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Mary's Dish
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As I do every Saturday for the past 25 years, I opened the refrigerator door rooting through it to locate the sour dough starter. Setting it on the counter, I move to the pantry pulling out the flour, salt and caraway seeds. As I mix the dry ingredients, I become aware that I am not concentrating on making bread. My wife and I had just had our daily fight. I am not sure what has gotten into her (or me) lately. We haven't been intimate for months and I have grown apathetic about it. Hell, I think I would prefer a long shower than to even attempt to have sex with her. I continue with dividing the bread and prepare to start kneading the dough. I grab a pad of butter and rubbing my hands together it melts between my fingers and palms. I extend my fingers and feel the warm moist dough and as I press down with the heels of my hands my mind wanders off and rifles back 25 years to graduate school and Mary.
Mary was 12 years my senior; a beautiful brunette with blue eyes . . . eyes that I could stare at for hours and always find something new that I missed before. She did not exude sexuality like many of my past girlfriends but she was sexual. Nor was she the girl next door; Mary was more like her older sister whose every movement screamed that she knew everything there was to know about love, life and sex.
I was 22 years old with dark hair and athletic built; living on my own and cooking my own breakfast, lunch and dinner. I had just started at the university where I first met her.
Mary worked for the dean of graduate education and I was called into see the dean. When I walked in his office my gaze fell upon her. She was wearing a dark print shirt that clung to her body and form fitting jeans. I approached her desk and she looked up and smiled at me. I was stuck standing there staring with a goofy smile on my face. When she first spoke - I didn't respond . . . for I was lost in her eyes. She repeated herself; this time with a laugh in her voice, shattering my trance. "Can I help you?" I responded by muttering why I was there. She turned to call the Dean as my eyes drifted down to her tanned neck and over her chest. I could see the contrast of her tanned skin compared to the milky whiteness of the top of her breasts as they appeared in the folds of her shirt. She stood and led me to his door. I followed watching her body sway as she casually walked across the floor.
Later when I emerged she was gone. Due to complications with my late registration, I had to repeat my visits to the dean over the next few weeks. I looked forward to each visit with the hopes of seeing Mary. On one such occasion, in my typically awkward attempt to flirt, I stated that I was tired of eating my own cooking and I should treat myself by going out to a restaurant. Before I could ask her to join me, she jumped on this statement informing me that she loved to cook and would be more than happy to provide me with pointers and recipes. I graciously accepted her offer. In my head I was working on how to translate my comment to clearly ask for a date but the dean's door opened and I was called in. Mary started to write on her note pad as I walked in to the dean's inner office. This time when I left Mary was on the phone but handed me what she wrote. "I'll see you at 5:00," she whispered as I turned and walked out of the office.
I looked at the note. It was not a recipe, as I suspected, but a shopping list and her address.
I went to the local mart and picked up everything on the list and a couple bottles of inexpensive red wine. I arrived slightly after 5:00. Mary greeted me at the door wearing shorts and a light loose fitting button down shirt which was opened to mid-chest and holding two scotches in her hands.
"I recall you saying you liked a good scotch," and she handed me one of the glasses.
I laughed and handed her the wine. "You mentioned that you liked wine so I added these to the list. I hope merlot was the correct choice."
As I moved the glass of scotch to my lips, I drank in the full beauty of Mary's body - her naked feet; tanned calves and thighs; her cleavage showing her tan lines. I wanted to ravish her right there in the foyer. She watched me as my eyes scanned her body and saw the mischief behind them. She smiled broadly as I noticed her nipples getting hard through her shirt. I wanted her - no, needed her. I took a long sip of scotch. I felt a stiffening in my jeans.
"Sooo . . . " she said while sipping her scotch "are you up to the task? ... Cooking that is."
I swallowed loudly and quickly stated "Yes."
As we went into the kitchen to unpack the groceries, the heat from the room rushed over my body. Mary informed me that we would first make some sour dough bread and then make the main course as it baked. The hot oven combined with the stagnant humid air of the Midwest September heat resulted in a sauna type effect in the kitchen. The surface of our skin immediately became moist from the air. "I should have worn shorts," I said.
"You can take your jeans off if you get too hot. Cooking naked is very erotic." Mary said with a laugh.
"We'll see." I retorted.
Mary directed me to the counter, which was covered with flour and a mound of dough. "I started this when I got home from work. All that is left is to knead it and bake it." As she divided the dough into to fourths, she described what we would be doing. Mary placed two quarters into the refrigerator; "One starter for me and one for you to take with you, something to remember me by. The others we bake."
