Erotic Story: His fantasy

As I walk past the tables, I feel more naked than ever. All these people sitting there, chatting away and I’m walking here in my Eve costume and an apron. I actually look a bit like a flasher this way. I sigh as quietly as I can before pushing open the kitchen door. Soft music is playing and I hear some commotion coming from the kitchen. ‘I’m not taking any more orders! And no requests either!’ I hear Michel call out loudly from behind one of the kitchen racks. ‘Are you sure?’ My confidence surprises me. Stunned, Michel walks over to me from the back of the kitchen. Fuck, being a chef looks so good on him. He looks at me with that sexy smile of his. ‘What are you doing here? Is that why you stopped answering my messages?’ ‘You had a fantasy, right?’ Before he can say anything, I start unbuttoning my coat. Little by little, it becomes clear what’s hidden underneath, as Michel’s eyes are widening. ‘Shit, Nikkie. Is this for me?’ ‘I thought it would be better if you didn’t have to fantasize about it.’ ‘Come here,’ he says. ‘You come here.’ ‘No, Nikkie, you’re in an open kitchen. Everyone in the restaurant can see you.’ He gestures behind me and I suddenly remember that he’s right. I chuckle awkwardly and shrug my coat back over my shoulders. I should consider myself lucky for not having dropped it on the floor yet.

I take a careful step towards him, suddenly much more conscious of my plan and its execution. Behind one of the kitchen racks, he holds my hand and spins me around. ‘Let me look at you. This is even better than I imagined.’ His eyes roam over me, leaving a trail of intense desire, and my breathing picks up instantly. One corner of his mouth turns slightly. ‘In my fantasy, I use you.’ Michel leans against one of the racks. A container of cucumbers is set next to him and he takes one out. ‘Want a bite?’ He cuts a piece off the cucumber and points it my way. ‘I thought I was supposed to have a taste of your eggplant.’ Michel bursts out laughing. ‘Are you sure you don’t want a bite?’ He holds out the cucumber towards me again and offers it to me. I watch intently as he carefully rubs the piece of cucumber over my breasts. It feels cold and wet and as soon as he arrives at my nipples, a charged moan escapes from the back of my throat. His eyes dart to mine, and he keeps sliding the cucumber down further. Over my stomach, my lower abdomen, along my clit, finally finding my heat. My most sensitive spot, screaming for his attention. The wet piece of cucumber slides through my wet labia and when he’s close to my opening he pulls back and takes a big bite. He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers: ‘You don’t know what you’re missing.’ I can’t hold back anymore, my hands grip his waist and I press my naked body closer to him. And then it happens. His lips find mine, my mouth opens gently and our tongues dance together as if they are playing catch-up. The cucumber falls to the floor, his hands slide through my hair and our kissing becomes more intense as it slowly turns into panting, and civilization rushes through the hatch in the open kitchen with increasing speed. ‘Shh.’ He grins breathlessly. ‘We have to be quiet.’ ‘I’m not sure if I can be,’ I confess. He unbuttons his apron, throws it in the corner somewhere and then starts snapping his jacket. I want him out of that uniform. Tension burns between my legs with each snap that pops open. When the jacket drops on the floor, I swallow hard. His pants are hanging low on his hips and I can’t resist running my fingertips over his stomach, staring at him like a child in a candystore.

I can see the outline of his erection through the thin fabric of his pants. I bite my lower lip and smile with a mischievous look in my eyes. ‘Didn’t you say that chocolate goes well with anything?’ Confused, my eyes dart through the kitchen. A bowl of hot chocolate sauce sits behind him. He carefully takes the lid off and dips his finger in. ‘Hmm,’ he groans as he licks his fingers. ‘Show me then.’ He pours some of the sauce over his chest and immediately drops roll down quickly. Without hesitation, I lick them off. A few drops are too quick for me and catch near the waistband of his pants. The goddess in me takes over; I sink down on my knees and unbutton his pants. As they drop to the floor, I look up and catch his gaze. ‘More?’ he asks, dangling the bowl above his chest. I nod in approval. This time I wait until the drops are almost at the edge of his boxers, but I don’t let them touch the fabric. Instead, I fold my fingers around the edge and slowly pull down his boxers. I carefully lick away the drops that slide down. And just as I’m about to ask for more sauce, he lifts me up. ‘Your turn.’ He lifts me unto the countertop, pushes my legs apart and wriggles his body in between. His cock stands erect proudly, hard to ignore. He dips his thumb in the chocolate sauce and strokes my lips. There’s no time to open my mouth, as he lets his fingers wander down my neck and goes for my right nipple. A trail of chocolate remains and the scent fills my nostrils. I want more. Much more. He carefully starts to circle my nipple, spreading the sauce. It feels warm, making my sensitive skin tingle. My pulse has settled in my throat, showing no signs of slowing down. Again, he dips his thumb in the sauce and continues its way over my body. Tingles shoot across my stomach, back towards my desire. He looks down and I realize the vulnerable view he has on me. Open and exposed, he can see it all. He suddenly presses his thumb against my aroused clit. ‘Fuck,’ I pant uncontrollably. The grin on his face tells me that he doesn’t mind at all. ‘Shall I clean you up too? To keep things neat?’ I nod, and as far as I’m concerned, he can’t start fast enough. He presses his firm warm tongue flat against my hard nipple. He sucks playfully and licks it as if it’s his favorite ice cream. My nipples tingle, going crazy with desire. Without realizing it, I start to moan and throw my head back. Tantalizingly slowly, his tongue continues its way along the remaining strip of chocolate sauce. When he reaches my clit, he stops. I look down, he looks up, and we seem to be caught up in a nonverbal conservation. ‘Honey?’ he suddenly asks and he squeezes some honey from the squeeze carton on the shelf on my stomach. ‘Did you know that honey and chocolate are a very good combination too?’ he mumbles against my skin, making it his mission to lick it off again.

‘I told you chocolate goes with everything,’ I pant. Michel chuckles and stands up. ‘Turn around.’ I give him a longing look and then turn around. He puts his hands on my hips and helps me find the right position. Once I’m in position, he pushes my torso over the worktop. The metal feels cold against my stomach and nipples and I let out a short startled yelp. I don’t know what I expected; maybe that he would smear the honey on my back. It’s not exactly a good massage, but I didn’t expect him to squirt it between my buttocks. His fingers dig into my buttocks and gently pull them apart. Then I feel his tongue again, warm and firm. He licks every inch of my honey-covered skin. He moves further down, past my opening, through my heat. My hands yearn for something to hold onto, but find none. ‘Hmm… honey tastes good too.’ Between my legs, I feel drops of chocolate sauce falling to the floor and honey find its way. I sigh excitedly. He lets go of my buttocks, grabs a condom from his bag, tears off the packaging and rolls it on. ‘Tell me If I’m too much for you.’ Even before I can answer, he has buried his hand in my hair, squeezing it hard. My cheek presses mercilessly against the ice-cold material of the worktop and then he slides in. He manages to slip his free hand forward past my legs and presses his fingertips against my clit. I moan, far too loudly, but I can’t help it. At this point, I don’t care who hears us, as long as he doesn’t stop.