I got home early from work and decided to go for a run before we went out. Once changed I was heading through the house when I started around the corner to the kitchen. There she stood. I jumped back hoping she didn’t see me. She said nothing nor did she look up so I felt sure that she didn’t know I was there. That’s when I realized I was holding my breath and I was needing to start breathing again. She seems to always take my breath and at this very moment I didn’t care. I slowly and quietly took shallow breaths to draw air to my lungs.
She stood there leaning sideways in the doorway between the laundry porch and the kitchen entrance with one foot propped up on the moulding. The sun was setting and coming through the side door. The sunlight highlighting her silhouette and her long curly golden hair. She had on a flower print, knee length dress. It was light in color and I could tell the material was thin because the light was coming through showing her shapely legs all the way up. I wished so bad she was facing me. She had a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. She was looking down into the bowl, humming and taking a bite every now and then. She had a soft grin on her face. It was obvious she was feeling good and her mood instantly encompassed my heart.
She had boots on. Those sexy kinda boots a Lady wears to let you know she is feminine but can hold her own weight. Damn she looked good.
I saw the box of Cheerios and a half pint of milk sitting on the counter. She was approaching the bottom of the bowl and I watch as the spoon touched her lips and wish the bowl larger. With each bite she softly drew in every drop of milk from the spoon. My body started to react and I could feel my breathing had become thick with desire. It was then that she stopped, she froze but she held her gaze to the other side of the door jam. A slight grin came over her face as she cocked her head and eyebrow my way. “I missed lunch.” She said as she brought the bowl up to her lips and sipped the last of the milk. When she brought the bowl down my heart stopped. There on her soft upper lips was the last drop of milk. I lost it! That drop just had to be mine! I rush across the room and took her lips into mine with the focus on her upper lip. I grasped each of her arms in my hands as I worked my mouth and tongue over hers tasting every bit of sweetness I could find. The bowl and the spoon fell out of her hands to the floor.
Cheerios – That’s whats for dinner!
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