whispered he'd love to fuck her and her face softened and a beautiful smile appeared like a sunrise.

Dave was enchanted momentarily and then said, "Well I'm off. That was a lovely meal and your parents appeared to think I was okay. Well I guess even you don't know what your father thinks."

"That's a very accurate assessment Dave. I know you bit back from saying mom likes you. I can tell you she'd smitten and will tell me that when I return inside."

He kissed the tip of her nose and was pleased she didn't adopt a tragic look as he was leaving without attempting to arrange a date. But Dave liked to tease women. When he went down the three steps and on to the path he turned and said, "Tomorrow is Saturday a big day in the kitchen with the cabinets and bench tops arriving early. But late afternoon I'll like to call for you on the way home and you can cook me dinner at my place while I watch your ass shimmer around my kitchen. I'd like you to stay the night."

"Oooh that sounds perfect," Emma said almost breathlessly. "I was thinking you weren't interested."

"Oh yes Emma. I think we are a good fit."

"Like a kitchen cupboard door," she giggled.

He laughed and just loved seeing her looking so happy.

"Goodnight Emma."

"Goodnight. I'll pack my overnight bag as soon as I get to my bedroom."

In bed Dave had a rock hard erection that was screaming for attention. He dealt with it and was surprised he was thinking of Emma as he jerked his dick. Lately the only woman in his mind had been Eden, the hottest woman he'd ever befriended. He pushed back the bedclothes and sprayed his chest, thinking it was Emma's chest and he wondered if she would rub the cream into her breasts lovingly.

Eden didn't appear next morning until Louie had left for golf. She arrived in the kitchen looking sleepy and said they'd gone out with friends for dinner and had drunk far too much. Her gown came open and a tit flopped out.

"God look at me, exhibiting myself," she said reaching to stuff it back in.

"Wait, show me everything. Every time I see you I wonder."

She shook off the gown and turned twice slowly.

"Right place a foot on a chair so I can get a better look at it."

She did that, gave him a moment and then spread the lips.

"Now turn and bend over."

She obeyed and then spreading her legs she parted those cheeks.

"Thank you Eden. I knew you'd have a wonderful body."

"I know and it was my pleasure to display it to you Dave. Will you now draw me without objection?"

"Let's discuss that request with Louie. If he agrees I'll draw you but I'm not a portrait artist."

"I know but I don't want a nude photograph of me. Also I won't want my husband in the room when I pose for you."

"That's understandable. He'd only want to fuck you."

Eden giggled.

While waiting for the cabinets to arrive they had coffee and Eden asked him about his first date with Emma the previous night and he said it went well and he really liked Emma, knowing that statement would get back to Emma.

"Will you see Emma again?"

"Yes."

Dave helped the two cabinetmakers install the cupboards and haul in the new under-bench cabinetry and place the drawers and attach the doors but he kept away as they fitted the bench tops because the contract with them stipulated the benches had to fit perfectly.

They did.

Eden had gone out and the two guys went off for lunch. Dave used that time to do some rough sketches of how he'd like Eden to pose and finally decided he'd like her standing, with one knee bent, legs apart so the outline of her shaved vulva was showing. She would be putting on her bra, with the far arm through and that cup largely over that tit and her free hand reaching for the bra end dangling between her tits.

Late afternoon after the guys had gone and the kitchen appliances had been delivered ready for installation on Monday, Louis arrived home, inspected the progress in the kitchen and was delighted. He was soaking in the bath with a whisky when Eden kissed Dave and said everything was great.

"I had lunch with Emma and she told me everything about last night and said you were so smooth with her parents. They are quite old for parents because Emma has an older brother and sister. Years after their births along came Emma when her mom was thirty-seven and that was twenty-nine years ago."

"I could see they were older and acted older than my parents," Dave said. "Look take off your top and undo your bra."

Eden did that fearlessly, not even looking toward the door leading to the bedrooms.

"Right stand with your feet apart... a bit more. Good. Now bend that right leg forward... too much... that's it."

Dave hooked the bra off her left shoulder and placed her right arm in the position he wanted.

"Oooh this is the position you wish me to pose. I thought you wanted a mouthful of breast," Eden said coquettishly.

Dave smiled, flicked a forefinger under her chin playfully and then arranged the bra to dangle and placed her left hand on the end and stood back and said, "Something is wrong"

"Yes," giggled. "If I were putting on my bra I would reach across with my right hand and hold out my left hand for the shoulder strap."

"Ah yes. Thanks."

Louie shouted from the bathroom for coffee and Eden put her bra back on and went to take it in.

"Eden," Dave said anxiously, handing her top to her. "Put it on"

She laughed and said he was so conservative. "If Louis asked me why I was exhibiting my breasts I would have told him and he would have believed me, because Louis is trained to believe everything I say."

When she returned Dave showed her the rough sketch he'd drawn earlier and said he needed to adjust the arms.

"Oooh I like this concept. Um my cunt, could you not make that more prominent?"

"You can have it rendered however you wish but really it should look natural."

"Then what say I agitate it with my fingers to swell the lips? That would look natural."

The red-faced Dave said well she could try that.

"Dave your fingers and thicker than mine..."

"No way Eden, no way."

She laughed merrily. She was such a tease and enjoyed provoking him but Dave wasn't sure in this instance had she been teasing.

They continued talking and when Louis came into the kitchen and poured them all a glass of wine Eden said, "Louis you know I have spoken to you about having a nude sketch done of me."

"Yes well why don't you get Dave to do it. He can draw."

"I have done a rough sketch and showed it to Eden a few minutes ago. It's very rough and the body could be any women's body and..."

"Then show it to me."

Dave pulled out the sketch from the folder and handed it over.

"Ah yes I can see this body outline is not Eden. I like this pose because it's more interesting than a straight nude. Um the pussy, I'd like to see that depicted larger."

"Then darling if you want a bigger pussy drawn you'll have it, won't he Dave?"

"I'll draw to please guys," Dave said expansively. 

Louis smiled and said he'd trust Dave to be alone with his nude wife all day. "Eden tells me you are about to get into Emma."

Eden shrieked, "God Louis, don't be so gross."

Dave drove off after calling Emma he was on his way. He resolved never to attempt to lay a finger on Eden because it was likely he'd remain friends with her and Louis and he'd prefer to have a woman in his life who appeared untouchable.

Emma was waiting for him on the sidewalk outside her parent's home. She jumped into the pickup, placed her overnight bag at her feet and leaned over and kissed Dave and said she'd been thinking of his soft moustache. 

"What the feeling of it between your thighs."

"Er yes," she choked and they laughed a little self-consciously.

As soon as they entered Dave's house he said, "Let's get our clothes off and do it in case one of us backs off."

"Right in the kitchen. There's been a triangle of Eden, you and me around a kitchen and Eden and I refer to you as the Kitchen Man."

"All right there are benches and a table and oh, a chopping block."

