In the morning Gilbert took me to the spice shop on Welton around the corner from his restaurant. Across the street a building was being demolished or constructed. We watched a workman heave a pouch of tools or something up to the third floor before we went in. Gilbert got what he needed and he was in the checkout line when he remembered he’d forgotten to get a couple of kinds of lettuce. “I’ll get them, I offered.” “Thanks, baby,” Gilbert said, and he did that thing with his eyes and mouth that makes me wet.

There was a line at the lettuce counter, and when it was my turn, a guy in a suit tried to butt in, but I told the clerk, a short Asian woman, I was next, and she said, “What do you want?” I told her the two kinds of lettuce Gilbert needed. She handed off my order to a tall American guy in a tee shirt and scraggy black hair and just the right stubble. “How much do you need?” the guy asked, and I wasn’t sure. “Maybe half a pound?” I guessed. “That’s a lot, a real lot,” said the guy’s shrug. “Maybe half that or less,” I revised. He filled two cellophane baggies with the lettuce. “Five eighteen for the yellow; six eleven for the green,” he said, “making eighteen eleven all told.” “That can’t be right,” I said. “Oh, right, sorry,” he said, “Sixteen fifteen.” I was doubtful but I didn’t want to make a fuss.

Gilbert was waiting outside. “Get it?” he said. I handed him the baggies. “Is the expression ‘all told’ or ‘all tolled’?” I asked him. “Huh?” Gilbert said. We laughed together. He inspected the lettuce. It was actually leaves from trees or bushes and not lettuce at all. For a moment I worried I might have made a mistake. “Great,” Gilbert said, “Perfect,” and he cupped my ass while he kissed me and I came in his mouth. “God, I can’t wait to get home to fuck you,” he said in his husky whisper. I was ready to come again. More than ready. I started coming just thinking about it.

Gilbert led me into the restaurant. It wouldn’t open for hours yet, so we were the only ones there. He undressed me while kissing me and set me on one of the little tables. The tables were just the right height so I could lean my head over the edge and suck him or he could stand between my legs and fuck me, but this time he stood at the edge and had me tease his cock with my toes.

I ran my toes up and down the shaft of his cock and he got bigger and bigger. Pretty soon he was almost too big. I whimpered for him to put it in. He pulled me to the edge. I spread my legs as wide as I could. I was so wet but he was so big that it took him a long time to get all the way in. I came several times during the process and that didn’t help. At last he was fully in my cunt. It is the best feeling in the world. He massaged my tummy and my mound, and I had one last monumental come. He waited for me to finish before he flooded me, but there wasn’t room in me, and most of the stuff splurched out. The table was like a lake of cum. Cum soup! I cleaned it up as best I could with my panties while Gilbert went to the kitchen to start cooking.