Mary grabbed a quarter stick of butter and rubbed it in her hands. "You have to make sure your hands are well lubricated otherwise they will stick to the dough. I like to use butter it adds to the flavor . . . see . . ." as she slipped her finger in her mouth and a finger from her other hand against my lips. I rolled my tongue over her finger. Her eyes danced; knowing that she had me, like putty, or I should say butter, in her hands.
She reached out and grasped my hands. Rubbing the butter over each finger and into my palm, making sure they were well covered. Seeing her fingers intertwined with mine I wanted our bodies to be contorted similarly. Holding my hands she led them to my ball of dough. As her body pushed against mine my cock jumped wanting to be released. She let go of my hands and picked up her dough announcing "First, you need to knead the dough."
I looked blankly at her, never having baked before.
"Like this, push down with the heels of your hand away from you. Extend your fingers around the far edge of the dough and work it back and fold it over itself." As she spoke, I watched her hands work the dough. I studied her movements; the muscles in her hands and arms; the heaving of her chest as she exhaled pushing down on the dough; and her glistening skin from the heat and exertion. Her shirt began to stick to her skin. In my mind's eye I supplanted my body for the dough - wanting her to work my member with such enthusiasm. I was fully erect.
Lost in my fantasy, I did not realize Mary was watching me. She slowly rubbed her legs together, squirming in her shorts. When my eyes became fixated on her erect nipples poking through her shirt, she abruptly stopped kneading the dough slapped it loudly and looked up at me and said "Your turn."
I was snapped out of my trance. I grab my dough and tried to mimic her movements. I pushed down against it too gently and the dough just rolled under them.
"No. You need to puuussshhh down." She stated as she touched my biceps with her buttery fingers. "Use your muscles. Don't be gentle. Work it." She squeezed my arm. The electricity from her touch rested deep in my torso. I felt myself get harder with her commands.
I pushed down harder feeling the warmth of the dough as it flattened out in front of me. My fingers dug into the soft disc and folded it over. Mary's fingers moved down my arm to my hands. She strained to reach around me to correct my inept technique, pressing her body into mine.
"Here . . . let me step inside your arms and show you how" as she pushed my arm aside and stepped between the counter and me. Grabbing my hands in hers she pulled me against her back and placed our hands on the dough. As we pushed down, her back arched into me. I did not yield my stance and she felt my stiff cock press against her back. I could not think of what I was doing but only of the possibility of doing Mary.
I leaned down and breathed in the scent of her shampoo and sweat. I rub my cheek against the side of her face. Her fingers clasped mine, squeezing them, as she grinded her ass against me. We turned our faces toward each other; lips meeting in a kiss. Feeling the softness of her commanding lips my mouth opened and our tongues danced over each other.
I sucked her lower lip into my mouth and pull back breaking our kiss. I stared into her eyes. "Well . . . . . we should get these in the oven." Mary said as she turned her head back to face the counter and the task at hand. Without moving away from me, she guided my hands over the dough and finished kneading it while our bodies pushed together.
"Now slap it," she flatly said.
"What?"
"Slap the dough! Like this." She flattened her hand and slapped it. "Now you do it."
Again, I was too gentle, much to Mary's objection. "Harder." I tried again. "NO, I SAID HARDER," she commanded. I slapped it again - harder.
She laughed, satisfied with my effort. "Now let's put them in the oven."
We separated. Mary turned and opened the oven. She bent over and pulled out the rack and asked for the loaves of bread. I handed them to her as I admired the shape of her ass. She placed them on the baking stone and closed the door as I slid my hands under her shirt and around her waist, pulling her against me. She stood and arched her back to meet my chest and turned in my arms. With her hands around my neck we kiss deeply. Meshing our bodies together I wanted less clothing between us. I lifted her up and her legs wrapped around me as I placed her on the edge of the counter.
She pulled my t-shirt over my head and ran her hands over my stomach and chest. I brushed back her damp hair and bent in and kissed her neck and shoulder. Clumsily, I began to unbutton her shirt. She leaned in and bit my nipple as she ripped her shirt apart popping buttons off.
Her buttered soaked fingers grabbed my head and pull me against her chest. I tasted her skin on my lips, devouring her breasts and perfect nipples. With her nipple pursed on my lips I sucked it and her breast into my mouth rolling my tongue around her nipple. She groaned as I nibbled on them. Mary raked her nails across my back as she grinded her shorts-clad pussy against me.