They laughed as he led her into the kitchen and Emma's mouth fell open.

"Omigod Dave, this kitchen is a housewife's dream."

"Only to women who preside in their kitchen," he said seriously. "I meet women who dislike being in a kitchen and they can't wait to tell me."

"But that's not me," Emma said softly. "At our house the kitchen is my favorite room and having breakfast in it with mom and dad each morning is my favorite time of the day. God I adore this room."

"Then come and life here permanently and preside in it."

"Dave..." Emma said weakly.

"There were a laundry and toilet at that end that's now the breakfast area with big windows that face the rising sun. I removed the ceiling and installed that three-quarter inch Brazilian cherry ceiling planking to follow the roofline and stained the rafters black. Most of the lighting is conceal lighting to give a soft appearance and there's a reading lamp at the recipe desk and the flooring is cork tiling to deaden sound and all the appliances are from Sweden."

"It looks so serene and integrated so harmoniously. You have done a wonderful job Dave and even the table and chairs look as they belong where they are."

"Thanks, generous and genuine praise never goes amiss."

She smiled and said, "Now let's undress and where would you like me?"

"Over there on the recipe table. I design it for kitchen seduction. There is no overhead cupboard and you'll see the uneven rear wall incorporates a vinyl backrest and then an adjustable panel to serve as a head rest and the table top is thick, soft vinyl and on the sides of the recess are two handgrips in case the action gets rather heated."

Emma said admiringly, "And I guess the table top is easily to wipe clean?"

"Yes in the interest of good kitchen hygiene."

She then said a little sarcastically, "And you have foot rests on the floor to afford the guy greater leverage?"

"No, I hadn't thought of that," Dave said, obviously impressed. "This custom-built station has so far not been used for it s secondary purpose for having sex."

Emma smiled and bent to remove her panties. "Oh I can't wait to be first on the rack."

"Er," said Dave making Emma's eyes pop as she saw what he was holding, "Would you prefer to go to my bedroom for conventional sex?"

"No this is great. I await the invitation to sit on the virginal altar."

Dave lifted Emma with ease and she giggled as he pulled out two sliders that she found were foot rests. He then operated two electric buttons and the headrest pushed out from the wall and also offered neck support.

"Oooh this is so comfortable. I could stay here for hours..."

Emma bit her lip but too late. Dave was already drooling at the thought of fucking her for hours.

He bent and licked over her trimmed pussy and she gasped and shuddered into release.

"Okay?" he asked considerately.

She sighed and nodded and appeared unembarrassed.

"I'm a multiple-orgasm woman and have never yet discovered my limit."

Dave's eyes glazed and his dick appeared to swell.

"Here we go," he leered, aiming at the center of Emma's core and the head of his dick disappeared into it like a train entering a tunnel.

"Oooh," sighed Emma. "We sure are spectacularly compatible Mr Kitchen Man."



THE END



The Kitchen Table



I loved it when my wife had her days off. I worked at home so it was good to spend time together. I could always tell when she had a date. Once we'd gotten out of bed she was full of energy, eating her breakfast quickly and keen for us to walk the dog, whatever the weather. I don't know whether she could tell that I knew; she gave no indication. But she strode out with the dog eager to return home to coffee, biscuits and the internet. 

I relished the days that she wasn't working and we could walk the dog together. On these walks we'd talked of every topic imaginable over the years, and argued almost never. Sex had become a very common subject recently, especially since our children were pretty much sorted and we had the house to ourselves. We'd begun to explore a lot more in recent years; not an uncommon occurrence for couples our age who were rediscovering each other after years of childrearing. On these walks we had bared our souls to each other; confessing long harboured fantasies and desires. The walks seemed to make things easier for us to say, allowed us to test the waters first.

On this particular day it was cold and sunny, with a touch of frost first thing. The trees had mostly shed their leaves and the cows we negotiated on our walks would soon be wintering in the large shippons close to the farm. The dog did his own thing, as dogs are wont to do, following invisible trails along the verges and hedgerows. We walked quickly; hats, gloves and thick fleece jackets helping to keep out the chill autumnal air. She took my hand more often than usual and turned even the most innocent of my remarks into sexual innuendo. She suggested that we might have some fun that evening playing one of our favourite 'Dress up' games and I don't doubt that we were both thinking of the sexual possibilities as we walked most of the way back home in a companionable silence.

Back home she quickly unlaced her boots and gave the dog's paws a cursory wipe before making the coffee. Her eyes were sparkling and she was humming tunelessly under her breath all the while. Everything was ready. Mugs set out and coffee brewing in the cafetiere. She hesitated, frowning slightly; I knew she was debating whether to switch on her laptop or wait a while. Maybe she thought we ought to enjoy our coffee together, sociably. I was tempted to prolong her agony, but brought my own laptop into the kitchen and switched it on. Immediately, her face brightened, she switched hers on also, plugging hers and mine into neighbouring sockets, as we sat at the kitchen table, side by side, with our laptops. Mine was faster to start up and she drummed her fingers impatiently.

It wasn't long before I could see a bar flash orange at the bottom of her screen and she switched her instant messenger to 'appear offline', not wanting to be disturbed. I watched her for a moment, she was transfixed by the screen, smiling at whatever her friend was saying. She soon developed a rhythm, alternatively typing and then smiling as she read the responses. Her expression was calm, her worry lines smoothed, as she relaxed. Occasionally she laughed softly and wound her long hair around her fingers as she thought of a suitable retort. Usually I would stay sat next to her, sneaking glances at her reddening face, and when the blush spread further, onto her chest, and her typing became more staccato and she swore as she made increasingly more typos, I would discreetly leave her to it. 

Occasionally she dropped little remarks about her time online; who she's been 'playing' with; describing what beautiful lingerie her cross dressing friend had been wearing; a snippet from a hot roleplay that she'd taken part in that day. She usually knew just what to tell me when; making me ragingly horny, or tipping me over the edge when she wanted to watch me cum. Sometimes when I wandered back into the kitchen she would be watching a guy jerking off on his web cam, her face flushed and her hands typing furious dirty encouragement. She would look up at me, a fire in her eyes as she told me who she was watching. I loved that she made guys cum using only the power of her imagination and dirty vocabulary. I also knew she had a penchant for watching the effect she had on these horny guys.

Back to that particular morning and I didn't discreetly leave. I watched as her face became puzzled and her typing became hesitant. She fidgeted in her seat, then sat up, her back straight and turned to me with her face scarlet.

'He says I have to ask you if you're ready. What's going on?' she cleared her throat as her voice faded into huskiness. I smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her, her cheeks burning in embarrassment and confusion.

'It's ok sweetie. It's your turn to have some fun. With him,' I gestured towards her laptop. 'And me.' The screen shook as a 'nudge' was sent. Her eyes flicked back to the screen, biting her bottom lip.

