He was on his way home from a hard day’s labour. It was a sizzling midsummers afternoon. He could feel a drop of sweat trickle down the side of his face. He knew what he wanted when he got home. Nothing as trivial or mundane as a simple dinner would pacify the bubbling and expanding feeling pulsing through his entire being. He wanted her; she who had been running through his mind all day since their short embrace before leaving for his journey to work that morning. Something about today was different. She had routinely kissed him goodbye and wished him a good day. But he had caught a glimpse in her eye that expressed something greater than just a simple “see you later”.

She was in the kitchen in the middle of preparing dinner. She had put extra care into todays dinner, just for the satisfaction of it. The kitchen was hot from the heat of the oven and the sun outside. She opened a window, and splashed some cold water over her rosy cheeks. The day had been a long one with all the cleaning and cooking she’d been doing, but she felt that it would lead to something special. That morning, when he had left for work, she had been wanting more than to just kiss him goodbye. She’d been left with a longing feeling for him to be closer to her, but could she expect it on this exhaustingly hot day? She hadn’t been able to shake the feeling all afternoon.

Suddenly when coming to his senses he felt a rush of blood to his member, and discovered he was starting to throb at the thought of her. He discovered that everything of the last five minutes was a tangled blur. The only piece of certainty he held was the fact he had kicked off work early and was now on his way home. He couldn’t wait to see that mystical but suggestive look in her eyes again. He found himself pressing the accelerator pedal deeper into the floor.

She found herself staring though the kitchen window at absolutely nothing. Her nipples were stiff with excitement, her breasts swelling over the line of her bra and she felt like the queen of the world. She wished he could be there now, but knew it would still be several hours and that she had things to do. She couldn’t help thinking about his decisive but gentle hands touching her body, slowly up her arm and neck, caressing the lobe of her ear. She tried to snap out of it, but was soon deeply lost in thought again.

The steady stream of air rushing in from his open window was incredibly refreshing, almost acting as an incentive for his primal urgency to get home. He found his heart quickening at the thought of all the ways he could make her squeal. A large grin spread across his face as he turned the corner of their street.

She felt even hotter than before, even as a light breeze from the open window reached the coolness of water on her face. As she unbuttoned the two uppermost buttons of her dress, showing off more than enough cleavage, a drop of water fell down. She was struck with the sensation of being a queen again, as her mind raced towards being treated like one. Desert anyone?

He found himself in a growing frenzy as he fumbled for his door key and felt his heart pounding in his chest like a rabid caged animal trying to escape. The approaching realization of the knot of thoughts that had been running around his head all day had him shivering with fervour. He slipped the key home and silently turned the lock and opened the door carefully to silently make his way inside.

She remembered that there was some left over pie in the fridge, and decided to whip up some cream. As she bends over to get a bowl, she can’t help but think of him approaching her from the rear and… “Whipped cream!” she called out. She came to her senses then took out the cream from the fridge, poured it into the bowl, got out the electric mixer and started to whip the cream with frustration.

As he delicately treaded his way through the living room doorway, he was relieved to hear the buzz of some noisy appliance to mask his approach. Good, he wanted to surprise her. He edged nearer the kitchen entrance and peaked around to find her back facing him, preparing something on the counter. He slipped soundlessly closer, apprehensive of ruining his approach now that he was so near. It was obvious to him that she was still blissfully ignorant of his presence when he found himself delicately sliding his hands around her curvaceous waist line and meeting around her abdomen. He felt her quiver slightly at his touch. He pushed himself dangerously closer and leaned in close to whisper in her right ear “Hi you, did you miss me?”.

A rush of excitement flowed through her body as she realized he was embracing her, and all the thoughts from the day rushed through her head. She turned off the mixer, trembling…

He was on his way home from a hard day's labour. It was a sizzling midsummers afternoon. He could feel a drop of sweat trickle down the side of his face. He knew what he wanted when he got home. Nothing as trivial or mundane as a simple dinner would pacify the bubbling and ...