Having fun in the kitchen

I heard the distant whirring of the food mixer, and the prospect of some of Tina's delicious home baked cookies lured me away from the dull confines of my office, down to the kitchen.

Strolling through the open door, I found myself tempted by a treat of a very different sort. Bent over the counter, |Tina's bountiful ass strained against the fabric of her skirt as she ground and bucked against her hand.

The little minx was clearly teasing me, she must have heard me coming and decided to let me "catch" her.

"Ahem, need a hand there, sweetness?" I asked playfully.

She started, giving a delightful squeak of surprise and a wide-eyed stare. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought I'd genuinely caught her off guard.

"You know, I should probably punish you for having your fun without me," I teased, landing a firm swat on her oh so tempting behind and receiving a lustful moan as my reward.

"What do you say babe," I leaned over pinning her to the counter to murmur in her ear, "time for a quickie before the kids surface?"

"Please," She moaned in a voice heavy with need, "please fuck me."

I didn't need to be asked twice, and it was clear she was in no mood to be kept waiting. I hitched up her skirt and tugged her panties to one side to expose a pussy already pink and glistening with her juices. Normally I'd have taken so time to make sure she was good and ready for me, but it seemed she'd done that work for me already. Instead, I took a grip on her wide hips and plunged right in.

"Oh fuck yes!" she cried as slid home, her soaked cunt welcoming me in.

There was something strange and wild about the way she writhed under me. She was clearly loving it and the harder I rode her the rougher she seemed to want it, but at the same time it almost felt like she wasn't really herself. I pulled her hair and slapped her ass and despite her enthusiastic response, I was struck by the thought that this felt more like masturbation than sex. The way she reacted to my needs almost before I'd felt them myself, the way she pushed back on me perfectly in sync with my thrusts. It felt great, but it was almost too perfect, like she was a puppet, a toy for me to use, not a genuine partner.

"God damn, Tina, what the hell has gotten into you?" I grunted, "Not that I'm complaining, but god-damn, this is fucking hot!"

"He-he," she giggled, What's gotten into me? That's other than you, you mean? Would you believe me if I told you..."

She broke off as yanked at her hair, too caught up in the moment to listen even if she had been able to give a coherent answer.

"Tell me later" I grunted, "So close, need to finish..."

I groaned, unable to hold back a moment longer, coming harder than I had in a long time. Tina's own climax swept through her, leaving her babbling and whimpering a stream of nonsense I couldn't make out.

We almost never managed to cum together, and the fact that we'd managed it so quickly made had me wonder if there wasn't something more than spontaneous horniness going on...