Damn, gotta reach in the bubbles to pull the drain, water gushing off the counter down my legs...I bend over to grab a towel, water sliding down my feet, in between my toes, and suddenly, the firm grip of strong hands on my hips, lifting me back up.
"Nice panties" he says in his cute foreign accent. "and you are already wet, I see". I should have been embarassed, but he took this slippery moment to grab me up throw me over his shoulder carry me to the fridge, grab himself a beer, and gently set me down on the kitchen counter.

"I see you need help with the dishes"

"I see you need help taking off your clothes", I flirt...oh no, the tables turn. He is NOT taking his clothes off OR mine...
"since you are already wet, *opens beer* I need something to drink this off of"
His teeth grabbed my little button down shirt button by button, biting each one off. Shirt open. This man did some neat irish trick with the beer and tossed it in the air - when it came down it was open.

Open like my shirt.

"these will do just nicely", (irish accent) as he pours his beer onto my chest, into my mouth (for the first time ever, I liked beer) Laying me back gently on the counter he drinks off every part of me he can think of until I start dying from orgasmic delight.

Noticing my pleasure, he halts and drinks a beer just watching me, smirking. "do you still want to do the dishes, wee one, or did ya have somethin better in mind?"

Dishes? The dishes are DONE.

I had my way with him 3 times in a row. Those damn dishes are still sitting there.

Source: Sexcapades