April s GiftChapter 6
April sat, nude, at Ron’s kitchen table. He removed an apron from around his waist and draped it over a rod. Then he placed plates and mugs before her and himself. He sat across from her. “That’s a sight I could get used to,” he remarked, “a nude April sitting at my kitchen table.” “Do you usually cook in the nude?” she asked. “I wasn’t nude — I had on an apron.” “It offered a great view of your butt — not that I’m complaining. I appreciate your figure as much as you appreciate...