Today I woke up thinking about him again. I wanted to do something to make him smile, what better way than to start in the kitchen. As he lay there tossing and turning I decided to crawl out of the warm blankets and get the day started. I was wearing a cute little t-shirt and some gym shorts. What can I say I am not really that feminine or have that much fashion sense, but that doesn't seem to bother him.
I start by brewing a cup of coffee for myself and decide to make cinnamon rolls. They always make the house smell so good and the gooey frosting is fun to play with. I work the dough with my hands and prepare everything relatively quickly. I am kind of a genius in the kitchen and can whip up just about anything I think of.
As the magic is baking in the oven I start making some bacon...all the time knowing it won't be long before the good smells will awaken him from his slumber. I swear it may sound cliche but food really is the way to a mans heart, especially when it's my cooking. Just as expected I hear the bedroom door open and a shuffle coming down the hallway. I hear him mumble something, still half asleep as he walks into the bathroom. For some reason I am getting excited to feed him. to see the look of satisfaction on his fase. I pour two cups of coffee, set the table and wait for him to come out to the kitchen.
He is still groggy as he sits at the table next to me, i run my hands in his already messy hair in a playful manner. He loves it when I do things like that, nothing intense, just a soft gentle touch and feel when it is least expected. We make some small talk about what our plans are for the day and when we have to get back to our normal lives for the day. He has to be home before his wife gets back from work and before my husband comes home as well. See the thing is... we are not each others, we just enjoy each other.
I get up and fill the plates with mounds of ooey gooey cinnamon rolls and bacon. We sit at the table watching each other eat, I love when he eats my cooking. It's almost titillating to know that he is getting enjoyment out of every bite. Actually it gets me hot, like I have to do all I can to let him finish. I can not believe we are still getting away with being with each other like this.
Finally he has finished and thanks me for making sure he doesn't starve for the day. I go to grab his empty plate, but he stops me by grabbing my hand. He pulls me in closer and wraps his arms around my waist. I feel myself get butterflies in my stomach, I know what is to come.... lol me. I get positioned bent over the table as he takes off my shorts from behind. I can feel him run his hands up and down my legs and finally up to my pussy. His hands are warm and know exactly what they need to do.
I can feel him using his fingers to dance around my clit and its driving me crazy. I am wet and ready for more, but I let him toy around feeling my excitement. We move back and forth together making sure we hit all the right spots, he is getting harder by the second. He is making me spill noises of desire out of my mouth, as he starts plunging his fingers in my pussy. Expertly finding my pleasure spots, making my brain turn on and off in waves.
I decide to turn my self around and push him towards the nearest counter. I take his hard cock in my hands and get to work. I welcome the much needed break from him fingering me. I like to make things play out as long as we can because we only have so much time together. I love to feel him squirm as I run my hands and mouth up and down on his shaft. He is just as ready as I am now, but its my turn to make him hot. I use both hands to stroke him and my mouth to taste him.
We are being a little forceful with each other now I he takes my hair and pulls me up towards his lips, which i kiss in haste. My tongue circling his, teasing him with every move. I take his hand in mine and lead him to the couch where i push him into the cushion and straddle his lap. My tits are smothering him while he sucks them hard. I am so incredibly wet that i let him slide right in and ride him slowly at first but we get things moving. He feels amazing inside of me, we fit together perfectly. I can feel his cock all the way in me, stretching and filling my pussy over and over again.
His turn to make a move he turns me around bent over the coffee table and enters me from behind. He is moving quickly now, on a mission to cum. I let him move me around to his liking, my long legs all over the place in about 100 different positions. I can't take anymore as I release on his cock. I can feel myself tremble, but I beg him not to stop, I want to ride my waves. He is ramming me so hard now, I know he is close too. I want to feel him explode all over me. I want him to reach ultimate climax. I reach my hand over to my ass and open up a little further, making it feel amazing. Finally he lets out a primal moan and pulls out. I can feel the hot sticky wetness of him all over my back. He is holding me tight and expelling everything he has left onto me.
Breathing heavy we flop back on to the couch where we just sit and catch our breath. Still touching and toying gently. Finally it is over and there is one last embrace before we get up. I tell him that I won't need anything else to eat for the day, he has filled me up. It's not easy having to say goodbye for now, but there will always be another chance for an encounter.
Submitted February 28, 2017 at 12:11PM by Redhanded2017 http://ift.tt/2lv8T4p
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