Two Many Cooks

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Well, I can't say that I wasn't completely surprised, if not taken aback, when you invited me over. I mean, I guess I had seen you every day for some time, every day at that drive-thru, getting my second or third daily dose of caffeine. I'm not gonna lie, I am a true coffee addict, and who better to share some time with than somebody who's good at serving those kind of people.

I never really saw much of you, your pretty face, I liked your hair, I definitely enjoyed the shape of your upper body, but I didn't get much else other than your more than amusing personality, and I endeared that. I was sad when I'd roll up to the drive-thru and you weren't there. And then that one day, I held up all that traffic behind me, just talking to you.

We shared that conversation about cooking, I told you how much I enjoyed it, you said you knew more than just how to make a cup of coffee, and I found that intriguing. I didn't think much of that, and next time, when you openly invited me over to do a collaborative effort of cooking of sorts, I couldn't stop smiling for the next couple days. And then, that Saturday came, I knocked on your front door, and you greeted me in that threshold of your small apartment.

You looked nervous and happy, overjoyed almost, I was nervous and happy, very overjoyed. You opened the door, opened your arms, revealing yourself in that pretty little dress. You motioned for me to come inside and sit down on the couch, and lo and behold, what did you offer me but a cup of coffee?

I nodded hesitantly, but to be honest, I was paying more attention to you than my surroundings. But I sat down and made that thump that shook that couch a little, wrapped my arms around your slender shoulders, and pulled you close. I wasn't going to waste any time, I could feel the heat, the heat of your face that seemed to be blushing, so hot as if it might just burst into flames, and I wonder if you could hear my heart racing, almost out of control.

I wanted to kiss you, but I hesitated, instead, I said, oh, coffee, do you have Splenda? You know how I like my coffee. Actually I wasn't sure exactly how you liked it, so I just got it black, Jeremy.

That's okay. I have sugar and milk in the kitchen, is what you followed up with, and you hopped off the couch, grabbing both cups of coffee, made your way across the room. I stood up and followed you close behind, but far enough back that I could enjoy the sway of that perky ass under that sheer fabric of your dress.

I balanced myself leaning against that counter while you pulled that sugar container from what appeared, I guess, to be a cup board. And then you opened your fridge, taking out some milk, while my eyes followed you everywhere you went. I can imagine you could feel your body vibrating with the intensity of what was my very obvious understated desire at this point.

You weren't shy, though. You came back and stood right next to me, and facing the counter, scooping sugar onto a spoon, and in a swift movement, I was right behind you, my hand on you again, caressing your right thigh just above that soft round ass. My other hand on your left side, right beneath your breasts.

I heard the spoon fall onto the countertop, a soft little moan escaping from your throat. The stroking of my left hand, making my cough rub inside my jeans. My lips against the back of your neck, my inhale deep, enjoying your scent.

That sound sending cool shivers down your spine. You moaned, and you said something through these panicked breaths that sounded something like, oh god, that feels good, but, but, but. And I don't know if I waited for much more of a response outside of your perfect round ass.

My cock inside my pants, pushing hard against it, feeling like it was ready to bust right through. I couldn't help myself. It had been too long, and I didn't want to waste any time as I unbuttoned my jeans, and you could hear the sound of that zipper.

A moment later, you could feel me pressing my thick, hard cock against that sheer fabric of that dress covering your tight little ass while my hand reached between your legs. But I did my best to find and stroke your clit through what felt like already very soaked pants. And as I ran, my hand over the length of my cock, before pulling yours onto it and demonstrating what I felt you should be doing, I swayed back and forth, pushing my cock against that crevasse between your soft ass cheeks.

Can you feel how thick it is? I was hoping you're wondering if you'd be able to handle it inside your pussy. Without hesitation, it seemed like we were both on the same page because you said, Please.

Fuck me. How did that sound coming out of your mouth? Please fuck me.

Exactly what I'm going to do is how I responded. At this point, all the games and tropes of cooking and coffee were out the window. My hands moving away from that pussy.

And in one fast, fluid motion, you could hear that sound, that sound of fabric tearing, and looked down to see the tattered remnants of that same dress that you had picked out earlier to impress me. I'd imagine that the cool air of your kitchen was blowing across your skin, which I could visibly see was now covered in goosebumps. My hands sliding down the sides of your body, over all your curves, hearing your guttural moans.

My fingers slipping underneath the edges of your panties, the snap of fabric flicking at your flesh, hearing you gasp with what sounded like very unrestrained lust. I peered onto the counter, noticing something that caught my eye and said verbally, this will work. It was a jar of one of my favorite things, coconut oil.

Coconut oil has many, many uses. I grabbed hold of that small bottle, opening the lid and dropping it down, taking some inside my fingers. Smelled good, coconut oil.

You could feel me pouring it down on top of your fucking ass while I watched you arch yourself over, so limber. I'm sure you could feel the head of my fucking throbbing cock pressing against that aching little entrance of your little tight ass hole. I'd imagine you were biting your lip.

I could hear you gasp as the head of my cock moved up and down, up and down, until finding its entrance just below that little fucking tight ass hole of yours. I'd imagine that you felt like your entire body was wrapped around my cock. Every pulse of my heartbeat, and every twitch of my thick, now glossy cock.

A short, short wave of pain as my cock found its way between your little pussy lips. Oh fuck, it's big. Something that I heard you say.

Oh yes, and you're going to feel this for a long time, baby, is what I said. As I slowly held both sides of the countertop, pushing my entire length inside of you hard and fast. Your ass glistened as you gasped and let out another low whimper, and then you began moaning as I positioned and pissed in my thick cock, in and out of your stretched little pussy.

My left hand working your dripping little pussy, while my right moving up to your little ass hole, glistening in coconut oil. Moving farther up, up your side, up over those breasts and then to your neck. My right hand gripping just tight enough to slow the flow of blood without stopping it.

Mmm, the sensations were so complex as they crashed into the counter, I could feel waves of pleasure every time I flicked my fingers on your throbbing little cock.