'He says I have to read out what he's typing. So you can hear.' A slight catch still in her voice made my stomach lurch. 'What have you two been up to? When were you talking to him?' smiling now; her eyes sparkling as her mind raced to work out what was happening.

'Keep your eyes on the screen and your hands on the keyboard.' I tried to make it sound like an order, but it came out as a request. She smiled and shook her head; not as a refusal more as an "I don't know what to do with you" type gesture.

'He says you have to get under the table,' grinning broadly now, as she finally knew where this was going. I crawled under the table and knelt facing her. Her skirt hung over her knees; her feet barefoot, slippers abandoned. 

'Push my knees apart and admire me,' I heard her disembodied voice giggle as she relayed her friend's instructions. I placed a hand on each knee and gently coaxed them wider, watching her thighs stretch and then she lifted her feet to plant them much wider. Her voice faltered a little as she told me to use my fingers and caress her over her panties. Her friend's instructions had been explicit: 'Run your finger along the line from my clit to my sweet tight hole.' I heard both embarrassment and amusement in her voice.

I was already getting very aroused by the game and the delightful scent of her pussy. I hummed as I placed my face an inch from the cotton, head under her skirt and breathed happily.

I did as I was instructed and felt how warm and wet she was, even through her cotton panties. I ran my finger just inside the leg of her panties, stroking her inner thigh as I did so. She shifted in her seat and sighed softly, still typing. I slipped my finger in further, stroking her labia softly, running my finger down across her clit and her opening. I felt the moisture soak the cotton and leave my finger moist. She shifted, opening her thighs wider wanting my finger inside her. But it was not to be. I heard the disappointment in her voice as she instructed me to withdraw my finger from her panties. 

Then I saw her hands appear under the table and lift up her skirt and quickly remove her panties. My heartbeat quickened; we were getting down to business! She sat back up and I heard her typing once more. When it stopped she pulled her skirt back up and opened her thighs slightly, allowing me to gaze at the delicious sight of her beautiful pussy. Following her instructions once more, I pushed her legs wide apart and moved back up between her thighs. Inhaling deeply; I savoured the stronger, musky, tangy scent as I pressed my face into her soft fur. Softly I kissed her lips; and then using only the tip of my tongue, started to tease her petals apart. 

I heard her exhale loudly and she slid forward in the chair; making access easier. I wiggled my tongue tip in as I pressed my mouth to her; running my tongue up and down, parting her lips wider. I ran my tongue up and down inside her lips, around her clit, but not directly touching it and swirling around her hole. She was so wet by now and I lapped at her juices. Her skin was so slick and shifting that my tongue felt like it was moving everything around. 

'Suck on my clit,' her voice had a delicious edge of desperation to it and I did as instructed, loving the spasm that shook her as I did so. I remembered the time we'd been experimenting and I'd done this with a mouthful of ice cream: the noises she'd made then. My already hard cock lurched uncomfortably in my jeans at the memory of that night. 

As if sensing my discomfort she told me that if I wasn't already stroking I could do so. I imagined her friend was being amply entertained by whatever she was typing and was already stroking to her words of encouragement. I sucked harder on her clit as I opened my fly. I struggled to get past my boxers but finally freed my cock. The teeth of my zipper scraped the shaft but I did not care. I did not want to stop long enough to free myself properly. I started to stroke my cock. Not the most comfortable of positions I'd ever been in, but one of the hottest. 

As my teeth gently grazed her, she shifted upwards slightly, encouraging my mouth and tongue a little further south. I resisted the impulse to slide my tongue inside her though, not having been told to do so and wanting to tease her, to make her wait. In contrast to my previous enthusiastic sucking, I licked her clit very gently with my tongue, drawing it out. I felt it emerge fully from its hood, hard. She was moaning audibly now, making me stroke faster. 

My grip was familiar, firm on the shaft and stroking up and over the sensitive ridge of my cock's head. I could feel how rigid I was, how excited I was and quickly my fingers were slick with my precum. A delicious ache began in my balls, the need to cum.

'Fuck me with your tongue, now!' she almost shouted the command, so worked up was she. I loved hearing her demand exactly what she wanted from me. She was usually the more dominant one in our sexual activities but rarely stated quite so baldly what she wanted. My cock got even stiffer and leaked even more as I heard her voice say those words. 

I ran my mouth down over her and paused just over her opening. I was tempted to just bury my head in between her thighs and fuck her senseless immediately, but I didn't want her to cum just yet. So I stuck out my tongue and pressed the tip of it only in her, probing softly as she tried to push herself forward, to impale herself on my tongue. I stopped stroking my cock so that I could hold her still, holding her thighs with my hands.

I pushed her thighs apart some more and pressed my tongue harder, sliding slowly into her: burying my tongue deep in her. Swirling and thrusting, my tongue rippling inside her hot pussy. She always tastes so fucking good, I began to suck greedily at her juices while my tongue fucked her fast and deep. I could feel the strength in her internal muscles rippling and gripping my tongue as it lashed at her. I felt her hand grab hold of my hair and try to pull my head further towards her. She ground herself against my face, coating my cheeks with her tangy juices, bashing my nose into her. She was getting wilder now as my tongue thrust ever deep into her, and I sucked hard, using my mouth, my tongue, drinking every drop. I had to start stroking my cock again: I was rock solid.

I didn't know whether she was still typing by now; I was lost in between her thighs. My head was pinned in her iron grip and I was trying to breathe as my nose was mashed against her clit as and my mouth was buried deep in her. I was getting close; grinding my hand against the base of my cock, waiting for the signs from her before letting myself go. Then, just as I was beginning to feel light headed and wondering if I was going to pass out, she gripped my head with even more force, went rigid and cried out. I felt her ripple and shudder inside; her pussy walls gripping me, her legs thrashing as her orgasm quaked through her. I bashed my head on the table when her thighs suddenly released me and I came with such force that I spurted over her leg. 

I knelt there under the table, watching my cum trickle down my wife's leg, and waiting for my heartbeat and breathing to return to normal. I caressed her leg softly, looking up the length of it to her swollen wet pussy; the source of so much pleasure for us both. I heard her type again and then she slid down off her chair and sat with me under the table. Her face was totally lit up as she passed me a paper napkin and I cleaned up she snuggled up to me.

'Thank you sweetie. That was wonderful. You were both very naughty. Talking to each other behind my back.' she kissed me then, sliding her tongue in to taste her flavours still in my mouth. 'But I'm extremely glad that you did.' I was hoping that now maybe now she'd feel comfortable with cumming when she played with her friends online; I knew she'd wanted to for some time but that she hadn't felt quite right about it. I was glad that I'd been able to be part of her losing her 'online virginity.' And if I could help in a similar fashion again -- well she deserved it.



The Kitchen Table



If you came here hoping to stroke, please move along. There's nothing to see here, folks. It's just a story.

*****

Up and down these past few days. Up and down. It's always difficult trying to find the right house, a house in which you can feel at home. Especially when you are in another country, and a country that is so near geographically and yet so far away. An emerald isle across an emerald sea - even if the sea in question is more often a leaden grey colour. 

