It was some time around 2:00 PM when the lunch rush finally started to die down. A few stragglers litter about the tables, silhouetted in the sunlight against the windows of the dining room. Each still deeply engrossed in conversations that I can only guess as to their nature and themes. I’m standing at the double swing doors of my kitchen as I look out, surveying the modest Mediterranean-styled décor and the various occupants therein. Mainly a few couples and single tops left, barely visible against the light of yellow gold, and orange that shines bright and warm through rose-tinted windows. 

I begin my walk around as I usually do after the rush, it’s the only thing that calms the pumping thud in my veins. Another day of controlling and manipulating the raw chaos that is the professional kitchen. Organizing all of the jumble, clattering, and yelling into something coherent and tangible. A delicate balancing act between success and oblivion, all to serve the starving masses that could care less most of the time about the dedicated hard-working idiots in the back. busting ass, cutting, burning, and frying themselves just because they can and will... Just for that feeling, that I feel now. 

It’s cooler in the dining room; that’s why I like to come up here, it’s not like in the hellfire oven of the kitchen behind me. I seated myself down at one of the wrap-around booth tables along the back wall, my favorite spot to watch, and wonder, about what the leftovers of people were talking about. Probably just a lot of discussion about the everyday things that I choose to not take part in. 

I enjoyed that about this job, seemed like the only natural way to set myself apart and keep myself outside ‘the norm,’ whatever the hell that is. I lean back against the high leather curve in my seat, turning my attention away from my guests. Inspecting the smooth burgundy colored material, running my hand along its smooth surface, looking for flaws and things to keep myself occupied with. 
‘Ahh, I should get someone to clean these today,’ I think as I lean further back, resting my tired legs on the bench seat and checking as long as I’m there the red table cloth for tears and frayed edges. I use my elbow as a brace and bring a foot up next to me in a full recline position. 

“Anything to drink, chef?” Jennifer, one of my wait staff asks as she walks by. 

“Just a tall glass of ice water, please. I think I might prep for the next rush in a little bit, love, thanks," I say back with a noticeably tired smile. 

“It's good to be the boss, huh?” Jen asks sarcastically and I reply with a wide grin.

“Oh hey, chef, someone is here that wants to see you,” she says with a big grin, eyebrows jumping quickly as she continues, “She’s still here. Want me to send her over? She has been here a while already." 

“She?” I ask.

“Yeah, you know… your fan," she says and continues, "She’s a couple of booths down," she tells me holding her hand vertically flat and pointing at it, to indicate where “she" is seated. 

I slowly pull myself up in my seat and look down at the row of horseshoe-shaped booths. All that I can see is the perfect golden tanned skin of curvy, supple legs, crossed elegantly half hanging off the edge of the bowed seat. My eyes widen and a long breath escapes my lungs with a little grunt. 

Looking back up at Jen, I say in a noticeably more nervous tone, “Oh really, me, why?” Suddenly the room feels a bit hotter as my face begins to flush and turn a noticeable pink. 

“I’ll get your water, chef," Jen says. "You going over or am I sending her over here?” she says ignoring my question. Giggling at my shyness, she continued, “Don’t keep her waiting,” and under her breath just barely audible, “She’s fucking gorgeous, chef… don’t fuck yourself up on this, you got it!” 

I give a little nervous chuckle, shooting what I hope conveyed my note of sarcasm in the look I give back as Jen wanders off. Collecting myself internally, I call out across the room.

“Just bring it to me over there, Jen.”

Building up my confidence, I stand up and straighten my food-stained chef’s coat, unbuttoning the double breast and re-buttoning up the cleaner under-fold of cloth for a better presentation. I take one more deep breath and I start down the row towards your table. 

I remember the first time I saw you from a glance through the swinging double doors of my kitchen. You were with friends on that first occasion, time slowed down as the doors swung to and fro. That’s where I caught a glance of what I could only call a waking dream. It was only a second or two, but the vision was still clear as day even now months later. 

I only saw you from the side but that’s all it took. Your long raven black hair flowed in waves along your shoulders and back, the tight form of your fit body wrapped in a tight crimson dress, red lipstick to match framing the most beautiful curve on your body, your smile. A smile lit the room that evening as you were shown to your table.

