Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday courtesy of supplicium post mortem. Come write a 250-word story (erotic? tgi oriented?). Start any time Friday, finish by 6pm PDT Saturday. Post the link to your story in the comments here or on Twitter. Try to include the wildcards. Spread the word, and have fun!

Saturday afternoon, house is quiet except for the ticking of the timer beside the bread box. Standing over the hot oven, baking for these damn school fairs was a pet hate. She loved cooking, not so much when it became a chore. The heat of the kitchen and the humid heat outside had caused her to strip down to nothing revealing pale white flesh. Her apron flung lazily over the kitchen stool, the cat lying on the floor batting away at the apron strings hanging there.

She hated that apron, a gift from the ever so boring mother-in-law. A retched grey linen with an embroidered pink flower design. Practical and bland. One day she mused, I shall buy something sexy, hubby would like that, cooking dinner in a sexy number one night when the kids were out. The days of the young newlywed couple were now replaced with soccer meets, snotty noses, squabbling, school fairs and business meetings. She missed him. They never had enough time together anymore.

Lost in thought, the shrill ring of the phone snapped her out of her emo self.

“Hello?”

“Hey hunni, I have just finished a round of golf with the boss, I’m on my way home now. Are the kids about?”

“No baby they are over at Kelly’s house for the afternoon while I finish up with this school fair baking”

“Okay babe, well there’s a bit of an emergency but I will talk to you when I get home. Love you. Bye”

He hung up before she could reply. The anger rising she began thinking the worst and assumed he had made other plans to hang out with the boy’s as he so often did. He never spent any alone time with her now. It was always some damn emergency. Damn him! She angrily slammed the oven mitts on and opened the oven door, carefully grabbing the cake tin out. She laid it on the bench and glared out the kitchen window, angry thoughts tumbling through her head.

She didn’t notice him step up behind her. She didn’t see the hardness in his pants.

She did however gasp as his hands wrapped themselves around her and tweaked her nipples. A low rumble in her ear caused her skin to instantly goosebump.

“God baby I knew I had an emergency at home.  Lucky I came home when I did.”

She sighed as she realised the heat in her pussy was rising, fast. One hand trailing it’s way all over her body, inspecting her nakedness. Another gasp as she felt the sting of his hand connecting with her ass.

“I think it’s time this little girl was taught the perils of baking in the kitchen naked it’s not safe you know …. ”