.. *_BANANA AFTERNOON🍌🥵🍌💦🍌_* I was flipping through my recipe box when I found it-the perfect recipe. My mother's banana cake recipe was my favorite recipe of all time. I used to make this cake at least twice a year leaving my bananas to ripen until they attracted fruit flies. After they were perfectly ripened, I'd carefully mash them in a dish, the scent filling my nostrils. The smell reminded me of summer and winter all wrapped into one. I could almost picture myself prancing around in my mom's kitchen in my old red bikini with the smell of banana cake in my nostrils. Making this cake was the only real time I ever could relax in the kitchen. And I hadn't done it in so long The day I rediscovered the recipe I was wandering around without a bra because of the hot summer weather. I needed to wear next to nothing to survive in the 105-degree heat. It was a Sunday, a perfect day for baking, and I didn't have air conditioning. The sun was seeping through my screens, attacking everything in its path. The sweat dripped down my forehead as I closed the recipe box and walked over to the kitchen counter. Setting the card down, I heard a noise in the other room. Marcus was taking a nap. He'd had a long night. As a musician, he often had gigs that lasted until the early morning. It was noon when I began to cook. Icould hear him rustling the covers. I climbed up onto the counter to sort through my cake pans. I wasn't sure what one I wanted exactly. I had inherited a variety of pans from my mother. I tried to be quiet as I clanked through all the pans, but I knew I was making too much noise. Marcus would awaken at any second and wonder what was going on. As the oven preheated I started to sweat even more and the curls from my long, black ponytail stuck to my moist neck. I had always cleaned the house naked and the heat was so unbearable it was time to experiment with nude cooking. I stripped off my white tank top and little cotton shorts and was left with my favorite panties, white lace with little black bows along the top border. My theory that I was being too loud was confirmed as I heard Marcus awaken and slam the bathroom door while I was humming and mixing in the baking powder. I sipped my iced tea and continued my mixing. My entire kitchen felt like the center of the sun as the oven heated up, anxiously awaiting the cake to be inserted into its hot center. "What are you doing in there?" Five minutes after entering the bathroom, Marcus stepped out of the bathroom clad in a fluffy green bath towel. His semi long, blond hair dripped onto the floor. "Baking, why?" I bent over, assed up in the air, andpicked up a piece of banana that had fallen to the floor. "Ahhh," Marcus said, still standing in the same spot. " Can I watch you?" I sucked the banana off my finger as I stared at his damp face. "Yeah, sure, why not?" The cake batter smelled good as I finished mixing it. # Shit, I forgot to flour the pan!"" Marcus was now sitting in his towel on a barstool in the doorway of the kitchen. "Why don't you just make cupcakes?" he asked and shrugged his shoulders. "You're a genius," I said as I climbed back onto the counter to dig through my pans once again. I could smell Marcus sitting on the stool. He had just shaved and his aftershave was floating around the kitchen, up my nostrils and into my little bowed undies. The flour I had carelessly spilled on the countertop stuck to my shins as I dug through the pans. The sweat had made my body sticky, and the flour was clinging and hardening into my damp legs. "Eureka!" I yelled as I found my two cupcake tins. 1 couldn't even remember the last time I used them. Lining the tins with multi-colored paper cups, I asked Marcus about his gig. "So, did you have groupies all over you last night?" "Of course," he answered, "would you expect anythius less?”"Oh, shut the hell up," I said, finishing up with a blue paper cup. "No, there weren't many groupies there," he said, "and I only though about your sweet ass all night." Marcus ran his fingers through his hair and wiped his hand on his towel. "Why don't you take your towel off?" I asked him as I spooned the batter into the cups. "Just because you're naked doesn't mean I wanna strip down completely," he said, smiling. His eyes lit up as he stood and folded his arms across his chest. My eyes shifted down as his towel loosened and fell to the floor. "Join the club," I said as I sucked the batter off of my fingertips, one by one. I finished filling the paper cups and put the pans into the steaming oven. They had to cook for twenty minutes no more, no less. 1 carefully adjusted the timer. I would be devastated if my cupcakes didn't turn out perfectly. When I started to clean the counter, I heard Marcus approaching. He put his arms around my waist as 1 wiped down the bits of flour, sugar and banana from the tile. I turned the water on and filled the mixing bowl as Marcus ran his fingers up and down my sides, tingles of pleasure ripping through my body. 1 grabbed the sponge and started to rinse all the spoons as his fingers grazed my bare back and went down to the white lace panties I loved so much. My back arched and I moaned as he grabbed my ass and began to lickthe sweat off my neck. "Mmmm," I said softly. "I'm trying to clean up." "So am I," he said as he hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them down to the floor. I moaned and switched the water off. I felt his warmth on me as his fingers found their way to the front of my body. The scent of his clean hair and aftershave filled my pores as he stroked my wet center. I turned around and faced him quickly, my lips meshing against his, the