This is dedicated to a special chef ,may we experience many cooking lessons.
I had signed up for personal cooking lessons thru a local restaurant. I decided with the start of the new year to enrich my mind and creative side with some culinary flair.
I have always had a talent for creating, but when it came to cooking I was at a loss, so, when I saw the advertisement in the paper I jumped at the opportunity. The lessons are two hours long twice a week for four weeks, with a different chef every week teaching his specialty.
I was in the kitchen organizing what I thought we might need, I had no idea what this chefs specialty was, so I took out measuring spoons, cups, some bowls and my mixer.
Realizing the time, I ran upstairs to change into something more comfortable, moveable. I threw on a white tank top and loose, black, running pants that tore away at the sides, I figured if it got to hot in the kitchen I could undo a few snaps. The doorbell rings and I do a quick check in the mirror, why I don't know, it was only a cooking lesson.
I open my front door and am startled at first. There you are towering in my doorway, not the image of a chef I had pictured in my mind. You are quite handsome, with a strong presence and you seem to enfold me in that presence. You extend your hand out to introduce yourself saying that you are my chef for the week. I smile and hold out my hand and I watch as your hand completely covers mine. At that moment I feel a warm heat flush thru my body, centering between my legs, my pussy becoming instantly wet. You look at me as if you felt it too, your hand lingering in mine. I blush, totally taken off guard by my reaction. What seemed to happen in slow motion, in reality happened in the blink of an eye. I remove my hand from yours and being helplessly flustered I stammer out my name .
I show you to the kitchen and I am physically aware of your closeness behind me. Once in the kitchen, you start prepping, and I excuse myself for a minute. I go into the downstairs bathroom, locking the door behind me. I stand in front of the mirror, my nipples accusingly hard, straining against the thin material of my tank top. I turn the water on and splash some on my face, trying to get a grip on my raging libido. My body seems to be on an agenda of its own, I slide my hand into the waistband of my pants, snaking a finger under the elastic of my panties, the heat that greets my wandering finger is like the heat of a hot, humid, summer day. I run my finger along the smoothness of my freshly shaved lips, only to find them already spread open like a newly bloomed rose, the slick moistness feeding the hungry blossom. My finger easily dips inside, dragging my dew across my throbbing clit. I am lost in thought, wondering how you would feel inside of me.
Suddenly I am brought back at the sound of something dropping in the kitchen, quickly I come to my senses and pull myself together. I go to the sink to wash my hands, and with a lustful thought, I instead decide to lick my fingers clean.
I walk into the kitchen and the steamy heat hits me like I was back in the bathroom with my fingers in my pussy, and it is then that my libido is kicked up a notch.
Visibly uncomfortable and so deliciously turned on, I reach with trembling hands for the apron you are holding out for me. Your fingertips brush mine and I am mesmerized by this unknown power you seem to have on me. " Are you feeling all right? You look a little flushed "you ask as you stand behind me tying the apron around my waist. With your hands touching me in such a familiar way and the close proximity of your body next to mine causes me to lose all inhibitions.
Taking a long, deep, breath, I reach behind and take your hands, guiding them to my breasts while pressing myself into the length of your body. To my surprise or maybe not, I find that your cock is rock hard, straining against the dense material of your chef pants, and I sigh to myself relieved I wasn't the only one feeling the sexual electricity. A moan escapes my lips as my breasts seem to melt into the palm of your hands. Your fingers pinch and squeeze my nipples bringing them to an almost painful peak. I place my hands over yours noticing the apparent difference in size, that fact seemingly fuels my desire to have you all the more. I take your finger and place it in my mouth, swirling the tip with my tongue. The stroking of my tongue and the suction of my mouth around your finger promises of better things to come.
I shift, my body leaning slightly forward, causing the length of your cock to come to rest in the crack of my ass. I hear you groan, a deep, needing sound, unlike any sound I have heard before, your rising desire inflames my own as I suck wantonly on your fingers.
I untangle myself reluctantly from your body, and turn to face you. I want you to look into my eyes and see my primal urge, my desire and passion, my lust that has been smoldering since you stood in my doorway almost an hour ago. I look up into your hazel eyes and taking my hands, bring your head down to meet my lips.