[I was inspired to write this story after reading a few hot kitchen poems: “Kitchen’s Open” by Wet Bliss, “Did You Bake These Cookies For Me?” by BruisedBelly, and “Something’s Cooking ~ A Duet” by both of these talented writers. Some sexy cooking worth reading, so please click on these links! Now for my take on a kitchen story… it’s erotic fiction that’s meant for mature readers only.]
“Man, it’s hot,” Dustin said as the steam rose from the pot of boiling water. “We need to get that AC unit fixed.”
“That, and the hundred other things needing work around here,” Tammy replied.
Dustin sighed a sigh that said he knew fully well about those hundred things, and he simply said, “Yeah, I know.” He broke the spaghetti noodles and tilted his hand downward, so that the hard noodles slid down into the boiling water in the pot, like de-branched tree trunks rolling down a hillside into the awaiting river.
Tammy finished her soda, then looked at him and said, “‘If it’s too hot, get out of the kitchen.’ Haven’t you heard that one before?”
“Sure I have. I don’t like it, because I always figured it was giving up. And I don’t give up.”
At first, Tammy frowned at the casual way Dustin had said this, like it was an after-thought. But he didn’t say things like that flippantly. Not usually, at least. Then her frown eased. “No,” she said, “you don’t. You just don’t know how to fix an AC unit.”
“Wish I did, though.” Dustin looked at the broken unit in the window and truly wished he could fix the damn thing. He turned back to his wife and said, “I’d rather the saying go, ‘If it’s too hot, take off your clothes.'”
“Ha.” It wasn’t a deep laugh, simply an amused chuckle. “You would.”
“Of course I would. ‘Cause it makes sense.”
Then Dustin had that look in his eye, the one that Tammy was quite familiar with. She said nothing, just waited to see what he’d do next.
That’s when he took his shirt off. Simply turned toward her and yanked the t-shirt right over his head and tossed it over the kitchen table. Immediately, he wondered why he hadn’t done that earlier. It was much more comfortable without that shirt on. Just like it had been when he’d taken his socks and shoes off earlier. In the summer, Tammy always walked around the house barefoot, and that was the right idea.
Tammy had watched the flight of his shirt, then she looked at her husband’s now-naked chest and asked, “Oh? Is that how it’s going to be?”
“Damn straight, that’s how it’s going to be.”
“Okay then.” She pulled her own t-shirt over her head and tossed it. It didn’t land on Dustin’s shirt, but next to it.
“Mmm,” Dustin hummed. “I wouldn’t think you’d wear a bra with how hot it is.”
“It’s not comfy, believe me. You’d rather me go around without a bra on?”
“Sure. Just around the house, though. I don’t want guys out there staring at your nipples. I’ve seen how they poke at your shirts, you can see ’em easily.”
“Guys’ll stare anyway. Men are pigs.”
“We sure are. Oink, oink.” Dustin pushed down his shorts and threw them further than his shirt had flown.
Tammy folded her arms in front of her chest and cocked her hip to the side. “I could ask you the same thing, why you wear underwear.”
Dustin shrugged. “Don’t know. Habit, I guess. But it’d probably be cooler without it. I’ll have to try that tomorrow.”
She tipped her head at the bulge in his crotch, a gesture to point at it. “Just don’t get a hard-on. Your dick’ll poke out from under your shorts. You don’t want all the guys out there staring at it, do you?”
Dustin had to chuckle. “You’re right. They’d all get jealous over how big I am.”
Which made Tammy chuckle louder. “You’re a cocky son of a bitch.” She unfolded her arms and put her hands on her hips, still cocked to one side, and she said with a grin, “But I love it.”
to be continued…