Dinner time

As Sarah and Kyle walked side by side down the aisle of the local supermarket, their arms brushing against each other in a way that seemed entirely normal yet somehow intensely intimate, the air between them crackled with a charged energy that was impossible to ignore.

"What do you think?" Sarah asked, nodding towards a display of organic lettuce. "I've been meaning to try that new salad recipe I found online." Her gaze flickered briefly to Kyle, whose hand was casually resting lightly on her hips.

"Sounds good," his palm squeezing her hip affectionately. "I thought some stake and salad would be perfect for tonight." Kyle winked down at her, a teasing glint in his dark eyes. Sarah laughed lightly, feeling her cheeks flush.

"Good idea!" Sarah's grabbed the bag of lettuce and placed it in the cart. After a brief look around she leaned in closer to Kyle, her breasts pressing lightly against his arm. "This is so nice. It was so long since I have done grocery shopping with Chad." She lead Kyle further down the aisle, her hand finding his once again, intertwining their fingers. "I mean, he's a good husband and all, but..." Her voice trailed off, her face flushing.

Kyle smiled warmly, squeezing her hand, "Do not worry about him now, let's chose the stake!" He quickly pecked her lips, their gazes locked.

A few hours later, Sarah and Kyle returned to her house, arms full of bags. "I will bring those to the kitchen, you grab the rest!" Kyle called out over his shoulder as he jogged up the steps to the house. He placed the bags of groceries on the counter and glanced back to see Sarah bringing the bags with salad and veggies.

Her summer dress hung loosely from her shoulders, revealing just a bit more cleavage than usual as she reached across Kyle to put the veggies in the sink. "Can you wash those, I will go change?" She turned back to go upstairs, but was quickly pulled back right into Kyle's kiss. His hands found their way up her back, under her dress, and cupped her bare bottom.

"Mmm, can't wait to try you out," he murmured against her lips, nibbling gently. His tongue danced with hers, and he groaned into their kiss. Sarah felt herself getting lighter, as her hand went around his shoulder. Kyle chuckled, deepening their kiss, and then he pulled away.

"You're getting dizzy," he said with a wicked grin, and gave a light snap on her nose, "Go take a shower and change!" He released her, giving her a little push toward the stairs.

Sarah giggled, and made a few steps back, "Does Daddy want this little slut to wear anything specific for dinner?" Her voice was teasing, her body swaying slightly in front of him. Kyle's gaze traveled over her summer dress that barely covered er knees, "Well, maybe just an apron? Naked apron is kinda hot."

Sarah nodded, grinning mischievously as she climbed the stairs, the sound of her high heels clicking on the wooden floor fading away. Kyle watched her leave, his eyes trailing her figure until she disappeared from view. Stretching a bit he began to wash veggies and other salad ingredients, humming a tune under his breath as he worked.

The kitchen was nice and fresh, filled with the scent of fresh herbs and spices. He unpacked the stake and set it aside, taking out all the necessary ingredients to make a delicious marinade. After a while, the shower upstairs stopped and Sarah cried out from the top of the stairs, "Can you close your eyes for a bit?"

Kyle glanced up from the cutting board, his heart skipping a beat. "Sure, just be quick." He closed his eyes, waiting, his other senses heightened. He could hear her footsteps coming down the stairs, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. The scent of her shampoo filled the air, and he could practically taste her skin as it brushed against his cheek. When her hands finally touched his shoulders, he opened his eyes, meeting her gaze.

"Do you like it?" she asked with a sultry smile, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the apron she wore. All of her front was covered, not letting an inch of her skin be visible. She took a step back and spun around. The apron only covered the front of her body, leaving her back and sides completely bare. Her hips, ass and even side-boobs were on full display when she did a couple more spinning motions. Her long, silky hair flowed around her, making her movements even more sensual.

