Special Dinner

You had an idea of doing something special for both of us. You start off by making dinner in the kitchen, wearing only sexy lingerie, your favorite bra, panties, and stockings. Just the idea of surprising me with this has you horny.

You made pasta and the steamed mixed vegetables. As you work in the kitchen the texture of your lingerie moves across your skin.

It feels so good.

As you strain the pasta, the steam rising up from the noodles is warm on your breasts.

You open the refrigerator to pull out the salad mix. The cool air of the fridge is shocking to your nipples, and they stand up inside your silky bra.

You open the bag and dump it into a mixing bowl. then cut up tomatoes, and carrots.

You take a cucumber in your hand and feel the texture of it before you peel it. You think about how the cucumber is larger and thicker than me, but a cucumber can’t lick your pussy.

Once it is peeled, you slice it. You take one of the slices and place it on your tongue. It is cool and tasty. “No. Not like his cock.” you think and smile at yourself.

You hear me come into the door, from a long day at work. The jingle of my keys on the hook by the door and the sound of me sighing loudly as I remove my shoes.

You pour two glasses of wine, and walk from the kitchen.

I sit in the recliner.

“My day was busy, and traffic sucked as usual.” I say in a tired voice.

You offer me the wine. I take it and sip it. “I probably could use something stronger, but If I did, then I probably wouldn’t notice how sexy that looks on you.” I say looking from your pumps, up your stockings, panties, bra, and stopping at your beautiful eyes and lips.

“I made dinner and its ready.”

I sniff the air. “I smell vegetables, and maybe pasta, but what’s the protein?”

You sit on my lap for a second, throw your arms around me and say. “I know that you have all the protein that I want tonight.” You smile wickedly at me.

“Do you want your ‘protein’ before or after we eat?” I ask with a grin.

“That depends on how tired you are. I have been missing you all day.” you say as you unbutton my shirt and rub my chest.

You kiss me and I hug you tightly.

I begin to get hard from you being so sexy and sitting on my lap.

“I think I want my protein first. If you are not tired afterwards, you can have yours any time you want.”

You slide off my lap, and get between my legs. You unfasten my pants.

I help you remove them so then are around my ankles.

My cock is clearly lying along my leg, still in my briefs.

You grab it and slowly stroke it through the fabric and feel it get harder.

You lower my drawers, and grab my bare cock, smiling up at me and then slowly licking around the tip.

I grab the arms of the chair, as you slowly lick down the ridge of my shaft, slowly going down to my balls, and then up again.

One hand takes both my balls and caresses them.

Your warm lips kiss the tip, as the other hand grips my shaft.

I feel your open mouth, your warm breath as you slowly take me in your wet, wonderful mouth.

You slowly suck me. “Definitely different than a cucumber”, you think to yourself and smile as you suck me harder.

You take me deeper.

“Oh God, I love how your mouth feels.” I say as I place my hands on your head.

“Are you saying Grace, my love. I am truly thankful for what I am about to receive.” you say and then take me all the way in your mouth.

Your fingers are tight around the base and the other hand grips my balls.

I grab handfuls of your hair as you suck me up and down.

Between the motion of your mouth and your hands, you feel my cock getting slick from both your saliva and my pre-cum.

I pull your hair tighter. You feel my balls are nice and tight so you stop gripping them.

You pull back and concentrate on licking and sucking my tip as your hands stroke the shaft.

I try to hump your mouth. You taste my acrid flavor. I grab your head tightly as my cock pulses in your mouth. You taste the sweet but briny favor of my cum and suck harder.

I am breathing hard, and let go of your head.

You lean forward and kiss me. I taste myself on your mouth.

“I am thankful for all I received. Dinner is ready.” You say as you stand up and head to the kitchen.

I pull up my pants, grab my wine glass, and follow you.

“I have an idea of what to give do for dessert.” I say with a smile.

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