I can still remember your first order, Greek-style chicken orzo with crispy lemon roasted broccoli and an Italian-inspired orange ricotta cake for dessert. My staff noticed my distraction of course and when questioned, I pointed you out. No one was in disagreement, you were the most beautiful woman to have ever graced my establishment. And ever since, they would draw my attention to your presence when you’d come back.

Tonight is different apparently, you’d never asked to see or talk with me till now. It is the longest short-walk I’ve taken. My tired legs carry me slowly over to your table. My nerves after a few deep breaths seem to vanish as I approach. I manage to draw up a cooler demeanor, leaning up against the soft satin privacy curtain that drapes each table, and that hangs on rings above.

“Hello, my name is Jake, head chef, and owner," I say with a little pride in my voice. "How might I be of service, Miss?” I ask casually, looking at you with a perfect view, down into your ample cleavage, into the blue slip of your dress, again, expertly fitted to your amazing body. ‘Huh…no bra?’ I think being my usual observant self, making note of it and letting the thought pass by without a second. 

“Oh… Hello!” you jump, as you look up quickly giving us both a start. We quickly recover, giggling and sharing shy small smiles at each other. 

“Hey… Hi!” you continue excitedly, “My name is, Alexa, finally nice to meet you,” with that same bright beautiful smile, and a sensually outstretched hand. 

I respond to your sweet gesture by taking your hand in mine and lean over slightly to give you knuckles a little peck of a kiss, and before forgetting entirely how to talk I ask, “Did you enjoy your meal, Mademoiselle?” I say in my usual too tired to be anything else but playfully manner. Hoping that it will hide my secretly shaking left knee behind the wall and curtain. 

“Yes, I did, very much. It was delightful… delicious, chef,” you say beaming at me. The look of a well-fed and satiated guest I’ve grown to know all too well, but there was something else in your eyes; another hunger, something...different.

“Please call me, Jake, I’m off the clock now,” I say trying to joke. “May I join you, I’ve been standing since 4 AM this morning?” asking with a gesturing hand to the seat opposite you. Continuing I ask, “Did you eat alone tonight, love?”

Before I can sit, you slyly slide down the bench to its center and pat at the seat directly on your right, leaving me little option but the best one, to sit right next to you. I nod with a grin and an eyebrow-raising one over the other with slight surprise as I seat myself. 

“Let's see what did you have today?" I say, and quickly moving on with, "Walnut ricotta stuffed chicken breast, with the baked zucchini coated in parmesan and thyme, and did you get dessert? Oh yeah… the raspberry tart with fresh whipped cream, you added strawberries,” I say grinning ear to ear.

Right on time, Jen approaches the table with my drink in hand placing it down on the table and sliding it in front of me with a coaster. “Would you like anything else, Alexa, it's on the house?" I ask with smiling eyes deep into yours, where I’m sure I notice a flame there as you reply.

“No, I’m good thank you, although the mint tea you make... is delicious, may I?” you politely ask.

I smile at this, still transfixed by your gaze. Only slightly turning my head as I remember Jen is still standing there. “Would you please, Jen?” as she’s already disappearing back out of sight.

“So how may I be of service? I, unfortunately, have only so much time before the next rush,” I say leaving myself an out just in case. 

“I’ll have to make this quick then,” you whisper, edging closer and placing a hand low on my closest inner thigh moving with sensual grace. With a wry little smile, you say, “I just wanted to thank you personally, Jake, for all that you do and for how hard you work. You know… I studied culinary arts. Your food is amazing… Chef… Jake.” You correct yourself with a playfully smile, biting your lower lip and continuing to run your hand further up my leg saying. “I bet you don’t get a lot of time off, am I right? I know how hard it can be working all the time, trying to meet people that…interest you,” you pause to let me answer.

My demeanor changes instantly from cool and confident to mild surprise from the beautiful movements of your hand. ”No…your right I don’t, not really, it’s a high-demand job… as you know. A lot of… hard work and hours put in to get here.” I stumblingly continue, ”I even go as so far as to live upstairs above the kitchens so that I’m close at hand speaking of hands… where are you going with your hand love?” I ask with a little chuckle, feeling myself growing aroused as your palm and fingertips move up and down my leg.

