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. 01-05, which are all prequels to this story.
I'm sure I've mentioned it before but it bears repeating that, despite the growing number of celebrity chefs that I was involved with, I still was not spending every night with one of them. Not only were they all very busy and often traveling, but we all still had to go to work every day so, as much as I and probably some if not all of them would have liked to spend every night fucking each other, it just was not realistic. That being said, we did spend time together whenever we could, whether fucking or otherwise, and I was absolutely grateful for every opportunity. I'm sure I was never thinking that I could use more celebrity chef pussy in my life, even back when it was just Amanda and Katie, but somehow each one seemed to bring another into the fold. Again, I was absolutely grateful, and so far everything had worked out where there were no conflicts, but I can't even imagine having another opportunity come up and needing to decline.
When Antonia reached out to me to let me know that she'd been talking me up to Stephanie Boswell after learning that Stephanie would be in New York for a couple of days, of course I was absolutely interested in seeing Stephanie if she was also interested. Antonia went on to say, though, that Stephanie was actually a little bit hesitant about the whole idea so wanted to meet up with me for a drink and to talk a bit first. I definitely didn't have any issue with that and had Antonia give her my contact information so we could coordinate something. I picked a place near her hotel and we met up there, ordering drinks and sitting in the bar. She was wearing a white, summery dress with a jean jacket over it and wedge heels that really accentuated her long legs. As soon as I saw her, I knew I was going to be disappointed if she decided to pass on hooking up.
She had questions and it turned out that Antonia's description of the situation had been a little inelegant. I clarified that I was not even remotely like a gigolo, if that was the sense she was getting, and that it was more like casually dating a few different women who, like her, have limited free time for a traditional dating situation. The thing that helped put her at ease the most was when I shared the story of how I'd initially met Amanda and Katie on the cruise and how that had led to where we were at that moment. I was never trying to sell her on having sex with me that night because, if she decided she was interested after all, I wanted that to be her decision not because I'd put any pressure on her. I most definitely was interested in getting her naked but, even if she decided to pass, I had a feeling that Antonia might encourage her to rethink it once she heard how things had gone.
Fortunately, once Stephanie knew the whole situation, she was much more comfortable and visibly relaxed quite a bit. We continued talking but went lightly on the drinking and it wasn't much longer before she suggested that we head out. Since it was nearby, we decided to go to her hotel first so that she could pick up some things, but then planned to go to my place, which would have more to offer in the morning than a hotel room. Once we were walking over to her hotel, she decided that maybe she'd switch shoes, too, since she was realizing that the wedge heels were not ideal for extended walking.
We ended up having the elevator all to ourselves and, since she was on a higher floor, we had some time and took the opportunity to slip into each other's arms and kiss for the first time. This quickly led to making out so she was clearly much more comfortable than she had been earlier that evening. My cock was stiffening so I figured her pussy was probably getting nice and wet and, based on what she'd told me earlier about not being involved with anyone at the moment, I didn't want to wait until we'd made it to my place to take care of her. There was no reason not to pre-game in her hotel room to at least take the edge off so, once she'd let us in, I had her sit on the end of the bed under the guise of helping her get those shoes off. Once I'd unfastened the straps, slipped them off and set them aside, I pushed her knees apart and she didn't resist.
Sliding the hem of her dress up revealed her panties but I didn't even take the time to slip them off. I kissed my way toward them along her soft, smooth inner thighs then just pulled them aside, revealing a well-groomed brown bush, and ran my tongue along her slit. She moaned as I lapped up the copious juices that she was producing while I made a mental note to show Antonia my appreciation next time I saw her, maybe this very same way. I was so stoked that things had turned out this way after the way they had started out and was thrilled to have another new pussy to devour. I wanted to make sure that Stephanie did not regret her decision so my goal was to provide her with the highest level of pleasure that I could for as long as I could, leading up to what would hopefully be a monumental orgasm. Of course that was my goal no matter whose pussy I was eating but it felt a bit more consequential at that moment.
I slipped a finger into her snug, slippery pussy, sliding it in and out while licking and sucking her clit. This had her moaning even louder and longer while beginning to subtly rock her hips. She'd been reclining back on her elbows but dropped all the way back and reached down to hold onto my head. I glanced up, figuring that her boobs were squeezed between her arms, but the jean jacket was covering them as it had been all night so I couldn't even tell how big they were. I was plenty aware that I'd be seeing them soon enough, and much more, based on how things were going so I wasn't the least bit put off; I was just curious. Since she was still completely covered up and I couldn't even see the expression on her face with her lying back, I just focused on enjoying her pussy while providing as much pleasure as I could manage.
I could tell she was quickly building toward an orgasm, not just by the noises she was making, but also as she was tensing up and arching her back. I was doing what I could to draw out the pleasure but I didn't want it to feel like I was keeping her orgasm just out of reach so, when it felt like she was close to needing relief, I stopped trying to draw it out and focused instead on getting her the rest of the way there. Her pussy was becoming even hotter and wetter but I wasn't planning to slip my achingly hard cock into her before we made it over to my place; this was really just about her. When she was apparently right on the verge of cumming, she went completely silent for a brief moment then cried out as all the tension left her body and she began shaking. I continued to slide my finger in and out of her now even hotter and wetter pussy while licking and sucking her clit, hoping to prolong the pleasure she was feeling. It was a long orgasm and appeared to be highly pleasurable so I was happy to have helped to make that happen. When she finally went still and silent, I raised my head and slipped my finger from her pussy into my mouth, sucking her juices off as I gazed at her pussy.
"That was absolutely amazing," she eventually said, propping herself up on her elbows again, "and I needed it so badly so thank you."
"You're very welcome," I replied as I was standing up, "but that was really just to take the edge off. There's a lot more in store once we get over to my place."
