Mia has been taking cooking lessons with Chef Cooper for a few weeks. She found his services on a website and wants to expand her average culinary skills. She never thought cooking lessons could be so fun, with their flirting and not-so-subtle sexual innuendos.
Finishing her hair, she scans herself in the mirror, liking what she sees: a white crop top, heather grey spandex shorts bra, and no panties. She mischievously smiles as the seam parts her lips. She is a master in the art of seduction.
Chef Cooper rings the doorbell, holding a bag with today's lesson.
Mia looks through the window and opens the door with a big smile, "Hi Chef Cooper. Come in."
"Good afternoon, Mia." He walks in as she breathes deeply, enjoying his intoxicating cologne. She also notices he is wearing a fitted t-shirt, showing his well-toned chest and arms. His jeans show his well-formed ass, which makes Mia's mind wander.
They walk into the kitchen, with Mia leading the way. Chef Cooper watches her ass in her tight shorts as she confidently struts into the kitchen. He feels his cock stir, which he hides with the grocery bag of ingredients.
"What are we making today?" Mia asks as she spins around. Her nipples point through her top.
"Umm...." He loses his thought as his attention goes directly to her nipples. She stands off to the side of the island, leaving only her top for his viewing pleasure.
"Does it look like shrimp and scallops?" she asks inquisitively, looking in the bag.
He quickly tries to regain his composure, "Yes. We are grilling scallops and shrimp."
Their ongoing innuendos and flirting become stronger with each meeting. At times, they have stammered with keeping their relationship plutonic.
Mia has a sultry tone and looks, "But Chef, I don't have a grill."
He smiles, "I left my electric grill on your porch." Who is he kidding? The heightened sexual tension makes the cooking lesson an afterthought.
Mia moves around from the island, trying to gain his attention and moving less than an arm's length. He is bent over, taking their items out of the bag. She straddles the bags, leaving him the view of the growing wet spot on her shorts.
"Uuummmmmm...seafood can quickly go bad if left out while preparing your meal and should be refrigerated." He places them in the refrigerator. He breathes in deeply and exhales as he struggles to keep his urges in check.
Mia walks behind him and puts her hand on his lower back, "Can you find enough room?"
Cooper quickly turns around and firmly takes her head in his hands, bending down to kiss Mia. Her hand goes behind his head and pushes him into her. The passion, the tension, overcomes them both. Their hands explore each other's bodies.
Mia grabs his shirt and lifts it off. Her hands run over his muscular chest. Teasing one of his nipples with her fingertips. She looks into his eyes, and she sees his approval.
He quickly removes her shirt and lifts her onto the kitchen island. They passionately kiss as their hands roam each other's bodies. He bends down to her pussy and slowly kisses through her shorts, and runs his tongue from just above her clit, up her stomach, between her breasts, up to her collarbone. He stops and looks into her eyes. Her anticipation of his next move grows.
He kisses the base of her neck, just below her ear. Then he runs the tip of his tongue up to her ear and whispers, "You had this planned, didn't you?"
She softly, teasingly laughs, "I think you did more than I."
