In the Kitchen With DinahbySeptember Skye©
Steven looked up over the trees at a hot, burning sun in the summer sky. His forehead and bare chest were glistening with sweat, and he raised a dirty hand to wipe it away from his eyebrows. Two more hours, then he would rest. He went back to the task at hand, swinging his axe and letting it fall against the piece of wood, splitting it in half.
Steven Andrews had been working for the summer colony for five weeks. It was a good way of earning money this time of year, and to get a chance to live close to a lake. He and five other men spent their days building new cabins, fixing up the old bridge and the boats, and helping out with other tasks where needed. At the present he was chopping wood for the main cabin, where the summer guests would gather in the evenings. It was hard, sweaty work, but he liked it.
"That sure looks like a handful. Are you sure you don't need to take a break?" The light voice came from behind, and he turned around. Dinah, wife of the colony's owner, was walking down the slope from the main cabin with a tray of glasses, filled with juice and ice. She smiled at him.
"That looks like a handful," he said. "Better watch your step with that tray. Or why don't you just tell us to come get it from the kitchen?"
"I wouldn't let you boys walk all over my kitchen with your shoes, now would I? Here." She offered him a glass, and he took it. The rest were for the men painting a boat near the bridge, farther down the hill. He swept the glass greedily.
"Thank you. You're an angel, Dinah." He smiled at her. With her round, innocent face, sweet smile and curly brown hair she really did look like an angel. She was more than ten years younger than Henry Cray, her husband, and that made her the same age as Steven. He watched her as she walked away, taking in her hips swaying in tight jeans shorts, and her tanned legs moving gingerly down the beaten path in the grass.
He shook his head. It wasn't the first time he had been watching her; no man around these parts could help noticing how attractive she was. But she was a married woman, and that was that. And even if he thought she was smiling at him in an encouraging way sometimes he knew he simply had a lively imagination.
Two hours later it was time for dinner, and Steven went to wash up in the house he shared with the other workers. His friend Robert was already there, changing into fresher clothes, and they chatted all the way up to the Crays' house near the main cabin. They usually had dinner at a row of tables right outside the kitchen, tables that last year had been used outdoors at Henry's restaurant, before he bought the old colony and decided to fix it up. As the other men arrived Dinah brought them their dinner, and they gave her polite thanks, and not-so-polite looks when she walked back into the house.
"Now, that's something I would like to set my teeth in," Robert said with a low voice, looking at Dinah's behind as it disappeared into the kitchen. Steven laughed.
"Better keep your mind on the food instead," he replied, but privately he thought they all badly needed another trip to town, to hit the local bars. It was Thursday now; tomorrow they would go and have some fun. But at that moment Dinah peaked out through the door again, looking at him.
"Steven, would you mind helping me with the dishes later? The machine is broken."
"Umm . . . sure," Steven said, and she gave him one of her trademark smiles and went back inside. The jokes from the other guys were instant and friendly, and Steven jabbed back at them before digging into his dinner.
After he finished Steven went into the kitchen, where Dinah had her hands full baking a pie. "Reporting for duty!" he said.
"Great, thank you. You can stand over there," she replied, nodding in the direction of one of the two kitchen sinks. "I'll just finish this and then I'll come help you."
Steven set to work, and soon found himself standing alone in a kitchen with Henry's wife, while the other men left the tables one by one. For a while there was silence, as they were both working. Steven tried to come up with something to talk about, but failed. When Dinah had finished baking her pie she put it in the oven, set the timer, and then came over to him.
"Okay, now, I'll do the rest of it while you dry the plates," she said.
"No, that's all right, I can finish it." He was scrubbing a plate vigorously.
"Come on, move over." She reached for one of the glasses in the sink, but she was too quick and it slipped through her hands, hit the floor and broke in a thousand pieces.
"Oh, damn!" she cursed, bending down. She picked up one of the largest pieces, but moved too hastily again, giving herself a nasty cut. "Ouch! Darn!"
