I woke up feeling very domestic today. I was doing Habitat for Humanity for MLK day of service, I actually spent the whole weekend at a site carrying stuff and trying to help out. I’m not much with a hammer, so actually building anything wasn’t really in my skill set. I don’t know if its from spending that last few nights with someone in my bed, or just the way she knows how to treat me, but I had a definite desire to nest and I figured I’d just go with it, I’m sure the guys at the site would like some baked treats for later.
I let the girl sleep in and dressed for the part, a chocolate brown sweater dress, kitten heels, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and finally put on the apron an ex had bought me like 3 years ago. She came down while I was finishing her breakfast, and seemed to have another excuse for walking the the kitchen every 30 seconds, grabbing my ass everytime. I think I’m falling in love :)
After breakfast, I started on brownies and cookies. The girl did her best to stand behind me and offer as much distraction as possible. I measured flour, she had her hands on my hips, I stirred, she ground herself against my ass. By the time I was spooning out cookie dough, she’d lifted my dress up to my waist and told me I was to leave it there. My 1950’s housewife in an apron and kitten heels in the front was a bottomless tease putting on a show in the kitchen from the rear. Not what I’d had in mind when I woke up, but I have to admit it worked for me.
Fortunately, it seemed to work for her too. After the baked goods went into the over, me carefully bending at the waist each time, she had me bent over the countertop, one hand grabbing my ponytail the other up between my legs. Her hands are just the perfect size for her thumb to find my g spot while her fingers circled my clit. Three quick little orgasms and I kinda thought I was done, but she wasn’t. The last one, the one she knew was still in me, took all the strength from me. My legs couldn’t hold me up anymore, it was her hand, firmly pressing me against the counter keeping me in place. I got that lightheadedness, where I’m just about to blackout but I just see colors and soft shapes instead. We went to the living room where I sat in her lap while I came down, getting time to regain my breathe.
Everything in the oven had burned, but I didn’t care. It just means I get to make it again ;)
Base By: Jahrenesis