Bend Over (MF, rom)

I walked into the kitchen, my thoughts on the party we were
preparing to attend and the tie around my neck that refused
to knot itself properly.  Then I saw her.

She was in front of the oven, checking on the meal she
was preparing to bring to the party.  She was wearing the
exquisite blue dress that I always love to see on her, a dress
that always makes her look like the heavenly angel she is.
But at the moment, my focus wasn't on the dress.  It was
on the view I was getting of it.

She was bending over the open oven, absorbed in whatever
cooking process she was going through to prepare the
food.  And her round, creamy ass was thrust up into the
air.  My eyes were locked on the seat of her dress, stretched
tight against her bulbous cheeks, until I could make out the
outline of her panties against the smooth material.  And the
fact that the dress only went down to her knees while
standing meant that, in this position, the skirt was all the
way up the backs of her thighs.

I let go of the ends of the tie around my neck and approached
her.  She was humming a song under her breath, and
still wasn't aware of my presence behind her.  I could feel
the warm air flowing out of the oven, carrying with it the
scent of the cooking food and also a trace of her perfume.

I reached out a hand and grabbed one of the cheeks of her
ass, squeezing the supple flesh between my fingers.  The cloth
of her dress and panties slid under my hand.  She
shrieked and turned around to face me.  I only grinned back
at her.

I still remember the look on her face - a mixture of
amusement and annoyance that couldn't hide the mischievious
twinkle in her eyes.  She gave me a little slap with the
oven mitt in her hand and said, "Cut it out, I got work
to do."

"So do I," I said and reached behind her to squeeze one
of her cheeks again.

She jerked away from me, but in moving away from my hand,
she moved towards me standing in front of her.  Her hip
bumped into my crotch, and I knew there was no way she
could avoid feeling the hardness there.  But she pretended
not to notice as she gave me another swat and turned away.

"Get going," she said, taking down spices from the shelf.
"We're gonna be late."

"Okay," I said, and began tying my tie again.  But I
stayed in the kitchen, pretending to be occupied with
that, all the while watching her and waiting.

She busied herself with more preparations, mixing sauces
and glazes.  But all the while, I could tell she was watching
me out of the corner of her eye.  We both knew I wasn't
going anywhere and we both knew she'd have to go back
to the oven sometime.

After a few minutes of busywork, she sighed and leaned
against the counter to glare at me.  I looked back at her
with the most innocent expression I could muster, but of
course she wasn't fooled.  She kept looking at me with
that appraising look of hers, then a slight hint of a smile
appeared.

She turned around and finished mixing the sauce in the bowl,
then went to the oven.  Pretending not to notice me, she
opened the oven and poured the sauce over the meat sizzling
inside.  She bent way over, pushing her beautiful ass
up into the air.

As she knew I would, I moved towards her.  I reached out
and rested a hand on one of her cheeks, rubbing it slowly.
No reaction.  She pretended not to be aware of my soft
touch on her round ass as she tended to the meal.

I let my hand slip down, then move upwards, dragging up
her skirt.  It slid away, exposing the seat of her white
satin panties.  I rested my other hand on them and let my
finger glide down the crack I felt through the silky fabric.
That got a reaction.  She couldn't resist pushing up her
hips slightly, pressing my finger against her.

I slid my finger upwards along her crack until I reached
the waistband.  I pulled it down gently and slid my finger
underneath the cloth.  By this time, she had stopped working
in the oven.  She gripped the countertop with both hands
as I glided my finger down, lightly grazing her puckered hole,
then going lower to touch her wet slit.

As I began to run my finger up and down the swollen lips,
her hips moved up and down, guiding my hand.  She hummed
softly under her breath, murmuring how we had to get
ready, but we both knew she wouldn't stop me.  And we
both knew she didn't want me to stop.

Finally, she looked over her shoulder at me with eyes
that were half-closed with lust.  "Make it quick."

I drew out my finger and tugged her panties down to
her knees.  She braced herself on the edge of the counter,
spreading her legs wider.  I moved towards her as I
unzipped my pants and drew out my swollen cock.  I
rested my hands on her butt and eased my shaft into her
tunnel, gliding on the moisture of her interior.

I began to slide in and out of her as I ran my hands up
and down her back.  She began to moan as I thrusted
into her, and her hands gripped the counter even tighter.
I knew we didn't have much time, so I began to move my
hips at a quicker pace.  Her entire body trembled with
the impact, and her moans grew louder until they were
grunts of pleasure.

My hands slid down her sides to hold her breasts.  She
gasped as I wrapped my fingers tightly around them, feeling
them jiggling with our movements.  Her nipples were
swollen and I could feel them hard against my palm.

I felt myself burning with a heat that was coming from
the open oven, but also within me.  The sensation of
being surrounded by her wet, satiny flesh was driving me
to the edge.  As I looked down at her full buttocks
shivering with every strike of my stomach against them,
my body tensed in anticipation.

The end came suddenly and violently as I clenched and
spurted deep into her.  I hunched over her and buried
my face in her hair as I came hard again and again.  She
murmured in my ear how good it felt to feel my hot seed
flowing into her, and that prolonged the sensations.  When
I finally relaxed, spent, I just held her for a time and savored
the closeness.

Then she looked down at her dress and burst out
laughing.  It was a mess.  Crumpled from where my hands
had roamed it, and even torn at the right shoulder.  Her
hair was mangled from where I had nuzzled it.  I wasn't
looking too good either with a rumpled coat and stained
pants, and the heat had caused us both to sweat.

She straightened and gently eased me out of her as she
pulled away from me.  When we were free of each other,
she giggled and kissed me, then heaved a sigh.

"Looks like we're gonna be late after all."  She headed into
the bedroom to change.

I followed, pulling off my tie, the one part of my outfit
that could still be salvaged.  "It was worth it."