Cabernet Sauvignon, pasta fagioli soup, melt in your mouth Italian bread....the meal Celia created was amazing, but my palate was yearning for so much more. She awakened my taste buds with the passion she poured into every part of this amazing dinner. As I tried to slip slowly on my wine, I watched intently as she worked in the kitchen dicing tomatoes, measuring broth, chopping parsley...every detail was so important to her. We discussed many things while she cooked...kids, music, food....but I felt like an imposter into her world of cooking because of the love she had for it. In was a huge turn on...the way she bit her bottom lip occasionally while thinking about every ingredient she needed to make the soup perfect. I am actually glad she didn't look up from her tasks too much because her blue eyes just sent an amazing ache into me every time, and I would have to catch my breath. All I kept thinking about was what I wanted to do to her later....how I wanted to show her the passion I had for her...how her love for cooking just made me want to please her in every possible way.
After dinner I helped her clean up the kitchen, and I could feel the sexual vibes radiating off of her...or was that just me? Whatever scent she was wearing was driving me crazy...she smelled so sweet and clean. I reached for a plate she had washed so I could dry it, and my arm brushed against hers. The electricity in that subtle touch was enough for both of us to pause for just a moment and look at each other. I couldn't stand it anymore, and I had a feeling she couldn't either. I stopped and ran my finger lightly down her arm, and her blue eyes looked into mine. She let go of the dish she was washing, and I handed her my towel. She wiped the sudsy water off her hands and turned to me.