Whenever Sarah made dinner, Tom liked to help out. They enjoyed being in the kitchen together. Like having sex, it was a sensory experience that enhanced their life, an everyday reverie that would sink to repetitive boredom without some playfulness and spontaneity. Sarah liked the actual mixing of the ingredients and touch of the various food textures. She liked the cooking phase that went from a slow simmering heat to a boiling overflow.
Tom liked the tools. He liked the selection and the preparation aspects. He liked discovering a new use for a cooking tool designed for a single purpose. Sometimes, he'd use the melon ball molder to make little mash potato balls or the potato peeler to make shave the butter. He filled a drawer in the kitchen with tools not usually associated with cooking. A metal shoehorn, screwdrivers and pliers, a pencil sharpener he liked to use on carrots, clothespins with adjustable tension that he had never actually used for food but rather on Sarah's sensuous nipples, paint brushes, suction cups, and little reels of copper and aluminum wire.
Making dinner was their chance to unwind and tell each other about their day. It gave them a time slot to purge all the outside distractions from their daily work pressures. Tom would usually get home first and he would open a bottle of wine or mix a martini for each of them in the few minutes before Sarah would come home. The sight of her was always the highlight of Tom's day. Whenever Sarah would walk through the door, dressed in her conservative skirt and blouse, Tom would smile to himself and guess what kind of panties she might have on.
She was a very attractive woman. She always had been and always would be. Her dark hair rested a few inches down her small shoulders. She loved the feel of silk on her skin. In the summer, she almost always wore silk blouses in soft colors with buttons up the front. She kept the buttons fastened all the way to the top at work until the moment she was home in the driveway. As soon as she turned the car off, she would unbutton her blouse for Tom. She liked to unfasten just one button past whatever lacy bra she was wearing that day.
When she came through the door, she liked to see Tom's eyes meet her smile and grow wider as they wandered down her blouse. She liked even more that first welcome home kiss. She looked forward to the variety of ways Tom would either slide his tongue across hers, suck her tongue into his lips, or let his fingers slide inside her blouse for a gentle welcome home caress of her nipple. She never knew which breast he would kiss first, but she knew he would kiss both.
Mostly they would make love before making it into the kitchen. They developed a simple unspoken code based on the unfastened buttons of Sarah's blouse. The front door opened into a small entranceway that led either left to the living room or right towards the master bedroom.
When Sarah was horny, an extra button would be open and she would step towards the bedroom after Tom's greeting kiss. Those evenings they would make love a few hours after she got home. When she was very horny, all her buttons would be open and she would follow Tom into the living room. Those evenings, they didn't spend much time cooking in the kitchen and ate much later in the evening.
Last night, Sarah came in the house with only her panties on.
She had started to undress as soon as she drove into the driveway. Only tonight she came into the house through the garage, she didn't want the neighbors seeing her in just her panties..........after all, it was Tom she wanted, not half the neighborhood.
Tom didn't see Sarah come into the house, because he kept watching the front door, but to his surprise, when he turned around, Sarah was standing there in just her silk panties. "Ohhhhh baby." he said, as he grabbed Sarah and pulled her naked body against his. She could feel that he was already hard, as the cock inside his pants pressed against her pussy. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Then she moved her hands down across his chest and started to unzip his pants. Tom said, "Oh no you don't, I have plans for you."
He lifted his sexy lover up and walked towards the counter. He gently put her down on the counter and started kissing her. Sarah whispered in Tom's ear, "Mmmmm baby, and what plans do you have for me?"
Tom didn't say anything at first. He just leaned forward and surrounded Sarah's nipple with his warm lips sucking it in.
"Mmmmm." Sarah moaned gently, as her hand dropped to her clit and she stroked it while Tom sucked. His tongue circled her nipple around and around until he opened his mouth wider and swallowed more of her breast into his hot mouth. Sarah felt his tight sucking pulling her nipple to the top of his mouth . The flat of his tongue pinched it tightly. She spread her legs a little wider and let her finger run down her pussy. She was very wet.
Tom released her nipple letting it scrape back over his teeth. "Oh baby, you're little nipple feels so hot. We need to cool it down a little". He went to the freezer while Sarah lifted her other hand and continued stroking her nipple and rubbing her pussy. She heard the small popping sound of ice cubes out of a tray. Then a dull thud, as Tom covered the ice cubes with a towel and pounded them with a hammer to make the cubes smaller. He returned to face Sarah with a little glass bowl filled with the crushed ice and placed it on the counter between Sarah's legs. She could feel the coldness through the glass as it touched her aching cunt.
"Ooooooo baby, it's sooooo cold, but it feels soooooo good." Sarah moaned in pleasure. Tom picked up a chunk of ice and held it over Sarah's breasts. The ice started to drip on her hard nipples. Sarah let out a soft moan, and started to rub the cool water over her breasts. The ice started trickling down her tummy, and Tom could tell that Sarah was so getting more and more aroused by the cold sensations mixing over her hot skin.
