The kitchen is hot, and not just from the stove. A woman, her curves accentuated by the tight dress she wears, is in the throes of passion, her body grinding against the countertop. She's lost in the moment, her hips moving in rhythm with the invisible partner in her mind. Her hands are coated in oil, sliding over her skin, leaving a glistening trail in their wake. She's close, her breath coming in short gasps, her fingers buried deep inside her. Just as she's about to reach her peak, a noise startles her. She freezes, her eyes wide, her body tense, her climax interrupted but not forgotten.