Now I Am Hungry

I returned from the beach to find my lover in the kitchen. This was of little surprise as Sophie is a self described 'foodie' who loves to cook. The arrangement works great for me, as I love to eat and am usually ravenous, however my attention was not drawn to food at the moment, but to the fact that she was wearing my favorite shirt and nothing else.

"Hi Sweetheart," she said over her shoulder as I entered from the back door. The shirt was several sizes too large for her and hung down over her body like a very short mini skirt. "How was your swim?" she asked, not turning her attention from her project on the cutting board.

"It was nice," I said distractedly, as my eyes followed the lines of her naked legs which terminated tauntingly under a few short inches of soft cotton fabric. I dropped my towel on the kitchen table and casually closed the distance; placing my hands on her hips and kissing her cheek. "What are you cooking?" I asked as I looked over her shoulder while simultaneously pressing my crotch against her ass.

My attentions were met with neither resistance nor encouragement for she was clearly busy with the preparations of what was sure to be another fabulous meal. "I'm making Papaya Marinade for tonight's chicken," she said as she busily diced fresh papaya on the cutting board before her.

My eyes only briefly followed the pending feast which was laid out on the counter-top, instead, I was noticing that she had only buttoned a couple of the buttons up the front of the shirt. "La marinada es muy buena," I said as my eyes followed the generous opening of the shirt down her torso.

"Tu español está mejorando," she replied without breaking from the rhythm of her chopping.

"Brilliante," I say looking at her erect nipples while my hands slowly glided under the soft cotton fabric onto the bare skin of her hips.

She paused from her preparations and gave me a gentle elbow to the ribs. "Remember, Tengo un cuchillo," she said with a mock tone of exasperation.

Knowing that I better not push my luck, I gave her some space. As I took a seat at the kitchen table, she turned and gave me a brief coy smile before returning her attention to preparing supper.

The next twenty minutes or so was a delightful adventure into the world of a 'Foodie'. Sophi was in her element and was quite happy to describe in detail each step of the process; interrupting herself occasionally to feed me a cube of papaya before adding and blending spices. Mixing and slicing. I listened politely; enjoying the sound of her voice, enjoying the sway of her hips, enjoying the uncensored view of her long beautiful legs.

At one point she stood on her tip-toes and stretched to reach for an ingredient on the top shelf. The effect of lengthening her body pulled the shirt just over the cheeks of her ass and it was nearly more than I could take.

"Well that just about does it," she said as I adjusted the painful erection in my shorts. "Now all we have to do is wait."

"Wait?" I say. "Cuánto tiempo?"

She shrugged, "Well the chicken needs to marinate for at least another hour."

"Well I'm hungry now," I tease.

With this prompt, she turned to face me and leaned her buttocks against the counter. "Oh?" she asked with a smirk, with her hands by her side casually gripping the edge of the granite counter-top. We locked eye contact for several long moments. Slowly the look on her face softened from mock exasperation to something else... something softer. She bit down on her bottom lip and I could read the first signs of desire in her eyes.

My own lust had been building for the last half an hour and I was in no state to resist this clear invitation. She looked on seductively and gave me a wry smile as I slowly rose from my chair. She was taunting me now and I decided to match this energy and tease her right back. I stood before her and gently leaned in until only the tips of our noses touched. As we kissed I could feel her lips still curled into a gentle smile. She stubbornly remained in position, so I allowed my face to follow the lines of her cheek until I found the softest fold of skin below her chin.

Sophie made no moves to pull me into an embrace. Her hands remained firmly gripping the edge of the granite counter-top but the tender kisses on her throat elicited a sigh, so I allowed my lips to follow the trail of bare skin exposed by the haphazardly buttoned shirt. Slowly I bent over, leaving a trail of tender kisses, down her throat, through her cleavage, until I was forced to pause at the first button just above her navel.

I could hear that her breathing was picking up and could sense that her body was softening; melting in fact. My lover let go of the counter-top and allowed her hands to turn face out as if in rapture, or as if in a gesture of completely giving in, or as if in an offering. She was giving herself over to me now. I undid the first button and continued my path down the open shirt. On my knees now, my fingers worked the second button loose. Then without removing my lips from her belly, I released the third and final button. The shirt fell away to her sides, finally revealing her body to my tender ministrations. From the cadence of her breathing, it was clear that she needed more attention.

I resisted the urge to lean back and admire my handiwork, choosing instead to continue my descent over the soft bulge of her abdomen until my face found the perfect triangle of pubic hair. Sitting back now on my heels, I explored this soft space with the tip of my nose, ever so slowly working my way down, gently continuing my exploration until I found exactly what I was looking for: a single bead of moisture between the inner lips of her vulva.

In my own state of heightened arousal, I was tempted to plunge my face into these moist folds, greedily lapping with my tongue, but the wry teasing smile she had given me minutes before lingered in my consciousness. Determined to tease her right back, I gently pressed the tip of my tongue into the moisture and spread the single bead of the nectar up the inner folds of her lips and over the top of her clitoris. This elicited a low groan and simultaneously, she pressed her hips towards me in an attempt to increase the pressure, but I allowed my head to ebb and flow with her movements. Several times, I dove between her inner lips with my tongue dragging the moisture upwards and over the top of her clit, and with each movement her vulva was becoming warmer and wetter, and with each movement her breathing growing heavier, and her attempts to press into me firmer.

Throughout this process, my lover's legs had slowly begun to part; allowing me more access to her inner most folds, but in a standing position only so much could be accomplished. I took my left hand and scooped it behind her knee, lifting her leg by the thigh so that she only stood on one foot. I continued to tease her with my tongue, patiently dragging moisture over her clit in a steady cadence that was clearly building momentum. Finally, my lover could take no more. With one hand she firmly grasped the edge of the counter, and with the other she took me by the back of the head, wrapped her fingers into my hair for a better grip, and pulled my face hard into her vagina.

I greedily plunged my tongue as deep into her as I could. Simultaneously, she humped my face, forcing my upper lip to slide back and forth over the top of her clit, which had become very slick at this point. Her breathing and moans were frantic now, and her hips moved up and down with a wild frenzy. It was hard for me to hold on. It was hard for me to breath. My tongue ached, but I dared not let up the pressure for she was clearly very close to an explosive orgasm.

Her body tensed as she pulled my face into her crotch with all of her strength, forcing me to hold my breath. Then, all at once, it happened. She came....loudly and forcefully, and it was glorious.

My lover unfurled her fingers from my hair and eased her grip, allowing me to come up for air. I laid my ear upon her thigh, releasing her leg and listening to her try to catch her breath as I did the same. Her legs had clearly become jelly, for no sooner than her foot hit the floor, her body began to slide down the side of the cabinet until she joined me on the tile floor of the kitchen. We held each other tightly, kissing lightly, but mostly content to catch our breath.

Eventually, she sat up a little to face me. She looked at me a moment, her coy smile returning, she said, "Ahora estoy hambriento."