Her kitchen

I keep remembering her kitchen. Valentines Day.
It was the first time I started off touching her. Not much conversation. No talk of feelings. I just started on her after her son went down for a nap.

We were in her kitchen. I don't remember why, but her back was to me and and I grabbed her. I kissed her neck; her ear; the back of her neck. My hands were on her breasts, her hips, her stomach... they were everywhere.

They ended up in her pants. I played with her, I fingered her, I kissed her neck. She was pushed against the counter; left side of the sink. I remember like it was today.

She kept moaning and quivering, and gasping. She gyrated her ass against my crotch as I rubbed her, with my mouth on the back of her neck. She kept reaching back to to rub my dick and that's when I would push in a finger or add some more pressure to my fondling.

I just wanted her to get off. Right there in the kitchen. Back to me, clothes on and everything

She asked me to go with her to the other room. It got sweaty again and that was her first comment about my stamina that day.

I still remember the kitchen though. I can't forget it. That was Passion.