Sometimes she would come for her lesson and we would make slow gentle love. Sometimes we would kiss in the hall, on the settee or I would lift her onto a table and then we would fuck. Sometimes we simply flirted and teased each other. Eventually she would leave and take away whatever dish she had made. Before opening the door she would tuck the recipe and the method notes into her large shoulder bag. She would lightly kiss my cheek and say "Thank you. See you next week".
Today had been a teasing day. She concentrated hard on her cooking skills. She had poured the orange juice into the saucepan, added sugar and cranberries. She covered it and looked at me. "Bring to the boil and let it simmer for five minutes" I said. She creamed the fat with the sugar and vanilla essence. She worked efficiently and her eyes would flash and narrow as she concentrated.
Later, when the rich dark chocolate had been melted down and she was beating the eggs into its depths I put my hand on the small of her back. She smiled but didn`t look at me. I stroked the length of her back from her waist up to her shoulders as she worked amidst the bicarb, baking powder, soured milk and sifted flour. I slid my hand down again - pausing briefly to press my fingertips against her. I slid my hand down over the curves of her backside and in between the top of her thighs. She sighed slightly and her legs parted, her soft shoes hissing briefly on the kitchen floor. She spooned the mixture into the 2 greased tins.She stepped back, opened the oven and slid the tins inside. The door closed with a quiet click.
She turned and faced me. "Bastard" she smiled as she said it. She took my hand and led me out into the hall. "We have between thirty and forty minutes". Her voice was happy and her face was a beautiful smile against her warm pink skin. Then she pushed open the bedroom door and led me inside.