Steven bent down quickly, took her hand and held it over the sink. "Does it hurt much?"
"Yes." She pouted.
"You need to take it easy. Do I make you nervous?" he said, jokingly.
"Yes," she replied.
He was surprised. "I do?"
She paused. Then she said, in a lower voice: "Sometimes."
Steven had no idea how to reply to that. He got a towel and held it around her hand, pressing hard, and avoided looking into her eyes. Neither of them spoke.
"There. Feels better now?" he said finally.
"Yes, thank you."
He looked at her, and then, before he had time to change his mind, he leaned forward to kiss her lips. She gave a small gasp, but didn't move. Her lips were soft, and had a wonderful taste . . . but he pulled away.
"I'm sorry, I. . . ."
"No, don't be," Dinah said. "It's . . . it's all right. We. . . ." She took hold of his shirt, hesitating. Then she leaned forward and kissed him back. He put his arms around her and pushed her against a locker with his kisses, tasting her greedily. How he had longed for this!
When they finally pulled away from each other Dinah was gasping for air. Steven turned her around, kissing her neck, cupping her breasts and pressing his body against hers. Her ass against his trousers aroused him. She put her hands on the kitchen sink, pushing against him, moving her head to one side so he could kiss her neck better. But then she turned around again, and turned off the oven -- the pie would have to wait.
"Not here," she said. "Come." She kissed him one more time and then led him through a door down to the basement, locking it behind them. As Steven looked around he realized it wasn't a bad place for what they were about to do. The floor was made of light wood, and the walls were clad in the same material. The windows were small, close to the ceiling, and there were thick bushes planted outside. It wasn't cold; though there was a lot of dry food down here on the shelves, none of it was of the kind that required a cool storage. For that they had a cellar closer to the lake.
A bed stood placed between two of the shelves, and Dinah explained as she came down the stairs behind him: "Last summer was very hot, so Henry decided we should put a bed down here just in case. More even temperature."
Henry. Her husband. "Do you think Henry. . . ." Steven began, but she cut him off by placing a finger over his lips.
"Don't think about him. He is in town with his friends, and won't be back before midnight. I'm lonely, Steven. Please keep me company."
He had never seen this side of her -- but then, it wasn't a side she would show to a half dozen men if she wanted any peace. Now, however. . . .
"I will, Dinah." He kissed her again, and they tore at each other's clothes. His shirt fell to the floor, and so did her t-shirt, revealing her firm breasts. Her bra followed it, and as he pulled off her shorts he had to lick his lips. Those thighs, those legs, those hips . . . she was made for this.
Both naked they fell on the bed, kissing, feeling, breathing heavily. Steven's hands went through the curls of her hair as he kissed her neck, and then he was massaging her naked breasts, licking them, sucking her nipples into his mouth.
"Oh, Steve. . . ." she ran her fingers through his hair, pressed him down against her. Still sucking on one of her nipples his right hand went to her hips, and he found that she opened her legs willingly. He carressed her wet pussy, and she moaned deeply.
"God, I want you," she said. Steven kissed her again, and then pulled her up in a sitting position, while he stood up next to the bed.
"Then show me what you can do, baby," he said, smiling. She smiled back and took his cock in her hands. It was hard as rock. She licked its shaft, bent her head to the side to run her lips up and down against it, while looking up at him teasingly. He took a deep breath, and her mouth closed around his glance.
She sucked him for a while, and he stood there motionless, enjoying it. Then he told her to lie down, and she hastened to obey. She spread her legs, and carressed herself for him to see. "I'm hot, Steven. Please fuck me."
"Ohh, yes." He had never wanted a woman this much in his entire life! He laid down between her legs and smoothly pushed into her, finding her wet and ready. Her nails dug into his back while he fucked her, and she groaned heavily, eventually so loud that he thought it could be heard beyond the windows. But he didn't care.
He turned her around and fucked her from behind, smacking the ass that had been driving him mad for weeks. She liked that. "Mmm, more," she said, and he smacked her again, harder, and again and again.
