Dedicated to my one and only, my beloved Master who inspires so much in me in all ways.
After a pleasant dinner of hot, homemade soup and biscuits on a cold, winter night she rose from the table and took their bowls into the kitchen. As she came back to the table to take the soup pot he reached over and caressed her ass.
"Good dinner, baby. You've never made that soup before. Where did you find the recipe?" he smiled up at her as he rubbed her plump ass cheek.
"I found it on the internet. I felt like trying something new. Did you like the lentils?"
"Yes, that was good. I've never had lentil soup before. What was that green stuff?" he laughed.
"Red Swiss chard," she giggled as he gave her a funny look. "Well, the leaf is green but the stems and veins are red. The ingredients seemed kind of strange when I first read the recipe, but sounded good. I thought it came out well for a first try," she smiled down at him as he squeezed her cheek then softly slapped it.
"Well, it looked kind of strange when you lifted the lid and served it up. The bits of ham were a nice touch. It was really good. Thank you sweetie." He stood up and stretched. "I've got to review a report I'm writing for work. But I don't think I'll be too long." He kissed her cheek then made his way to his office. She sighed as she watched him go then turned to the kitchen to clean up the dishes and soup pot.
She went to the TV room but found nothing of interest on the tube. She let it drone on as she grabbed her book and snuggled into the couch to read. It was a historical novel, which she was very interested in, but after several pages, her mind wandered to him sitting in the other room, clicking away on his keyboard. She thought of his wonderful fingers, tapping away on the keys, wishing those fingers were caressing her body. As she tried to read her fingers absentmindedly stroked across her nipples through her tee shirt. She was braless and her nipples instantly rose to attention. She unconsciously squirmed a little, feeling a warmth grow between her thighs.
She sighed and set the book face down beside her and picked up the remote control to surf the channels again. Flipping through various shows she went from the weather channel to the home improvement channels to the cooking channels. She felt restless and nothing on the TV seemed to alleviate her distraction. She got up from the couch and stretched then went into the kitchen opening the refrigerator door. As the cold air spilled out across her she felt a tingle in her hard little nubs and she rubbed her palm across them. She kept a bag of Dove dark chocolate pieces in the bottom drawer and grabbed two, standing in the cold air she unwrapped one and popped it into her mouth. As it began to melt on her tongue she closed the refrigerator and went back to the TV room and slumped down onto the couch.
She sat and stared at the TV screen watching two chefs battling it out on some cooking contest and enjoyed the bittersweet taste of the dark chocolate envelope her taste buds. The sweet confection was so creamy and rich causing her to think of his cum filling her mouth. She smiled to herself, feeling naughty, feeling horny. She wanted him. They'd been so busy from work and so tired the last couple of days that at night they'd merely cuddled and kissed before falling asleep. But tonight she was hungry for more, yearning for his hot touch and sweet control over her body. She unwrapped the second chocolate and slid it into her mouth biting down hard into its silky, hard smoothness. Her hand wandered down to her crotch and she rubbed herself through her satin pajama pants. Not wearing panties she could feel the wetness had already begun to seep through the thin material and she couldn't help reaching inside her pants and rubbing her swelling clit with her fingertip. She thought of his cock in her mouth surrounded by the bittersweet chocolate and smiled.
Only thinking of her growing need for him she turned off the TV and strolled to his office pausing at the doorway to watch him for a moment. She liked watching him when he was unaware. He was bent slightly forward engrossed in his report. He was so sweet, handsome, her cuddly man. He was one to work hard, rarely distracted from his objection and although playing was never thought less of, when he was determined to work that is what came first. He liked getting it out of the way to enjoy himself without distraction later. She admired his dedicated concentration. But she really wanted him, needed him, and she was not at all distracted from her own goal.
