It had been a long day. All I wanted to do was get home, and cook a nice meal for Mike. I stopped by the grocery for some steaks and makings for a salad. I could not help but notice the look the produce man gave me as I picked up the carrots. It made me blush a little as I felt the heat rise into my tits. I quickly turned away, not wanting to make my nipples perky. I went to the meat counter next, without thinking, I asked for the best piece of meat. The butcher could not help but laugh as I turned away in embarrassment again. I was definitely going to be safer at home. I paid for the groceries, and hurried home.
I was so glad to be home. I carried the groceries in and set them on the table. I just wanted out of my work clothes so bad. I started to remove them the second I was in the door. I kicked off my shoes then unzipped my skirt letting it drop to the floor. Next I brushed my hands up across my tits, stopping to rub them, then slowly unbuttoned my blouse, letting it drop to the floor also. It felt so good to be down to my bra and panties. I headed to the kitchen and quickly put the groceries away, and prepared the steaks for the grill, hoping to have most of the meal ready when he got home.
It only seemed like a few minutes until I heard the front door open and close. My guy was home. He found me in the kitchen, in my panties and bra and I greeted him with a passionate kiss. I loosened his tie, and told him to go change his clothes. We kissed again and his hands raised up to cup my tits. I let him squeeze them then pushed him back, telling him to go. Reluctantly he did. I resumed prepping for our dinner at the center kitchen counter.
In a very short time, I felt his warm breath against my neck, causing a tingle to run up my back. His hands caressed the small of my back, and I felt the tension start to leave my body.
He murmured into my neck, "Whatcha doing, Baby?"
I playfully replied, "Oh, just painting the ceiling."
He playfully spanked my bottom as I continued my work.
He went to the fridge, and got a bottle of red wine for us. He poured us each a glass, and handed one to me. I took a sip, and remarked that it was a very good choice.
He replied, "Tastes almost as sweet as you baby!", and playfully brushed his hand across the front of my bra. He knows I can't resist him when he teases me this way, but he moved across the kitchen and stood in front of the island sink to watch me work. Two can play this game. He wanted to tease me, I can tease back. It was time to make the salad.
I had already chopped the lettuce, peppers, radishes and the celery, but I saved the carrots. I took a nice long thick one from the package and ran it between my boobs. I rubbed it between them, licking the tip as it rose toward my lips. Then I quickly bit into it. He let out a little laugh, knowing that I did that for him. Not to be outdone, he decided that I needed help cutting the vegetables. He came up behind me, pressed his growing cock against my ass. He wrapped his arms around me, and grabbed the cucumber. He brought it up to my mouth, daring me to suck on it.
He should have known me better than this. He knew that it had been weeks since we have had the energy to be spontaneous, and that sucking his cock is one of my favorite things. I could not resist, and quickly took the thick cucumber in my mouth. I instantly felt his cock harden even more against my ass. He started to playfully slide the vegetable in and out of my mouth. I took it deep into the back of my mouth...sucking on it. I was lost in the excitement, and soon started to moan. He unfastened my bra, and took one nipple in his fingers, pinching it hard. Then moving his hands slow and easy, he worked my panties down, and then slid his hot rod up and down my crack...wanting more.
I managed to say in a raspy voice, "take me now!"
He turned me around. He kissed me harder than I can ever remember him doing before. My knees buckled, and he swiftly swept me up into his arms.