Soup to Nuts

I made Laura some of my special soup.

“Mmm,” she said, “it looks and smells delicious.”

“Well, aren’t you going to try it?” I asked.

“I’d love to,” she said, “but I’m wearing this new white blouse, and I’m such a piggy soup eater. I’m sure to dribble.”

“There’s an easy solution to that,” I said.

“You’re so brilliant! So clever.” Laura said, after she’d removed her new white blouse. “But what about my new white jeans?”

I cocked my head and gave her a meaningful grin.

“You’re so clever! So brilliant,” Laura said, scooching out of her jeans and panties. “Now I can enjoy this wonderful soup without any fear of dribbles.”

And so she did.

I enjoyed it too—watching Laura finish off the soup, that is. So much so, I must admit, that I dribbled more than a little myself, and not just on the outside.

“Poor baby,” Laura said, noticing the stain. Unzipping me to get at the root of the problem. “But I have an idea. What is it they say about soup to nuts?”

Making Oatmeal

My job, while Laura stirs the oatmeal, is to set the table, pour the orange juice, rinse the berries, and get the maple syrup from the refrigerator. What I actually do mostly is watch Laura stir the oatmeal. It’s the slow cook steel cut kind, 35 minutes of simmering and stirring. Laura uses a wonderful spatula I gave her. It has a very shallow shovel shape, and it’s just flexible enough and stiff enough to do the job. To keep the oatmeal from sticking.

Laura says stirring the oatmeal is one of those mindless tasks that allows her to meditate. I prefer to mediate on Laura’s ass. Laura has the most beautiful ass. The motion when she stirs is slight. Slight but beautiful.

The orange juice is poured, the table set, the berries rinsed and put in a bowl, the almonds put in another bowl. Steam rises up from the saucepan. Semen seeps from Laura’s cunt and slides slowly down her inner thigh. Laura clenches her buttocks, as if to keep the semen in, and more escapes.

My cock stirs from its slumber. I move behind Laura. My cock is just flexible enough and stiff enough to do the job. I push into Laura’s cum-wet cunt. Laura moans. She doesn’t stop stirring. She stirs while we fuck.