Cooking Naked
Adelaye Hearst
Copyright 2012 by Adelaye Hearst
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ISBN 978-1-4660-3234-7
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Other Works by this Author:
The Nosy Neighbor
The Miracle-Extended Edition
Duck-N-Cover
An Arrangement
Cooking Naked
“We have a special treat to give away today. We have been running a contest on the station’s website for a special Amy Randolph Valentine’s Day cooking class. Today we will be calling the winner on the air. I’ll type in the numbers, but you the audience will hear the dial tone and the persons’ voice when they answer. This should be a fun surprise, especially if the winner is not in our listening audience today. Remember the winner will receive tickets to a special couples only class.” The dial tone came on the air. “And the winner of the FUN 101 Valentines’ Day give away is…? Hello you’re on the air with FUN 101. Congratulations, you are the winner of the Amy Randolph Valentine’s Day cooking class. May I ask your name?” The announcer’s perky voice intoned.
Everyone in the listening audience could hear the heavy breathing coming through the microphone. “Ja-Ja-James,” the caller said. “Well James you have received two tickets to Amy Randolph’s cooking class on Valentine’s Day. Will you tell us who your date will be or is that a secret?” A pregnant pause followed the question. “James can you still hear me?” the announcer continued.
“N-N-N-No, I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise,” He said. “In that case please stay on the line, I’ll start the next song and I’ll give you instructions on getting your tickets. Thank you everyone for entering the FUN 101 Valentine’s Day contest. Check back tomorrow for an equally great prize. The next song will be ‘Someone Like You’ by Adele.”
“I’m glad you remained on the line James. To pick up your tickets, you need to come down to the station. The receptionist will have all the details. All you will need to do is prove you are over 21 years old,” the announcer the rattled off directions to the station. “TH-th-th-thank you,” said James as he hung up the phone.
James didn’t know what possessed him to submit a chance for the FUN 101 Valentine’s contest. Maybe it was the chance to see sexy Amy Randolph in person. He worked from home because he could do his job on the computer. He was able to email all the people who mattered. Once a week he would go into the office to report to his superiors, but for the most part they left him alone. He had learned long ago that his speech impediment caused others to get frustrated with his halting discourse. Over the years he learned that talking was overrated.
Now he would have to find a date to go to this cooking class. Not only that, when he read through the pre-class instructions, it said for both of the participants to bring a swim suit. He still couldn’t figure out why they would need a swim suit for a cooking class. It probably had something to do with the age requirement, and the fact that it was Valentine’s Day. He had wanted to ask his neighbor out for over a year. She always seemed so nice and she didn’t get frustrated when he stuttered. They had talked several times about her two pet dogs and mowing the lawn. She was sexy and friendly. He should go over and ask her right now, on second thought he decided to send her an email. This way his stuttering wouldn’t turn her off before the date even started.
On most days the stutter was manageable. If he kept his conversations short, used practiced sentences and thought about what he was going to say then the stutter was not noticeable. However, if he was caught in an unplanned conversation then the stutter emerged victorious. It was also worse around people he looked up to and admired. Pretty girls also had the same effect. He could barely get his mouth to form one word let alone a whole sentence. Emailing allowed him to write an entire conversation down. His language skills were the same as the next person when he emailed. In fact his bond with his computer was an asset. He could type as fast as most people could talk. Secondly, years of using his fingers to communicate had left him with impeccable email manners and vocabulary. He sent the email off immediately.
He only had to wait six hours for her reply. “Yes, I would love to go. I’m not doing anything for Valentine’s Day yet. Besides I’ve always wanted to meet someone as famous as Amy Randolph.” She continued, “Your right it does bother me that I have to bring a swim suit to a cooking class, but I’ll risk it just to meet Amy. Thank you for the invite.” Her email ended with a smile face emoticon.
James was happy he had a date for the cooking class. His only regret was that Denise next door didn’t view the cooking class as a date. She thought she was doing a favor for a friend. He read into the word, yet, that if something or someone better had come along she would have said no. Yes, she was excited to meet Amy Randolph, but that was the only reason for her acceptance of the date. He sincerely hoped that Denise wouldn’t get a better offer for Valentine’s Day in the next two weeks or he would be looking for another date on short notice.
