The key to an authentic salsa is in the roasting of the peppers, preferably over an open flame, but a stovetop will also do the trick if no other option is available at the time.
Both the red pepper and jalapeño started to bounce on the ceramic as the contents within began to steam. They danced almost to a rhythm while never straying far from the center of the heat, as though running on the tips of their toes back and forth over hot coals. Eventually the pressure building up inside would be so great that something would give, likely causing a small explosion out the top or side that would send seeds in all directions. Or perhaps if the skin held for long enough it would pop the top right off the pepper and send it, along with its core, flying across the room like a torpedo shot from a submarine.
Rick never waited long enough to find out which one would occur. He weighed the option of experimenting versus the reality of cleanup and the latter always overruled. He turned both the vegetables over, exposing the blackened outer skin on both the red pepper and the large green jalapeño. It was important to roast all the sides, though not always possible depending on the shape of the pepper, it was always something he was careful about when selecting the vegetables at the market.
As they bobbled to the heat Rick continued dicing the tomatoes, mincing the coriander and garlic, and squeezing each halve of the small bright green limon into a colorful ceramic bowl. Onions. Rick loved onions but for reasons he still couldn't quite map out Laura would not eat them. While she always remained consistent in her dislike of them, the reasoning on any given day would shift like a subtle breeze. Whether it was truly the texture or the strong flavor he still wasn't convinced, but he knew enough to pick his battles, and fighting over an onion was one battle he was always willing to let pass. Even the urge of sarcasm he'd managed to subdue, keeping his drole theories to himself, like the one where as a child she must have been struck in the head by an onion falling out of an onion tree. She would not have laughed at that... but he certainly would. So for the sake of picking one's battles he would simply bypass the onion from each recipe, but allow the image of her sitting under an onion tree and grin to himself quietly.
He reached back and turned the burner to the left on the stove panel then removed both of the peppers. They had blackened nicely while still remaining firm. The timing was important since if they went too long the peppers would soften and lose their texture. He cut the top off the red pepper and it puffed out a small cloud of steam as though it had been relieved of some vegetable stress. He finished dicing the pepper and put it in the ceramic bowl along with the other fresh ingredients and moved on to the jalapeño. He preferred to cut them lengthwise in halves then quarters. He then contemplated, as he always did, to what extent he would deseed the pepper. He loved heat, he would be more than content dipping a full jalapeño into a vegetable dip and eating it whole. The heat had little effect on him, to him the heat was the flavor. But since this salsa was being made for Laura and friends who were coming over for diner he didn't want to risk over spicing the mix. He reluctantly removed all but about six of the seeds and diced the jalapeño and then stirred it into the bowl.
"What's that smell?" Laura asked as she walked into the kitchen wearing her new jeans and a bra he had never seen before. Her hair was still wet from the shower and even over the smell of the salsa and roasted peppers he could tell she smelled really good.
"I did the peppers on the stove this time, I didn't feel like turning on the barbecue just for that. Why? Does it smell bad?"
"No, I just didn't know what it was" she said while stealing the spoon from the bowl and trying a taste of the fresh salsa.
"Wow babe" she said as she tasted it, "you need to open up a restaurant or something" and she reached for another spoonful.
"Thank you, but you should probably save some for the others" Rick grinned as he made his way around the island.
"Uh uh!" Laura said while smiling and backing up with the spoon up to her mouth. She knew what he was looking at, the new bra she had purchased the day before, knowing they would have some time alone today. She instinctively covered her breasts with her left arm while trying to finish the spoonful with her right hand. She missed and some salsa dripped from her bottom lip to the top of her left breast, slowly making its way in between them.
Rick was standing right in front of her by now, his index fingers hooked on the loops of her beltless jeans pushing his pelvis into hers. His eyes followed the trail of salsa as it founds its way from her wet lower lip into that great place between her tits, a place where she had done magical things to his dick.
"This was supposed to be a surprise for later" she said while slowly moving her hand away from her breasts and onto his bicep. "But you may as well lick that salsa off my tits right now".
In less time than it took for the words to come from her lips did his cock fill with blood and press up against his pants. He was wearing yoga pants and there was no way of hiding his growing excitement.
"It was no surprise for later, you came down here looking to get laid" Rick said while running his hands up her sides. He could feel her stomach tighten and almost hear her pussy getting wet. "Or else you would have come down here with a shirt on."
She reached down and slid her hand under the elastic waist of his pants and grabbed his cock. "yes" she said, "you're right, I don't know what's with me but I need to get fucked, like right now." She gripped him hard and rubbed it back and forth while dropping the spoon and reaching in with her other hand. She cupped and played with his balls as she jerked him off with her second hand. By now her tongue was deep in his mouth, performing acts that he knew would be done again soon, elsewhere. Rick moaned as she continued casting her spell over him, hypnotizing him with the magic of her hands working his cock and the wetness and roughness of her kiss sending waves of pleasure through his core.
