When I was invited to do a food demo on a local TV show it was the first time I’d met the hosts, although I’d watched them on the tube many times. Right away you could tell they were professional newscasters. They were great looking, well dressed and they seemed really pleased to have me on the show. I couldn’t take my eyes off Mina, she was so gorgeous – tall, very bright and energetic, with long chestnut hair and a knockout figure.
It was the run up to Thanksgiving so I kept it simple, roasted a turkey with all the fixin’s; I demonstrated how to make the gravy, which in my experience most people consistently screw up. I think that demo was my favorite one I ever did as a chef. It was simple, not pretentious and, incredibly, Mina was my helper on the air. Since they only ever give you two or three minutes, I had refined my plan for these demos over time to: a) Get everything possible ready in advance. b) Keep the cooking demo short and sweet. c) Give the celebrity helper something to do. So I asked Mina to slice off some turkey while I whipped up the gravy and together we made up a nice plate for the camera right on cue. Success!
Mina thanked me and rushed off to wrap up the show. Watching her walk away was... special. I tore my eyes away from the sight and looked up to see much of the staff lining up with plates at my little demo kitchen table; all the producers, camera people, engineers and security had been working since four or five in the morning, and by now they were definitely ready for lunch! So I served them, and as I was finishing up Mina drifted back over, the show finished. She stood beside me and chatted while I finished packing everything up; it was nice to talk to a pretty girl who wasn't a foot shorter than me.
Mina kept smiling at me and trying to catch my eye while I was working. It felt so good standing next her I didn't want it to end, so I blathered on about meaningless BS just to keep her smiling. I didn’t see a ring on her finger, and I thought to myself, ‘Stop being such a pussy, Jeff! Ask her out!’
“Uh, Mina. It was a lot of fun cooking with you... ” I stammered. “I could make you dinner some time, want to come over?”
“I don't know, Jeff,” she said, smiling and arching her eyebrow. “What can you make?”
Sure of myself now… “I can make anything you want, Mina. What would you like?”
We chatted about food for a while – me tantalizing her with suggestions for all her favorite things – agreed I should surprise her, and we made a date. There was a moment when our eyes locked. I opened my mouth to say... I had no idea what...
Mina reached out and touched my shoulder. “See you then, Jeff!” And she was gone.
You can believe I put a lot into that dinner!
Mina showed up at my apartment and took off her jacket, looking devastating in tight slacks and a cool sweatshirt. I poured her some wine and handed her an apron, telling her she could help me in the kitchen again. We put together some Korean shrimp tacos, I had made some fresh kimchi earlier. When I held one up for her to take a bite, she looked so blissed out. We leaned against the counter, hip to hip, and polished them off, feeding each other. I took the plate. Now or never...
I leaned in and gave her a kiss. Mina wrapped me in her arms. Her lips were like satin and she held nothing back... Whew! Our eyes opening...
“What's next?” she asked, smiling. I talked her through the pan roasted lamb chops, and while she got that going I started some risotto.
“You have to stir it continually so it becomes gradually more creamy, see?” Mina tried to distract me by smiling over my shoulder with her arms wrapped around me. I tried to stay focused but I could feel her breasts warm on my back. It was not easy. When she ducked in front of me to take the spoon, I was very aware of her ass just millimeters from my joint. It took willpower to move, but I took the lamb out of the oven to turn the chops and add the lardons and shallots, then popped it all back in.
“How's the risotto?” I put my arms around her and took the spoon.
“No idea...” She turned and kissed me again and I couldn't think anymore. I started pulling her shirt over her head but the apron was around her neck.
“Let me.” By some girl trickery she got her shirt off and unclipped her bra, leaving the apron on. I had her warm tits in my hands while she unbuckled her belt and the slacks dropped to the floor. Her nipple in my mouth while I kneaded her other breast and her hands were in my hair. I dropped to my knees and lifted up the apron. For a moment I admired her lace panties, which were very tiny, barely covering anything.
“Like them?” she smiled. Her pussy lips could be seen through the filmy lace. There was a little shine on them. I inhaled deeply and the aroma of girl was dizzying.
“They're cute, but I like them better when they're off.” My hands on her waist, I lifted her up to the counter and raised her knees to slide those panties down her long legs. Soon my tongue was flicking her clit with her legs over my shoulders, nose in her fluffy pubes. Mina was wet inside and one finger was feeling behind her clit for the G-spot somewhere in her delicious folds. She was breathing hard and loving it, eyes closed and head thrown back as I pushed her over the edge.
I slid that finger into her ass and stroked inside her and Mina responded. She caught her breath and bent over me, crushing my head. I kept going to prolong it for her and she squeezed me harder, gripping my finger tight with her ass.
“Ah! Oh!” She gasped and let me go and warily I got to my feet and hugged her to me. “Oh Jeff,” she gasped, “I need you inside me!”
“Wait!” I grinned, and quick as a flash opened the oven and threw the pan with the lamb chops on top. Then I took a deep breath, picked up my naked girl and carried her to the couch. I sat down carefully with Mina on my lap. She lifted herself on her knees and pressed her ass back to rub my shaft. I reached to guide her to the spot and then I was inside her. I pulled her down and our tongues entwined while I rocked my hips and we got a rhythm going. She felt amazing inside and I could feel every fold of her.
Mina really wanted it and pushed expertly to get me in deep. “That feels really big,” she moaned, and her breathing got rough. I needed to hold myself back or I would explode any second; my shaft was rigid and those delicate pink lips were getting mashed on me with each thrust. Her tits were wrapped around my face and I pushed my hips up harder to really get her going. She rocked faster, breathing crazy hard and then gasping and slowing, and I lost it feeling the climax burn through me and jetted inside her, making us both all sticky.
We were sweating and calming down. I reached and barely got to the switch on the wall that lit the gas fireplace with low blue flames. Mina turned to look and giggled. “Was that for me?” Her hair was a mess.
“Yup,” I laughed, “And you know what? We need to finish dinner…”
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