James spent the next two weeks doing sit-ups three times a day. He wanted to tone his stomach muscles before Denise would see him in his swim trunks. It was bad enough that he had to wear the trunks, but years of being a computer geek had left his midsection a little flabby. Thanks to his DNA the flab around his middle was manageable. He ate his vegetables, and enjoyed cooking shows like Amy Randolph’s because it made him eat healthier. It was only lack of exercise due to his sedentary lifestyle that had caused the growing belly.
It was the longest two weeks. Time seemed to stand still the closer Valentine’s Day came. The day of the cooking class, James went out and got a haircut. He even purchased new swim trunks, at an excessive price because they were out of season. Then he sat in his living room and waited for four hours until he could walk over to Denise’s house and take her on the date. Twenty minutes before he was to leave James got a phone call from Denise. “James, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be able to make it. I have the flu and I’ve been sick all afternoon.” She said over the line. “Th-th-th-that’s O.K. I-I-I underst-st-stand.” He said as he hung up.
It was too late to cancel on the cooking class. The instructions from the radio station said that there was an eight hour window where cancellation was allowed. Since Denise had waited to the last minute to call, he couldn’t cancel now. Besides how bad could a cooking class be alone? He was disappointed and wanted to have fun, even if he suspected Denise’s illness was faked. Ten minutes after her call the limo provided by the radio station appeared at the door, the driver didn’t seem upset that he only had one person to transport.
The limo ride took forty-five minutes. James had a little nap in the back seat while the driver expertly maneuvered through traffic. When they arrived, James was awed by the size of the home. Amy Randolph had asked that this class be held at her home rather than at the studio where she made her television shows. It was rare for a famous television star to invite un-famous people to their homes. He imagined Denise kicking herself tomorrow when he sent her an email describing the inside of Amy Randolph’s home. Upon exiting the car he navigated the front walk that led up a terraced incline to her front door. Amy answered the door wearing nothing but a 1950’s style cooking apron. His mouth dropped open in shock. Of all the things he was expecting about tonight, he wasn’t expecting to see a nearly naked Amy. She peeked her head around the door frame and said, “Where’s your date?” Amy asked, “S-S-S-S-Sick,” he stuttered out. “Well come on in anyway, it looks like it’s just going to be me and you tonight,” She said.
Amy’s house was tastefully decorated. She led James through the entry way into a large open room that contained several sofas and comfortable chairs at one end and a overly large kitchen at the far end. The kitchen had an island with bar stools where she directed James to sit. The whole room was enclosed on three sides by large glass windows. Unlike regular sliding glass patio doors the ones in this house folded accordion style leaving the opening out to the pool and patio seamless and unobstructed by pillars or glass. All the doors were closed because the weather outside was quite chilly. He also noticed that there were many old growth trees and tall shrubbery and bushes that blocked any people outside of the property from viewing the house.
After he was settled on a stool Amy went on to explain that of the three couples who had been signed on for this class, he was the only one who showed up. The first couple cancelled because they had a falling out and were no longer a couple. The second couple was at the hospital having a baby. Apparently the husband had booked the class as a last Valentine’s Day before the baby event. Only to learn he was going to be a father on Valentine’s Day instead. While the baby was a two weeks early, the father had assured her that he was healthy. “It looks like it’s only going to be us tonight,” she said.
The loose fitting top of the apron did nothing to hide the swell of her breasts. Every time she turned to the side James was seeing her entire breast, except for the nipple. His pants started to show his reaction to her body. He had fought valiantly to try and keep his growing erection a secret form his famous hostess. He thought back to their initial walk through of the house, how when he was following her, the apron kept parting in the back showing glimpses of two firm, round buttocks. The tent in his pants increased at these thoughts. She continued to talk about the class and he listened intently, or so she thought.
