The 'erotic gourmet' - a kitchen story #1

(Image - "kitchen counter comes in handy"- My Pouting Lips.)

And this be the result of the fall down the Rabbit's Hole while indulging in a kitchen fest of cooking...The Weekend Edition of a story for that 'erotic gourmet'.


The idea had toyed in her mind for quite some time. Her work station in the kitchen a solid unit, sitting at the right height, for a dalliance sensual, beginning to take form, rather than just be an imagined concept.
And standing at the base of the workstation, she raised a toast and smiled.

....the lights had been dimmed, just enough to reveal details of a near naked body, to reveal eyes murky with depths of want and abandon.
The space oozed of scents and odours indulgent and rich, heavy almond, a hint of a heady sweet liqueur. Scent...indistinguishable but, potent...that sweetness was offered on arrival...and once the tiny crystal glass hit the lips, there was no stopping the desire to down it in one gulp...such was the intensity...at first, a velvety flow of hot richness and then the pit of the tummy was hit and an instant reaction of gluttonous need to ask for a refill, ...of which was already poured and handed over.
A small bead of sweat appeared on his upper lip, a heat began to envelope him, the music transe-like, light in its notes, inviting him to let go.
He asked to remove his jacket. 
She insisted he did...and before he knew it, she had unbuttoned his shirt, her hands travelling, ...travelling the lines of his tense torso. He wasn't sure if he had been drugged or if it simply was the moment but, he felt out of control, a loose end. 
As if reading his thoughts, she assured him he was fine and that maybe the opium scents of her perfume and the headiness of the moment be the perfect aphrodisiac that helped with relaxing his mind and letting his body be possessed.
All of a sudden he became very aware of her breasts. She had pulled him into her form and he could feel their softness and in contradiction, the piercing hardness of her nipples. She was topless. How could he have missed that?
He felt frozen in the moment, an unexpected reality. It didn't even feel like seconds since his arrival but, he knew that wasn't true.
"Care for a bite?" She asked.
"Uhm...sure. Why not." Even though he didn't feel hungry. It seemed right at to go with the flow and accept whatever may be on offer.

Her space was one without walls...and thus easy to follow her swishing progress to what must be her kitchen, he presumed.
Her hips full, her buttocks tight, a shimmering cloth draped across them, loosely. Her legs stretched on forever, walking comfortably on heels high. Her waist pinched itself inwards , a perfect hour glass image.
"You like what u see?" she asked. 
Him being lost in the swish of the shimmering cloth, now and again revealing a little more than the roundness of her buttocks. 
And then he became aware of the centre piece. A granite slab rich with, what looked like fruits, food...pastries...bottles of interesting liquers. The reason for that slab becoming a noticed feature be her pressing of her hips against the edge, slightly spreading her legs, leaning forward reaching for something further down the counter, giving him a perfect view of a glimpse of her soft womanly mound, snugly positioned between her thighs.
His breath caught, his heart began to beat like crazy, especially since she raised herself higher on her toes, elevating her hips, her round buttocks parting yet, unable to see anything more but a dark shadow of what treasure may be waiting for him to discover.
Damn the low light!... he thought.
"Would u mind hitching me higher on to the surface?" She asked. " I prefer your help than walking around to the other side of the counter." she continued...turning slightly and looking at him backwards....(to be continued.) RB.