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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 kaçak iddaa 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, kaçak bahis 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 illegal bahis 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.**