Written By: Zac
You’ve taken your shower, you’ve thrown on an oversize t-shirt (with a large maple leaf perhaps?), you stand in front of the mirror just beginning to clear from the jungle mist that was your shower. Your head turns left, then right and with a frustrated frown you think out loud, “why is hair so complicated?” And at that moment you hear a knock at your door.
Glancing down you see the clock on the bathroom counter, tick tock, 5 o’clock. He said 6 o’clock. Then you look up again into the mirror, squint your eyes in flash of female frustration – I’ll bet he’s early, with some sort of surprise….well….this better be DAMN good!
With a momentary feeling of panic of not going thru the frantic ritual of clothing selection, you decide what the hell, he’s early, this is what he gets.
Marching to the door, it is your turn to peek thru the peep hole to see me idly standing and waiting; jeans, light green button up short sleeve shirt, and very bright and very white tennis shoes (brand new you notice). In my hands I’m holding two grocery bags.
Wanting to play this game for a bit, you unlock the door and open it just a crack. Tersely you speak thru the crack – “You’re an hour early and I’m not ready.” And….you close the door. With a smirk of satisfaction you quickly put your eye to the peep hole to see my despondent reaction.
I plead at your door, “Jules, I know I’m early, but I just couldn’t stand to wait for another hour.” [Score! Keep going, you think to yourself]
“I had an inspiration and thought we could change our plans.” A pause. You want this to last – a guy is NEVER supposed to show up early, the girl is ALWAYS late anyway – this has thrown the whole ritual out of whack.
I again plead, my voice more plaintive now, “Oh come on Jules……look I’ve got a bag full of fresh groceries and a wonderful recipe….let me cook for you!” You see me rubbing my tummy in mock satisfaction and looking directly into the peep hole. I know you are watching me 😉
I hold up the other bag from a video store, “And I’ve got a great movie we can snuggle and watch.”
You can’t see the title thru the bag which adds a bit of mystery and curiosity to your mood. That plus the promise of a tasty meal prepared just for you softens your mood.
The door remains closed – you speak your “conditions” thru it, “Ok, but I was looking forward to a night on the town, so this meal and movie better be good.”
You see me cross my heart in faithful compliance with you demands, “Of course, my dear! Would I suggest anything less?”
With that you open the door and permit me entrance. You front your best pouty face and voice, “And I was going to wear something special for you tonight, hrumph!” My blue eyes flash in appraisal of your simple t-shirt that you fill out sooo enticingly, your bare legs, your dark hair still slightly damp from your shower.
“You are wearing something special,” I smile, reach out to quickly and playfully “grope” your cheek under your t-shirt. You let out a small startled yelp, the grocery bags rustle and I turn without further ado to the kitchen.
In feigned anger you grumble, “Oooooo, you are sooo bad.” You give me a parting smack on the shoulder and I turn looking back with a playful wicked grin, “I know”.
Hungry and curious you follow me to your kitchen. I put the bags on the counter and start to reach in, retrieving items one by one.
“First, we have tender pork cutlets, just barely frozen, prime quality,” I hold the pork up and lick my lips.
Reaching back into the bag I pull out 4 loose carrots, “Ahh, carrots, yummy yum.”
And yet again, “MMMmmmm….fresh asparagus.”
Then you see a package of egg noodles, soy sauce, sesame oil, white vinegar, and honey.
“This is one of my favorite dishes to make. I call it Pork Noodle. Easy and quick…….to make,” I arch my eyebrows up and down in some sort of suggestive secret joke.
“All we need is a knife, cutting board, wok, 2 pans, and a grater.” You quickly show me where to find said items then seat yourself by the counter for the culinary show to begin, now fully attentive to me – not quite sure whether this is all a ploy or if I can pull this off.
“First, we need to slice the pork in thin strips, which is why it is just barely frozen still – much easier to slice thinly (but you knew that already, of course),” as I place the pork on the cutting board and cut with practiced strokes of the knife. You begin to think that yes, he has done this before, and this might turn out to be a yummy meal.
