My boyfriend is a very adventurous lover. He loves to have sex in unusual places. I have always just preferred the bed, call me boring. The kitchen is the latest place he likes to take me in by surprise. I was cooking something last week that I really couldn’t leave unattended, so I had to stand there and watch for the time it was cooking. He asked if I’d like a quickie while I waited. I thought he was joking, but he assured me he was not. He came towards me with a glint in his eye and a bulge in his pants.
Why not, I thought. So he pulled up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and did we go at it for around four minutes until I came and then he did seconds after. I always seem to trigger his orgasm with mine, which is great, he always waits for me, like a gentleman. My hands were on the counter, balancing myself. He was pounding away at me from behind. The other day I was putting dishes away and he came up to me from behind and started to fondle my breasts and kiss my neck, and one thing led to another and we were soon going at it on the kitchen table.
There’s quite a large window in that kitchen, so I do worry a neighbor might happen to glance in at an inopportune moment and see something I’d rather they didn’t while they are out walking their dog or collecting their mail. No one has seemed to wander on by yet, but you never know, people do have a tendency to look where they shouldn’t when they shouldn’t! Maybe next week we will reenact that food scene from Nine and a Half Weeks, and go at it on the floor, ya never know!
