In the kitchen, I begin putting the dishes in the dish washer away...first, all of the glasses and cups are put into the cupboard; next are the bowls, plates, pots and pans; and finally the silver ware. I know you will be home from work soon, expecting the kitchen to have been cleaned. I begin reloading the dishwasher with all the dirty dishes from that day. After I have all the dishes cleared from the sink, I wipe off the counters...scrubbing and using the disinfectant. After the counters are cleaned, I get out the broom and dustpan. I sweep the kitchen and put the dirt into the dustpan, ultimately to be thrown away.
I mop the floors as I dance around to the music. Dipping the mop head into the water and then making a plopping sound as I bring it to the tiled floor. I move the stick back and forth, ridding the floor of its dirtiness. The music is too loud and, naturally, I do not hear you come home. I keep up with my chores and I do not hear you enter the kitchen, nor do I hear your movements pause as you look at me.
I move to dip the mop head into the warm water to start fresh once again. I bring it down once more, effectively making that plopping noise again. I giggle at the sound and begin mopping as I sing to the song on the stereo. It is one of my favorite CD's I had brought with me, Def Lepard's "Hysteria". I swish the mop back and forth some more and once again dip it into the warm water.
I did not hear you move in behind me. You wrap your arms around me and kiss my neck, sliding your tongue from my ear down to the base of my neck taking in the scent of me and tasting the saltiness on my skin. I shiver at this and moan a hello to you. I smile at your warmth, not taking notice to the fact that you have removed the mop from my hands, placing the length of it between my legs. Rubbing the staff of it back and forth creating a fascinating friction on my, now swollen clit. I rest the back of my head on your sturdy chest as you ask me softly, "do you like this, missy? Hmmm?"
Even though I know you require no answer, I make an attempt. However, I am only able to get out a moan of pleasure. You keep this hypnotic motion in progress as you kiss me. I know you are trying to decide what to do next. Since I know so many images and ideas are running through your sex-crazed mind at once, I decide to show you how very pleased I am by reaching down into my panties. I slide a finger along my clit and then further down to the small opening that belongs to you. I slide one finger deep into the wetness and pull it back out very slowly.
I want you to know how very aroused I am. My fingers are wet with my juices as I reach behind me and place them on your lips. Instinctively, you stick out your tongue and lick the juices off and eventually taking my fingers in your mouth. At this point, I notice the movement of the mop stick has stopped and your grasp on the object has fled and now takes hold of my breasts...massaging them with your large hands, pinching my nipples until they become harder then they ever were before. Tugging on them slightly, a moan escapes my lips as I turn in your arms to receive a kiss.
You kiss me softly at first, twirling your slick tongue with mine, running your hot tongue along my bottom lip. Testing the softness of my bottom lip, you take it in your teeth to nibble on it, finally tugging on my lip so that I know your desire for me is strong. My fingers dive into the hair at the nape of your neck, massaging the skin there. I hear a guttural sound come from your throat as you place your hands on my hips to lift me on to the kitchen counter. You continue kissing me, not letting you lips leave mine. Your soft kisses turn rough and tell me how much you need me, to be inside me, to feel me, to have me feel you.
Your lips are reluctant to leave mine as you bring my shirt up and over my head, they return to me as you discard the item into some remote part of the room. You place your hands on the side of my face as your tongue slides in and out of my mouth as if it were the hardness that throbs between your legs. Your hands begin their descent down my body, followed by your lips. Kissing and sucking every party of me your hands touch.
Finally, your hands reach my thighs. Pausing for just a second, feeling the skin there, your seeking hands move back to my hips to slide off my panties...tossing those into a random part of the room as well. As I feel the chill of the room, my legs close, locking you out. My lust-crazed lover does not take kindly to this. You wedge your hands between my legs to force them open, allowing your roaming fingers access to my wet pussy. First, you kiss my belly button, trailing hot kisses down to the button at the junction of my legs.
You kiss it, making me shiver all over. I feel the muscles in your jaw pull as you smile at my reaction. You lick the juices being produced by my obvious arousal and finally slide two of your fingers in my pussy. At your entrance, my pussy (or should I say, your pussy because it belongs only to you) grabs hold of those two fingers, trying to draw them in deeper with each stroke. Finally, you locate the spongy material within my pussy.