Leaning back on the counter, Mary cleared it causing the flour, eggs and the rest to fall to the floor. Our passion could not be interrupted by such trivial inconveniences as the ensuing mess. Mary lifted her hips up and with a look invited me to pull off her shorts. I readily complied.
I unbutton and pull down the zipper to her shorts. Staring into her eyes and with her lust boiling over, she bit her lip. I broke my gaze and looked down absorbing the sight of her glistening breasts, erect nipples and stomach. I slid fingers under the top of her shorts and panties and pulled then down in a single movement. Her triangular shaped untanned bikini area that framed her neatly trimmed tuft of light brown hair emerged. She parted her legs as my hands with fingers splayed move over her thighs and approached her dripping pussy. I leaned in and deeply inhaled her inner aroma. My thumbs touched her wetness and spread her lips, as I extended my tongue to lap her juices.
Mary moaned loudly with my first taste.
She raised her feet to the counter as her legs spread wider to provide me with greater access. With my tongue flat against her, I licked from her opening up to the top of her crease, rolling her clit in my tongue. I felt it stiffen and sucked on it pulling it with my lips. I move my tongue up and down her in unison with the bucking of Mary's hips. I let my hands explore her thighs and ass. Seizing her cheeks I pulled her into my face and slid my tongue into her as she gasped and pushed up into me. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders. I open my mouth to press her clit between my lips and tongue and sucked on it. Her moans intensified. Again, I flatten my tongue and moved my head up and down.
Mary grabbed my hands and put them over her breasts. With mine in hers, she massaged her breasts and pulled and pinched her nipples. My head moved rapidly from side to side - pushing my tongue against her with her hips thrusting against my face. Mary's breathing became labored and her stomach tensed. Her hands left mine to grab the back of my head grinding it forcibly against her pussy.
"HARDER" she moaned.
I pinched her nipples harder. Her fingers dug into the back of my head and she roughly pushed it back and forth against herself.
"HARDER" she commanded.
As I pushed and bobbed my head against her harder, slapping my tongue against her clit, she pulled my hair as she screamed in ecstasy. Pulling me yet harder against her, she lifted her head and shoulders off the counter cumming on my face - I eagerly lapped up her juices.
With my mouth still on her feeling her hips sporadically pulsing against me, I looked up to her. Mary's eyes opened wide stared down at me, breathing hard, her fingers still entwined in my hair. She slowly relaxed her stomach and lay back and released her hold on my hair. I watch her chest ease in its breathing as I undid my jeans and let them and my boxers fall to the floor.
I stood erect and moved my cock towards her. Mary legs fell to my sides and she slid towards the edge of the counter and reached down to guide me into her. As my tip penetrated her opening she let out a slight gasp. Pushing into her I felt her warmth surround me and I pushed deeply until I felt my cock hit the bottom of her.
"YES" she muttered as we stared into each other's eyes.
Her arms extend straight out against my chest and she dug her fingers into my flesh. I thrust into her and watched her breasts move with each thrust. I moved my hands over them lightly twisting and pinching her nipples. Her one hand pushed harder against me mauling my nipple with her fingers as she slid her other hand down between us to her clit. I looked down and watched her play as my cock disappeared deep inside and then back out almost to the end only to disappear again. Mary increased the speed of her fingers. I felt her tighten around me. Her eyes fixed on her fingers digging into my chest, she moaned loudly and I watch her face contort as she came with me deep inside her.
The sudden tightness of her pussy caused me to push into her harder and faster. Mary moved her soaking fingers from between us and rubbed her juices over her nipples and then thrust them into my mouth. Grabbing and pulling on my lips, I bit and sucked on her fingers.
She saw that I was ready to cum and pushed harder against me. My hands moved to her hips and pulled her into me. We stared into each other's eyes, bodies colliding with purpose, the sound of my hips slapping against her, I moaned loudly.
"YES, BABY," she yelled.
Again, her stomach tensed as she rose off the counter. My back arched and I push deep inside her; cumming in her, with her. I felt her pussy grab me; pulsate around me; milk me - I smiled - breathless.
Panting and sweating, I pulled her the rest of the way up to me and we kissed as she slid her hand between us again. I felt her rub her clit and my cock - mixing our juices. As the oven's timer sounded, Mary brought her fingers to our mouths and we eagerly licked them clean - the taste of butter, Mary and John.
I break out my daydream and return to the task at hand 25 years later. I place the dough into the oven and set the timer. I turn and walk towards the bedroom.
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