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Introduction:

Jen and George have a little fun in the kitchen...
Chapter 6- The Kitchen Scene

Jen mumbled to herself as she scrubbed dishes. The cabins were old enough not to have a dedicated dish washing machine, which meant the girls had to wash their dishes by hand. To make life easy for themselves they had agreed to make it a nightly duty. Unfortunately there always seemed to be more dishes than there was time, especially since the coaches were adamant about enforcing the curfew, and the boys never /quite/ got around to doing them either. Which meant that the dishes from the previous night would pile up underneath the current day’s load, which also had to be done. This led to an almost exponential build up of dishes, until the plates on the bottom were no longer pieces of porcelain or plastic, so much as flat furry discs. Since it was the last night before their departure the dishes absolutely had to be done, and the literal luck of the draw meant that the almost Herculean task had fallen to Jen.

That was how she found herself elbow deep in a sinful of warm, soapy water with strange little bits floating at the surface. She had forsaken using the rubber gloves in exchange for a better grip and was armed in one hand with a fine steel wool pad. Her opponent was a large pot that at one point might have been used to make macaroni and cheese for several dozen starving young girls, but now apparently had been left out in a not unsuccessful experiment at cultivating the molds necessary for the development of penicillin. With a sigh she pulled the pot out of the sink, and began to look for the knife that she had been using as an impromptu scraper. Once she found it she began to attack the fuzzy infestation, scraping and clearing in a maniacal frenzy.

She heard the floor creak from near the doorway, but ignored it as one of the first things the girls learned about the cabin is that they were old and prone to making odd noises. So she was rather surprised to feel two strong arms wrap around her as George stepped up behind her. She leaned back as his hands came to rest on her hips and he began to nuzzle her neck.

“Mmm, what are you doing?” she asked as he began to nibble at her ear.

“Well, if I remember correctly, the last time I was working in a kitchen you decided to pay me a visit,” he said as his hands began to move across her stomach towards her breasts. “So when Ashley told me what you were doing I decided to return the favor.”

“But I’ve got to get work done,” she protested, even though she didn’t quite want to. Especially not as he his hands slid under her shirt until his fingers were tracing the edge of her bra. She rubbed against him unconsciously, and could feel him beginning to respond.

“Oh, now where is the fun in that?” he asked as he pulled her bra up and away, so that it was resting on the top of her breasts. He tweaked her nipples with his pinky fingers as his hands went by, before allowing the tight fabric of her shirt to close back over her tits, rubbing against her nipples as they stiffened with arousal.

“Babe,” she tried to protest only for his hand to cover her mouth, cutting her off. Her skirt had begun to ride up at this point, so that the only thing left between them was her under shorts, already damp and pressing against her skin. His other hand slid down her across her skin and into her shorts. The fabric was meant to be just shy of skin tight, so there wasn’t quite enough room for him to move his hand. He settled instead for simply rubbing her sex with the tips of his fingers, until she was wet enough that some of it was leaking out onto his hand, all the while just barely brushing her clit with the tip of his middle finger. A surge of intense pleasure washed over Jen, eliciting a slight whimper.

“Shh,” he whispered into her ear before nibbling on the lobe. “If you make too much noise you might attract the others. I’m just going to have to make sure that you stay quiet, aren’t?” She could almost feel him grin as he just barely slid a finger inside of her and made a “come here” motion, causing her to gasp into her hand.

“Bad girl,” he whispered as he nuzzled her neck. “I thought I told you to be quiet.” His hand pulled away from her sex, still wet with a trace of her arousal on it, only to grab the hem of her shorts. With a few strong tugs he had managed to get it a little more than half way down her thigh before the fabric simply gave up trying to fight gravity and fell loosely around her ankles, leaving her entirely exposed to him. “Don’t you think you can be silent?” he asked.

