Sex With the Chef (Erotica)

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Authors: Alexandrinha Abbott
Toby had taken Emma on a series of romantic dates over the past month, but he hadn't laid a finger on her yet. It was driving her crazy. He knew this because the employees at the restaurant where they worked were all gossiping about it. As head chef, he made it part of his job to keep abreast of all the latest gossip, and it turned out that Emma wasn't particularly discreet.
     
    Restaurant gossip can sink an establishment almost as easily as diners getting food poisoning or finding cockroaches in the amuse bouche, but rumors about his supposed lack of sexual appetite weren't likely to bring the place to its knees. They were just a nuisance. Nothing could be further than the truth. His appetite was just fine. Emma would find out soon enough.
     
    It wasn't that he didn't find Emma attractive. On the contrary, the young waitress was a natural beauty with her pale skin, green eyes and strawberry blond hair. She resembled a porcelain doll, delicate and fragile as fine china. He just believed in taking things slowly. Tonight, he would prepare something special for her here at the restaurant after everyone else had gone home. He was certain that she would be pleasantly surprised.
     
    Toby brought Emma back to the abandoned restaurant just as he'd planned. He led her to the empty kitchen, and turned on a single dim light. Workers had scrubbed every surface clean before locking up and going home. Without a word, he pushed her against a stainless steel table that had been covered in food just hours earlier. Now it was sanitized and sparkling, waiting for the following day's meal preparation. The kitchen looked different in the low-intensity light and without the usual hustle and bustle of the day's activities.
     
    He kissed her then in the deserted kitchen. It was their first kiss, and he didn't start gently. He forced his tongue deep into her mouth and pressed his hardness against her small soft body. The ball was in her court. She didn't resist. Instead, she parted her lips to accommodate his tongue and ground her slim hips against his. At that moment, it seemed she was ready for everything he had planned.
     
    She briefly pulled her mouth from his. "What took you so long?"
     
    "I like you, Emma. I really like you," Toby murmured against the silken skin of her neck. His breath made her shiver. "Besides," he said, "I wanted to make sure you were ready."
     
    "I'm ready for anything," she whispered in return.
     
    "You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that," he said.
     
    Toby placed his hands on her smooth legs, just beneath the hem of her dress. He slid those hands upward until he reached the top of her panties and then reversed direction, taking the small white scrap of fabric down the length of her thighs. He released the soft panties at her knees. They slid the rest of the way to the floor on their own. Emma kicked them aside.
     
    With hands scarred by too many kitchen accidents, hot splattering oil and knife mishaps, Toby pushed her dress back up toward her waist. This time, there were no panties to obscure his view. Emma's clean-shaven mons pubis made its first appearance to his hungry eyes.
     
    When his hands passed her hips to reach her tiny waist, he gripped her firmly and lifted her into a seated position on the edge of the stainless steel table. She gasped. He knew that the metal was icy cold against her bare buttocks and vagina as they pressed against the table. He would do his best to warm her.
     
    Toby's hands were still on her waist. Her dress was pushed above the place where his rough hands made contact with her flawless skin. With one smooth motion, he brought the fabric over her head and tossed it over the table. It landed on the floor well beyond her discarded panties. She wasn't wearing a bra.
     
    Emma's breasts were small, but they were flawlessly formed. They reminded him of two perfectly scooped servings of creamy white mashed potatoes sitting on a china plate. Her cream-colored nipples were

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