Cooking the Chef

"The Apprentice":

Today is my first day as a sous chef at your restaurant. I am very nervous. You are one of a handful of female chefs in the business and have a reputation as being old school. Many budding young chefs have had run-ins with you that resulted in them quitting your restaurant in tears and tails between their legs. But you are an excellent chef and you have turned out some of the top chefs in the business. Furthermore, I have also heard that of the female head chefs, you are one of the most beautiful and it is always considered somewhat a waste that you should choose to hide in the kitchen.

I am determined to impress you on the first day. After the initial introduction, you sent me to my station to prep for service. It seems the harder I wished to impress you, the more mistakes I made. You were yelling at me left, right and centre. I was beginning to doubt my resolve and was damn near close to tears at the end of dinner service. And to top off my really bad day, I manage to splash a whole pot of tomato sauce when I was cleaning up my station. Drats, now I have to spend more time cleaning up! I got to scrub and eventually had my station spotless ready for tomorrow's chaos once more. As I head off to the locker room to clean off my chef's whites and wash off the tomato residue, I did not notice you have been watching me all this time. In the bathroom, I took off all my clothes and turned on the water for a quick shower. I am enjoying the hot water gushing on my tired and depressed body. Feeling much better and relaxed, I stepped out of the shower and changed into my spare t-shirt and mini skirt. Alas, I had forgotten to put in a change of panties when I left the house this morning. Never mind, I am heading off home anyways. So, I decided to go commando under my skirt.

Just as I left the locker room, you come out of your office and called for me to join you in the kitchen. You poured me a glass of wine and ask me what I think of my first day in your kitchen. I am taken aback; you were such a hard-ass to me the whole day. I am not sure how to answer. Your hand grazes my cheek and pushes my hair away. You tell me you found it heart breaking to have to be such a hard-ass on me as you find me very attractive and the more you yelled at me, the more I seemed at the brink of tears, the more heart-wrenching you felt. Meanwhile all you wanted to do was have me in your arms.

Looking into you eyes, I can feel your sincerity. Sometime between the wine and your sweet words, I could feel my pussy getting wet. I dare bursa yabancı escort lean forward to kiss you on the lips. You do not resist me. Instead, you kissed me back with fervour. Your hands slip under my skirt, grab my naked ass and pull me tight against you.

"The Chef":

Your soft lips reach out for mine and our lips lock. We kiss passionately, our tongues dancing in unison. I could feel your warm tongue on mine, laced with your sweet breath. You place your hands behind my head, pressing me close to you. My left hand steadies your back