You respond with a heated tone, “I’m thanking you… Jake, I’ve wanted to meet you for some time, I normally don’t do this sort of thing. But ever since that first night I came in with friends, and caught a glimpse of you in the back there… in your kitchen, well I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Your eyes peirce into mine, “The way you move back there, your command and the respect of your staff, your amazing cuisine, not to mention the fact I find you very… very attractive. What better way to show my appreciation?” Lust filling your words as you slide your hand even further up my leg, fitting me as best you could in your warm palm, your smile growing as I did in my pants.

I’m at a loss for words as you lean in closer so that I can feel your warm breath on my neck. You feel me growing harder through my pants and your mouth falls open with a not-so-surprising smile. Your reaction is to grope my stiffening cock through the thick cloth tightening around me.  

Right on time, Jen shows up with your tea seeing that we are distracted by, other things. She leaves your drink without a word, turns, and leaves us to it. Using both your hands you work quickly to unbutton the bottom of my coat. Slowly sliding one hand up my bare chest and your other hand down into my trousers elastic band. Your touch is bliss as I feel you pulling me gently out into the open under the table, as I undo the knot and slide my pants down to accommodate your delightfully exploring fingers. 

“Wait… wait a sec, love. Honestly, I encourage this. Well, on the secret menu I do. But I still got to run the place, love, but that’s why… we have these…,” I say pulling away from your hand, sliding regretfully away from you while indicating the curtain on either side of the table. 

Sliding over to one end of the curved bench I pull across my end and you do the same with yours, giving us just the little extra privacy we need. There’s a pause between us as we look at each other from across the table as we deeply stare into each other's eyes. Never in my life did I ever imagine this sort of thing happening to me. You radiate a passion, a lust, a sexual strength from your whole self, your beautiful brown eyes fixated completely on mine filling me with a burning desire to be engulfed in the heat from your oven.

We slowly come back together like two opposite ends of magnets being held apart, eventually colliding in the center in a sweet embrace. You pick up where you left off, your gentle hand accurately re-grips my shaft and you begin to stroke my now fully swollen wood from under the table. My body relaxes back against the high back of our seat, as I sweep your hair over your shoulders to meet your beautiful face waiting for me. 

I whisper, “We have to make this quick, love, I have…have to… get back soon... Oh Fuck it! Just don’t stop, please… don’t stop jer…” stopping short, embracing your lips with my own.

My eyes are barely slits as our noses graze one another in passionate collisions. Our lips devouring themselves, tongues blending perfectly into a wet mass within our mouths. My left-hand falls onto your leg, embracing and squeezing your smooth skin against mine. Stroke by stroke inching closer and closer up the heat of your thigh. 

“You smell like chocolate, and pastries,” you whisper in my ear before you look down at your hand releasing a clear drop of saliva in your palm. Wetting my thick love sausage, lubricating your stroking so you can glide from my base to tip with ease.

“I… I like to work the pastry counter sometimes… when I have time. That’s… that’s what I was doing during the rush, we had a no call, no show,” I say barely able to keep my composer, but you still make me stumble my word's as my head falls back in ecstasy. 

“Your cock is perfect, so smooth and soft… yet, so… fucking hard and… oh your pulsating baby look at you, Ummm yummy… your pre cum!” you say with soft excitement and that same hungry lust in your voice, playing with the clear sticky goo from my knob. 

I reach down between your legs to find smooth bare skin where I expected soft cloth. Your delicious wet heat coats my fingers as they begin to explore. First with your clit and then slow down so that your wet pussy lips slide between my soft yet calloused fingers, matching your rhythm as you jerk off my saliva-coated cock. 

Your mouth drops open into a happy little smile at the sight of what you do to me. The excitement is too much I can no longer hold back and I must let go. Grasping your face with my free hand I bring you close enough to kiss your lips as my passions take full hold of me and I explode in a fountain of white-hot sticky cum at the same time rampantly vibrating the hand at your dripping hole.