"Very nice," Kyle managed to say, his voice strained. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "You look... incredible." He continued to watch her as she moved around the kitchen, her body swaying with every step. She seemed to be enjoying the attention she was getting from him. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his, and smiled coyly.

"I will finish the salad, and you can do the stake?" Sarah asked, her voice soft and inviting. Kyle nodded, his eyes still fixed on her, taking in every curve of her body. The cooking process however was hard for Kyle to focus on. He found himself losing track of what he was doing, only to realize that his hand was cupping Sarah's ass cheek while she was bent over, picking up an ingredient from the lower shelf. And once his hand was placed there, it seemed to take her longer to find the ingredient, her movements becoming more sensual and provocative.

Their little dance went on like this for some time, with Kyle caressing her skin whenever she was close enough and Sarah teasing him with her body language. She would brush against him, or lean in close as if to whisper something in his ear, her breasts pressing against his arm. It felt like they were playing a game of cat and mouse, both of them enjoying the thrill of the chase.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the food was finished. Two plates of stake and salad sat on the kitchen island, steaming and fragrant. Kyle couldn't help but marvel at how perfect it all looked. He glanced over at Sarah, who was leaning against the counter, her chest heaving with each labored breath. She seemed to be enjoying the moment as well, her eyes traveling over his body, assessing his reaction to their little game.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked, while her hand slowly traveled behind, until it reached the small of her back. Her fingers found the thin strap of her apron and slowly started to slide it off her shoulder, revealing more and more of her neck, and chest. "Let's eat, Daddy." With the last words, the apron fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked.

Kyle felt his mouth go dry, but slight hunger still tugging at his gut, he couldn't help but be distracted by the sight of her. He got the plates in both hands, Shara grabbed the glaces and the bottle of wine, and they both got to the living room table. Setting the table and uncorking the wine felt like it took forever, as they kept stealing glances at each other, their eyes drinking in the sight of each other's bodies.

Once everything was in place, Sarah climbed onto Kyle's lap, her legs straddling his hips, her body pressed against his. Her breasts, soft and warm, brushed against his shirt, making it feel damp and hot. She reached across the table and took one of the plates, expertly balancing it on her bent arm as she reached for a fork with her free hand.

"Daddy, open your mouth," Sarah whispered in his ear, her voice husky and sultry. Kyle felt his body shiver at her words as he parted his lips, revealing his eager tongue. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his lips, and gently guided the forkful of salad into his mouth. He closed his lips around the food, savoring the taste of it as it mingled with her skin. He could feel her breath on his neck, her hand moving to cradle his cheek.

As they ate, Sarah continued to tease him with her body. Every time she reached for another sip of wine, a couple of drops escaped her lips landing on Kyle's shirt, making her lick the damp spot, or on her own breasts. "Oh, Daddy... This slut is sooo messy," she would whisper in his ear, giggling, all the while getting her breast to his lips, making him lick and suck on her nipples as if they were lollipops.

But finally, the food was done, and Sarah slowly chewed on the last bit of steak while looking directly in Kyle's eyes. She swallowed and licked her lips, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath. "Daddy, would you like desert?" she purred, her voice low and sultry. Kyle felt his heart skip a beat, his mouth already watering at the thought of having her again.

"Oh, yes," he managed to croak out, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his blood in his ears. "I'd love some desert." Sarah smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief, and climbed off of him, walking over to the other side of the table. She reached down and grabbed the cheesecake, bringing it over to where he sat.

As she bent down to set the dessert in front of him, she made sure to brush her body against his, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her hips grinding against his lap. "Here you go, Daddy," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

"Where is your portion?" Kyle asked, a smile playing on his lips.

Sarah giggled, her eyes sparkling as she slowly lowered herself under the table, her body brushing against Kyle's legs. "I'm such a naughty girl, Daddy," she whispered, her breath warm against his thigh. "I forgot to bring my own desert. Do you mind if I... make some of my own?" She reached out with one hand, unzipping his pants and freeing his erect penis.