The Cook and the Mistress, part 1

By Writerswitch

It had been a very busy day, I am a distinguished business lady, work in a company specialized in cosmetics, and therefore in the centre of all the buzz. And it was a buzzy day (some of my own inventions this word, so busy with buzzing noises, makes you crazy), tiresome, dissatisfying even! All day meetings with sales, with suppliers of new products. Why do people make all these stupid mistakes, why am I annoyed by their lack of competence, and why do they accept it as a bloody fact. Worse, sometimes it seems they are proud of their incompetence. Sure, I am new to this, I inherited this business from my father just a couple of years ago, I agree, I need to learn management skills, but I am sure what is called my female intuition will lead me along. Worse even, since I always had the feeling in live I am the “leading party” I consider myself very well qualified for the job. Since I have taken over here the profits has increased, as well as turnover. Our products are penetrating the market, better than before. So cut the crap and do as I tell you to!

And, considering a worse day getting worse, got a call from my friends. They weren't coming over for dinner, couldn’t make it. Sorry. Sorry, sorry. That's easy. While I had planned quite some party. Small scale, intimate. It was my 2nd anniversary as owner, and this was enough reason for celebration. I had ordered a cook, at home, total entertainment. Something new, a culinary escort service, so to say. And since I like well-dressed and well behaved men I had requested a good looking one, not a fat chef!

“Lady”, did the girl of the agency had said, “that’s no problem for us. Dinner is a sensation for all your senses and our people will make sure they will fulfil all your desires”.

I liked that, a lot. So, given the situation, what should I do. Cancel? Hell no, everything was arranged, even paid for! I thought I would take the opportunity to relax and enjoy. Let’s see where my desires lead me, and if they can get satisfied.

On  my way home I was rethinking the day, friends that let you down, the bad performance of my colleagues and suppliers. People that behave in such a way drive me crazy, why do people accept their small limited live? I wanted to be challenged, stimulated, reach ultimate heights, experience real life! But how many people did live in such a way, far too few, it was all dull and boring. Then I got an idea, suppose I would challenge the chef to a full program tonight. As you can say, full entertainment. The dinner, being my table mate. And then I could wear this superb dress I bought for this occasion after all. A real stimulating thought, after all I was still thinking about it when I parked outside my door. In a few minutes my garcon would arrive. Time for a relaxing drink.

I had just stepped inside when the doorbell rang, still in my working outfit I opened the door. And there was this incredible young man, at least 5 years my junior, and definitely “good looking”. In the street was his van, it had a banner “Eating out at home, catering”. I looked at the little chef. Yes, I could be happy with him. I could see myself take a bite of this piece of fresh meat, sure I was getting hungry already. The thoughts that came to me on my way home were now getting shape, O yes. This was going to be one hell of a fucking good night.

“Well, my little chef, can I get your name? “

“Sure, the Lady took me by surprise, I should have introduced myself already, please excuse me. I normally do this job at elderly couples, so I am surprised to meet such a good looking lady now. My name is Giovanni”.

Well, well, what is he up too, trying to be sticky as glue? But I liked him ,he was surely not one of the grey mass!

“Well Giovanni. I suggest you bring in your stuff and I will relax a bit on the couch. When you are ready to serve me, present yourself to me”

And I turned and went inside, leaving him there, no doubt eagerly looking at a great ass going up the stairs!

Now this was funny, I live in  split level apartment, kitchen and salon at 1st floor. So he had to bring all his things up the stairs. He entered the kitchen with an huge pile of stuff. I was sitting on the bench, relaxed and saw him stumble. First he needed to define where to go with it, but also avoid it from crashing down. With more luck than skills he managed to put it on the cooking island. Yes, I have a great home, a marvellous kitchen, although I use it not too often. G looked admiringly at my equipment, the stove the knives, the oven. When he stood up from inspection of the oven (he had to kneel down, great ass, well stretching his pants, I loved it) he saw me sitting on the coach. I was smiling to him, bit amused! My lady, please allow me to p[resent to you my special aperitif. A special red port and… then he was lost, it was not there yet, he wasn’t finished but could not neglect me neither, he was my entertainment. He looked around him, slightly panicky, and then spotted the cupboard with liquor. May I? and he got me a good old fashioned scotch, ice, Lady? I nodded, that’s good G! My encouragement helped him, there came my little chef, it was a doll, gorgeous. This was going to be a lovely night!

