I look at the clock. 

7:40 pm.
And here I am, stuck in this infernal traffic. I should already be getting home, ready to be welcomed by your delicious kisses. 

The car in front honks. 
The radio presenter announces the next song. 

I have been sitting here for 20 minutes. And I am already fed up. 

My phone signals a message. 
"Where are you?" you ask. 

I take a photo of the line of cars in front of me.  
"I don't know what time I'll get there." And I send it. 

It rings again. 

I receive a photo of you wearing a red apron by the cooker. 
"What a shame... I'm preparing dinner." 

"I hope I get there in time." 
I zoom in on the photo. 

Your slightly tousled hair gives you a mischievous look. 
A gaze that is as innocent as it is sensual. 
That naughty smile I cannot resist. 

I scroll the image down to the apron. 
But... I bring my face closer to the screen. 
The fabric of the apron reveals your nipples! 
I laugh. Only you would cook without a top on. 

I keep looking at the photo and notice your bare legs. 
I try to zoom in further and catch sight of the black strap of some knickers on your hip. 

Damn! Of all days, there had to be traffic today! 
I receive another message that simply says: "Menu". 
Before I can reply, I start receiving photos. 

"Starters"
Your round breasts fill my screen. Your nipples are hard and erect, ready for me to taste and savour. 

 "Main course"
I open the photo and my heart races. You are sitting on the edge of the table. The apron tossed aside. Hands behind your back. Legs open. Your black knickers hanging from your foot. And at the centre of this vision, your vagina luxuriantly exposed. 

I cannot resist zooming in. 
I delight in looking and imagining my tongue playing with your wet clitoris. 
I want to taste it! 

"Dessert"
Your buttocks appear on the screen. Your arse provocatively raised. On your left buttock, the mark of a hand made with flour. 
"Would you like to make a reservation?" 
"Yes!" I reply without hesitation. 

The bulge in my trousers is already noticeable and beginning to bother me. 
Traffic moves forward a little, but not enough for me to get out of here. 

My phone rings with a video call from you. I answer. 
You are wearing the apron again. 

"I really liked the photos," I say with a smile. 
"Oh yes? Do you want more?" 
"I can hardly wait to get there..." 
"You don't have to. Let's have dinner." 

You leave the phone propped against something, filming the table. 
Traffic moves forward a little, but soon stops. 
You walk over to the table and lean against it. 

You run your hands along the sides of your body, lifting the apron and showing your beautiful legs. 
You turn around, rest one hand on the table, raise your arse and slap your buttock, letting out a mischievous little cry. 

"What are you doing?" I ask, laughing. 
You do not reply; you simply stare at the phone and smile. 
You lean against the table again, bring your hand to your neck and loosen the tie holding the apron. 
The top of the apron falls, hanging from your waist. 

"Oops!" you say, laughing wickedly. 

Your stunning breasts are exposed. 
How I wish I were holding them now, sucking them, nibbling them... 

I feel my penis harden again. I place my hand over my trousers to calm myself. 
You pick up a tube of chocolate sauce and begin letting it fall over your breasts. 

Sweet trails begin to trace themselves across your skin. Delicious drops paint that body in which I want to lose myself. 
You put down the chocolate and run a finger over your breasts before bringing it to your mouth. 

Boldly, you suck your finger while your other hand caresses your nipples. 
You bring both hands to your breasts and squeeze them, smear chocolate over them, play with your nipples by pulling them. 

You turn your back and loosen the apron tie at your waist, letting it fall at your feet.
You run your hands over your buttocks, spreading them apart, squeezing and pinching them, leaving a chocolate trail. 
You sit on the edge of the table with your legs closed. 

You bring each finger to your mouth, brushing them against your lips before eagerly sucking them until they are left without any trace of chocolate. 

You slowly open your legs, staring straight at the camera. Provocative. 
You lower a hand to your vagina. 
You slowly touch your clitoris, that core of pleasure. 
You let out a soft moan. 

You begin touching yourself. Slowly, you enjoy your body. A journey of circular movements, interrupted by gentle tugs. 
I cannot take it any longer. I feel that at any moment my trousers will tear. 
I undo them and slip my hand beneath my boxers, grasping my hard penis. 

I begin masturbating slowly, trying not to draw attention. 
You lower your hand further, to the entrance of your vagina. 

Without difficulty, you let two fingers enter, releasing a moan of delight. 
You let your fingers explore the inside of your core and withdraw without haste, savouring the moment. 

I look at the car beside me. The driver is distracted, looking at his phone. But judging by his expression, he is not enjoying a view as appetising as mine. 

I pull my boxers slightly down and let my penis out. It almost hurts, it is so hard. 
I begin touching myself at the same pace as you. Slow, yet firm movements. 

I am so aroused that I let out a grunt of desire. 
You stop moving, withdraw your fingers from inside yourself and smile provocatively. 

You have realised what I am doing and how stimulated I am by watching you. 

You bring your fingers to your mouth, lick and suck them until they are very wet. Then you let them penetrate you again in a deep movement. 
You moan. And you increase the pace. 

I cannot resist and increase the speed and intensity of my movements too. 
I can no longer worry about the driver beside me or the chaotic traffic. 

I only want you. 
I want to keep watching you experience pleasure. 
I want to experience pleasure with you. 

You lie on the table, bend your legs with your feet braced, and your moans turn into cries. 
You begin arching your back. And I know you are almost there. 

My penis throbs, ready to release all its exaltation. 

You cry out wildly, arch your back, throw your head back.
And you climax in a moment filled with lust and sexual beauty. 

I watch you have an intense orgasm and I cannot hold on any longer either. 
I only have time to take a tissue from the glove compartment and catch the warm liquid that spurts from my member. 

I lean my head back against the seat, close my eyes and moan with satisfaction. 
What madness! 
What a woman! 

The sound of a horn behind me jolts me out of my ecstasy. 

I open my eyes and see that traffic has begun to flow. I put on my hazard lights and apologise to the drivers beginning to move around my car. 

I remember my phone, but when I look, you have already ended the call. 

I have a message from you.  
"I'm waiting for you." 

I finish cleaning myself up and head home as quickly as I can. 
I long for you, for your body and for your pleasure. 

I arrive and park in the garage, take a deep breath and remember what happened. 
You are mad, and you drive me mad. 

A gentle tap on the window brings me back to the present. 

I look through the window and see you in a red apron, black lace knickers, and a naughty smile. 
I get out of the car and kiss you with desire. 
You smile at me. 

"Dinner is ready." 

And you walk towards the house.
I watch your appetising buttocks speckled with chocolate. 

Dinner is ready.
And I can hardly wait to savour it. 


Written by Helena Nunes.
 

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