Ever since Jason had invited her to semi-move in, Sylvia had been bouncing between being thrilled and being apprehensive. "Semi" move in meant that she had brought some clothes and personal belongings, but hadn't cleaned out her apartment or given her notice; the move was intended as something of an experiment, to see if their string of weekly dates could work as a longer-term relationship.
She was thrilled because she genuinely felt that she had fallen in love with Jason and that it wasn't "just the oxytocin talking" as he had so archly put it. She was apprehensive because, as he also archly put it, so far they hadn't really done much together except eat and fuck. In addition, although Sylvia had a fairly solid history of dating, she had never been in what could be called a relationship before, and wasn't totally sure how sharing not only a bed but also a home and a life with another person was going to work out.
Her first Monday was strange. Knowing that she would come home after work to Jason's condo, help prepare dinner with him, spend the evening together, and then go to bed without necessarily intending to have sex, gave her an unusual case of butterflies. She knew how to behave on a date, but she wasn't sure she knew how to behave as one half of a couple. Oh well, she thought. She was sure she'd be able to improvise.
She was lucky with traffic and got home well before Jason. As she let herself in to the empty condo, she remembered an old article, from the forties she thought, about how to greet your husband when he comes home from work. The article had been dead serious when it was first published, but now it circulated on the internet as a joke. The article contained advice like "Make sure your hair and makeup are perfect, and wear something nice to make him appreciate the woman he's coming home to," and "Have dinner on to fill the house with delicious aromas." The kicker was, "Greet him at the door with his pipe and slippers, or whatever else will make him feel like he's king in his own castle."
They had discussed having steak that evening, so she got it out of the fridge so the temperature could stabilize by the time they were ready to cook it, but that was as far as she cared to go in the direction of filling the house with delicious aromas. And she had her own ideas of how to greet him to make him feel like he was king in his own castle, and it wasn't pipe and slippers.
A bit before she figured Jason would have battled his way home through traffic, she went to the bedroom and peeled off all her clothes and left them neatly on the edge of the bed. Then she took up a kneeling position in front of the door, bum resting on her feet and knees parted to show off her neatly trimmed bush and the pussy lips that peeked out below it. She rested her hands palm upwards on her knees and waited in the archetypal submissive position.
She didn't have to wait long. As soon as she heard Jason's key in the lock, she firmed up her waiting-for-master position. As he opened the door, he stared wide-eyed at her as if he'd never seen a naked woman before. Indeed, he probably had never seen a naked woman waiting for him in that pose before.
As Jason stood in front of her staring in shock, she rose up on her knees, reached out, and undid his pants and pulled them down. Then she pulled his underwear down to expose a very limp and surprised penis. It didn't stay limp for long, though. She reached out and closed her hand around it and held his ball-sack with the other hand, and she felt Jason's cock immediately begin to rise in her palm. She kept her eyes locked on Jason's, and watched his initial look of shock turn into a wide smile.
She leaned forward, put out her tongue, and licked gently over the end of his penis, sliding the tip of her tongue up and down over his sensitive little cock-hole. Keeping her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft and over his scrotum, she leaned farther forward and took more of Jason's cock in her mouth, sliding her tongue along the under side and keeping her lips firmly wrapped around his shaft. Jason put his hands on either side of her head, not trying to force himself in faster than she cared to take him, but just steadying her while he enjoyed her expert blow job.
Gradually she moved further down on him until she was taking him right to the back of her mouth. Then she took a breath, held his hips tightly, lunged forward, and forced him all the way down her throat until his balls bounced gently against her chin. He closed his eyes and gasped with pleasure as he felt his cock enveloped by her warm, wet throat. She clenched her throat muscles to massage Jason's cock, and began pulling back for a breath and then plunging forward again, all the while keeping her eyes locked on Jason's face. Jason began thrusting as well, following the rhythm she set up.
After a few minutes, she heard his gasps deepen and felt his cock start to pulse, signalling an impeding ejaculation. She pulled back just as he erupted, letting her mouth fill with spurts of salty semen until he was finished. Then she pulled her mouth off his cock, swallowed, and used her tongue to clean up the end of his penis.
Jason stood in front of her kneeling body, his hands still on the sides of her head, and let his breathing slow down. He pulled up his pants, tucking his now-limp penis back in his underwear. Then he reached down and took Sylvia's hand to help her up off her knees. He guided her over to the couch and they both sat down heavily with a satisfied plop.
"Holy shit, Sylvia. That was certainly a hell of a way to be greeted at the door."
"I'm glad you liked it. I just wanted you to feel welcome in your own castle."
"Castle? What? Oh, yeah, that stupid article. You left out the pipe and slippers, but I really don't mind."
"It told me to 'wear something nice to make him appreciate the woman he's coming home to,' so that's what I wore."
Jason ran his eyes over her naked skin and fondled her breasts gently with his hands. "Yes, that's something nice. Very."
He sat for a minute as if turning something over in his mind, then finally spoke. "Listen, Syl, any time you want to greet me naked and blow me, that's just great. But I don't know about kneeling in front of the door in that pose. It's kind of too master-slave for my taste. I mean, I love that you're submissive in bed, and I love tying you up and fucking you, but I don't want a slave. I want a partner."
Sylvia leaned over and kissed Jason deeply, her naked breasts pressing against his shirt. "Oh Jason," she said when she came up for air. "You really are a sweetheart. I love you so much."
They cuddled for a few minutes, then Jason said, "How about you put some clothes on, and I'll take some clothes off, and we start on dinner?"
"Works for me."
**
They went to the bedroom and Sylvia put on a silky kimono-like robe that showed off the little bumps from her still-hard nipples. Jason took off his suit and hung it up, then put on a pair of comfy sweatpants and a tee shirt. They headed back to the kitchen where Sylvia poked holes in two potatoes and put them in the microwave to partially cook in preparation for finishing them in the air fryer. Then she worked on a salad while Jason fired up a gas grill built into the stove and put a rub on the steaks. Sylvia sang quietly to herself as they worked.
Part way through the meal, between bites, Sylvia asked, "Why is it that men always seem to end up grilling the meat while the women always end up making the vegetables?"
"I guess it's that men like to pretend that they went out in the forest, killed something and dragged it home and then threw it on the fire. Kind of a vestige of hunter-gatherer societies where men were the hunters and women were the gatherers."
