Kitchen Trouble (2 page)

“I have to kiss you. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, but I didn’t know if it would be appropriate.”

“From what I feel Peter, this couldn’t be any more perfect.” I ran my hands through his newly shorn locks and pulled him down to meet my lips. We kissed lightly at first and then we moved in closer and more deeply. His tongue curled around mine and pulled it out of my mouth and into his. I moaned and practically collapsed in his arms with pleasure coursing through my entire body.

I should’ve seen the absurdity of it all, but my hand was still around his protruding appendage and any such hesitant thoughts got lost in his touch. I hadn’t been intimate like this in over 6 months and all that pent up frustration was finally finding somewhere to unleash its wrath.

Peter lifted me up off my feet and my hand left him. Our kiss was so surprisingly passionate, I never pictured I would ever have this kind of feeling towards Peter. It felt like time stood still. I was slowly let down back onto my feet and I could still feel the anticipation between us. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, as I slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of his doorway.

“I want this as much as you do. Let me show you that what I’m telling you is true.” My lips kissed the head of his penis. I could smell the peach scent of body wash on his flesh which made his cock that much more appealing. I hungrily covered it with my mouth. There was nothing left, but the last two inches. He was bigger than I was expecting. I mean, there were times when he came over late at night and slept on my couch when I imagined what he would look like naked, but I never crossed that line. That boundary I was so scared to cross, was now in my mouth.

“Maria, I’ve thought of you like this often, but never thought that it would happen. I still have to shake my head to see if I’m dreaming.”

I looked up into his eyes and said, “If this is a dream, I hope we both never wake up.” His thickness went back into my mouth and I moved my head back and forth, while twisting my head around his pole. It wasn’t long before I felt him grow even bigger. Eventually he exploded. He filled my mouth and I swallowed it all and went looking for more.

He lifted me to my feet and then off the ground. This time, my legs flipped over his shoulders and his face was planted under my thighs. I was lucky that he had cathedral ceiling in the hallway, or else I could’ve gotten seriously hurt. He was standing there with me on his shoulders and I could see the muscles in his massive arms rippling and straining to keep me afloat.

My best friend’s tongue penetrated my folds and I screamed. “Fucking Christ that is one long tongue!” My hands lifted over my head and I was able to touch the ceiling with both of my hands. I looked down and his head was moving back and forth under me and then he took my clit into his mouth.

“Fuck meeeeeee!” My juices covered Peter’s face as he was licking every drop. He spread my legs out further. My well-tongued pussy slid down his chin, over his chest, and further down until it touched his cock that was once again expanded and hot for me.

“Oh my, it seems like you’re already ready for more. I hope it wasn’t something that I did,” I chuckled. His expression was pure animalistic. He dropped me for a second and my pussy lips slid down his shaft until I was right against his mid section.

“Oh God you are fucking incredible Maria. Oh yeah, it feels amazing inside of you. Jesus! Did you just squeeze me?”

“Um, did you….ohhhhh….like it?” He didn’t answer me with words but with actions. His body pushed me up against the wall and he began to grind his pelvis against mine. I held on and he fucked me hard, fast and with urgency. My pussy cream was covering him completely and made it so that he could easily slide in and out of my hot oven of sex.

“Oh, yes, give me all of you.” The head of his member was driving to the very deepest part of me and it touched something that I immediately knew he was seeking.

“Cummmmming...oh please cum with me.” His eyes never left mine which made it seem all the more intimate. His legs were shaking and his mouth descended onto mine, while his cum poured into me. I held him close and licked my lips over his sweaty face. He groaned in ecstasy and collapsed, clearly fully contented.

He took a couple seconds to regain his composure, and then stepped back. His faced clouded over with concern. “I think that might have been a mistake. We just got carried away, and I won’t hold you to anything.”

I took his face into my hands and said, “Relax. It didn’t feel like a mistake, it felt like something that I want to do again and again. Well, if you want it to. Anyway, I just remembered why I came to see you.” I told him about the restaurant and how my grandmother was helping to fund this little enterprise of mine.

“I’ve got good news too. I got the job and it starts in 3 months. Say, while I’m waiting for it to begin, I could help you with the renovations. I know everything you need from plumbing to carpentry, and even electrical. It would save you the other 25 thousand dollars that you would require to make the changes you want.”

“I can’t believe that you’re willing to do that for me. You are a God send.” I straightened my clothes and got set to leave. I had to get up early to talk with the realtor. I decided to leave, got into my car and started the engine. As I backed out of his driveway, I couldn’t help looking at his house and remembering what we just did.

In the morning, I met with the realtor and over the course of some dicey negotiations; I managed to obtain the place for less than I thought. Once I signed over the funds and got the keys, I started to have a panic attack. Ironically, Peter called at that moment. I didn’t have to explain much as he noted the anxiety in my voice.

About 10 minutes later, Peter was there at the door to my new place and he had his hands on my shoulders. I looked up in surprise, but I suppose that nothing about him should surprise me anymore.

“You told me that you were going to sign the papers today, and knowing you like I do, it was conceivable that you’d be second guessing yourself. Take a deep breath and just let it out slowly. Just think about how fantastic this place will be. Imagine how much money you’ll make and the number of customers who will be coming through those doors. I want you to picture it Mar.”