I stayed on the sofa, relaxed, watching G bringing all his delicious food inside and stow it away in a neatly order. Its good, being tired watching other people work! I just felt like Cleopatra! Beautiful, Young, dangerous. The whisky was giving me great pleasure. It was now about time for the next phase of my plan. G came over with some small delicacies. It all looked very nice. Please my lady, and put it all on the table. I stretched out my hand, and held it there. Puzzled he looked at me, then brought the fine port in my hand. I looked him straight in the eye and said. “take a glass yourself and sit down”. He was confused, so O explained him the situation.

“There were no guests tonight, and I need company, I asked him, can you be both my chef as well as my chaperon?

“Yes, my lady, yes, sure. A bit unexpected, but if it pleases you. Tonight all is different”, he said.

“Yes, you are right, I would go beyond that. May I ask what you are being paid, two hundred my lady. Well, I pay four hundred. Now listen carefully, I will say this only once, I will double the fee to your favour if… , You are a good looking young man, good body, well trained. I kept looking at him, so young, so naive, and the next thing struck him as a for hammer: if … you are capable to waken my desires in such a way I will command you to lick my cunt. Is that understood”,

he stared at me, mouth slightly open, dry mouth, could not speak, just nod! And red of excitement, or embarrassment, he will tell. I stretched my leg, wearily. Showed him my gorgeous legs, a fine shoe, nylon cladded shins.

“And now its time to take of my shoes, and enjoy a proper foot massage!”

For a moment he seemed lost, but he soon recovered, and did grasp the notion of what was going on. I did not verbally accept my offer. But somehow I knew he did not turn it down. And he surely understood that it would take more than a scary rabbit to catch this Tigress! He knelt before me and took of my shoes, and started massing them. Soft at first but when he discovered I was not made of pastry he got the hang of a good and thorough massage. And these nylon clad feet were really sexy! And I think we can use the word exciting, I could clearly make out a bulge in his pants, it made me feel good. I lent backwards, and let the relaxed feeling wash over me. It was like a hot bath after a long cold journey, I could purr like a cat now. He took of the other shoe and I relaxed a bit more, be sure my skirt was lifting upwards and more of my precious secrets were revealed, my red lingerie which I really enjoy wearing. Well, this was the last help he was going to get, now it was up to him. To make the money or be the loser chef he resembled when he came in. But I admit, his erection and the wet spot in his pants were telling me enough.

“Dear G, its really very nice. Now I am going to take a shower, you think you can manage?”.

I stood up, looked down at him and held his gaze, when suddenly he took my legs and pushed his nose between them, inhaling the  sexy scent of nylon. By now I was sure he was ready for the battle that was to come. I went to the 2nd floor, my bedroom, undressed, took the night dress from the cupboard and went into the shower. Lovely, soapy, that’s enjoying a good life. And knowing dinner was on its way, I felt revived. Switched of the shower and felt for where the towel was. I should say, where I left it. because it wasn’t there,

“yes milady, I am here for you”

and he slowly opened the curtain. I am sure he never laid eyes on a glorious female like me, but he looked me in the eye, and help up the towel, He wrapped me in it and started patting to get it all dry,

“can you hold it milady”

and he knelt down on the bathroom floor, produced another towel and went drying my feet. Where he was cautious on the coach he was now getting bolder, he wanted to do this properly. Though inexperienced he sensually dried my feet, and kissed my toes. I held up my foot a bit and he sucked on my big toe, it went in his mouth, and I slowly started to fuck his mouth with it. O, that was heaven, felt so good. Now the other foot, and then he stood up. “Milady, here is your dress he said as he went into the bedroom. He held it up in a way as if he was going to do it. “

“don’t you forget something”.

“No milady, I think you will like it better as you are, but let’s discard the towel. Shall we?”

and he held up his hand in order to give him the towel. Where did all this confidence come from, this boldness? Was I mistaken by his 1st appearance? Well, I gave him the towel, and made sure he would see me properly. Now, please step into the dress, again he knelt before me, giving me good access. And I was sure he did not only look at my feet this time! He let me glide into the sexy dress, he was actually helping me, bit of accidentally touching my breasts, slowly closing the zipper on the back. I stepped back, turned for him.

