Christ I was horny. Watching Dana parade around all night in her slinky little black dress and spiked heels was driving me nuts. I tried to return my focus to the salmon I was sautéing for dinner and get it off the way her breasts strained against the filmy fabric of her dress as she sauntered around the kitchen, a glass of wine in her hand. It wasn't working.
Let me back up a bit, I'm a personal chef that provides an in home cooking service for people who want something a little more special than just a restaurant visit for special occasions or small parties. I've worked with Dana on several dinner parties and birthdays, and tonight was her anniversary, 10 years with her husband, Jeff. She's a vision, standing 5'8", maybe 120 pounds with an incredible body made firm from her work as an aerobics instructor. I had met her at the gym where she teaches and our sporadic conversations led to her initially hiring me for a dinner party for Jeff's boss.
As I worked the risotto, I felt her come up behind me for a peek and a smell, her hand touching my shoulder. "Smells good," she said. "What is it?"
"An asparagus and shrimp risotto," I replied, my skin tingling from her soft touch, "and if you don't leave me to it, it's going to turn into a lump of goo."
"Oh, okay," she giggled, "I'm not interested in that kind of goo!" With that, she spun on a heel and went off to enjoy her wine.
I couldn't help but wonder what kind of goo she was interested in as I finished the risotto and began plating the dinners. I served their dinner and watched with a pang of jealousy as Dana ran her fingers up and down Jeff's arm while they ate, talked, and laughed through the meal. They were already through a second bottle of wine as I brought out dessert, a molten chocolate cake, and cleared the dinner plates.
I spied them feeding it too each other, and watched as Dana leaned over and licked a drip of chocolate from Jeff's chin, and then slid her tongue into his mouth for a deep, soulful kiss. Damn she was hot.
I was almost finished cleaning up when Dana came back into the kitchen. "Mike," she said, "that was one of the most fabulous meals I've ever had the pleasure of eating. Thank you so much for making this a fantastic evening for us. I just wish there was someway I could express my gratitude to you."
My brain went into overdrive. "Sure," my brain said, "you could drop to your knees and suck my cock and then let me fuck you silly like I've wanted to since the day we met." What came out of my mouth was more like "It was my pleasure, Dana. I'm just glad I could help make the occasion special for you." What a dork.
"Where's Jeff?" I asked, not seeing him at the table any longer.
"He went up to our room to rest for a minute. I think all that wine went to his head a little."
"Okay," I replied, "I'm just about done here so tell him Happy Anniversary for me if I don't see him before I leave."
"Leave?" Dana asked. "Wouldn't you like to relax for a minute, maybe have a drink now that you're not working anymore?"
"Uh, sure, I guess that'd be okay. Got any good bourbon?"
"Of course, honey, Jeff only drinks the expensive stuff!"
Honey??
"Terrific, just point me to it."
"Don't be silly, baby," Dana cooed, "just go sit in the den and I'll bring it to you. Neat, right?"
"Right," I replied. Baby?? What the hell was going on here?
I went into the den and sat on the couch. Dana brought the bourbon in and sat down next to me, her legs curled under her. She played with her wavy blonde hair, twirling it around her fingers, as we chatted about something mundane. It was all I could do to focus on what she was saying as she kept twirling her hair, then touching my arm lightly, giggling the whole time.
"Damn," she said softly.
"What?" I asked
