It was a dark evening; sky was adorned with thick dark clouds and the earth fragrant in the first rain of the season. As I parked my car, I could see Paula in her usual white dresses, flowing about in the kitchen.
Her kitchen was lit in a bright yellowish light, beautifully contrasting the evening. My senses were all in excitement from the wafting aroma of the Shepherds Pie she was cooking. She is a great cook; whatever she creates from her kitchen is deliciously inspiring and exciting. She had a gracious smile across her face, whenever she cooked. Today, that smile added to the delightfulness of the room that I could see through those large windows of her kitchen.
I don't know how many seconds flew past me, until I remembered to rush inside to get all freshened up.
Sitting down at the dining table, I poured her some red wine, and bit into the crispy fish fingers she had already set on the table. I was greeted to the heavenly fragrance of jasmines as she came and sat next to me. Her hair was wet from the shower she had, earlier that evening. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled and took a sip of the wine. She had already eased into the serene but cloudy evening. Her face let off a glow that expressed a colourful sensuous vibe that accentuated her charm. She sat cross legged, wearing a light blue plain skirt that reached just below her knees and a thin white top that was held by just two knots; one tied around her neck and the other around her waist. It was obvious that she had no bra on. She looked ravishingly delightful; the light from the kitchen lamp coloured her hair in a yellowish red tint. Looking at her, I was reminded of the jasmines that bloomed in the milky shades of the full moon nights, at our native garden from my youth.
Taking her wine glass, she went into the kitchen. My eyes followed her, her smooth inviting bare back exciting me. I walked over to her and stood behind her. Laying my glass next to hers, I held her waist softly and kissed her shoulder. She looked at me and continued cutting the fruits. She took her time cutting the fruits into small identical cube sized ones. I reached behind her back with my left hand and got hold of the knot that held her top at the waist, as I reached to kiss the right side of her neck. I untied the knot and reached both my hands to her navel. Moving my mouth to the back of her neck, I unhooked the other knot of her top with my teeth. Taking the thin top in my right hand I placed it on the marble kitchen countertop away from the fruits she was cutting.
She closed her eyes, tilted back her head into my shoulders, occasionally to express her delight in what I was doing to her. As I continued to kiss and lick her neck, my hands slowly reached up feeling her soft smooth belly. My hands stopped, just below her breasts. She arched her ass onto my hardness, as I softly held both her breasts in my hands. Her breasts weren't big nor small, but were of the right size for me, delightfully firm and beautifully shaped. She turned her head back, kissed me on my lips and put a piece of papaya in my mouth. As I chewed in the fruit, she kissed me again, this time with open mouth and tongues meeting, sharing the flavour of the fruit. Sharing it with her, mingled with her saliva the papaya became a heavenly fruit. She went back to cutting the fruits, as my hands slipped down to thighs, slowly hiking her skirt up.
My hands softly caressed her thighs. My tongue travelled through the back of her to her waist, reaching to the top of her skirt. I was kneeling behind her now, both my hands travelling to the sides of her thighs inside her skirt. I kissed her naked back at the waist, just above her top and slowly pushed her skirt up. Exposing her well-shaped ass cheeks to my hungry gaze, she was wearing no panties either. I placed my nose between her ass cheeks and inhaled her aroma in.