A look of pleasurable surprise appears on your face that said it all. Your wide eyes and big smile over what I had done to your slender hand, covering it in a warm pearlescent mess. You bring your hand up to your lips, extending out your tongue to lap my creamy seed from your digits.  

“My goodness, Jake,... baby, your as delicious as your cooking and so, generous with your portions. It makes sense really, your food is delicious it's only right that you are too, baby,” you say, as I feel horny heat rush over your body. You finish the meal I provide, then turn your attention back to its source. 

“Are you harder than before?” you ask groping around the base of my cock and ringing upward collecting the leavings of cum covering my pulsating pole onto your fingertips.

“Oh, baby, we aren’t done yet. Not by a mile. Ummm I need you on my table, it’s your turn, Alexa, baby I need to taste you” I say in a low husky voice. 

“Oh, and how do you want me, Jake? “ you ask. Getting on both your knees upon the bench seat still savoring every drop of me from off your fingers.

“On the table, baby, bend over while you straddle me… reverse cowgirl style, lean forward so that your delicious pussy is in my face… present your dish, my dear... I want to bury myself in your flavors, baby.” I say as I lick you off my fingers wanting, needing more. 

You pull your tight skirt up over your peach of an ass, placing your elbows and hands down on the table, moving any unnecessary items out of the way. In one smooth motion you bring your right leg over my lap and do as I ask bending over so that I can see, smell, and taste, the perfection of your tight wet pussy. Your so close I can feel your lava-like heat radiate against my sweating face. I have to savor your sweet nectar smell, as I squeeze into your ass with both of my hands. Pulling apart and pushing together with your supple, perfectly shaped cheeks.

Absolutely in awe of how each of your hole's twitches and pulses, how wet you are, and how much wetter you are getting. I begin to salivate as I probe between your luscious moist lips with the tip of my nose, taking in long deep breaths. I can’t help but gently start flicking your gash with my tongue, tasting and delighting in every drop. Your wetness was so much so that I let it dribble from my lips, down my chin, and onto my throbbing cock.

Each warm drop of your love juices causes my thickness to twitch and bulge with every drip and drop of loose creamy strands. I can feel your reactions so light and delicate in my firm grip. You barely make a noise, being such a good girl to not draw any unwanted attention to our table. 

Your body twitches and writhes as my tongue fluidly buries itself flicking and flailing against your smooth inner walls, as deeply as I can go striking gold with every wiggle of my tongue. The fact that we are more or less out in the open, in public also helps with your excitement. Your heavy breathing and gentle cooing, the way your backside trembles and quivers with each touch of my hands and moist tongue. The table cloth beneath you becomes spattered and spotted with your delicious fluids.

I unbutton the rest of my chefs' coat to allow the cool air from the dining room in, making my nipples harden. Bringing my hands back to your smooth buttocks and further up along your slender athletic body. I rake my fingers along your back and down along your sides, back up under your dress to grip and play with your breasts as I dig deeper into you with my tongue. 

“Ah… fuck, baby,” you whisper, looking back at me with your head laid on the table and a small beautiful grin creeping across your lips. You close your eyes and bite your lower lip as I continue to indulge myself. Your hand slams into the tabletop repeatedly, softly but just loud enough, your building orgasm causing me to push forward and gleefully giggle into you.

You bite your lip and tear at the red table cloth now drenched in your juices, pulling it together in bunched fists. You make every effort to keep your silence while still clearly enjoying yourself. The knowledge in both our minds that we could be discovered at any moment, adding and build on the sexual tension. 

“Haha shh, baby… There are still people here and I hear more coming in,” I say smiling, then hearing someone walking towards our table.

“Everything alright chef?” I hear Jennifer ask.

Our eyes meet and widen as we look at each other struck still in hopes of not being exposed. You begin to pull down your dress, but my hands take yours to stop you, shaking my head with a little smile of my own. Gesturing with just my hands I tell you to hold tight the curtain. 

“Yeah, Jen, everything’s just fine. Just telling story’s, having a laugh,” I say as normally as possible. “Are we getting people in yet?” with a spin of my finger to you, showing you what position I’d like for you to take next for me.

“Ah yeah, chef, just a few tables," she says casually not indicating to us she has any idea what’s happening. On the outside of the curtain, she giggles quietly and mouths to the rest of the waiting staff ‘chefs getting some.’ 

