She stepped out of the shower, quickly dried herself off, and went into the kitchen to do the dishes. This was her favorite time – late night, the streets quiet, only the night owls, deer, and foxes out roaming. She took one last toke of her favorite intoxicant before she began.
She opened the kitchen window wide to feel the breeze blowing in on her damp skin. Her wet hair hung in ringlets down the middle of her back. She plunged her hands into the soapy water and began the nightly chore of washing up.
She loved being there, at the sink, finishing up the day. They had had a lovely dinner; Brunswick Stew with mini dumplings and a big salad with pomegranate vinaigrette, sliced peaches and a chiffonade of fresh basil. It was becoming harder and harder to go out for dinner when Jack cooked such fabulous food at home.
Usually he was asleep by now to leave her to her midnight wanderings, but tonight he crept up behind her gently nuzzling her ear. He pressed up against her while she stood scrubbing plates and pans. “You smell so damn good,” he whispered.
She could feel the urgency of his intent searching for an entrance. “You really like this position, don’t you? Me naked at the sink really does it for you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does. When are you coming to bed?” He continued stroking and rubbing while he kept his intentions focused on her luscious white ass.
She left the rest of the dishes soaking while she accompanied him into the bedroom. She remembered the first time she took him into her mouth. He had reeled back on his heels and proclaimed, “I’ll say one thing for you, you sure give good blow jobs!”
She knew she wasn’t just good, she was great! She loved sucking him. She looked at him now lying on the bed waiting for her expert touch. She couldn’t help but think about Rey Rey, a gay friend of hers who posted provocative photos of beefy bears on his web site. She figured that Rey Rey would love to get his hands on some pictures of her hubby. Tall, tan, and hairy with a little pot belly, Jack would be a perfect match for Mr. July dressed in his red Speedos.
She took him now without any expectation of reciprocity. She gave it her best effort which produced the expected result. Afterwards she wiped him down with a warm wash cloth. He was lying there smiling, ready for sleep. She gave him one last little suck to get the drips, kissed him on the forehead, and said, “Good night.”
Back in the kitchen she opened a Diet Coke, took a long drink of the sweet fizz, and finished up the silverware. She smiled as the breeze cooled her face. She was intent on staying up late to write and play with her muses. She laughed to herself, “Jack’s favorite position is me naked and loaded at the kitchen sink!”
The sun was just coming up when she went to bed.
(First published 8/29/12)