So many promises; so many disappointments. One minute you're up. Up, up, and almost away. The next you are down. As your countrymen might say, it's an up and down world to be sure, to be sure, Seamus.

It puts one in the mind the Grand Old Duke of York. He of the ten thousand men. Marching them up to the top of the hill, and marching them down again. Before your time, of course, Seamus. Before my time, too, for that matter.

And when they were only halfway up, 

They were neither up nor down.

Stairs, Seamus. This stately pile is not short of stairs, is it? The grand staircase in the centre and two more besides. A few too many stairs perhaps? O, great for making an entrance. Descending from above, like a fierce angel, to the astonishment and admiration of the elegantly-attired guests gathered in the hall below. But what about the servants? Up and down, up and down, with trays of breakfast and pails of bathwater. Daily with the bacon, and the eggs, and the griddled kidneys, and the slices of hot buttered toast, and the pots of Irish breakfast tea. Weekly with the pails of bathwater. Perhaps a little less frequently during the winter months.

To be fair to the agent, he did say that the plumbing might benefit from being updated. 'A few new pipes and taps and other bits and pieces. Perhaps a new bathroom suite or two.' Pension off the pails. Take a load off Annie. Or was it Fanny? We should have asked Robbie and Levon when we had the chance, Seamus.

Now that I come to think about it, you might make a fine estate agent yourself. Talking up the benefits, pointing out the period features. Glossing over the rising damp and the dry rot. 'Nothing that a good man and his boy couldn't put right in a day or three, sir.' Arf, arf. Wagging your tail with bright-eyed enthusiasm. Slobbering over the black letter agreements for sale and purchase. Earning you a generous commission. You should think about it, Seamus. You should consider it. It could be a great opportunity.

From beyond the open door, the sound of black rubber tyres crunching on the loose red gravel. Eleven-thirty. On the dot. Well, more or less. And I do like a woman who comes when she promises to come. 

Seamus looking to me for a clue. Friend or foe? Friend, Seamus. Most of the time anyway. Odd moments of misunderstanding of course. Differences of opinion. But debate can be healthy - even within the bounds of the matrimonial relationship.

Amanda now standing beside the open car door, poised as if for a quick getaway, scanning the broad full-frontal aspect of McCartney Hall, her mouth slightly open as though she is about to say something. And then she does: 'Geez, Gerald! God almighty! What were you thinking? You dragged me all the way out here for this?'

'Welcome, my love. Welcome to McCartney Hall. Does it not possess one of the finest facades you have ever had the honour to behold?'

'It's ... it's ... a goddamned monstrosity.'

'Monster monster. Of generous proportions? Yes. Granted. But very realistically priced. A snip, one might say. On a per square basis, probably the most cost-effective country residence within 50 clicks of downtown Dublin. On a good day with a fair breeze you could be swanning it at Temple Bar within the hour.'

'It looks like something out of a bad horror movie. And what's that black beast doing there?'

'Black beast? Oh, Seamus. He seems to have adopted me.'

Amanda harrumphing. 'Seamus? How do you know his name's Seamus?'

'Members of the Canis lupus familiaris family and I seem to enjoy a certain rapport. Or perhaps it was just a lucky guess? Anyway, come and have a look inside.'

'I don't like the way he's looking at me.'

'Nothing to worry about. Just doing his duty.'

'He looks dangerous.'

'Just protecting me from unruly intruders with evil intention in their hearts, my love. Not that you are an unruly intruder of course. But he'll be worth his weight in gold when the cook or the under footman starts eyeing up the family silver.'

Amanda mounting the steps, cautiously approaching the great panelled door, giving Seamus a wide berth. I do hope that she can see past the fallen leaves and the peeling wallpaper and the flaking paint. Purely matters of a cosmetic nature. The structure is basically sound. Basically. In its day, this would have been a very fine house. A very fine house indeed. In its day. And it will be again. Mark my words, Seamus.

'God, Gerald, this place is filthy.'

'I do concede that it would look better with a bit of a tidy up. We'll have to get a woman in. With a dust pan and brush. But tell me, Amanda, wouldn't this be a grand spot on which to greet your guests? Here at the top of these fine steps. A white-gloved butler standing by. An eager footman ready to take their Louis Vuitton travelling trunks up to their rooms in the west wing.'

Amanda snorting, frowning, tentatively stepping into the great marble-floored hall. And then a sudden look of alarm. 'What's that rustling? Don't tell me that there are rats. There are, aren't there?'

'No, no. No rats, no bats, no Micky mice. No Proddy mice either, for that matter. No, the property is guaranteed 100 percent rodent free. I have Seamus's word on the matter.'

A low confirmatory growl from Seamus. A slit-eyed look of disbelief from Amanda.

'I expect that what you can hear, my love, is just the soft rustle of leaves gently brushing the windowpanes. The soil hereabouts enjoys a remarkable fecundity. Legendary it is. Just look at the green, green grass of the fields over yonder. Consequently, the garden would probably benefit from a little trim, a little tidy up around the edges. Nothing that a good man and a boy couldn't complete in a day or three. Or so I am reliably informed.'

'And what's that smell?'

'That smell?' Yes. Now that Amanda points it out, I have to admit that there is a faint whiff in the air. 'I expect what you can smell is history, my love.'

'History?'

'Yes. History. The unmistakable essence of 200 years of human habitation. The very antithesis of freshly-sawn timber and wet plaster and the harsh aroma of modern plasticised decorative coatings.'

'Smells like something has died.'

'Umm ... well, yes, that too is a possibility. Two hundred years is quite a long time. There must have been a McCartney or two who passed on. Popped their clogs. Cashed in their chips. Went for a Burton. Toddled off to audition for the choir invisible.' 

Please don't be difficult, Amanda. And please stop focussing on the negatives. Yes, there are a few things that need attention. That's what you get with a house that was built almost 200 years before you were. But that doesn't make it a bad house. Why can't you just focus on the exquisite proportions, the impeccable Georgian sensibility, the grandeur, the heritage, the dead rat in the corner? No, on second thoughts, do not focus on the dead rat in the corner. And, if it does happen to catch your eye, please note that it is not alive. It is dead. Very dead. And probably has been for quite some time. Even Seamus is showing no interest in it.

'Come and look at the library, my dear. I can just picture you and me in here after a good dinner. A fire in the grate; a snifter in one hand; a good book in the other. Perhaps a little chamber music playing in the background.'

Amanda, still with a slight frown, looking about the many-shelved room. 'It's very dark. Very ... gloomy.'

'Ah. Yes. Well that's because the shutters are shuttered. Protection against the late afternoon sun. Can't be too careful at these latitudes. Wouldn't want our collection of fine books getting sunburned, would we?'