As we hear her walking away you maneuver into position, at the same moment I push your dress as far up as I can to reveal your shapely round breasts. Your almost fully naked body is a picture of perfect beauty to my eyes. The light from outside our private little world illuminates your golden skin like a form of natural art I've never seen, you're so beautiful. 

I bite my lips as I place my head down between your legs onto your lower belly and In a daze, I look up into your face, you send me a small smile that beams from your lips. You prop yourself up on your elbows, grasping your curvaceous tits and pinching your excited nipples. Licking your lips and sending me a sweet blown kiss and a wink as I continue.

I gently massage you with my fingers where my lips and tongue had just been. Rubbing in the slick juices that drench my cock with my other hand as if it were lube into my stiff member. My mouth waters at the thought of another mouth full of your pussy, so I extend my tongue, plunging my drooling palate deep into your silky wet slit. 

I suck your dainty clit in-between my lips, simultaneously gliding between your pussy lips with my fingertips.

Spreading you open, breathing you in. I slide my middle finger into your tight little pussy feeling your body tremble as it glides back and forth letting me play and discover your favorite spots. I feel you tightening around my finger as I stroke in and out of you, twisting and rubbing against your slick pink walls.

I slide another finger in, turning them both upwards to find that magical button of yours that I knew was just waiting for me and my touch. You prop your legs onto my shoulders, arching your back in sexually agonized convulsions as your hips take over. fucking my fingers to bring yourself to a shivering sloppy finish.

Your fingers run through my hair, pulling and guiding me between your legs. My tongue continues to make a game out of getting all of you into my mouth. Every drip off of both your sensitive lips, every dribble from between them. You push my face into your pussy, grinding my mouth into your clit, where I vibrate my tongue wildly sucking at the same time taking in all of your peachy juices. 

Your legs shook uncontrollably on my shoulders, your thighs tightening around my neck I can tell your so close to another shivering orgasm. My fingers slip in and out of you faster and faster, changing my pacing and all the while adding pressure to your delicate upper honey wall. The shaking of your legs rumble through your body, tiny trembles echo from your center as a gush of delicious spray hits my face.

I watch and feel as your hand slides off the top of my head and back down to your thoroughly wet, convulsing pussy, gently rubbing your clit encouraging your body the keep your orgasm going and last all that must longer. The table cloth, you and I are a mess, in the short while at our table we managed to practically strip each other completely naked and let out our inner sex demons. 

You look down between your legs at me, taking my face in your hands, feeling the warm, wet slurry of my sweat and your cum covering the lower half of my face. Using the back of my neck to pull yourself up to an upright position on the edge of the table. I look up at you, my fingers dancing along your sides, a broad smile across my face. I kiss between your breasts, and along your core where I could. We didn’t have words at that moment as we both catch our breaths. 

Taking my face in your hands again, you survey the damage done around us saying, “Oh my God… look at us… look at you.” You giggle quietly and continue, “I’m so sorr--” 

I pull myself close bringing my face level to yours, stopping you short and whispering into your lips before making contact. “Shhhh… baby, no apologies,” bringing my lips to yours pulling away only to add, “That was incredible baby… more, I need more.” 

You lean back against your elbows, more than willing to let me have seconds of your juice box. Sticking out your tongue in a sexy slutty smile, your mouth makes an O, as I return in a slow languid massaging of your dripping tight pussy. Realizing what time it is I look up from my feasting.

“We may have to move our little party, baby," I say pouting playfully. “I do… happen to live upstairs… did I mention that?” I say while I kiss, lick, and penetrate your box with my tongue lapping up your juices, raising an eyebrow and sending up a little smile to match yours as I continue. 

I know full well that I did but still want to make the suggestion anyway. Your response was elegant and oh so delicious. You push me back and lower yourself slowly off the table bringing yourself down to rest on my lap pressing my cock against your engulfing wetness. Wrapping your arm around my neck hanging yourself off my body and leaning against the edge of the table stretching out your body.

