"What are you doing?" I asked walking into the kitchen. Scott was bent over the sink heartily scrubbing a carrot with a vegetable brush. Piled on the counter next to him was an large assortment of dripping vegetables that had already been through his meticulous cleansing.
"I'm making the centerpiece for the dinner table tomorrow, remember?"
Of course I remembered. Every year Scott's family had a big Thanksgiving celebration and his mother always insisted on fresh vegetables in the cornucopia. Why plastic vegetables that could be used year after year were not good enough, I never understood.
"But I thought we were going to spend some quality time together tonight, Scott. We talked about it, remember?"
"We are, babe," said Scott turning around and pulling me close to him. His wet hands clung to my cotton blouse as he firmly pressed my back. He leaned towards my mouth for a kiss, but I pulled back my head and frowned at him.
"I know how long this takes you," I said. "You won't be done for hours. You'll play around with those vegetables all night."
"Actually," said Scott with a wickedly sly look. "That's kind of what I had in mind."
I looked at his strange expression and tried to figure out what he meant. When he pulled me close again and reached for my lips, I slowly consented and melted into his kiss. His tongue gently searched mine and tickled my teeth before he playfully bit at my lips. His hands stroking my back, slowly slid down and pressed my ass towards him so that I could feel the hardness swelling inside of his sweat pants.
Like the slow crawl of a spider, Scott slid a hand up inside of my shirt as his mouth moved down to my neck. He licked and bit at me while his hand cupped my breast inside the lacy bra. I moaned quietly and closed my eyes as I received his caresses. I loved the way he always undressed me. Slowly. Deliberately. Building my desire until he knew that I was ripe for the harvest. Kissing and licking every inch of my body until I stood before him naked like I was now - wet with desire and hot for his touch.
Scott stood back and looked at me, standing naked in the bright fluorescent light of the kitchen and admired what he had reaped. His gaze wandered over my breasts, my belly, my furry mound. I felt a stab of heat each time his eyes lingered.
"You're so gorgeous in this light," he whispered.
He left me standing next to the sink, clothes heaped on the floor, and walked over to the edge of the counter where a large, portable butcher block sat against the wall. He rolled it over next to the counter and turned it sideways so that it barely fit between the countertops on both sides of our small kitchen. When he turned back to me, I was looking questionably at him.
"OK," said Scott patting the butcher block. "Hop up here for me."
"What?" I asked is disbelief.
"Hop up on the table for me."
"Scott!" I cried, half giggling. "This is kind of kinky. Screwing in the kitchen."
"Oh, I'm not sure we're going to screw in here," said Scott. "But I had a great idea about starting while I was washing all of these vegetables."
I looked back at the sink full of vegetables and then back at Scott, hesitating to follow through with his request. He walked over and put his arms around my waist and pulled my up against him, reigniting the flame he had previously torched.
"Please, babe..." he whispered softly in my ear. "Play this game with me."
I knew how he loved to occasionally play out a theme around sex. My legs quivered as I remembered how he had talked me into playing doctor last month. My body had shook for what seemed like hours with the orgasm brought on by his examination.
"All right, Scott," I said smiling. "I'll play along."
I hopped up on the butcher block as he held the cart steady. He bent over and pulled a thick dish towel out of the drawer and folded it for my head resting on the tile counter. Scott smiled as he saw that his vision had been correct. It was just the right distance from one counter to the other to cause me to bend my knees. He rubbed one hand over my tummy and breasts as he slid the other one between my legs, making sure that I was comfortable before he began.
"I was thinking about what a lovely centerpiece you would make for the Thanksgiving table tomorrow, Pam." His words cooed my ears as he stroked my body. "I thought maybe we could decorate you tonight." I giggled as I envisioned Scott's family staring at me naked in the middle of the table on Thanksgiving Day, adorned with vegetables. Scott turned to the counter full of washed vegetables and picked up a spaghetti squash and looked at my body as if it were a blank canvas. He pulled out a cutting board and sliced the squash in half, scooping the seeds into the sink. He cut small holes in the middle of each squash and then carried them over to table.
"Let's see how this looks." He laid each half over my breasts, with the tip of the squash pointing at my belly button.
"Ooh," I squealed from the cold sensation. The squash was just deep enough so that only my nipples poked out from the holes he cut in middle.
"Perfect," said Scott bending and licking my nipples until they stood hard against his tongue. He turned back to the sink and retrieved a single stalk of raw asparagus. Drops of water still clung to the tip as he held it up over me. "Hmmm... what could I do with this?" He stroked it slowly over my nipples and slid it down my belly as I fought the ticklish sensation. I instinctively spread my legs further apart as the spear traveled over my mound of hair and down between my wet lips. It slipped into the darkness and tickled me before Scott slid it back out slowly, running it across my sensitive clit.