I closed my eyes and could see my vision come to life. Then I felt something else, but it was coming from behind me. I reached back and felt what was poking at me.

“Really, right now?”

“Hey, I can’t control these things sometimes. It felt your warm body against it and it came out to say a little hello.”

I smiled and replied, “There’s nothing little about that.” We hugged and he made me feel like anything was possible. We went in and got right to work. It would take a lot of elbow grease to get this place first up to code, and then what I wanted it to look like. It was a Herculean task, but I knew that I had my very own Hercules waiting to roll up his sleeves.

Two days passed, we barely made a dent in the place. I still hadn’t come up with a name. I wanted something that would describe who I was and what kind of chef I had become. I looked around and Peter was hard at work with the electrical. He told me that the wiring was faulty and that I needed a breaker box to put in. I looked at him with confusion and he finally said that he knew a guy that owed him a favor, that he could get the parts and wire cheap. I liked the sound of that.

While he was doing that manual labor, my grandmother and I were taking inventory of the kitchen. For the most part, everything looked in good shape. I didn’t have to buy any major appliances and things were looking good. Still a long way to go, but we were taking things in steps.

My eyes were periodically gazing at Peter and he would sometimes catch me looking and grinned in my direction.

“Oh no my child, don’t tell me that you’re sleeping with him. Don’t even try to lie to me Maria, it tells in your eyes. It’s always in the eyes.” I could never hide anything from her and she had easily read our body language.

“Yes grandma we are sleeping together. It only happened one time, but it was the kind of sex that you probably had with grandad.”

“I’ve never discussed my sex life and I don’t intend to now. Peter does seem like a good man and all I’ve ever wanted for you was for you to be happy. If he hurts you in any way, I’ll be happy to relieve him of his family jewels.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” She grinned at me and then left to get to a bingo tournament. As she put it, “I have to make some money to help pay for this place.”

We worked all day and were even there for the new plates when they arrived. They were exactly what I wanted and would compliment the new sanding and paint of the tables. Peter had taken the old shabby ones and turned them into something that could grace any fine dining establishment.

He finished up around 10 that night and was covered from head to toe in dust. My hands patted him down to get the dust off, but it also brought about a big problem. His smile told me everything in one look and I knew that we were about to find out just how sturdy those tables were. Thankfully, there was paper covering the windows, so we were left in our own little world.

“I’ll make sure the door is locked. I had barely gotten the latch turned, when I felt his hands come around and tweak my nipples through my dirty shirt. His hot lips made contact with my neck and I had no choice but to lean into him. My buttons came undone and his fingers played over my naked flesh. My skin was tingling, as he put his hand on my tight ass. He gave it a friendly slap and put his lips over mine.

I turned to face him and he pushed me back against the table. He was trying to get me to hop up onto it, but I had a better idea. I flipped the script on him and turned his back to the table. I undid his belt and attempted to pull down his tight jeans, but they felt like they were painted on him. He had to give me a hand, but we finally got them off and threw them on the floor.

“I got those in high school and only wear them when I have to get my hands dirty.”

“Oh, you’re definitely going to get dirty Peter. You can count on it.” I pushed his tight glutes against one of the new tables, he got the idea quick enough and sat up on it. I slid the chair out and sat down to inspect the meal that was presented to me. It was a big sausage, but I was sure that I could handle it.

My mouth worked its way down his meaty column and I reached under with my hands to give attention to his very full balls. He was definitely backed up in there, what with two days of constant work and no play. It just seemed right some now to do it, christening my new place.

Peter’s hands grabbed my long dark locks and he held me there while he fucked my tight mouth. I gave his sack a squeeze and he let go of my hair. I wanted room to maneuver and now I could slip one hand around the base and put the rest to good use in my mouth. It was a way of milking the cum from his body, and I was soon rewarded with a loud moan of release.

I took him out just as the first spurt shot over my tongue and squeezed the flow shut. He looked at me pleading to let him go, but I had other plans. It took a few minutes of shutting him down, but eventually I was able to let go and only a small amount came forth out of the head. It was still fully engorged and I got up and took off my own tight jeans and dropped my panties along with them.

My legs climbed up onto the chair and then straddled his lap. I settled my petite body on top of his and then lowered myself onto his angry looking male organ.

I gritted my teeth, as he filled me up until I thought that I couldn’t take anymore. I started to ride him and the table began to move. I got a good motion going and then I gripped his shoulders and really began to slam my pussy down over him. The table creaked on its legs and we stopped for a second with fear in our eyes. We giggled like two children causing mischief. When we thought it was safe, I started up again and he pulled me to him and bit my bottom lip with his. The pain of his nip was more than enough to drive me forward.

“Damn Peter, if I knew it would be like this…oh fuck.” He had now lifted his legs and used them to thrust up under me. It was more than I could take and I lost it completely. I saw myself from above and it felt like I had left my body for a second and the sight of our coupling was so fucking hot. Then I was back in the present and I could feel his seed dripping out of me and onto that nicely shined table. It was a quick and powerful climax for the both of us that left us both spent.