Mrs. Crane's Fountain of Youth
Part Four: Horny Naked Chef
Shirley had planned to put in some work in her garden at the weekend, and she had stopped over at the mall to pick up a few things for the job. As she drove back to her place her cell phone rang. From the assigned tone she knew it was Jamal. She felt a sliver of wet heat rise in her loins as she clicked on her hands free button to take the call. “Oh sweetie that’s great news, I’ll see you at 6p.m. then,” she said at the end of their phone conversation.
Jamal’s aunt had travelled that afternoon out of state for yet another evangelical convention, and he just told her he could spend the night at her place from that Friday evening through Saturday night. Shirley was so excited she giggled like a naughty school girl. She had asked him to stay the night a few times but he had always declined, and now he was going to do it. She happily hummed a tune as she weaved through the traffic on her way home. She couldn’t wait to get home and start making dinner for her young lover.
As she unlocked her front door, her phone beeped alerting her to an incoming text message. Once he was inside, and free of her shopping bags, she read the new message.
“Hey Sexy, remember, naked chef… apron and heels only allowed. Mwah!”
Shirley smiled as she reread the message a second time; they had discussed their fantasies during one of their post coital spooning sessions, and one of his was taking a sexy mature woman from behind while she’s wearing nothing but an apron and a pair of fuck-me heels.
Swapping fantasies with him had been so much easier than with anyone else she had even known. Despite his seeming impatience during sex, he listened very attentively and was so non-judgmental and simply un-shockable as he silently coaxed her deepest secret fantasies from her.
She was so horny from the events of the past thirty minutes she was tempted to go upstairs and masturbate, but she knew it would be a very bad mistake to make herself cum as it would ruin her chances of experiencing one of those intense multiple orgasms that Jamal blessed her with each time he fucked her. She smiled and blushed as she turned the word over in her mind; ‘Yes… that’s exactly what he does, he fucks me like some cheap slut… and I absolutely love it too.’ A rush of excitement coursed through her as she tightened her thighs and squeezed her pussy until she felt her panties soak through with her juices. And then she rushed upstairs to take a cold shower.
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Shirley looked quite tempting in her sexy apron with lace trimming; the piece of garment fitted her perfectly. From the front it looked like a mini halter dress and the tightly fastened bows accentuated her generous bust, showing off her awesome cleavage from the low cut neck line. A glance at the swell in her chest would immediately tip a spectator to the fact of her arousal by the persistent poking of the fabric of the apron by her erect nipples.
It was a totally different story from behind however, a more tempting view of her gorgeous body, as the neatly tied bow of the apron straps that rested beautifully on her big round derriere framed it perfectly. Her ass looked fuller thanks to her black 3 inch patent heels. Her naked silken thighs looked so deliciously thick and inviting too.
Shirley paused to taste her cooking for salt, and then bent over to reach inside the dishwasher for a plate when the kitchen’s rear door opened. She knew it had to be Jamal; the man had adopted the habit of sneaking up on her through the kitchen’s back door whenever she was cooking or doing some other chores in there.
Jamal paused to drink in the cock provoking view that greeted him as he sneaked into the kitchen; he knew of course that Shirley was only pretending to be oblivious to his presence in the room, and so as his cock strained hard against its restraints in his pants, he decided to play along.