Apron Strings - A steamy Normero short

Apron Strings Part 2

At home, Norma gave the Cornish hens some additional basting before placing them back in the oven to finish. Along side them was a pan of roasted potatoes and garlic green beans with mushrooms (Alex loved mushrooms). A basket of buttery dinner rolls sat cooling on the counter. The food, and the scented candles she lit throughout the downstairs, made the house smell divine.

She checked the time on her phone. Her husband would be home soon. With butterflies in her stomach, she headed upstairs to get ready for him.

Twenty minutes later, Alex walked up the stairs to the house, holding a bottle of Norma's favorite red wine. He didn't know why he was so nervous to see her. His heart thumped as he entered the front door. The house smelled amazing.

In the kitchen, Norma grew anxious. She fluffed her hair and smoothed her apron down, her hands shaking. Then she had a horrifying thought. What if it was Dylan coming through the door???

Her fears were relinquished when she heard her husband's voice. "Norma?"

She took a deep breath and called back "I'm in the kitchen."

Alex took a breath and walked slowly towards her voice. When he reached the kitchen and spotted his wife standing by the stove, he stopped in surprise. She had her back turned and was bending down to pull something out of the oven. Hearing him enter, she turned her head slightly and gave him an innocent smile. "Welcome home honey."

His heart jumped and his body instantly reacted. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was wearing a frilly red apron that tied around her neck and waist. This wasn't so unusual, for she always wore an apron when she cooked.

But from the back, he could see that the apron, a pair of black lace cheeky panties and sleek black heels was ALL she was wearing.

She smiled again at his reaction and turned to face him, leaning against the counter and crossing her beautiful, shapely bare legs at the ankle.

Her skin looked luminous in the candle's glow. Her blond hair was slightly teased and her pouty lips were painted with red lipstick. She looked incredible. Alex stood unable to speak for several moments. The way he was staring at her, his eyes full of passion, made her knees weak.

Their eyes remained locked for a moment. The air was thick with tension. He wanted to pull her into his arms and ravish her right then and there. But he knew that was what she was expecting.

He was determined to draw out her punishment for this visual torture, for the pictures she'd sent...for the whole damn day. Make no mistake, she was going to get what was coming to her. She smiled and he knew she was reading his mind. Clever woman.

"Would you like some wine, honey?" She finally spoke.

He suddenly remembered the bottle in his hand and gave it to her, still staring lustfully into her eyes. "Yes please."

Norma turned slowly and purposefully towards the counter to open the bottle, giving him a full view of her magnificent backside. Alex knew what she was doing. She wanted him to look at her. To admire her in all her naked glory. So he gladly did.

As she opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses, his eyes slowly moved down her voluptuous body, taking in every curve. Starting at her beautiful neck, he resisted the urge to walk up behind her and nibble the spot that always made her tremble.

His gaze slid down her perfect shoulders and rested on the swell of her breasts. He could see the outline of her pink nipples and they were hard, telling him her level of arousal. He knew she could feel him watching her. And she liked it.

His eyes moved down her smooth back and curvy waist, to his favorite of all her body parts...her lovely ass. Just plump enough for him to get a handful whenever he embraced her, and to hold on to while she rode him.