Cynthia responded, then continued her instructions, "Yes, all possible from the controls on the tablet. The oven and cooktop can even maintain a cooler temperature during the day so your meat doesn't go off.
"Now for eating, you still need to eat like you always have done, chew properly and swallow, however we can enhance the experience using the other gloves and sensor for that purpose. This will sound odd, but you might find it better if you sit at the dinner table without pants on. The improvement of your eating experience is not just for your taste buds. The seat of your special chair is made from the same material as your other gear. If you select the sensual response then you could receive foodgasms as you eat. These can be over the entire meal, or just selected parts. Maybe you love brussel sprouts, so you pick those to give you a foodgasm. The seat cover will fold itself over your hips and crotch to produce an effect similar to your bed sheet, and also catch any and all emissions you might produce. Even if you lose total control and put out a solid, it will happily collect and absorb it then clean you up as well," she paused a moment as a shiver ran up her spine, "It can be quite an experience, very liberating."
I was totally awed.
With her order book in her hand she inquired, "So John, what did you think? I believe I have shown exactly what you were wanting. Are you prepared to make a purchase?"
Her inquisitive sexy look had me overcome as I tried to nod, even managing a weak "Yes." My mind was filled with a vision of her wide eyes looking up at me as she took my cock in her mouth. The wide eyed look changed instantly to a thousand watt smile when I agreed to buy a new kitchen. We then ironed out the details of my preferences from her sample books, and with each selection I got a grin and she concurred I had made the right choice. Her smile and little movement confirmed she was happy as it set her breasts to wobble. I couldn't help but smile in return.
By the time we were finished I was almost drooling with sexual desire. Packing up her folders and equipment back into her case was another study of controlled movement, including her clit and cleavage. I hadn't realised until now that I was sitting in my new sensory lounge chair, so everything I was witnessing was amplified accentuating the positive feelings. I later admitted to myself that she was a super salesperson who knew exactly how to make a sale.
Her leaving was another case of follow-that-butt as her hips swayed like they would hit the walls on both sides of my hallway. Her smile and long hug at the door confirmed she was pleased that I was again her customer. I was happy to have those boobs pressed against me and I took the liberty of running my hands down her body to lightly press against her butt before trailing off her hips. This confirmed she definitely had no underwear, and she even gave a nudge of her body against my crotch for good measure. She sighed deeply before saying goodbye and leaving me to my dreams.
#3
Four weeks later I spent the Monday morning at home, to allow for delivery of the materials for the kitchen. I was amazed that it looked like the same two men, one short and one tall, who made the deliveries. The workman followed soon after, and to my surprise and joy Cynthia arrived as well. Her blue dress exploited her sex appeal really well, highlighting her breasts and hips to perfection. This time she was here to oversea the workmen and make certain they had the right plans and the equipment delivered was correct.
I welcomed her and received a wonderful hug in greeting. Again I noted the smooth lines of her outfit as though there was nought beneath it except her body. Like Helen, her boobs didn't appear to require support except to reduce the sway and wobble they tended to do when she moved. Checking the boxes was a delight for me as she bent every which way, allowing perfect views of her cleavage and butt. One electrical appliance needed the serial and model number confirmed which meant she had to squirm around several other items stored around it. The information was on a plate near the floor and the resultant view of her crotch as she was on her back with knees apart was sublime. Her slit was different, but no less gorgeous than Helen's had been. Not sure why I was being treated like this, but who was I to complain.
It was two weeks of disruption. The tradesmen worked each day while I could hide at work, but every night was an exercise in trying to do normal things without a kitchen. Meals were relatively easy, either eating at cafes or take-aways at home with only throw out rubbish. Even getting a drink of water had to be different as I got it from my bathroom sink instead of the kitchen as was my usual way. Easy to do, just had to change my habits, especially after arriving at the kitchen in the middle of the night to find nothing there. Being somewhat lazy and habitual by nature I tended to dine at the same cafe close to home, trying all their main meals on the menu. I even got to know the first name of all the staff. Unfortunately my luck ran out again as it was owned and operated by a few married couples. I flirted with the women, who were all married, but kept it very overt and easy to see I was just having fun.
Two weeks eventually went by and my new kitchen and dining area were superb, everything I had hoped and expected. It wasn't cheap, but what else am I spending money on. Cynthia turned up to inspect the work, get my approval and carry out the handover. She was again in blue, but this time it was a short skirt and blouse combination, both very snug fitting showing her shapely figure to perfection. Receiving a hug in greeting made me feel great, and could feel her charms pressing against my chest.
"I must say Cynthia the kitchen is magnificent, even better than I envisaged."
"Thank you Bob. Always a great feeling to have our work appreciated. It did turn out well, and the tradesmen did a great job. Let's go through everything, starting with a check that there are no unwanted marks, scratches and it all works as it is meant to."
We did that, Cynthia tried everything as I watched. She went from drawer to door to switch and dial. It was a treat as she reached high for some things, then squatted for others. She had to bend to check the insides of the fridge and oven, which was a magnificent sight to behold.
I almost laughed when she was standing beside the island and called me over to stand with her, repeating the actions of before but this time without the tablet. Holding her close to me with my arms tight around her waist. My cock began flaccid, but was soon hard buried between her butt cheeks. I even took the liberty of slipping my hands up a bit higher to touch her underboob. She was holding my arms with her hands, but never tried to stop my position change. She even seemed to tighten her hold slightly, shifting my arms a bit higher than where I stopped to almost support the underside of her breasts.
After a full circle we paused, standing still, looking at a bare wall. I was enjoying it so much that bare wall looked like the best million dollar view anyone could find. Cynthia remained leaning against me with her head resting against my chest, it was turned slightly to touch her forehead to the side of my jaw. It was like having a girlfriend cuddling me, the best feeling possible for me, even though I knew it was just her way for customer relations. It was a full three minutes before she gave a sigh and moved away from me, even keeping hold of my arms as she dropped hers to her side causing me to stroke her body from chest to hips before having to release her grip. Not feeling her underwear was a real bonus for the lonely guy that I am.
"So Bob, if you are happy with it, can you sign the completion certificate."
"Happy to Cynthia, but what about the custom package? You haven't shown me that yet."
"No problems Bob, that comes next. This form is just for the construction work," she watched me sign before continuing as she put the form into her case, then pull out a package, "Thanks Bob. Now here is where the fun begins. The box on the bench top there contains a tablet loaded with all the cooking tips and recipes you would ever need. It has demonstrations by all the best chefs. The box also contains the sensors and has a little cameras in it. That needs to be set up, on its adjustable stand wherever you are preparing food, and a second one for the table where you would be eating.
"In this package which you can open are pairs of gloves, one for cooking and another for eating, and a chef's hat for when you are cooking. They are made from the same material as your sheets and lounge cover."
She then spent time going through a lot of the user information, some was what Helen had already told me.
