In walked Marianne, a woman of 30 years old, with her long hair cascading down her shoulders. She was standing in the kitchen, completely nude, with her perfect, perky boobs on display. The cool air of the room making her nipples harden into little peaks.
She had just finished taking a shower, and the water had left her skin glistening. She ran her hands through her hair, pushing it back from her face as she let out a sigh of contentment. She was alone in the house, and she was going to take advantage of that fact.
Marianne’s mind began to wander as she thought of all the things she could do. She could touch herself, she could use one of her toys, or she could do something even better. She could have a little fun and pleasure herself with her kitchen utensils.
She walked over to the drawer and opened it, her eyes scanning the contents. She picked up a wooden spoon, feeling its length in her hand. She smiled to herself, imagining the things she could do with it.
She placed the spoon on the counter and climbed onto it, her legs spread wide. She started to touch herself, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles. She let out a moan as she felt herself getting wetter.
She picked up the spoon and ran it over her nipples, feeling them harden even more. She then trailed it down her stomach, stopping just above her pussy. She let out a gasp as she felt the cold wood against her hot skin.
She began to move the spoon back and forth over her clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. She closed her eyes and let out a moan as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
She increased the pressure, the spoon now making direct contact with her clit. She let out a loud moan as she came, her body shaking with pleasure.
She lay there for a moment, catching her breath. She smiled to herself, feeling satisfied and a little bit naughty. She knew she would have to clean the spoon before anyone else used it, but for now, she was going to enjoy the afterglow of her little kitchen adventure.
Marianne got up and walked to the sink, she turned on the faucet, letting the water run over the spoon. She closed her eyes, thinking about the pleasure she had just given herself. She couldn’t wait to do it again.