Continuing I use the grater to thinly slice the carrots as well. Filling up the pans with water I turn on the stove to get them started on their way to a boil. Then, I let the wok heat up. Wiping my hands and taking the mock tone of a culinary expert I explain to you, “Hot wok, cool oil, no stick. I learned that from the Frugal Gourmet.” I pour just a tad of the sesame oil into the hot wok, quickly swirl it around to coat it and throw in the pork. [sound affects here: sizzle sizzle sizzle – pork cooking]
With an inquisitive look on my face, I ask you if you’d like to help. You nod, jump down off your chair and sidle up to me, “What can I do?” I have the asparagus in my hands, freshly rinsed from your sink, “Well, you could trim the asparagus.” You reach into a drawer to get another knife and hold it up in front of you. Teasingly, I separate one asparagus and hold it up in front of mine, “Gee, doesn’t this remind you of something else that is good to eat?” Wickedly I hold it and fondle it in front of you, but you deftly play a reply, “Gee, I’d be careful where I wave that thing.” You grab it from my hands, lay it on the cutting board and neatly slice it in two.” My face contorts into playful pain, “Ow! Perhaps I should do the slicing and dicing – that hurt just watching you do that.” You are insistent, “Oh no, you wanted me to help. So, let me finish.” Taking the rest of the asparagus, you lay them out side by side, the knife poised across the neat line of….stalks. With a guillotine like motion you slice across the asparagus cleanly separating the tender heads from the tough bases. I cringe and shudder for all mankind at the subliminal terror we all have of women and knives 😉
The pork is wonderfully aromatic as it cooks in the wok. I throw in the carrots with the pork to cook and soften. The asparagus are cut and are plunged into the pot of boiling water to be blanched(5 minutes does nicely). I open the package of egg noodle and toss them into their pot.
“Now, what makes these ordinary ingredients combine to make a gustatory delight is the sauce,” I line up the sesame oil, soy sauce, vinegar, and honey. Then as if I suddenly transformed into an enchanter, I pick up a measuring cup and with a fiendish look on my face I pour the soy sauce first. Slowly as if reciting a spell I drone, “One quarter cup soy sauce for an earthy base.” Carefully I raise and pour the soy sauce exactly to ¼ cup. Then to the next ingredient, “A dash of sesame oil for smoothness.” I pour in what appears to be about 2 tablespoons of the oil. “A smidgeon of vinegar for bite.” Another 2 tablespoons. “And lastly, a dollop of honey for sweetness.” Yet again, 2 tablespoons. Then with the relish as if mixing an elixir of potent power, I raise the measuring cup and briskly whisk the concoction until all the ingredients are properly combined.
I proffer the measuring cup to you. Tentatively you look at me, then the cup, “Go ahead, have a taste,” I dip my finger into the mix and bring it to your lips. Hesitating, you just part your lips a bit for my finger to drop the sauce on the tip of your tongue – it retracts and you taste. Mmmmm….actually that is quite good. You suddenly feel hungry – it has been a long day, and you also feel playful at my entertaining show. Your lips part again and this time you take my whole finger in your mouth, softly licking off the remaining sauce. Yet this tasting has another intent and hunger behind it – your mouth is now expertly sucking on my finger not with the hunger for food, but for flesh. The effect on me is quite obvious as my eyes soften and I low moan comes from my mouth, “MMMmmmm….that feels sooo hot!” And with that the pot of noodles starts to boil over with froth.
Popping my finger from your mouth, giving you a stern look and shaking my finger at you, I turn to take the pot of noodles to the sink to drain and put them back into the pot. “Almost done,” I explain.
Into the pot I throw in the pork, the carrots, and the asparagus which I softly turn and mix together. Then I take the delectable sauce and pour it over the mixed contents. “There. We are done cooking!” I wipe my hands as if finished with a job well done. Your eyes grow big, eager to partake of what promises to be a yummy meal. You open your cupboard and start to take out plates, then forks, and cups.
“Whoa, whoa there!” I put my hands on your arms and stop you dead in your tracks. “We aren’t ready to eat yet!” Puzzled, perplexed, and somewhat flustered you give me a look as if I’m daft. “Huh? Looks done to me, smells good, too,” you reply. Shaking my head as if explaining simple arithmetic, “No no no. This dish MUST be served cold!” With my back turned to you I open your fridge to find a spot inside to place the pot. Turning my back to the fridge the door closes for our dinner to start cooling.
“WHAT?! But that could take hours!” you stamp like a petulant child. At this I grin and give you a playful and wicked look, “E…x…a…c…t…l…y, so we find something to do for a bit,” I move a bit closer, my hands resting on your hips, pulling you closer.
