A relaxing afternoon

When James brought out a sandwich, Michelle looked at him funny.

"Aren't you hungry?" she asked.

"You just said to make you a sandwich, ma'am."

Michelle held her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. "You don't have to call me 'ma'am' right now. If you're hungry, make yourself something, too. I'll wait."

So James went back to the kitchen, then soon returned with his own lunch. He sat next to Michelle on the couch, and they watched a documentary about Italian literature while they ate. When they were done eating, she put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him tight against her side.

James felt small and weak. This girl, small as she may be, was still bigger and stronger than him, putting him in a position he'd never been in before. It was a little scary, but also kind of comforting. In that moment, he didn't have to take care of anyone, not even himself. James leaned his head against her shoulder and watched the show.

Halfway through the documentary, the presenter started interviewing a distinguished looking man with glasses. As he talked in a thick Italian accent, Michelle reached over and laid her hand gently on James' cock. She didn't jerk it, just absentmindedly rubbed it.

This quickly became **** for James. He hadn't been allowed to touch himself or cum earlier, and this was not enough stimulation to get him there. He turned to Michelle and said, "Can we have sex now? Please?"

Without looking away from the TV, Michelle said, "Not right now."

This went on for several minutes, but Michelle stopped rubbing his naked cock when the interview with the distinguished looking man ended. The next few hours were spent casually watching other shows, with Michelle talking about her work and her friends during the commercials.

Towards the end of the afternoon, Michelle looked at James and said, "So, what are you making for dinner?"

"Um, I don't know. Let me check what you have."

"I went grocery shopping recently, so I'm pretty stocked up. Make it something special!"

James went to the kitchen. Without his phone he couldn't look up recipes, but he did know how to make decent spaghetti, so he made that. Michelle seemed pleased, and they had a nice dinner together.

When they were done, James took the dishes to the kitchen and washed them. This was all beginning to feel very domestic in a weird way. Then he noticed that he'd left the butter out, so he put it back in the fridge and closed the door.

When he turned around he saw Michelle had been standing directly behind him. She was so close it startled him, and he took a step back, pushing up against the refrigerator. The taller (relatively) woman put one hand against the fridge over his shoulder and leaned in close. James had no room to move, trapped by her arm on one side and the kitchen wall on the other. Her large chest was almost brushing against him. He felt out of breath.

"That was a good dinner, baby," said Michelle.

"Thank you."

She slapped him, knocking his head against her arm. He felt frightened, but incredibly turned on.

"Thank you, ma'am," corrected James.

Michelle looked down at him intently, then leaned in and kissed him hard. James was frozen for a few seconds, but started to relax as her tongue **** its way into his mouth. He put his hands around her slender waist, but Michelle grabbed both of his wrists and pushed them against the fridge on either side of his head. She held him there tightly, kissing him more and more passionately.

Finally, Michelle pulled back, but still held the panting man against the fridge. She looked at him intently and said, "It looks like baby needs a good, hard fuck. Is that right, baby?"

James could only nod.