'Collection of fine books! A couple of dozen smutty paperbacks ...' Amanda counting out on her elegant fingers: 'Lady Chatterley, Lolita, Quiet Days in Clichy, Tropic of Cancer, The Ginger Man, etcetera, etcetera. Need I say more? Oh, and a pile of aging and well-thumbed top-shelf magazines with some of their pages glued together with what I am sure is not wallpaper paste.'

'All classics, my dear. All classics. In this Internet age, even top shelf magazines from the '60s and '70s have a value far beyond anything imagined in the '60s and '70s. And I'm sure that, in the right environment, our collection will grow and flourish. Also, you are forgetting my leather-bound limited edition copy of James Joyce's Ulysses. Literature of the first order.'

'Of which you have only ever read the dirty bit at the end.'

'Different people approach the great works in different ways, Amanda. Sometimes it's important to know how things pan out - in order to fully appreciate the build-up, the character development, the slow unfurling of the plot. But, all said, a fine room, would you not say?'

'It has possibilities.'

Sale, Seamus! Crank up the cash register. Kerrching! Amanda is smiling. Well, at least she has stopped frowning. And that's something for which we should be thankful.

'And in here, right next to the library, the dining room. Spacious. Stately. Admittedly also in need of a little paint and paper. Perhaps another day's work for a good man and his boy. O, with all the employment opportunities we shall be creating, the local tradespeople will be building a statue to us in front of the post office. And when you bestow your patronage upon the local provedores, they will address you as Lady Amanda. "Yes, Milady. No, Milady. So nice to see you Milady. A soft day to be sure, Milady." And a fresh-faced lad will be detailed to carry your parcels out to your motor - which, in all probability, the locals will have washed and polished while you have been tending to your shopping.'

'Oh, for goodness sake, Gerald!' Amanda continuing her tour. 'And is this the sitting room?'

'It is.'

Amanda standing in the doorway, sniffing slightly. Probably noticing the damp patch in the far corner. Difficult not to notice. Wallpaper coming away from wall in elegant curls.

'And what's upstairs?'

'Upstairs? But of course. Bedrooms, bedrooms, and more bedrooms - including a master bedroom fit for a duchess. But first, tell me, Amanda, is this not a magnificent staircase?'

'Why is that dog coming with us?'

'He lives here - in a manner of speaking. Also, I think he particularly enjoys the view from the landing - out across the fields to the ancient wood beyond. And once you see it, I'm sure that you will understand why. Nevertheless, to return to my original observation: is this not perhaps the most handsome staircase you have ever ascended? Imagine, of an early evening, descending to join your guests. A footman waiting just beyond the lowest step with a perfectly-made G and T, served in a Waterford cut-crystal glass, and proffered on a perfectly-polished tray of finest hallmarked silver.'

'You're mad. Stark raving mad.'

'Just looking through the thin veneer of shabbiness and neglect to the brighter layer of possibilities that lies beneath. Had the housekeeper been a little more diligent, I'm sure that her diligence would have been reflected in the asking price. Still ... that said, we must make enquiries as to whom the housekeeper was and make a mental note not to re-employ her. There! Now is that not as fine a view as you are likely to see anywhere in the county?'

Amanda, turning to look out of the tall windows and across the driveway and the fields beyond and on to the ancient wood beyond the fields, and acknowledging the perfect prospect with a not-ungraceful nod.

'Now you can see why Seamus was so keen to come upstairs with us.'

'He's a dog, Gerald. A dog. Can dogs even see that far?'

'He is a dog, yes. But a dog with the eye of John Constable.'

A stifled bark from Seamus. Actually, more of a contemptuous grunt than a bark.

'What? Oh, yes. Sorry. No offence intended. The eye of George Mullins, perhaps. Or James Arthur O'Connor.'

'What?'

'James Arthur O'Connor.'

'What are you going on about?'

'I think that Seamus may have been slightly offended that I associated him with an English landscape painter when there have been so many fine Irish practitioners of the art.' Amanda not really attuned to the sensibilities of Canis lupus familiaris. More of a cat person. Felis catus. Blame it on the Internet. Bloody cats everywhere these days.

'And through here, my dear ... our very own love nest. Again, it would benefit from some fresh paper and paint. A mere day's work for a good man and his boy. And, of course, it needs a bed. Perhaps one of those beds with ornately-carved posts and a canopy. And at least a dozen pillows. But I am sure that you can see the possibilities. Just imagine waking up to this glorious view, and listening for the discreet tap on the door that announces the arrival of your breakfast.'

Further slit-eyed sceptical glances from Amanda - but at least she seems to appreciate the merits of the fine rural view. 'I assume there is a kitchen?' It must have been the mention of breakfast.

'A kitchen? Indeed. The very heart of every great home. Shall I have Seamus go on ahead and tell the pots and pans to stand by for an imminent inspection?'

Yet another slit-eyed glance from Amanda. But Seamus requiring no further instruction. Padding from the room. A sharp left turn, and along the short passageway, back to the top of the stairs. A faint rhythmical clicking of his blunt claws on the marble steps as he descends.

Taking Amanda gently by the arm, guiding her from the bedroom, avoiding investigation of the adjacent bathroom. No need to cause undue stress. Nothing that can't be sorted with a few bits and pieces - pipes, taps, a few choice examples of the ceramicist's art. Out onto the landing. A quick glance over the bannister to confirm that the deceased rat is hidden from Amanda's view. Pointing out original architectural features as we descend. Keeping her gaze well above the leaf-strewn floor as we turn towards the kitchen. Seamus waiting beside the large panelled door that leads to McCartney Hall's domestic offices.

Turning the large once-polished brass doorknob, pushing open the door, catching the first faint whiff of long-ago boiled cabbage. Quickly scanning the flagstone floor for unwanted evidence of deceased members of the rattus rattus family. Happily, the coast appears to be clear. 

'On your left, the butler's pantry. Of course, the choice of a suitable butler will be crucial. And, on your right, the chatelaine's, umm, retreat; keys, account books, and a lockable cabinet in which to store a selection of your favourite tipples for the difficult days. And then the door to the wine cellar. And the door down to the hanging locker - for the hanging of venison and other game, that is. Not for the hanging of recalcitrant members of the kitchen staff. Capital punishment is no longer permitted within the boundaries of the estate. And then ... ta da! ... the kitchen itself. The very heart of the home.'

Seamus leading the way. His nose held high. Sniffing. Walking the perimeter. Stopping every few paces to sniff and peer. O, please, I beseech thee, Seamus, do not find any livestock. Or even dead stock. I think, with a little tidying, and a fresh coat of paint, this could be the kitchen of which Amanda has always dreamed. The country kitchen to end all country kitchens. An Aga to end all Agas. A feature spread in Architectural Digest. And the sudden appearance of a rat, a bat, or even a dead cat, would spoil everything at this point. 

'Hey, you know what: this is really nice.'

