We're having friends over for Thanksgiving so I'm baking pies--pumpkin and pecan. I've been at it all afternoon, toasting the pecans, mixing the pumpkin and the spices. Now that the filling is ready it's time to make the crust.
The biggest problem with homemade pie crust is the mess. Flour gets everywhere and I'm wearing black today--black jeans, black tee shirt, black bra and black panties. It's unseasonably warm for November so I decide to strip down. The kitchen is hot from the oven anyway.
Barefoot and naked in the kitchen is such a cliché. It is kind of sexy though. I've always found doing housework vaguely arousing--like trad-wife cosplay--but baking naked sends my arousal level through the roof.
So, there I am, rolling out pie crust with my grandma's rolling pin with my nipples standing straight up and my pussy sopping wet. Is it possible to have a baking kink?
I'm covered all over with a light dusting of flour. It's on my full tits and soft womanly belly. There's even some in my bush. The floor under my bare feet feels gritty--I'll have to wash it later.
That thought sends a thrill up my spine. I picture myself stark naked on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor with my rump in the air, my wet pussy fully exposed. Oh God that's hot!
I hear a sound behind me. My husband has come into the kitchen.
"What are you
doing
?" He asks.
"Makin' pie," I laugh.
He comes up behind me, grabs my ass, and kisses the back of my neck. His hands are all over me, roaming up my flanks, cupping my tits. His fingers find my hard nipples, pinching them, tugging them.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I exclaim, holding my flour-covered hands helplessly in front of me. "Watch out!"