“And G, do you like it. milady, it is gorgeous as heaven. May I suggest a pair of shoes?”

He produced high heeled red strapped shoes, and maybe a matching lip gloss? He helped me in the shoes, again I had him at my feet, but his position had changed, he was not so much afraid as a rabbit or beaten as a dog, he was about to advance further to his prey. He stood up, I showed him my shoe, my leg, “you like it”? He nodded, that was all, may I take your arm milady, the table is waiting.

He led me down the stairs, let me make a full turn on the dinner floor and admired my dress.

“I should say, if you were to wear that dress every day the world would be a better place”.

I did not blush, but was pleased with his remark. He led me to the dinner table which was splendidly laid. I was, how shall I say it, exuberant! Flowers, all kinds of arty attributes. How he managed that in those few minutes he was alone, no idea. But he knew his trade, I was glad I made my bold proposition towards him; I glowed with the idea we were now heading for probably the most sexual meal in my whole life. True, he was a bit on the silent side, but the way he took affairs in his hands made me confident there was more to come, and to enjoy!.

“G, the table looks good, my compliments”

“thank you, but let’s not forget this is about food, and I think you will like the starter. Please have a seat”. And smoothly he let me sit, and how he managed to touch both my ass and breast in the same movement, I don’t know. But he kept amazing me!

And yes, when he brought the starters I was surprised, and very pleased. I had asked for some oysters to accompany the fish soup, but there was a dozen, and I love them.

“And do you know how we come to see these as love food, aphrodisiac”, G said. “Because of their shape. Upon close inspection, I would say they somewhat resemble the female sex organ. Though I did not have the chance to compare this with your splendid design. And I think this could be a reason why people in the past associated mussels with sexuality. Don’t you agree sexual appetite starts in the mind rather than in the body.”

And with this he brought the first Oyster to my lips. Now I could let him do it, or take control again. No, I took his hand and together we accomplished this delicate action. And it felt great; I could feel his hands were shaking. He would never ever have dared a thing like that before, but now, since I dared him! There came a new G! More sexy than ever. I was getting a glimpse of his mind.

“OMG, that is so amazing. Here, let me help you to one G, they are delicious. I still could feel the salty taste on my lips and tongue, and no I will not compare it to anything! It is just, good. He bent forward to let me have access to his mouth, I held up the Oyster and presented it to him, I watched it disappear between his lips, slithering like being alive. It made me so hot, and then he wanted to present me the next. No, I said, first a toast. This, Lady, is a fine Alsace wine, white, delicate, maybe not the ideal wine for Oysters, but it will mark a wonderful evening, and he opened the bubbly wine. He gave me a glass, we toasted, and I drank. I closed my eyes, as being in heaven. Suddenly I felt his lips on mine, and I gently opened mine and let my tongue touch his warm body, his teeth, his tongue. A sweet mixture of wine and salted water, I simple held it there glowing inside.  When I broke I saw he was dazzled, his eyes were vague.

“G, now the rest of these delicious animals!”

I must admit I wouldn’t have minded if all courses were as hot as this, not realistic! But somehow, our conversation sparkled, he was so much more table host, friend than my little chef! We had a surprising discussion during the main course, which he brought to table with so much ease. It was all so wonderful organised, he really could sit and talk.

“may I make a small confession, Lady, never ever before did I feel so confident in female company. Somehow they want to keep me small”. I looked at him, now what’s next? Some “pity me story”, that’s not going to work G. I need action; I need a confident man, not a confession.

“You see, whenever I date with a girl she wants me to be someone, maybe even something. I either be the puppy, or the scared rabbit, or the Big Male, I mean I know I look quite good. But as soon as I have said three words they compare that to their image, and then conclude it isn’t in line with my character. They look at me, and wonder, is he who I think he is. Then reach a simple conclusion. Hell no, he could be his own little petty self, you know, let’s throw him out of the window! And there I go, out in the cold. And with you, tonight, I feel like I can be whoever I like, you don’t mind. As long as you are in the centre of the attention. As long as I only care of taking care of you. And tell you what, that’s me. I like to take care of people, that’s what my job is about. And yes, when I go to all these older couples, the Lady of the House always pictures me as the ideal son in law, or the son they never had, or the “finally a nice son”. That’s how I play my part in the story I sell them. I service them; give them a performance, not only in cooking but all of it. The garcon, the wine connoisseur. And tonight with you, I was enchanted the moment you opened the door. And somehow, step by step I took off all the nonsense and I stripped until the core. Here I am, surrendering myself to you. Being honest, for maybe the first time with a Lady”

