Cooking Together & Together We Cook

To save our pennies, we decided to turn our coveted weekly Friday happy hours into Friday dinner dates, albeit we're staying at home, I insisted we cook together. Our first Friday dinner date was fun, we decided to grill, thus everything was prepared outside. We had a couple of steaks, some grilled veggies, a tossed salad, warm bread & some warm fruit & ice cream concoction for dessert. It was fun preparing the meal together.

It was a little awkward at first, trying to figure out how to do this together. Most nights when I cook dinner, he isn't home or he's in another room doing something or other, and when we usually grill, he'll do the meats outside and I'm inside doing the side dishes. In order for us to this together, I moved my side dish prep out with him and I could tell he was appreciative. We had fun laughing, talking, sipping & tasting as we went along. It was a good evening, one of the best in our relationship to date.

For our second Friday dinner date, we decided to fix chicken fajitas. We chopped & diced veggies together; he made his famous guacamole and I cooked the chicken. Everything was going according to plan until it was almost time to eat. I had to get on the footstool to reach for something in the back of the cabinet and he was holding me so I wouldn't fall (I'm a tad clumsy)...that's when it all jumped off.

While I was reaching for something or another, damned if I can't remember what for, he slipped his hand up my skirt & into my panties; I almost fell off the stool. Before I could say a mumbling word, he had put two fingers in my pussy and his thumb was firmly pressed against my other entrance. He knows my body so well, I was wet in seconds and came in minutes. The thought of falling never entered my mind; he had me, and in more ways than one. After I came, he removed his hand, I could hear him licking his fingers, which sent shivers down my spine as he helped me off the footstool. In one fluid motion, as I was in a downward motion, he kept me going to the floor and he was on top and inside me in an instant.

So we're clear, our kitchen floor isn't comfortable, forgiving or even particularly attractive. In fact, its hard, cold and borderline ugly and neither one of us cared. It was the most passionate sex we had had in a long time. Being together for some time, we had gotten into a routine...11:00 p.m. news, kiss, finger tingle, suck, do this, move this way, do that, move that way, yes, good, yessss, do you want something to drink. This was our sex life; it was good and it was predictable. What we were doing now was new, exciting and unpredictable and it was fabulous.

He had always been a generous lover, ensuring I came before he did, and this time was no exception; however, once I came, he pulled out and sat on a kitchen chair and I straddled him. I rode him until he came hard and strong, so much so, he made a face I had never seen and a new sound emanated from his body. I got up and licked his dick clean, which brought life back to his spent part. This time we at least moved to the comfy living room couch with its big pillows and plush cushions. Suffice it to say, on Saturday afternoon we went shopping for new living room furniture. Note to self: cum, saliva and pussy juice stains do not come out of ultra suede; the new couch is leather for easy clean-up.

Since our kitchen and living room exploits, Friday dinner dates have evolved into Friday fantasy dates. We don't eat much those nights, but there's a whole lotta cooking going on (wink).