Please, please, please, stop sniffing, Seamus. And stand by to crank up the cash register. Amanda is making buying signals. 'Yes, it is nice, isn't it? Nice and spacious. Nice and ... well, nice. Yes, nice and nice.'

'Is this table included?'

'I'm sure it can be. Or we could insist on it being removed. It would be entirely up to you, my dear.'

'No. I want it! It's perfect.' Amanda running her elegant fingers across the surface of the well-worn, well-scrubbed table which, considering the state of the rest of the house, is remarkably clean. 'No chairs. But still.'

Having patrolled the perimeters, Seamus now dropping to the floor, his front legs stretched out in front of him, his head resting on the upper part of his paws, eyebrows raised, his large brown eyes watching our every move. Thank you, Seamus. Thank you for not revealing any fly in the ointment, any rat in the corner, any bat in the belfry. I feel that we are back on the metaphorical way up. But mustn't get too excited. When we are only halfway up, we are neither up nor down.

What would make you really love this place, Amanda? Should I rush out and find some fuel to fire up the Aga? Pop in a loaf of yeasty bread to bake? Should I get a pot of coffee started? Should I put a call in to the local butcher and have him deliver a perfectly-aged sirloin of finest prime Hereford beef or a haunch of venison?

Or - and here's a much simpler idea - should I simply bend you over that stout table which you apparently covet, lower your drawers, and take you from behind. Board you across your shapely transom, as it were? What do you think?

'The dog.'

'The dog? You mean Seamus?'

'If you say so. Why is he watching me?'

'Mmm ... well, he is a watchdog, Amanda. Watching is what watchdogs do.'

'He makes me nervous.'

'Our bank manager makes me nervous. And your mother makes me nervous. But then, to some extent, I suppose that they too are just doing what they are programmed to do.'

'You do talk a lot of rubbish.'

Is now the moment to try the soft approach? A boyish smile? A casual brushing of her face with the backs of my fingers? 'But within the rubbish, more than an element of truth would you not say?'

Amanda not saying anything. But, in saying nothing, saying everything. Pausing at the cobweb-fringed window to peer out at the kitchen garden. Box hedges in need of a trim. Weeds invading the rosemary and sage. Mint running rampant. Perhaps another day's work for a good man and his boy. But a potential cornucopia on the doorstep, nevertheless. No more trips to Tesco. Five a day. And fresh is best. Feel my heart lifting at the very thought. Marching back up to the top of the hill. Amanda's skirt rising with my spirits.

'Gerald! What are you doing?'

'Just appreciating your pulchritudinous posterior, my love.'

'Hmmph.'

A few little kisses on the back of her neck. Generally does the trick. 

'Mmm.'

And then around the side. A little nibble of the earlobe. A breathy kiss or two in the shell-like. Even without being able to see her face, I know that Amanda will be smiling. Seamus sensing developments. Getting up from his recumbent position and trotting across the kitchen to take up a position guarding the door. Thank you, Seamus. You are indeed a fast learner. Or perhaps the table has been used before. In fact, yes, I am sure that it has been used before.

Steering Amanda by her beautiful buttocks back towards the loved and scrubbed table. Bend over, my love. Yes, just like that. Lifting her skirt; lowering her knickers; fingering her fecund valley.

'Oh, yes.'

Oh, yes, indeed, Amanda. Almost there. Not much longer now. Quickly releasing the quick-release belt. Click. Snap. Done. Unzipping the zip. And when they were down they were down. Down, down and away. But only the external covering. Only the product of my tailor's fine workmanship. The contents within, up, up, and well above the horizon. The slightly blue-tinged helmet-shaped head escaping from the stiffening pink fleshy confines and sniffing out the distinctive perfume of a smouldering pudendum. 




The Kitchen Table



A strange sigh from Seamus. 'Come on, you two,' he seems to be saying. 'I can't stand sentry for the whole day. I have things to do, people to see.' Fair enough, Seamus. But don't want to rush things too much. Savour the moment while there's a moment to savour - that's always been my policy.

Entering into Amanda's slippery smoothness. By good fortune, her red high-heeled shoes and this sturdy scrubbed pine kitchen table combining perfectly. Everything at just the right height and just the right angle. Parting her luscious lips with my thumb and forefinger. Sliding slowly into heaven. And then, flesh on flesh, my balls snuggled up against her soft fuzziness, pausing. Savouring the moment. O, yes. Even on this umpteenth occasion, not a moment to be taken lightly. Pause and enjoy. And then down to work.

And when he was in he was in. And when he was out he was out. And when he was only halfway in ...

'Don't stop! Don't tease!'

'Tease? Who moi? Perhaps you are confusing me with the gardener, my love. Or the postman. Does the postman deliver? A special delivery for Lady Amanda. An important package. The gentleman paid extra and asked me to deliver it personally, Milady. He said that I should deliver it right to your cunt, Milady. So if you could just bend over and lift your skirt so that I can confirm your identity. O, yes. There's no mistaking that lovely cunt, is there? Once seen, never forgotten. Plump, furry outer lips; slippery pink lips within. And a hot slot waiting to receive my special parcel. Ready yourself, Milady, steady yourself, and in we go.' And in and in and in again.

'Oh, fuck, yes!'

Oh, fuck, yes, indeed, Amanda. I think that if ever a table was made for fucking, this might be it. Forget all those country kitchen photographs of scrubbed pine tables with bounteous bowls of seasonal fruits, or braces of pheasants or partridges. Give me a table with a randy naked-arsed woman any day.

And speaking of naked arses, I wonder if this might be one of those occasions on which my rampant plunging cock might slip out and 'accidentally' find your sweet puckered rosebud, this same sweet rosebud that I am now massaging with my thumb. What do you think, Amanda? Eh? It does seem to be relaxing nicely. Maybe help it along with a smear of your wonderful, slippery cunt juice?

'Oh, fuck, yes!'

Fuck yes? I shall take that as a yes then. Ready yourself, steady yourself. And ... oops! Oh well, perhaps just a gentle push, just an inch or so. And maybe just a little more.

'Oh, fuck, yes! You dirty fucker.'

And afterwards, Amanda sitting on the edge of the table, her skirt still hoisted, her knickers still down around one elegant ankle, a small damp patch forming on the table. 'A very good table.'

'An excellent table, my love. And an excellent kitchen. I can picture it in Architectural Digest already.'

'It has possibilities.' And then, after a moment or two: 'Do we know if the Aga is in working order?'

'I would imagine so. But I will arrange for an expert to come and inspect it. An Aga-ologist. Just to be sure.'

'We should start making a list.'

Did you hear that, Seamus? We should start making a list. A list of things that a good man and a boy might do in a day. A buying signal if ever I heard one, Seamus. The beginnings of a great big yes.

O, when we are up we are up, Seamus. When we are up we are most definitely up.