“Oh Ummm…. I do remember you mentioning something about that, as much as id like to continue here. I think you're reading my mind… take me there Jake. But first, since we’re here now I want to do something really quick, just… a sampling let's say,” you say lustfully. Sliding closer and pushing your figure against mine, playfully kissing and biting at my lips, grinding and gliding against my pulsating shaft.

You quietly moan your delight as you use your hand to bring my thick head between your juicy pussy lips. Sliding the tip of my cock into yourself, feeling your way slowly down my shaft. Testing the length, width, and girth of every inch of me with your tiny hole, as you rock your way down to my swollen balls. You begin to slow down and take control.

I look up at you, as you rise slightly enough to silhouette yourself against the sun that shines above the curtain railings. You smile down at me like a merciful angel, as your tight pussy pushes me out. You moan through your gritted teeth, still holding the back of my neck you reach behind yourself to lightly play with my swollen head. Using your fingers to massage my tip and I make a similar move to further tease your sensitive clit. My free hand, instinctively brushing along your sides and up and down your smooth back.

I nuzzle my cheeks between your tits, lightly kissing and licking in and around their gentle curves. You ever so slightly begin to twist your chest. Guiding each of your stiff nipples one after the other into my mouth for me to flick, lick and suckle on with my drooling tongue and lips. You tease me playfully, pulling away dancing on top of me causing me to chase each of your tasty treats.

We kiss a final deep kiss, our lips and tongues interweaving as you pull down your dress as far as my hips will allow. Gracefully shifting your weight and rotating away from me to fully straighten your sensual garment. I’m left where I’m seated in total amazement of you. The only words that come to mind are ‘perfect’ and ‘how’, and not in that order.

I begin to do up my coat as you slink in close and help me by gently sliding my pants up and over my still very stiff wood, taking great care of me in the process. You tie me up making sure I’m comfortably tucked away for transport upstairs with a tiny gentle tap of your hand. My face gets draped in your raven black hair like the first time, I push it gently aside with one hand, and with the other, lightly grip your neck and chin. I gently push your lips again towards mine in a quick indulgent kiss of your lips. 

As you pull away you say to me in a whisper, “I need to feel you inside me, baby, I want all of you. I need to feel your skin against mine. I want every drop for your cum, I need to know how delicious you taste in every way, in all my holes for as long as you want."

“Oh, you want It all huh?” I laugh. “'I'd like that very much and I can’t leave you unsatisfied now can I love?” I say staring deep into your eyes. Gently brushing your cheek and running a finger through your luscious lips. “Come on, baby, let's get you out of here and somewhere I can take care of you,” I say taking your hand in mine and sliding over to the edge of the bench. I pulling the table cloth off the table and drawing the curtain slightly to the side to check to see that the coast is clear.

Fully drawing back our cover to stand up and helping you to your feet and help straighten you then myself out. We hold hands as we casually make our way back to the double doors of the kitchen where the entrance upstairs is. Taking the lead I push my way through pulling you next to me as the doors swing open. 

Walking past a few stations seeing disbelief on every face as we pass. We get to my door located on our left, quickly getting out my key to open the door for you. letting you go first, and to delegate to my second in command that I will be out for the rest of the afternoon and evening. 

We can hear the hoots and hollers of my line crew as they see you enter the door to my private apartment. You look at me as your sensual curves enter the doorway and move catlike up the stairs. When you are just out of sight from the rest of the room I look up to see you slink out of your dress as you jiggle up the stairs, spinning on your heels to look back at me as it hits the step, you kick it down at me, hitting my face, galvanizing more cheers from my workers. 

“Get back to work… you bunch of lazy fucks, mind my business, watch your stations,” I half-laugh, half-seriously yell like a kitchen pirate, changing expressions quickly to let them know I mean business.

As I enter the stairway I look up to see you there, your fully naked body wreathed in shadows and beams of sunshine from the windows. You stretch your well-defined muscular feminine form, accentuated by your bright eyes caught in the sun in the half-dark of the room above. You turn around bending over gripping the railings with one hand and gesturing with the other to come hitherto. As I work my way slowly up, you turn around again bending over slightly this time arching your back placing your perfect peach of an ass directly into full view. 

“Dinner is served… cum get it,” you say emphasizing the word cum.

“For two?” I question jokingly.