"Too small, I think," he said laying the asparagus back in the sink. His expression was so serious as if he was actually creating a sculpture in his mind. He pick up a large carrot and held it up to his nose, taking a deep whiff. "I've always loved the smell of carrots," he said turning back towards me. I watched as he moved it between my legs and rubbed it around in my dripping juices. A gasp escaped my lips and he pressed it deep up inside. The carrot wasn't quite as large as Scott's big cock, but the hard, thick, cool sensation awoke every nerve.
"Mmmm... that fits in there kind of nice," said Scott. "Don't you think?" He moved it in and out slowly and I closed my eyes as it hit the back of my cunt. I couldn't believe how great it felt.
"Ooh, yes," I whispered as he pumped the carrot in and out a few times before he pressed it in deeply and then returned to the sink.
When he turned back around towards me, he had a small, yellow crooked-neck squash in his hand. I watched as he held it up above me and examined it, stroking the small knob on the end. "I like the way this tapers down to a little knub. Don't you?"
I grinned as he opened the cupboard, pulled out a large container of olive oil, and dipped the end of the squash inside. The oil dripped from the squash as he moved back to me and rubbed it over my anus. I rocked my hips and moaned for more until slowly, he pressed it just inside of me.
"Oh Scott," I cried. "Don't stop. That feels so incredible."
He moved it gently in and out as he stroked my stomach and breasts with his other hand. "How are we doing so far?" he asked leaning down and kissing my lips.
"I'm thinking about becoming a vegetarian" I said grinning up at him.
He chuckled as he turned back to the sink in search of another delight. He leaned against the sink and looked at me. "Hmmm.... it needs something else." He turned around to the sink and pulled out a long zucchini. I watched as his eyes went from my mouth to my mound, as if he couldn't decide where it should go. "Let's try here," he said holding it over my mouth.
"What do you want me to do with it?" I asked looking up at the zucchini. "Just open your mouth."
I obeyed and Scott gently lowered the zucchini until I sucked it into my mouth. "Very nice," praised Scott. "Suck it for me." He steadied it between my lips as I pretended to suck it like a cock, licking my tongue around the tip and then taking it deep into my mouth. Scott reached down and pressed the carrot and squash in and out, driving me wild while I sucked. I reached over and slipped my hand inside of his sweat pants and stroked his hard cock while I continued to suck.
"Yes," he whispered as he watched me. "This is greater than I had imagined."
He left the zucchini between my lips and slowly removed my hand from his throbbing cock. "Wait..." he said turning and opening a bag of raw cranberries. "I think we need just a little more adornment." Slowly he trickled the cranberries over my stomach, filling up my belly button and adorning my mound of hair.
"Perfect!" he said standing back and looking at me. "Good enough to eat!" He moved the table slightly and crawled between my legs, pressing himself between the cupboard and the butcher block. He leaned down between my legs and inhaled a deep whiff of my scent.
"Mmmm... two of my favorite things to smell." He took a bite of the carrot tip sticking out of my cunt, making me jump from the sensation and sound. He nuzzled me with his nose as he chewed. Another bite, this time closer to my lips, made a whimper escape around the zucchini in my mouth. He licked my sweet juices to wash down the carrot as I clutched the side of butcher block with my hands.
When he took the last bite of the carrot, he growled, sending a vibration shooting through my loins. A tiny scream echoed in the kitchen as I tried to bolt and he grabbed my hips to steady me. He hummed a low soothing sound as he chewed the carrot so close that I could feel his lips on mine. At last he licked from the bottom to the top, too slowly for my need, but firmly enough to give me some relief.
"Yes," my moan told him.
I knew that he liked the fact that I was powerless to say anything. He liked building up my need like this, knowing that when he finally let my come, I would remember it for days. He moved one hand down to the squash still lodged deep inside of me and pressed on it as he began his final descent. He synchronized his tongue and the pressure on the carrot, feeling my legs tensing as I pushed against the counter top.
My breathing was rapid and the moans and whimpers escaping around the zucchini told him that I was very close. He found the spot that was going to give me release and never moved from it until the zucchini flew from my mouth as I began to scream and shake beneath him. Over and over my body shook until I grabbed his head and begged him to stop.
Scott crawled out from between my legs and moved back over to my side, kissing and stroking me gently as my body twitched and squirmed from my orgasm. "You make a beautiful cornucopia," he said. "I'll always picture you like this when I sit down to a Thanksgiving Day meal."
I laughed at him with my dreamy eyes, seeing his hard cock sticking straight out of his sweat pants. "If you think about it too hard, you won't be able to sit down at the table."
We both laughed as he removed the assortment of vegetables from my body. "Come on," I said taking his hand and heading towards the bedroom. "I feel like giving thanks tonight!"
