Help Jane dry the dishes

"Nobody's here yet. Let me help you dry," John said. He stepped up beside Jane and took a dishcloth.

"Oh, all right," Jane said.

"Thanks! Since I went off to college, I had to get good at taking care of my own dishes. I've kinda gotten into it," John said. "My mom said it would help me with the ladies."

Jane laughed.

"No, really, she gave me a big kiss when I washed up after dinner last night," John said.

John dried the dishes, rubbing his fingertips against her hands each time she gave him a clean one. After wiping the surface dry, he polished each plate and bowl in little circles, round and round, like he was polishing Jane's nipple or clit. Each fork or knife he rubbed up and down with the dishtowel like he was stroking his cock. Each spoon got both treatments, up and down the handle and round and round the bowl.

When all the dishes were dry and in the rack, John put his arm around Jane's waist and hugged her again. "I'm glad I got to see you before things got busy. Is there anything else I can help you with now?"

Jane smiled, letting John hug her around the waist.

"These two dishes go on the top shelf," Jane said. "Could you be a dear and put them up for me?"

John felt her body close behind him as she pointed out where the dishes should go.