butter on my lips rubbing all over his freshly shaved face. His hands moved quickly to my hips, and he placed me on the freshly wiped countertop. I ran my fingers through his hair, the smell of baking banana cupcakes heavy in the thick air. I had accidentally decorated my chest with batter as I was spooning it into the pans, but Marcus quickly helped clean me off with his hot and able tongue. I spread my legs as I felt his throbbing cock getting closer and closer to me. I shrieked with delight as he finally shoved it in, and my body slightly slipped toward him on the moist countertop. I breathed in soft, quick breaths as he cleaned the batter off my body and expertly slid in andout. When it started to get too slippery, he pulled out of me and helped me off the counter. He turned me around and began to kiss my back while pushing me slowly to the ground, my back still to him. After adjusting my body, he found me once again, sliding in and out of me while my hands were immersed in the cupcake ingredients on the floor. He leaned over me and I felt his hair grazing my shoulders. His tongue on my ear, I screamed with pleasure as the ripples burst through my body. Still, he pumped until I felt him burst inside me, his voice moaning in my ear. We collapsed to the floor as the buzzer went off on the oven. Still breathing heavily, I left Marcus on the floor and stood up suddenly. I didn't want my cupcakes to burn. Grabbing my two favorite plaid oven mitts, 1 removed the freshly baked cupcakes from the oven and placed them on top of my stove. Marcus was still on the floor when I took off my oven mitts and went to the pantry to retrieve the items for the frosting. "You never give up, do you?" he asked, sitting up, his right arm covered in flour. "I have to start making the frosting," I said, feeling his come running along tny right leg. I reached down, wiped it off with my index finger and sucked it off as he stared at me with satiated eyes. I broke the staring contest with Marcus and gazed into the pantry, taking inventory of what I needed."These cupcakes better be damn good," said Marcus, lying back down on the floor, not caring that he was slathered in all of the cupcake ingredients. "Of course they are," I answered, offended. "I wouldn't be making them if they were gross." I grabbed a clean mixing bowl from the bottom shelf and began adding ingredients. It was a simple frosting, with powdered sugar, melted butter and vanilla. Marcus yelled at me from the floor, "I think you should come back down here." I ignored him as I vigorously whipped the frosting. "Ally, I think you should come back down here." I felt the sweat starting to form again on my forehead and my upper body. I knew this recipe by heart and decided to make a little extra as a surprise to Marcus, who was still on the floor, begging me to come back. The cupcakes would take quite some time to cool off so I took two full handfuls of frosting and turned toward Marcus. "What are you going to do with those?" he asked, a huge smile creeping across his face. "What do you think I'm going to do with this?" I questioned him back as I walked to him, hands still füll of the frosting. "You know this is pretty much just sugar, right?" "I know what it is." Marcus put his hands behind his head and stretched his legs out.I knelt down to him and put one handful of frosting on his stomach. He shrieked at the stickiness of it. "What are you going to do with that other handful?" "Give me your hand and you decide what you want to do with it," I responded.https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VbB0FwwJP21CiCGKVI0U/465 He stuck out his hand and I gave him a chunk of the sugary frosting. "My turn first," I said as I started rubbing the frosting all over his body. My tongue began to lick it all off, and I could feel Marcus twitching with pleasure. I licked his stomach and his shoulders, my saliva leaving trails on his skin. I worked my way down to his lower stomach and when I got to his cock, it was already throbbing and hard. I placed my mouth around it and thoroughly cleaned it off, sucking and licking as necessary. When I was finished, Marcus rubbed his frosting on the floor, rolled on top of me and entered me with lightning speed. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, tasting all the frosting I'd just licked off his body. 1 moaned as he plunged harder and faster, running his frosting laced fingers through my hair and tugging on it as he came closer to coming. I was aware of the pile of frosting on the ground and took it in my left hand, slathering it the best that I could across my chest. I pushed away from him, rolled him over onto his back and got on top of him, my frosted tits in his face. He graciously sucked and licked them as i moved myhips up and down on his. With an iced thumb, Marcus rubbed my clít and I groaned with pleasure, exploding all over him, lost as he moaned and came inside me. As we reclined on the floor and stared at the ceiling, we were aware that Marcus would need to take another shower and that I definitely needed to frost the cupcakes before the frosting dried out. Slowly standing up, I made my way to the countertop and gave the frosting a quick stir before I carefully frosted all of the twenty-four perfect banana cupcakes. I handed one to Marcus who had also stood up by that time. We looked at each other and laughed at each other's various iced body hair, and when I finally bit into the cupcake, I was so overcome with joy I didn't mind that the leftover chunks of icing on my body began to melt in the sun. That cupcake was the most heavenly thing I'd tasted all day. Well, *_THE END_*