“Oooooo….you set me up for this didn’t you! Why didn’t you tell me we’d have to wait?” Again you give me that pouty sad look. “Because I love that look, and I love to turn it into a smile.” I bend down to kiss you softly on the lips and true to my words I can feel your frown turn to a smile.
“MMMmmmm; that’s what I like,” I whisper to you. “Now, let’s go watch the movie and let our meal cool.” I put the pot into your fridge, turn to grab your hand and lead you back into the living room to watch the movie. But, your mood has changed, “You know, I’m still very hungry, but not for food. And the movie can wait.” Seductively now you weave close to me, hands roaming on my chest, over my jeans. You press yourself against me and I feel the fullness of your breasts against my chest, your mouth seeking mine out for a purposeful needful kiss. I respond to your mood – my arms sliding up from your hips to your back – pulling you closer our bodies now in full contact with each other. You in turn can feel my growing excitement thru my jeans. Our kiss now becoming wetter and deeper – signalling the start of the lovemaking to come.
My hands drop to the bottom of your t-shirt and sneak underneath – my hands now caressing your bare flesh; so smooth so warm so good. I smooth up to cup and hold your ass in my hands softly squeezing and enjoying their shape and curve. My hands smooth up further to your back again pressing you close – sudden urgency in my kiss as the thought of having you consumes me. Wanting to feel more of you, my hands move around to your breasts and I cradle them both, “Oh…Jules, you feel so good.” I smooth my hands over your heavy breasts following their contours, feeling their weight in my hands – mmmmmmmm.
The palms of my hands graze over your nipples – just a bit rough, but they respond by quickly stiffening.
This time you moan at the strong feel of my hands on your warm flesh. I break our kiss just far enough to whisper, “Are you getting wet, yet? I want to touch your pussy and make you wet. Will you be when my fingers get down there?” You moan and nod. My hands slowly wander down to your hips, sensuously touching as much flesh as I can. They smooth down to your ass and further still reaching underneath to try to explore your pussy from the rear. But I tease you and stop just short of actually touching you there….so close, but not quite. Then my hands smooth around to your front and down each leg, I just love running my hands down your legs. One hand moves inwards to your thighs and up the inside urging you to slightly part your legs. The fingers now lightly touch around your patch but not fully as if I’m testing to see if you are wet. I ask anyway, “Jules, are you wet for me yet? I want you so wet for my finger.” Another moan from you. Then my fingers finally touch your pussy, that wonderful aching release of pleasurable contact. And yes! You are wet! A moan from me in excitement. My fingers now luxuriate in your wetness – I use it to explore your pussy in slippery sliding strokes, up and down each fold, between your lips, over your clit, playfully entering just the tip of my finger inside you. The pleasure for you makes you weak in the knees, I can feel your body drop against my fingers – you want firmer contact.
I maneuver us to the couch and still in a deep wet kiss I lower you to sit on the couch as I kneel down in front of you. You see me shake my head in pure admiration of the sight of you in that sexy t-shirt and exposed glistening pussy I’m about to taste. You smile back, “Well, get to it! Eat my pussy!”
“As you wish,” I reply. You recline in the couch and I lower my head closer and closer to your hot slit. My tongue extends out and I lay its full length against your pussy and stiffen the tip to pull it up from the very bottom, past your opening, and up to your clit. Like a cat lapping at milk, I repeat this motion over and over. More juices run out of you and I lap them up in my upwards motion. The motions change a bit – now my tongue pauses to push inside you deeply, firmly sliding in and out, then sliding up to flick against your clit.
I look up at you, my face shiny from your wetness, “I want you to open yourself to me. Pull your clit open with your hands so that I can tongue you to cum for me.” You mouth drops open a bit at the thought, you nod and you place your feet just on the edge of the couch and part your legs wide. Your hands come down and expertly pull back the hood of your clit, exposing it to me. My mouth lowers closely to your pink button and I blow softly and cooly on it – the sudden change of sensation sends a chill of pleasure thru you. Then you feel my hot tongue mashing against it, I lighten the contact and with very soft slow motions I savior your clit against my tongue. I tilt my head so that my tongue slides past your clit in long continuous motions of wet contact; slowly up and then slowly down. The tip dives into your opening and I push deep, pulling out more of your wetness to smother your clit in.
