Sharon Andrews was one of the hosts of a popular cooking show called ‘Baking Buns’. It followed all the standards of a normal cooking show—showing people how to cook delicious meals… but the hook of the show was the sexuality of it all. She, along with the other hosts, were practically naked, wearing nothing but aprons that exposed their bare behinds to their adoring fans every time the hosts turned around. They were vaguely shaped like clothes, in fact, Sharon was searching for someone to help tie her apron shut. She swore that the producers of the show were slowly shrinking her apron in order to appeal to viewers. The thing had started off as a mostly functional, but now the top looked like little more than a bikini top that was draped across her breasts. At least the bottom half was still functional, even it if felt eerily similar to a short skirt. She was a beautiful woman in her early forties with dark brown hair that flowed down her shoulders like a caramel cascade. She still had a nice figure and she was grateful that time had yet to take its toll. Her breasts, while not as big as some would like, were still perky handfuls that drew in a large amount of male viewers.
Her hips were fairly wide and her butt was, in her opinion, her best feature; it was large and round and bounced delightfully whenever she made sudden movements. She made sure to tie the ties of her apron in a neat little bow just above her rounded cheeks so that it looked like her bare butt was a present every time she turned her back to the audience. But this time, instead of the apron being composed of a loop that she could just hang around her neck and the ties that kept the main body of the apron on her, there were two ties—the ones that were supposed to go around her neck and the ones that went above her butt.
Sharon felt like she had nothing to hide—her body wasn’t ugly by any means, but it really felt like her apron was turning into a goddamn bikini!
“Okay, everybody,” their director yelled, her young voice cracking a bit. “We’re filming in five, four, three, two…” As she counted, she lowered her fingers until only her index finger remained and she pointed at Sharon. As each finger lowered, Brad and Murray flexed their muscles, trying to get them to bulge for the camera as they both put on their most charming smiles. Sharon didn’t bother with the flexing—she only worked on her award winning smile that reminded everyone why SHE was the poster girl.
“Welcome everyone, to another steamy episode of Baked Buns: The only show where two buff men and one hot gal bare it all as we show YOU how to cook!” Sharon smiled as the cameras started recording. There was a soft chuckle from the crew behind the scenes, as there always was when the show’s slogan was delivered. Sharon opened her arms as she spoke, as if she were inviting someone into her home. “Today we’re going to show you guys and girls how to make a delicious brisket sandwich!”
“That we are, Sharon,” Brad chimed in from her right, picking up the chunk of brisket and showing it to the camera. He lifted it at an angle, letting the lights of the studio shine on it and catch its crimson color. “Naturally, we want to start with a big hunk of meat.”
“Mmm, my mouth’s watering already,” Sharon grinned as she looked at Brad. “Who doesn’t appreciate a big piece of meat?” Brad shared Sharon’s grin as he lowered the brisket back onto the cutting board that sat right in front of his crotch. While Brad and Sharon were talking, Murray stood off to the side. He picked up a bowl and some of the spices and started pouring the spices into the glass bowl. He eyeballed the ingredients, as he shook them into the container. After he was confident in the ratio of spices, he started mixing them together, simply reaching in and twirling the powders with his finger. When they had been mixed into a singular light brown powder, Murray set the bowl aside and waited for his cue. He didn’t strike a pose, but he did start flexing, painting a patient smile on her face.
“Now, if you want more flavor in your beef, you want to use a rub,” Brad continued on the other side, “What do you say, Sharon? Want to rub my meat?” He lifted his hands, all but pointing down at his groin. Murray had to fight not to chuckle himself. Sharon, used to such lines over the years, only smiled.
“Of course,” Sharon immediately answered. She moved over to Brad’s side and reached down, taking the cutting board that the meat was on from the island. As she turned, she brushed her bare butt against the front of his apron, purposely pressing her soft behind against him in an attempt to get him hard. Then she winked at the camera before carrying the brisket over to Murray’s side of the table. As she moved away, Brad leaned down and pulled out a wet wipe from one of the larger drawers before he started wiping everything down and cleaning up his area. When he finished, he turned to the sink behind the island and washed his hands so that he could handle other types of food without risk of contamination. Though he realized that they cameras probably weren’t on him, he flexed his own bare butt, showing off his rectangular, muscular glutes just in case the cameras wandered over to him.
“So, while Sharon and Brad were talking about meat, I’ve been putting together the rub,” Murray stated as he showed his bowl full of mixed spices to the camera. “You can’t just start rubbing meat—if you don’t rub the right way, you’ll just make it dry and shrivel up.” Sharon had to try not to laugh now as she set down the cutting board.
“What do you use to rub your meat, Murray?” she asked, reaching up and running her hand down the taller man’s toned arms. Murray smiled at her, feeling tingles where her fingers had touched, as he poured his rub onto the brisket. Brad had finished cleaning himself and his side of the table at this point and he was standing off to the side, flexing in case the errant camera captured him or someone decided to use a wide shot to catch all of the hosts. He picked a subtle power pose, hands on his hips, so he could look fairly natural.
“Well, you can use any rub you buy from the store,” Murray answered. “But I think it’s more fun to make your own at home. That way you can get the taste just the way you want it.” He began rubbing the spices into the meat, making sure that they were evenly covering all of the surface. “Now, I’m using my own secret recipe. Sugar, spice, and everything nice,” He smiled at the camera. “Isn’t that right, sugar?”
“Aw,” Sharon cooed, leaning up onto her toes as she pressed her body against Murray’s, kissing him on the cheek. His arms ended up being sandwiched between Sharon’s breasts, feeling them press against him, while they also threatened to pull the apron from her orbs. On the other side of the room, Brad snorted.
“Easy there, spice,” Murray answered, flicking the spices on his fingers in Brad’s direction. Then he smiled at the camera as he turned his attention back to the brisket. “Now that our brisket is laying naked on its back, we need to flip it around and make sure we rub the brisket butt, too.”
“Ooh, I like it when you take charge,” Sharon grinned as Murray flipped the piece of meat onto its back. The taller man grinned at his female companion as he flicked the rub onto the meat, moving as if he were slapping the brisket’s pink butt, as he called it. He rubbed the spices into the meat once again before he turned to look at Sharon. As she saw Murray acting like he was spanking someone with his strong, muscular arms, Sharon’s heart beat just a little faster.
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