Chapter 31

When John crawled from bed, it was almost lunchtime. After another shower, he pulled on slacks and a sport shirt, and went downstairs. The house seemed deserted with his wife and Caroline gone, and Tony had left with them as their driver. He wandered into the kitchen to see if he could make a sandwich. He found the large room empty and began to root around in the Sub-Zero refrigerator when Phoebe came in from the pantry.

John watched the cook approach with interest. The buxom brunette did not appear to be wearing much more than an apron and high heels, and she had a pronounced wiggle and jiggle to her walk. This was just fine with John, since he appreciated a woman who wiggled and jiggled, like his wife. Phoebe looked at him curiously and he explained his presence. “Hi. I was just going to make a sandwich for lunch.”

Phoebe smiled at the guest. “Sure thing, no problem. I was just tidying up the pantry. What can I get for you?”

“No, no, that’s all right, I can take care of it.”

“No, really, let me,” she insisted. “I was just about to make something myself. What would you like?” Phoebe opened the refrigerator and peered inside. “Cold cuts?”

John shrugged and acquiesced. “Fine by me.”

“Ham and cheese on rye alright?” asked the cook. John gave an easy nod, and she pulled the fixings from the refrigerator. John kept watching the girl as she moved. She was showing a considerable quantity of skin, though her tits and pussy were still hidden from view, although the crack of her ass showed through where the apron tied in the back. Phoebe caught him watching and turned to face him. “Get undressed,” she said.

John stared at her. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, get undressed! You’re seeing just about everything I have to offer but you’ve still got your clothes on. Come on, get undressed and I’ll serve you lunch, and dessert, too.”

John laughed and pulled his sport shirt out of his waistband, then pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the kitchen table. As Phoebe watched him with interest out of the corner of her eye, he skinned off his slacks and set them on top of his shirt. He leaned against the counter, his cock hanging large and thick between his thighs, slowly filling with blood as he watched Phoebe make the sandwiches. When his erection was firm and pointed at her, he reached out and pulled the tie holding her apron around her waist loose. It fell away from her lush body to hang from the straps around her neck.

Phoebe pulled the apron off and tossed it onto the counter, then picked up two plates and turned towards him. Her nipples were stiff and perkily pointing upwards. She set the plates on the table and pulled an armless kitchen chair out from the table. “Sit down,” she ordered, and John sat down. He moved to face the table again, but Phoebe stopped him. Coming around to his front, she straddled the chair and sat down in his lap. John’s cock stood straight up between them. “You won’t get a meal like this anywhere but here,” she announced. Smiling, she scooted forward on John’s lap and raised up, reaching between them to grasp her fellow diner’s dick and aim it at her shaved cunt. She placed his oversized cockhead at the entrance to her pussy and sat down on it.

John’s eyes closed briefly as Phoebe’s tight little cunt swallowed him, luxuriating in the feelings rushing through his groin. He let out a small groan, then opened his eyes again. Phoebe had stopped moving once she had hit bottom, and she was simply resting with his cock up her pussy. She twisted slightly and handed him a sandwich. “The really neat part is that we don’t need any napkins this way. You simply let the other person lick up any crumbs,” she said gleefully.

John took a couple of bites from his sandwich, and a few crumbs of rye fell to her left breast. Properly instructed, he set his sandwich aside and lowered his face while lifting the large tit to his mouth. He licked the crumbs up, adding a few extra licks for good measure, and Phoebe sighed contentedly. By the time both had finished their sandwiches, Phoebe felt hot and flushed, and was squirming uncontrollably. She began bouncing on the meat trapped in her sopping wet cunt, crying out in her excitement, and John placed his hands on her hips to guide her movements. The little cook was cumming endlessly by the time John lost all control and began spraying his cum upwards into her.