Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. None of this actually happened. If you feel particularly protective of certain celebrity chefs, you may not want to read it. You have been warned.
Note: If you haven't already, read Celebrity Chef Cruise Ch. 01-03 and Celebrity Chef Friends Ch. 01-04, which are all prequels to this story.
I've probably made it sound as though I'm having sex with a female celebrity chef every night of the week but the truth is there are plenty of nights that I'm home alone or out with friends or, in rare cases, stuck at work. The first time after that initial cruise that a deadline came up and I ended up working a lot more hours than usual, it caught all of my lovers by surprise, but none more so than Giada. I may have mentioned that she's super horny and it was usually her busy schedule that dictated when we could get together to take care of that. I wouldn't say that she was upset when she found out that I wasn't available but she was definitely disappointed. She proved herself to not only be resilient, however, but also pretty creative.
It was approaching lunchtime one day while I and my team were hard at work, though it was unlikely that any of us was planning to take a break to eat. I got a call from our receptionist who told me that there was somebody in the lobby to see me. I wasn't expecting anyone but she wouldn't say who it was, just that I needed to get out there. I figured it was some vendor who wanted to set up a product demo so, when I entered the reception area and there was Giada, I was pleasantly surprised to say the least.
"G, what are you doing here?" I asked as I crossed to her and gave her a quick kiss then took her in my arms.
"I'm Italian and I'm a mom," she replied, "so when you tell me you're working all of these hours, I know you're probably not eating like you should."
She gestured to a large cart that I hadn't even noticed. It was stacked with covered foil pans which I knew were full of delicious food.
"That's a lot of food," I said.
"Did I mention that I'm Italian and I'm a mom?" she asked, "That should be enough for you and your team, not just for today but to keep eating until your deadline."
"You're the best," I replied, kissing her again. I introduced her to our receptionist, who was looking like she couldn't quite believe what was happening, then I had her book the conference room closest to where my team was still hard at work. Giada and I rolled the cart full of food there and, as she started to get it all set up, I went and confirmed that my team was all at their desks. From my own desk, I sent a meeting invitation asking them all to meet me briefly in the conference room. I got back there before they arrived and helped Giada finish setting everything up. As each member of my team entered the conference room, they all looked as incredulous as our receptionist had. I spoke briefly before having them dig in, not taking any of the credit for the food but thanking them for their hard work and not saying anything about how Giada ended up making food for them other than that she was a good friend of mine. So that the focus was on the food and not on how I knew Giada, we slipped out while they started loading up their plates.
Since she'd never been to my office before, I showed her around a little bit while encountering a few other coworkers whose mouths fell open and eyes went wide. My final goal was a small conference room that's off the beaten path and has a lock on the door. When we reached it and I guided her inside, she realized pretty quickly what I was up to, especially when I locked the door behind us. I took her in my arms and kissed her then slipped my hands down to caress her ass as our tongues slipped into each other's mouths. She was wearing a dress, which I thought was smart if she wanted to get fucked without too many complications, but she knew I loved fucking her in her dresses anyway, so this was for my benefit as well. I boosted her up onto the conference table, kissed her just a bit longer then sat before her in a chair.
I slid the hem of her dress up, exposing her panties, which were bikini panties, of course, because she knew of my fondness for them. Between that and the dress, I suspected that she wasn't just concerned about me not eating nor was she just thinking of her own sexual needs. I kissed her smooth inner thighs as she leaned back then started to slide her panties down, exposing her trim, well-groomed bush, which ended just above her pussy, and her pussy lips, which were smooth and hair-free. I set her panties aside while she spread her legs then I leaned in and ran my tongue along her slit. She gasped softly but just once and managed to control herself despite what she was feeling. I briefly slurped up the juices flowing from her slit but knew that we didn't have the luxury of time just because the door had a lock on it. I wasn't worried about being able to make her cum but I definitely wanted to do more than just eat her hot, wet pussy.
She managed to remain silent even when I slipped a finger into her and started to slide it in and out while licking and sucking her clit. I knew her well enough by this point that I could get her off quickly but we typically did not have any restrictions like we had in that conference room so this was the first time I was doing it out of necessity. I think she was also not just pent up but that there had been some anticipation on her part so I'd have been surprised if she hadn't ended up cumming pretty quickly. I'd love to have eaten her pussy for longer but I knew that there would be plenty of other opportunities that would be more conducive for that. In this situation, I wanted to provide her as much pleasure as I could in as brief a time as possible then move on to experiencing some pleasure myself.