"You like it?" he asked.
"Yes," she moaned.
"You like it when I smack your ass? Tell me."
"Mmm, I love it when you smack my ass. It makes me hot -- oh!"
He plunged into her even deeper, her words driving him to fuck her harder. He wondered how much she liked this kind of talk, and decided to find out.
"You're a hot little slut, aren't you?"
"Yesss. . . ." she said.
"Tell me you're a slut, Dinah. I want to hear you say it."
"Mmm . . . I . . . I'm a slut! Ohhh. . . ."
He pushed deep, then pulled out again, and moved up against the wall in a sitting position. She straddled him, her eyes closed as she sank down over his firm cock. She started moving, her legs and her breasts glistening with sweat, and Steven knew his body looked the same. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucked on it, then grabbed her ass and held it as she moved up and down.
"You like this? You enjoy fucking yourself on my cock, Dinah?"
"Yes, God, I like it," she replied.
"I . . . like fucking myself . . . on your cock." She put her hands on his shoulders, and put her head next to his. He couldn't see her eyes, but he knew they would be closed.
"You're a sexy little slut, aren't you? A slut who needs cock. Say it."
"Mm, I . . . I don't know if I can. . . ."
"Say it!" He thrusted and she shouted, his cock pushing deep into her easily in this position. He did it twice more.
"I . . . I'm a sexy little slut. I need cock. Yeess. . .!" She liked it, and he knew she did.
"You need to have your pussy fucked real hard, don't you? Say it."
"I . . . oh, God. . . ."
He pushed inside her again, and again, hard, and she gasped for air.
"I need to be fucked real hard! This is so good!" She rode him faster, looking at him now, her teeth clenched as she impaled herself, her clitoris grinding against him. "Talk to me more! More!"
"I love fucking you," he said, "I love fucking your sexy body. God, it's so good. . . . Your pussy is so good . . . so tight around my cock. God, you're such a sexy little girl. . . ."
"Oh, Steven. . . ."
". . .a horny little slut who needs to be fucked hard. . ."
"Oh, Steve, oh. . . ."
". . .you need a hard cock filling your pussy, feel it moving inside of you, between your sexy thighs, fucking your body like the slut you are. . ."
"Oh, GOOOD!" She came, shouting again and again, grinding herself against him and holding on to his shoulders hard. He pushed inside her once, twice, and she was gasping for air with the last of her energy, before she fell down against him.
They both stopped moving.
"That felt so good," she whispered finally.
He held her tight, loving the feeling of her body against his, and waited for her to calm down until he started moving again. Slowly, with firm, determined motions, and then he threw her down on her back, still inside of her, holding his arms under her and pumping like mad. Her head, her whole body, moved up and down, up and down as he took her, used her, and she held on to the bed posts when his cock fucked her hard between her spread legs. And then finally he came, groaning, pumping his hot seed inside of her in long, hard thrusts, filling her, until he slowed down . . . slower . . . slower . . . and was still. . . .
They didn't say anything for a long time. They just rested.
"Oh, I needed that," she whispered finally. He kissed her cheek.
"I'm glad you liked it."
"I loved it," she replied. He moved out of her, and she went to pick up her clothes, and grabbed a kitchen towel from a shelf to clean her body. Then she took another towel, came back to kneel on the bed, and wiped his chest.
Steven lay still, carressing her arm, looking at her beautiful body while she dried him. "I hope you didn't mind me talking like that. . . ."
"No, it . . . it turned me on. I liked it," she smiled.
He moved his hand over her smooth hips. "Can we do that again?"
She didn't answer him. He looked at her face, and she seemed to be thinking, weighing her options.
"We'll see," she said finally. She dropped the towels on the floor, and lay down next to him. He held her in his arms.
"We'll see," she said again. "I would like to. Let's not say when or where right now, okay? No pressure, no plans. Not now. I just want you to hold me."
And he held her, close, hoping that she could feel his affection through his embrace. Wishing the summer would never end.