Thank you for reading my short story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx Yorkshire, England.
My husband Tom was at work, as he was most days, I work part time, mostly from home, and today was a day at home, hubby tends to work from home on Fridays, and with little work to do, we would often laze around together, have intimate moments that I loved, my orgasmic screams echoing around the house. I don't know why, but I woke up so aroused today, must have been having a bunch of hot dreams.
It was time my online shopping was due and so I had an eye out keeping a watch for them, I had my bags already by the front door. I saw the van approaching and grabbed my bags and went out to meet the driver. The driver was, according to the text from the shop, named Kevin, he had been a few times before, and was, so he said, from Kent, certainly his accent wasn't a Yorkshire accent.
"Good morning Kevin," I greeted him.
"Good morning Lisa, are you good today and have you seen your substitutions?"
"Yes thank you Kevin, no problems at all."
I had ordered supermarket own brand Weetabix, they are half the price of actual Weetabix, but they had substituted original weetabix for the own brand, and I still paid the own brand price. Bonus. Kevin started bringing trays of foods out of the van and I emptied them into my bags. All done, sixty-three items and all into four bags, two of them heavy with the two litre bottles of milk, I have four a week as we both have cereal, so they were split across two bags.
I squiggled a signature on Kevin's tablet, and he was done and gone, leaving me with four bags of shopping. Sentra from next door came out from her house and said:
"Let me give you a hand Lisa, those bags look heavy."
"Thank you, Sentra, yes, thank you."
I grabbed the two heavier bags, Sentra picked up the others and followed me in, using her bottom to shut the door behind us. We put the shopping on the dining table.
"Thank you, Sentra, tea?"
"Oh, yes please. That would be nice."
I don't see Sentra that often, her husband Ali doesn't like her to mix with other people, and especially not men. She would not dare come to our house if Tom were at home. As the kettle was boiling I put the spoilable items in fridge, the milk, butter, strawberries, a chicken, some mince and some lamb chops, everything else could wait.
"I have Yorkshire or Spicy Chai, which would you prefer?"
"Chai please with a splash of milk and some sugar if I may."
"Of course." Easy, chai bag in a mug for her, Yorkshire in a mug for me. We did often have chai, but I wasn't in the mood for it today."
"I have to say Sentra that the aromas that come from your house when you are cooking are fantastic, I am so jealous of Ali, I really am, they must be so flavoursome."
"Oh goodness, thank you, just simple meals really with some spices. I shall save you a portion next time."
"Gosh, thank you. Let's take our tea into the sitting room."
Sentra was wearing a full-length lilac kaftan style dress, down to her ankles, covering her arms and shoulders, with a shallow vee neck to her décolletage. To be honest she looked quite stunning. I was just wearing a simple summer dress that was about four or five inches above my knee, in blue with white piping, no bra, I'm only a b cup and at home I don't usually bother, nor do I usually wear knickers unless I am going out. Today I hadn't planned on going out.
Sentra sat in the armchair in front of the window and I sat on the sofa opposite.
"Ali does not like to use online shopping; he prefers I buy fresh from the shops." She said, "how easy is it?"
"Oh dead easy. You can do it on a mobile with an app, but I prefer to use the website on my computer. Once you have shopped with them, they compile a list of your regular purchases, and you can go there and add things to your trolley. Then you can look at the special offers or search for specific items, this week for example, Red Salmon was on special, so I got some of that, it goes fab with pickled cucumber for lunch sandwiches."
"Goodness, but of course you cannot feel the quality yourself."
"No, but if you don't think something is good enough, you can return it to the delivery driver for a full refund. I rarely have an issue."
"I may talk to Ali and see if we can do it for the same old same old regular stuff like milk or detergent."
"It is worth a try Sentra."
I noticed her attention was more at my knees, and I realised that she could probably see that I wasn't wearing knickers, I mentally shrugged, this was my house, so my rules.
"Your husband does not work on Fridays?"
"Well, sort of, he works from home, and he usually has little to do, so we tend to spend the day together."
"Yes, yes, I hear sometimes."
I smiled, well, windows are opened and sound travels. "I hope that we don't offend you," I said and parted my knees just a little more, I felt like teasing her.
"Gracious no, someone to have pleasure is not offensive to me."
"Well, good, I am sure that you have your own pleasures with Ali, or perhaps by yourself, and so it all balances out."
She was quiet, and then slowly shook her head, "no, it is not like that for me," she said quietly.
I wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that. "Oh that's a shame, but there is always your friend, I said waving a finger in the air and then making a stroking motion.
She was quiet.
"How is the chai?" I asked, keen to delve deeper, but decided perhaps I shouldn't.
"The chai is wonderful, it is not the brand I usually buy, I usually get Royal Chai.
"I have tried that, but I don't take sugar and find it too sweet, that is why I buy Twinning, unsweetened you see."
"Oh yes, it is difficult if you don't like sugar, most Asian foods are sweetened as we like our food sweet."
"Oh I would just put so much weight on, no, I actually prefer unsweetened food," I said slightly pressing my heels together, which in turn slightly moved my knees further apart. I don't know why I was teasing her; it is really not like me.
We chatted about nothing of consequence, me showing varying degrees of naked fanny, my nipples prominent in my dress, and then she said she needed to go and start preparing dinner for Ali. We stood and at the door as she was about to go, we hugged, my knee may have pressed her crotch as we did so. I smiled to myself; I can be so naughty.
When Tom came home I said that we were going out for tea to the Brown Cow in Bingley, but first I had some Hors D'Oevres in mind and pulled my sundress over my head and headed up to the bedroom. I had been so astonishingly aroused by my teasing of Sentra that I need satisfying. This was not going to be a lingering session of love making. As Tom followed me into the bedroom I opened his belt, pulled his trousers and underpants down, pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, his dick disappearing inside me like a rat up a drainpipe. Oh that felt good, his dick filling, stretching me, his foreskin sliding down his shaft as I settled on him.
"Fuck baby, wow, what's got into you baby?" Tom gasped as I pressed down, taking his full length inside me.
"Been think of you all day lover and just got wetter and wetter, I need you."
"Baby, yes." He gasped a little as I rocked forwards, his dick sliding outwards, my fanny voiding. He gasped more when I rocked backwards, and his dick was once more buried in my fanny. Back and forth I rocked, his dick sliding within me, a wonderful feeling of fullness, of completeness, I love my husband's dick inside me, it makes me feel alive as a woman. He started rising as I rocked, adding to the pressures, the tingles building inside me, I was gasping too, our personal symphony of love playing in our bedroom.