He was lifted out of his thoughts by a pan being placed onto the counter in front of him. Amy did not know that he had been distracted by her body. She continued to talk, “I originally wanted to call this class, ‘Valentine’s Fondue You’, but my agent said that sounded too suggestive. The reason you were asked to bring swim trunks is that I had originally planned that the couples would eat the fondue we created off of each other as a special Valentine’s treat. Since the other couples were unable to come and your date cancelled at the last minute you don’t have to change into your swim trunks. On the other hand if you do, we can eat fondue off of each other, as you can see I’m already dressed for the occasion.” James didn’t need any other encouragement. He promptly went to the bathroom she had pointed out earlier and changed into his swim trunks. He was happy in the knowledge that he had purchased a new pair for this occasion.
When he came out of the bathroom dressed in his swim trunks, Amy took a long lingering look at his physique. Understanding his shyness, she came and took his hand and led him around the back of the island into the cooking area. “We will be creating three types of fondue tonight. The recipes we will be creating tonight will feature chocolate, beer and butterscotch. That is why you had to be over 21 years old.” As she talked she was arranging items on the counter in the order they needed to be used. She placed a plastic dish with a fitted grater in front of James. “The first thing we need to do for the chocolate recipe is to grate enough chocolate. I like to use Cadbury Dairy Milk Bars because they have a sweet taste and are creamy.” As she was talking she broke off a piece of chocolate and placed it in his mouth. He was surprised by the gesture because it was very intimate to be eating out of her hands. “To make about 6 cups of fondue we will need to grate 9 bars. I know this seems like a lot of chocolate, but it will be worth it in the end. Together we can do the work in no time.” She cheerfully added. Already her friendly attitude was catching. As they worked side by side their elbows and hips continually nudged each other. The closeness was causing delicious waves of desire to flood through James.
After the chocolate was grated, Amy turned on the stove. “Our next step is to heat the ingredients, since chocolate can burn very easy we need to use a double boiler to heat it on the stove.” Together they placed the grated chocolate and heavy cream into the pan and melted it. After several minutes the chocolate melted enough to add the other ingredients. Amy had James place the pre-prepared cappuccino, vanilla, sugar and hot water into the pan as she gently continued to stir. As she stirred the fondue, James’ eyes kept wandering to the swell of her breasts above the apron. Every movement of her arm caused the fabric to gape and show more cleavage. Amy ignored his growing erection, choosing instead to focus on the task of cooking.
When the mixture was the desired consistency, Amy transferred the chocolate fondue to a fountain. Out of the refrigerator she pulled a tray of fruit. Using some tooth picks, she speared several fruit pieces and dipped one into the chocolate. Knowing what was next, James’ mouth began to water. He smelled the chocolate, but underneath he could smell the scent of Amy as she fed him the strawberry. His groin tightened even more at her touch. “Let’s continue to make the other recipes, when we finish we will be able to enjoy them more. The next recipe will be a basic cheese fondue recipe that features beer.”
She placed 4 blocks of lightly smoked cheddar cheese on the counter. “We’ll have to grate again. This recipe calls for six cups of grated cheese,” she said. Again, the grating caused their bodies to brush together. James found it hard to concentrate on anything, but the nearness of her body as it rubbed his with each movement. It was amazing that he was able to catch himself before he grated his fingers. When the cheese was grated she got out a clove of garlic from the refrigerator, “This recipe calls for one clove of fresh garlic to be crushed and chopped,” she said. Placing the clove on a cutting board she trimmed the ends and peeled the skin back, leaving the white oblong center. Using the flat side of her knife she placed it over the clove and quickly pressed down. The clove crushed, leaving some large and small pieces on the board. She then used the knife to chop the piece into even sizes. The next thing she did was place all of the cheese into a large zipper plastic bag. She then sprinkled about three table tablespoons of corn starch into the bag. She said, “Now we shake it like this.” She proceeded to shake the bag causing her breasts to bob up and down. The apron kept parting at the back when her shoulders moved in a forward motion. James was getting delicious glimpses of her breasts and tush as she continued to shake. His lagging erection bounced back to life. When she was finished she set the bag of cheese on the counter and placed a sauce pan on the stove. She then instructed James to put all the wet ingredients into the pan. “Measure out one cup of milk and one cup of beer and place it in the pan with about one tablespoon of Worcestershire sauce,” she instructed. “You stir the pot until it almost comes to a boil.” Now it was Amy’s turn to watch James. As he stirred she walked around the kitchen puttering and getting items ready for the next recipe. She continued to appraise his body as he was focused on the task of stirring. She liked that his back and chest were nearly hairless. She imagined sucking on his male nipples and even spreading some of the chocolate fondue on them and licking it off. Before long James indicated the pot had reached the desired temperature.