Your eyes are locked on my tongue and your pussy – you enjoy watching how my tongue is touching you, pleasing you, you see how much I enjoy licking you – your mouth slightly open, breathing in gasps, eyes narrowing to slits of pleasure. You feel your first orgasm start which I can sense from your ragged gasps and tightening body. “Ooooo….that’s it…..flood my tongue with your juices as you cum…..give me more wetness……I want to hear you say you are cumming.”
That drives you over the edge and you comply with my wish, “Oooooo, I’m…..cumming….ahhhhh…..I’m cumming…..mmmmmmm.”
My tongue is sliding and flicking your clit – increasing slowly in pressure and speed as your orgasm intensifies. You give yourself over to the wave and you peak. You let out a long cry of abandon and my tongue releases you. The warm plesaure washes thru you as your orgasm subsides.
You inhale deeply, a much needed breath, now relaxed, momentarily sated.
“You looked soo hot as you came. I really enjoyed making you come like that.” I smile at the pleasure I could give to you. You smile in return, pull open your pussy and urge me, “But now I want that cock of yours inside me. I need you stroking me deep and hard….now!”
Again I smile, “As you wish.”
I climb up and my eyes lock on yours, “But I want to take your from behind, I want to look at that delicious ass of yours as I fuck your pussy.”
My arms gently lift you up and position you at the end of the couch. Understanding my desire, you seductively bend over the end of the couch, part your legs and your pussy points back temptingly. “Mmmm…I like doggy style. Slip inside me with your hard cock.”
Your head turns to look over your shoulder, you see me position myself behind you as I hold my cock and bring the head closer and closer to your opening. I slip just the head of my cock in and softly put each of my hands on your beautiful ass before me. Then there is a delicious pause as I savor the moment and sight of you. Looking into your eyes I tell you that I’m going to sink deep inside you now. With that I plunge and slide deep down into your sopping pussy – all the way as far as I can push. I grind deep inside you, “MMmmmmmm, you feel soooo good around my cock.” My hands are smoothing over your ass, I just love everything about this, your look of pleasure, the feel of your bare smooth ass, the sight of my cock buried inside your pussy, the feel of my cock deep inside you.
Then lustful need takes over and I start a slow stroking motion – full, long, and deep – going all the way from the tip and pushing in deep to my balls. I set up a long constant rhythm, pumping, pumping, each motion more pleasurable than the last. You head lowers and eyes close at the pleasure you are feeling.
My body bends down over yours, my mouth next to your ear, “Jules, you feel so good. I’m so deep inside you. Mmmmm.” Your head turns and my mouth closes on yours – I offer my tongue to yours and you eagerly accept – you want everything I can give you – you are hungry for my flesh and I am just as hungry to give you everything I have.
“Ahhhh…I want you to cum in me…fuck me good and hard then cum in me deep.”
“Yessss…..As you wish, my dear,” one of my hands snakes around your waist to find its way to your clit. I stroke it in unison to my cock in your pussy. Your eyes close again in pleasure, lustful need takes over and you drive yourself back hard against my cock – matching my speed and force. Like a piston, my cock is ramming deep and fast inside you, the juices flowing from you to run down your legs and you start to cum again. This time instead of warm waves your orgasm hits like a landslide – powerful and quick, peaking higher than your first. Your face shows this and you let out a long wail of intense pleasure.
This pushes me over the brink to the start of my own orgasm. Each stroke now is adding to the pressure building up inside me. Each stroke I grunt in pure pleasure – getting closer to release. I feel the first pulse and I time my strokes so that it spurts from my cock at the point of deepest penetration – the downward stroke adding to the depth at which I squirt inside you. You can feel the strong streaming of my cum as it shoots and shoots with each stroke as I pound over and over. We are now wholey given over to release and we both wail in abandon at the strength of our mutual orgasms.
The last of my pulses empties in you and I push deep one last time and stop. Again I bend down to whisper in your ear, “Goodness. That was…..intense!” Cheek to cheek I thank you for what we just shared together.
We are totally spent, hearts still pounding but subsiding slowly to relaxed calm. You recover first and with a look of curiosity you ask, “So, what movie did you bring?” I quip in reply, “Couldn’t you tell? I hinted several times?” You give me a puzzled look and shake your head, “I must have missed it, tell me now.”
“As you wish”, I reply. I rented “The Princess Bride.”
“You trickster you….nicely done” you chuckle softly at how well I’ve schemed this whole evening.
“Yes…I think your right….I think our meal is done coo…
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