Cake

i enter the kitchen cautiously realizing he is the only one there, left to clean up the sick beany mess. the smell of soap and frijoles permeates the air as i walk slowly towards him-- eyes still locked, and slip my sundress off my shoulders, letting it fall onto the dirty, wet concrete floor. as i nakedly approach him, i can see the steamy beads of sweat delicately perched on his smooth, tan forehead and upper lip.

ay mami!" he says as his eyes move up and down my soft sweaty curves. when he reaches out and grabs a handfull of ass, i know that i must surrender to the throbbing cries of my loins. he grabs the other cheek and hoists me up onto the cool steel counter top. scraps of tortilla and jack cheese are the only witness as i surrender to his hot probing dishpan hands.

i find his mouth and it tastes like jalepeno and dos equis. my tongue explores the tasty depth and then moves on to his lips, cheekbones, eyelids, and salty neck. he sighs and draws me closer and my legs wrap around his hot, aproned waist. he reaches over into a bowl, grabbing a fistfull of diced tomatoes, and smears them up my aching thighs and belly. the coolness of the produce runs down my body as he lifts me off the counter and stands me up in front of him. my eyes move to the huge bulge in his pants and i know i must have him.

seeing me eye his hot package, he spins me around and bends me over the countertop. i hear the quick unzip of his pants and then he is inside of me, pressing me against the cold steel, thrusting into my wetness with hard even strokes. with one hand on my hip and the other grabbing onto my hair, he takes me right there amongst the beans and salsa and wet dishrags and dirty pots. and inside this hot beany steambath of love.