Heating Up The Kitchen

Posted By Duncan on February 9, 2009

Once upon a time, there was this high class working gal, who had her own business. She was on her way to becoming very successful in the yarn business, I believe. She started out small, but as her clients grew, she needed more goods to offer. As she was building her inventory, she needed to add more shelving to put her goods on display.

She knew a good carpenter she called from time to time to help fix and build things around the store. On this particular occasion, she required a few extra shelves, because she negotiated a good deal on some quality yarn.

The carpenter happened to be available and agreed to build the shelves. He spent several days gathering materials, designing, measuring and puttering with a few of his carpenter toys. A few more days had passed and a majority of the shelves were built. The business gal in the meantime found another deal on more yarn, and proceeded to order it. The new yarn required even more shelves, so she asked the carpenter to make them. He agreed and built the additional shelves.

Several days passed before the carpenter came back to the store to drop off the invoice. As he entered the store, he saw piles of empty boxes all over, then noticed the gal in the back stocking more shelves. He approached in his usual saunter walk, said hi, and presented the invoice. The gal responded and took the invoice in the office to write a check.

Moments later, she came out of the office with a distressed look on her face. The carpenter noticed, and asked if there was anything wrong. She said very apologetically, that she somehow over spent her available funds on the extra yarn deal, and she couldn’t pay him until she sold some of the yarn. Being a gentleman, and not in a hurry for payment, he said no problem, and said she could pay him later.

The business gal felt bad what had happened, but was happy that the carpenter wasn’t mad and could wait. They talked about a few other things, the weather, and other little chit chat, then he said that he should go. She watched him as he was headed out the store with the same saunter that he cam in with. “Wait”, she spoke out. He stopped by the door. She walked up to him and said with a slight grin “again, I want to apologize. Maybe there is something that I could do to make up for the wait”. He replied with a puzzled look, looking at her as she came near him. He started to say that it was unnecessary, when she casually but purposefully brushed past him, letting her hair touch his shoulder ever so slightly. He was distracted by the faint soft fragrance of her hair, and didn’t notice that she reached out to shut the door, turn the lock, and remove the open sign from the window.

As carefully as she past the first time, she returned and brushed past him again. After getting a few feet away, she ask if he would be kind enough to pick up the big box by the door and bring it to the back of the store. Still standing there with a slight dazed look, he shook his head slightly to focus his attention, then grabbed the box and followed. When he arrived at the back of the store, she asked him to empty the box on a work table.

Not surprisingly, a large pile of yarn emptied out of the box. It was soft and colorful. He set the box on the floor, then turned around as if to say something, then he felt this hand press against his chest. The hand pushed him back until he bumped into the table and couldn’t move back any farther. He started to say something, then he felt a finger touching his lips, signaling to keep quiet.

She took a step back, then proceeded to sway side to side, as if there was soft music playing. As she moved, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, first the top, then next, until the blouse was completely undone. She stepped closer, waving her hair so it would spread its fragrance in the air. Closer she came to him and started to smile as if she came to greet someone she hadn’t seen in ages.

Closer she came. The fragrant locks of her hair captured his senses. He became hypnotized by the scent. Her hair reached his face. It captured him like a hawk grabbing its prey. He no longer had control of his world. He was caught in an exhilaration of emotions. Mesmerized, but still coherent, he briefly noticed the lace undergarment and voluptuous curves partially hidden by her blouse. First a peak-a-boo glance, then a longer glance. As her body moved even more, her delicate bosom threw out a mystical spell. It invisibly spread across to him like the evening fog rolls in to shore. Then Bam! His body and head jolted, then stopped. As if frozen in time, his muscles locked up. He could do nothing to move his body. His gaze was lock on her eyes.

She began to raise her head, flinging her hair back slightly with her body movement. Her eyes became focused with his. She stretch up to offer her tender lips to him. He was still without movement. Somewhere deep inside, he managed the strength to move his neck and head towards her. Slowly they each kept stretching towards one another. With what seemed to be a last effort, they both managed to muster a little more, and their lips met. First with a hesitant feather touch, then with a firmer embrace. They both had an instance of quivering pleasure rippling from their lips, through their face, then to the rest of their bodies. Ripples like a rock hitting the water.

As the ripples began to fade, they embraced again, pressing their lips even tighter against each other. The quivering ripples turned to ripples of passion, as they pressed even harder. Then with even more pressure, she with a little more movement of her lips, he began to feel his lips loosen from the frozen spell. Its as if her kiss released the hypnotic state cast upon his body. Together, their lips opened slightly, then with more movement and more passion. His body was still frozen like a block of ice. The touch of her lips started a melting reaction, thawing and releasing his facial muscles, slowly at first, then moving to his jaw, then neck, then shoulders.

The intensity of their embrace released the rest of his body almost instantly. His arms catapulted towards her, stretching around her waist. Grabbing her firmly, he pulled their bodies closer. The warmth of their bodies together fueled their body movements as they began to develop a sensual body rhythm.

This rhythm of their two bodies became as one. With one swift movement which seemed effortless, he picked her up and tenderly set her on the table piled with the yarn. He gently assisted her to lean back until her body and head lay flat in the soft wool.

The passion and arousal grew, as they began to….

….As they lay there cuddled in each others arms, their heart beats slowed down. The eventual departure came near and they both felt it. Without saying a word, their arms tightened around each other one last time simultaneously. Its as if they had been with one another for ever, and knew exactly what the other would do. Then he leaned over her, pushed a lock of hair out of her face and kissed her softly on the lips. One more long glance in her eyes, one more breathe of air to smell the fragrance of her skin.

The carpenter left the store without saying a word. She had opened up her heart to him. Then as quietly as he came, he dissapeared out the door. She felt a slight cold chill as she feared he would not return. Then as fast as the chill came, it left when she remembered that he will have to come back for his check.

Categories: Aperitifs
Tags: Fantasy, MF, Romance