The Kitchen Window



Movement in the kitchen catches my eye as I pass the window on my way to the front door. I stop and turn to peer inside and there they are my beautiful wife Amy and her ex-boyfriend Rich. Amy is naked, kneeling in front of Rich, her perfect nipples erect in full excitement. Rich is leaning against the edge of our kitchen table, he is shirtless, and his khaki shorts are bunched up around his ankles. Amy's right hand is between his legs, rolling his testicles between her fingers while she traces the underside of his long shaft from base to head with her tongue. Her left hand slides up his right leg and around to his ass, pulling him closer. Tilting her head slightly to the left, Amy wraps her full lips around the head of his thick cock and draws him inside her mouth.

An intoxicating mix of excitement and jealously flood through me. I've fantasized about this moment for a very long time, but never really dared believe it would happen and not in my wildest dreams did I think I would have the chance to actually see it with my own eyes! Over the years I had often told Amy of my fantasy of her being with another man. A deep seeded desire to provide her with that most fleeting of experiences. The excitement and raw heat of being with a new lover. Like being on a roller coaster for the first time, there is the thrill of the unknown. Not knowing where his hands will touch her next, or what he will feel like to her touch and inside of her. 

My strongest desire is to pleasure Amy completely and in every way possible has led to this moment. Our discussions of this fantasy of mine had never really led anywhere. While at times, I think the idea had some appeal to Amy, she said she just didn't think she could ever relax and be comfortable with a stranger. Then one day she received a call from Rich. He had split with his wife and just needed a friend to talk to. They had dated for a few years back in college, but it wasn't meant to be. While they had both moved on, they had also found themselves back in each others arms a time or two after their split. They had remained casual friends and we had run into him a time or two when we were first dating. Overall, Rich was a good guy.

Rich had continued to call Amy once a week or so, and slowly an idea came to me. I asked Amy if she thought she would be comfortable enough with Rich to explore the idea of living out my fantasy. She was not overly excited about the idea, but did agree that there was a comfort level there and the idea of being with him might possibly excite her a little. We agreed that if a chance ever presented itself that we'd keep an open mind about it. That was pretty much it for several months until out of the blue he was back in our area one weekend and asked what we were doing? Amy and I talked and came up with the idea of inviting him down to the house. We'd have some drinks and talk and enjoy ourselves and if Amy was comfortable and wanted to see if something might happen, she would tell me and I'd fake a reason to leave them alone for one hour.

It had been a fun evening! The cocktails had flowed as Amy and Rich talked and talked about the past. As the number of drinks we'd consumed went up, the stories had gotten more and more amusing and we all had laughed and laughed all evening long. Finally, while Rich was up mixing some drinks I leaned in and asked Amy what she thought? Would she like for me to give them some privacy? She was obviously nervous about the idea, but I could tell she was excited at the possibility as well. Finally she nodded and said she'd possibly like to see what might happen without me there. It wasn't difficult, we faked a phone call and I headed out to take care of a "work emergency". In reality I had went to my office and worked on paperwork. We had agreed that I'd be gone for an hour, and it was one of the longest hours of my life! After many false starts I had managed to get somewhat focused on some paperwork until finally it had been a little over an hour and I headed home. I was so excited and curious to find out what happened! My imagination had been working overtime, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be treated to the sight I was seeing through the kitchen window.

Amy was now completely into what she was doing. Stroking him with her right hand while she slid her mouth up and down his hard penis. Rich was now gazing down, watching Amy pleasuring him. His low moans encouraging her to continue. She randomly increased and slowed her pace, slowly twisting her head right and left as she bobbed up and down. Knowing full well the incredible sensations he was feeling, my own penis was springing to life, rapidly hardening and straining against the confines of my jeans. I had fantasize so many times about what it would be like to see Amy giving another man a blow-job and finally experiencing the reality was almost more than I could take.

Amy now removed Rich's cock from her mouth and slowly stroked him with her right hand while her left hand tugged and squeezed his balls. Finally, looking up into his eyes, Amy releases her grip on his manhood and rises to meet him in a passionate kiss. His hand quickly disappears between Amy's legs, causing her to moan huskily. Without breaking their kiss, Rich maneuvers Amy backwards, until she is pressed against the kitchen wall. His right hand is feverishly stroking her wetness and his left hand is on her ass, his fingers pressing into her flesh. Their kiss breaks and his lips make their way along her jaw and down to her neck as she tilts her head back in accept ness.

Keeping her pressed against the wall, he lifts her right leg up and to the side and I am treated to a good view of her glistening sex, wet and fully aroused by his touch. He uses his right hand to guide himself to her opening. I am only ten feet away at the window and I can clearly see his cock slowly disappear inside her waiting pussy as he begins to roughly massage her breast with his right hand. Balancing on one leg, Amy moves her hips in time with Rich's thrusts. Their lips meet again as she wraps her right arm around his shoulder to help maintain her balance. 

They are soon in a rhythm, moving as one in time with their shared passion. Breaking their kiss, Amy leans her head back against the wall, her mouth is slightly open, and I can tell his thrusts are making her moan. Soon, Rich lowers Amy's leg to the ground and leans backwards, to give himself a better angle. I can no longer see him penetrating her, but I judging from the look on Amy's face, this new position is working wonders for her. Her head is now tilted off to the side and her eyes are closed tightly, as I can now faintly hear her moaning "oh yeah" through the closed window. She's obviously building towards a powerful orgasm. But, before she peaks, Rich slows his pace. Kissing her neck, he leans forward and back, slowly giving her as much of himself as he can. 

Soon he withdraws from her completely and guides her towards the table. Moving behind her, kissing her shoulders as he gently presses her forward until she is bent over, laying face down on the table. He then runs his tongue down her spine, over her lower back and finally down between her ass checks, before kneeling completely and burying his face between her wide-spread legs. Amy jumps slightly at this new sensation but is soon rocking back against his tongue. She is obviously ready for whatever he has to offer her, and before long he stands up and guides his erection into her from behind.

Methodically, Rich eases his length slowly into Amy's waiting womb until his pelvis presses against her round ass. Just as slowly, he pulls himself all the way back out, before pushing in her again. Ever so gradually, Rich increases his pace, in and out, in and out, pressing harder and harder against her in order to get every last in centimeter of himself into my beautiful wife. 

Before long he is thrusting faster and faster, harder and harder into her, there bodies slamming together lustfully and I can again hear Amy gutturally moaning each time he bangs into her. She is lying across the table, her face turned towards me, eyes tightly shut. She is gripping the edge of the table with her hands to steady herself and as her passion builds towards explosion, I can see her knuckles turning white as she clings to the table with all her might. Soon her moans begin to turn into grunting noises that increase in volume and intensity, until she practically screams, "oh god... I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming!"

Riches pace suddenly falters as he holds himself deep inside my wife, grunting loudly as his own orgasm explodes into her quivering body. 

Rich slumps over lying on Amy's back, facing away from me, holding her in post-coytal bliss. Amy shivers slightly as her mind and body calm themselves. Her eyes blink open and are quickly locked with my own eyes. I give her a wink and mouth the words, "I Love You" to her. She flashes a gorgeous smile back at me and then returns my silent statement of our love.



