Thursday, July 12, 2012

COOKING IN THE KITCHEN... EXCEPT THAT ONE TIME

George stared at Lacy with a knowing look. “I thought you were going to work on that project?”

Lacy shot him a look. “I chose not to today.” Her voice was confident.

He admitted, “Well, you have been working on it a lot lately… well, except that one time.”

She smirked and walked over to the kitchen counter to start doing the dishes. George started to grab the drying towel to help but suddenly had a better idea…

George wrapped his strong arms around Lacy’s waist from behind, and pulled her close to him. Gently, he kissed the nape of her neck. Lacy tipped her head to the right side to give him access to the tender area of her neck; she leaned back into his warmth.

“I love you,” she said, “You always do the things I like best… except that one time.”

George snickered. “What time was that?”

“I don’t know, I just had to say it, to keep you on your toes!” Lacy could feel his hard body against her length, and as he held her, and kissed her neck in several spots, she began feeling something else hard against her bum. He pressed into her. She gasped in delight!

“Oh my God, George! Please!” She was almost begging.

“Let me in…” he softly commanded.

Lacy was wearing her white blouse with the low v-neck cut, and had nothing underneath her long brown skirt except bare skin. She lifted her foot as George held her tighter, causing her sparkly white sandal to slip off of her foot and fall to the kitchen tile floor. She kicked off the matching shoe, flinging it three feet away.

“Yesss…” Lacy replied, “You always like taking me when I least expect it…”

“Except that one time…” George responded smugly.

“Funny guy.” Lacy said as she reached behind her, grabbing his bum and pulling him closer against her now ready body.

George unbuckled and unzipped his pants, but kept them on. He turned her body to face the table, while keeping his position directly behind her. With his large hands he reached up onto her white blouse, between her shoulders, and pushed her forward slightly.

Lacy understood. She leaned forward, over the table, and lifted her skirt, now giving him full access to so much more than just her neck. She waited for him to enter her flower, which was swollen and ripe.

George took his time, rubbing her bum with his member and his hands, and making her writhe with excitement and expectation.

Finally, he took her, fast and hard, yet continued on for enough time that her blouse was no longer straight. Lacy didn’t care… she reveled in the excitement of the moment, forgetting time, or where she was. She hardly noticed her long hair sweeping back and forth across the top of the kitchen table. Her eyes were shut, and her breathing heavy, and her sighs were getting louder.

No words were spoken between them. Just their two bodies, salaciously in tune and rhythm with each other.

George caught himself grinning like a trigger on a loaded gun. “You are so hot!” He loved her voluptuous rear, her ample breasts. But his intention was to bring her to full ecstasy… and over the next while, he did just that.

“I love you… oh my gosh… wow!” her shaky voice trailed off, nearly exhausted.

“I love you too sweetheart… even that one time.” George smiled.

Lacy looked up at him and smiled back.

She liked that he did not say: “except that one time…”

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