It was a Saturday, the first of our two wonderful leisurely days, without the pressure of work, timetables, traffic jams, telephone calls. We had got up late, after making that wonderful soft love that only seems possible when waking, when the body and the senses are lulled and relaxed, the senses heightened to experience the slightest touch.
After breakfast, we had gone shopping. For some inexplicable reason, you decided you needed some new lingerie, I say inexplicable, because I know how much you already have, and how much space it takes up in our bedroom. But, as always, I gave in, simply to enjoy the pleasure of being seen in public with you on my arm, enjoying the puzzled looks on the faces of other shoppers when they see us together, trying to work out the relationship. Mother and daughter? Aunt and niece....... or, on those occasions when you are in a teasing mood and not so secretly caress me in public, a quiet stroke here, and more noticeable one there, maybe one or two of them have an inkling of the exact nature of our relationship.
1. Ensure all items to be used in the recipe are cleaned and warmed thoroughly.
Shopping always make you happy and excitable, especially this sort of shopping. We had returned home for a light lunch, with you in playful mood. You were now taking a long soak in the bath, I could hear you singing quietly to yourself upstairs, and I smiled happily at the rightness of the sound, the rightness of you in my life. You said you were going to show me what you had bought. I knew what you had bought of course, but you were going to model them for me. I was smiling softly to myself in anticipation.
2. Any new items to be used, should be thoroughly checked, examined and tested and washed before use.
I had the kitchen door open to the garden, letting in the sounds of a summer afternoon, birds twittering, children laughing from nearby gardens, the gentle hypnotic trickling sounds of the waterfall on the pond from which the sun was reflecting, and all the early summer flowers which had exploded all over the garden. The effect was gentle, pleasing, almost soporific.
3. The best results will always be obtained by working in light, airy, comfortable surroundings.
I was mixing dough for us, for a pizza for supper, a messy job initially; I could hear you coming down the stairs from your bath. I was trying to avoid looking to the doorway, I wanted to extend the anticipation of seeing what you would be wearing. I knew it would be .............tantalising.
I heard your voice call me, deep, soft and so alluring. "Maaaaaggie....." (I love the way you drawl my name, making it into something exotic).
I turned to you, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. You did not disappoint me, but then, you never do.
You were standing in the doorway to the kitchen, one arm stretched up the frame, your head lying sideways, seductively along it, your long legs slightly apart. You were dressed in a black Victorian corset (gulp), black stockings, black v v v high heels. Your long red hair shone and gleamed, your green eyes were on fire.
4. Thorough preparation is essential to avoid any unexpected surprises during execution of the recipe.
"Maaggie...." you repeated, as I stood there, my mouth open, "I feel horny."
Oh my word!!!
Taking a deep breath, and swallowing hard, I lifted my hands to you, now covered in sticky dough. "Sorry love, I'm sort of occupied right now."
I knew, just knew it was a bad move.
Your eyes lit up even more at my predicament. I was defenceless.
Seeing the extra light in your eyes, I frowned at you, "No games love, I am cooking supper. Just behave." It was a waste of time, I knew that, but I had to say it.
With a grin slowly spreading over your face, you slid across the floor towards me, and I mean slid. God, what a movement.
5. Concentration is essential to avoid missing out crucial parts of the recipe.
I decided it would be easier to ignore you (as if), so I turned back to the bowl and continued kneading and mixing the dough, trying not to notice that you were now standing next to me, now behind me. I could feel your breath on my neck. I could smell your perfume, the scents of you fresh from your bathing. My heart was pounding, almost out of my chest. My pussy was tingling, and I could feel myself getting wet.
6. Ensure that dry ingredients and wet are kept separate until the correct time to mix.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard your voice next to my ear. "Don't you want me love?. Don't you like my outfit? Wouldn't you like to fuck me? Fuck me please Maggie."