She nodded as she felt his hand move away from her. There was a quiet snap followed by the hiss of an opening zipper and the rustle of a falling pair of jeans. His cock pressed against her, so that the tip was in the small of her back. The hand that had been silencing her slid down the front of her neck to cup the opposite breast, her hard nipple pressing into her palm. George crouched behind her, lining his cock up with her pussy. She braced herself on the edge of the sink, her hands slipping slightly in the soapy water that had splashed around it. She bit her lower lip, trying to keep her promise as he thrust into her, but she let out a small gasp anyway.

“What did I say about staying quiet?” George growled as his hand returned to cover her mouth. His other hand reached up to pull her shirt up over her bra, leaving her tits just as exposed as the rest of her. He began to fondle her breast as they fucked, squeezing it tightly as he pounded into her again and again. She tried to hold herself steady against the edge of the sink, but he was moving too fast too hard inside of her. Her hands slipped, falling into the sink with a loud but dull thud, splashing her face and tits with warm soapy water.

George stopped as she fell, and they both froze at the sound. The only motion in the kitchen was the slow drip of water and bubbles from between Jen’s breasts. His cock was still deep inside of her, and she could feel him quiver as his pulse raced. He began to slowly pull out only to slide back in just as leisurely. He leaned in close enough that she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, and her eyes fluttered as she let all of the sensations wash over her. “I thought I told you to be quiet,” George hissed. He bean to fondle one of her soapy breasts, his hand gliding across her now slick skin. “That wasn’t very quiet, now was it?”

She bit her lip and shook her head, swallowing the urge to pant and moan as he continued is slow rhythmic pumping. She rolled her hips against him, trying to find someway to match his pace, but every time he simply changed the pattern, sticking to it until she adjusted again. Slow and fast they went, his hand sliding from nipple to clit to hip and back again, until his hand was braced against the edge of the counter, his body pressing hotly against hers.

Jen was hot and wet, her slick pussy making it easy for him to move deep inside of her. Her mind was awash in a blaze of glowing pleasure, excited by the strangeness of it all. There was always quite a bit of passion between them, but this was something much different. They were in the middle of the kitchen and could be caught at any time, but that merely made her more excited. Then there was George’s sudden sense of possessiveness. It made her feel sexy to be wanted that badly, and that just made her even more eager for his attentions.

He brushed her clit at the same time that he thrust deep into her causing her to come hard, her fingers scratching at the bottom of the sink as every muscle in her body tightened up in response to her climax. They loosened almost as quickly and she sagged forward, her breasts falling into the warm water. The only thing to keep her on her feet was a combination of the counter’s support and George’s solid hold on her, his cock still deep inside of her. He followed suit a moment later, his body shaking against hers as he shot his load.

“Damn babe,” he muttered as he kissed the back of her neck. “That was-”

“Awesome?” she finished. She pulled away, letting him fall out of her. She turned around inside of his arms and kissed him. “Good.” Her hand found his cock, wet and slick with the combination of their come, and began to fondle him. “I though so too. But now we have a small problem.”

“Oh?” he asked as he looked up at her.

“Yup,” she answered. “I still haven’t finished washing these dishes, and since you interrupted me you get to help.”

“But-” he began to protest.

“Shush,” Jen said. She stood up on tiptoe so that she could rub his cock between her legs. “The faster we get the dishes done, the faster we get back to bed.”

George just grinned.
7 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2009-05-27 21:08:44
ive liked all of your work so far this one i think is good but what about mitch and his girlfriend amy are they ever gonna do it and please write some filler chapters like hwy is jon having a baby and why isnt he at camp what happened ot that damn bear and othere things

XMannerReport

2008-12-29 23:33:10
You're better than U think.

Anonymous readerReport

2008-10-30 07:51:22
great work

agressivefemaleReport

2008-10-29 06:00:01
It was a surprise...a slow passionate love scene. There is a lot of description on what is going on. There is someone in control.

George is excellent. It just seems more real than the others and much more descriptive. You could picture this happening...passion is great. I could picture this in a romance novel.

Anonymous readerReport

2008-10-28 21:44:30
Can someone please tell what I did right on this one? It always seem to get more applause than any of the others...

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