It's 5am and dark and rainy outside. I'm at the warehouse we've converted into a commercial kitchen for our catering business, baking scones for the bridal shower brunch that's on today's calendar. The ovens are on and it's already steamy so the fans are going and I'm down to just my jeans and a tank. Zeppelin's blaring out of the radio, which is probably why I don't hear you come in.
You sneak up behind me and slip your arms around my waist.
"What are you making?"
I reach up and slip a piece of a finished scone in your mouth.
"Mmm, tastes good."
Then you kiss my neck where it meets my shoulder.
"You taste better."
You turn me around and kiss up my neck, licking and nibbling until you reach my mouth. I grab you and yank your body against mine, leaving flour hand-prints on your shirt.
"Better take that off...it's messy."
I slide my hands under your shirt and up your chest and you pull the shirt over your head. Then you pull mine off and press against me. I can feel your hard cock through your jeans and I reach down to unbutton them. You catch my wrist in your hand and say "Not yet.".
You start kissing back down my neck, taking off my bra so you can suck my nipple into your mouth. You start sucking hard, then flicking your tongue over it and it feels so fucking good. You're pinching the other one and pulling and getting a little rough, but I like that and you know it. I try to grab your fly again and you push my hands away.
Your hands work my jeans and panties down over my hips and off.
"What do you want me to do?" you ask. "You want me to lick your pussy?"