The Kitchen Window



I stepped out the back door of my apartment, quietly closing it behind me. The night was dark and moonless with low hanging, moisture-laden clouds scudding by and a light mist falling. Leaning against the wall, I lit a cigarette and took in the close and quiet nature of the night. Exhaling the thick grey cloud, I was fascinated by the sight of the smoke curling gracefully, intermingling with the mist only to disappear into darkness. Tonight nothing illuminated the small backyards of the single story apartments but dim reflected light from the clouds. Embraced by the intimate blanket of darkness, my thoughts returned to the erotic short story I had just read in a men's magazine. Visions of those sexual acts still danced through my mind's eye and my pants were tight in the crotch from the provocation. I found myself mindlessly rubbing the bulge in my pants and wishing that my girlfriend was with me. She had gone to the Los Angeles area to see her family for two weeks. It had been just over a week now and I felt the lonely absence of her intimate embrace. 

Suddenly, a flash came from the next door neighbors kitchen window as a light came on shaking me from my erotic musings. I heard water run for a moment and then the light was extinguished. Again, alone in the night with my thoughts. "Just who were the new people that had moved in two days ago?" I had not met them yet other than the friendly wave we gave one another as I left for work and they were moving in. I only knew they were a nice-looking young couple about my age and I vowed to welcome them when I had the time this coming weekend. 

With increasing curiosity and a budding excitement I found myself edging toward the window where the light had been. There were no fences to separate the backyards of the adjoining apartments except for the one that ran the length between our small complex and the neighbors to the rear on the next block. The fence long ago taken over with Passion flower, a prolific vine that covered it completely. It was so dark that I was afraid that I'd trip over something stored against the back wall, making a loud noise and being caught where I shouldn't have been. Slowly and carefully I inched my way to the window feeling my way along with one foot at a time. Dim light issued from the curtained window. 

A shiver of guilt and exhilaration coursed through my body as I covertly peered between the partly opened curtains. The young couple sprawled on a plush looking sofa, he with his feet on the low table in front of him and she sitting with her legs pulled up on the sofa. The flickering light from the television and a group of small candles next to them rendered a sense of surrealism to the sight before me. A very pleasant looking couple I thought, she with shoulder length blonde hair pulled into a ponytail and from what I could see a very nice body. The man was slender but with dark hair and a muscular body. As my eyes focused in the low light I could see that he was completely nude and she was in some type of skimpy sleep wear. Their apartment must have been nice and warm because outside it was damp and chilly. The woman was holding his tumescent cock in her hand, absentmindedly pulling on the shaft as they watched the screen. I had a clear view as the light from the television and the fluttering candles shown directly on them. 

"Oh my god," I thought, as I realized what I was doing. A rush of conscience shot through me as my eyes darted around in the darkness, expecting the sounds of sirens or voices of the police, "What the hell are you doing there you pervert!" But my sexual tension was so high from my latest stint of celibacy and the erotic article I had read that I couldn't tear myself away. Satisfied that I was alone and no one could see me, I fed my libidinous curiosity by returning to the erotic sight before me. Anxious and shaking, my breath became ragged and I knew the couple must be able to hear. My heartbeat quickened, I feared at any moment a voice would boom into my quiet, world catching me in the act of being a "peeping tom". Even so, I remained glued to the window, dying to see more and hoping that the show before me wasn't already over. 

As if she heard my silent plea, the woman, wearing what I could now see as a dark colored teddy barely covering her ample breasts and less of her ass, began to move down his chest with kisses. His cock languished on his stomach partially covered by her hand. She kissed the head, wetting it with her tongue and began to rub it sensuously against her lips and across her face. Stopping for a moment to admire his growing cock, turning it this way and that, then slowly sucked it into her mouth. Consuming it all down to his dark patch of hair, she pulled back stretching it out until it popped from her squeezing lips. Laughing, she began to stroke him again until I could see that he was responding to the stimulation. His cock had grown to the point she could no longer fit it all in her mouth. Yet, again she slowly plunged her mouth down over his erection and with a slow and deliberate cadence began giving him the pleasure I was so longing for. 

The man's head fell back against the cushions and he began to move his hips to the rhythmic motions of her head, the television losing its appeal. He grasped her ponytail and kept her close as her head bobbed between his legs. 

I watched for many long minutes, his shaft appearing and disappearing between those luscious well-practiced lips. Growing incredibly, his cock stood up and away from his body whenever she let go to change her position. The blonde was not able to take all of it into her mouth as she had in the beginning, though she was certainly trying. With his balls cupped in one hand she stroked and sucked at his cock with an increasing tempo. 

Sliding from the sofa she knelt between his spread legs. She was clean-shaven, her round ass and pussy lips protruding from beneath the scant material of the short teddy. The candlelight reflected off her glistening puffy lips signaling her sexual arousal. 

My cock had now grown uncomfortable, bound in my snug denim jeans. I unbuttoned the fly and released myself to the cool night air, stroking myself as I watched the couple before me in the throes of passion. Now, I was sure they would hear my pounding heart and labored breath if not otherwise engaged. "This is one of the most erotically electrifying things I have done in a long time." I thought to myself. The fear of being caught coupled with my own burning sexual desire was almost unbearable. Lightheaded and faint from the stimulation, my body prickling with fear, lust and anticipation. 

I found myself matching her rhythm and speed, seeing myself kneeling behind her, sliding my swollen cock into her wet, hungry pussy as she fucked him with her mouth. 

Fingering her wetness, she continued to suck and stroke his hard on, hidden from my view by her bobbing head. Two fingers disappeared inside that beautiful slit only to appear again to rub her swollen lips and erect clit. She pulled her mouth from his cock and continued to stroke him, occasionally licking the drops of dew urged from his excited, bloated cockhead. His legs grew rigid and he bent his head forward watching. She continued stroking him faster now, all the while her eyes fixed on his face. I knew his orgasm had begun, his face distorted with the agonizing pleasure of it. Great spurts shot out as she slowed the tempo, hypnotized by his flood of semen. In the grip of orgasm, head thrown back against the sofa, his body rigid and jerking. She pulled on him in a slow milking action and again took him into her mouth which only made his body buck more. His climax subsided, she licked and kissed the head of his cock, squeezing out the last of his volcanic flow with her adept fingers. 

As his spasms waned mine began. Orgasm rocked my body and I shot my pent-up load into the cold night air, imagining instead, that it was deep within her hot, wet pussy. When I again opened my eyes, he had picked her up in his arms, carrying her out of sight to the bedroom, his cock bouncing lewdly. 

I stole back to my apartment where later I masturbated again to the piquant scenes so fresh in my mind. I decided that I would get to know my new neighbors better, who knows what might come from a new friendship. Until then, there is always another night at their kitchen window.