Then he paused, looked me in the eye, and you know what. I somehow was emotional about this little confession. But just because what he said, there was so much more, so much unsaid. He was an iceberg of emotions. But aren’t we all. When I look back at my day, and look back at my anger, the moment my colleagues disappointed me, my friends let me down. I too was just adding useless aggressive emotion. His demure presentation stripped all that, and I felt weak. I saw a boy; I agree he was still a boy to me, but so much honesty.

“Well G, imagine you are with a beautiful lady, she has been nourished very well, The food was delicious, she is delighted with the company and must have some exercise before there is dessert. What would she like to do?”

Is there a more tempted thing to say, again I looked at him. Those big grey eyes, for a moment he sat without moving, Then he stood up, walked over to me, took my hand and made me stand up.

“Lady, may I have this dance?”

Fucking hell, I can’t believe it. I was offering him the most precious thing I had to give. Didn’t he notice? Or was he playing with me, like I was playing with him. Did he punish me; was this my punishment for leading him on? I was in control, all the time. I agree, he stepped out several time, but not like this! But before I knew we were dancing. And I could tell he had some lessons, there was some style. I could easily keep up, and I actually enjoyed it. And suddenly I became aware of the fact his hand was a bit lower than normal; his hand was slowly descending along my dress, towards the curve in my back where the spine touches the most divine flesh. His hand was slowly moving down, along the curve of my buttocks and finally resting with a secure grip of one of my halves peaches. He moved his body closer, so close he could not peek into my bosom anymore. And we danced a slow dance. There was music, but it didn’t matter, because we danced to our own tune.

I could sense his arousal, was wondering if he could restrain himself, in some way. And of course I was curious about his next move, would he throw himself at my feet and beg me to let him lick my cunt, or would he rip of my clothes and rape me, on the spot! I did not had to wait long, he let go of me and took my arm. Gently he guided me back to the table, “Lady it is time for a dessert”. When he came back from the kitchen there was an astonishing display of delicacies! That was what I called a grand dessert! And when he picked up a small cake and presented it to me, I could feel the liquid chocolate drip along my chin and on my nearly bare breasts. He lowered his head and I could feel his delicate tongue on my flesh, he was actually licking the chocolate from my breasts, it was very arousing. I must admit that. I could feel a very warm feeling spreading in my body, a final let go. I sighed, and said

“more chocolate G!”

and gave me another bite, now a delicious chocolate souffle. I savoured the delicious taste with my eyes closed. I opened them and saw the desire in G’s eyes. I grabbed his neck and pulled him rough towards me, I let him share the divine taste in my mouth. I bit his lips, pulled at his tongue with my teeth, no trace of being gentle. I was washed over by an intense desire. Now I pushed him down, and he got the hint. Fell on his knees, started kissing my ankles, slowly caressing my knees, moving upwards to my thighs. For a moment I resisted him, held my legs tightly together. Then let go, I opened them wide. And hungrily his mouth attacked my cunt. His tongue dived directly on my moist cunt. I grabbed his head, pulled him closer, closed my legs so he could not go anywhere and held him there. My nails scratched the skin of his head, he moaned load, when I let go he was panting like Usain Bolt after 100 m. He was under my dress, now pulled the dress up and started licking my sensitive body. I could feel there was still a lot to learn but all the excitement of this wonderful evening was bringing me rapidly towards the point of no return, I opened my legs wide and let him have access to it all. Then it crashed in, a cry, cramps, my nails digging deep in his sensitive skin, pulling him closer and closer. For a while there was nothing, only wonderful sensation, a huge and devastating orgasm hit me. I was senseless, hardly noticed G getting up, putting my dress in a decent way, until he offered me some delicate drink. The glass at my lips, I opened my mouth, then my eyes and looked at my garcon, “well done G, you made my day!”