“Next we add all the other ingredients except the cheese. Then we will bring it back up to temperature and then finally add the cheese,” she instructed. Into the pot James added the garlic and powdered dry mustard. When the pot quickly heated, he then gradually added the cheese while continually stirring. Amy had an uninterrupted view of his gorgeous ass the whole time. James was so focused on his task he didn’t notice how strongly focused her stare became. “When all the cheese finally melts we will put it into a fondue pot and start the final recipe.” Amy was starting to sound a little breathless.
The final recipe required almost no preparation besides putting items into a sauce pan. Amy told James to place the corn syrup, heavy cream, butter and brown sugar into the pan. She then told him to stir until the ingredients were well mixed and had begun to boil. She resumed her perusal of his body. She noted how nice his legs seemed to taper to his ankles. He had not put his shoes back on after removing his pants. She imagined dribbling the butterscotch fondue on his upper thighs and his balls. She couldn’t see them and the picture her mind had created needed to be assuaged. Before long James turned to her and indicated the mixture had come to a boil. She removed it from the heat and allowed it to cool a little before adding the vanilla.
Amy didn’t give James any time to contemplate her motives. She purposefully arranged all the fondue pots on one end of the island so that the other end was completely bare. Taking James hand Amy led him to the far side of the island where it was empty and without preamble pulled his trunks down. James was surprised, but secretly had been hoping such an occurrence would happen all night. “Hop up on the counter so I can reach all the parts I’ve been staring at all night,” she said with a lascivious grin. James’ erection was coming back to life. Just hearing that she had been staring at him as well, caused blood to flow to his member. Noticing the growing erection Amy leaned down and suckled it in her mouth. She treated it as if it were a fine piece of candy, licking it until a cry broke from James’ throat. Knowing that he wouldn’t last long Amy went to the far side of the island and dipped a teaspoon into the butterscotch fondue. When she came back she drizzled it on the objects of her desire just as her imagination had conjured. The sticky concoction needed extra suckling to remove. By the time she was able to lick it all off James was in a state of panic. He quickly hopped off the counter, grabbed Amy and placed her on one of the bar stools. He lifted the apron and slid his penis into her warm, wet channel. The angle was not quite right, but James couldn’t help himself. After three quick thrusts he exploded inside her.
Immediately he was chagrinned. He knew she didn’t have an orgasm. “S-s-sorry, c-c-c-couldn’t help m-m-myself,” he apologized. Amy, sensing his distress, said, “We have all night, I’m sure you will make it up to me.” When James realized what Amy had said his heart fluttered in his chest. Amy seemed like the perfect girl for him. The entire night she never once commented on the lack of verbal conversation she was content to do all the talking for both of them. Amy hopped off the stool. She used a kitchen towel that was handy to clean them both off, and said, “Stay here. I’ll get us something to make us more comfortable.” She returned in a few minutes with a king size quilt clutched to her chest. She proceeded to spread the quilt on the floor between the kitchen and the living room. James also noticed that she had removed her cooking apron while she was gone. She stood before him completely naked and gloriously beautiful.
Like a man in a trance he moved towards her. His penis was quickly becoming aroused again. Knowing his body, he knew that he would last much longer this time around. James came to Amy and placed feathery kisses all over her body. He gently nudged her to a reclining position on the quilt on the floor. Returning the pleasure she had just exposed him to, he proceeded to slather her breasts with the chocolate fondue. Using his tongue he licked and suckled her breasts till they were a rosy shade of pink. At the same time he used his fingers to part her opening and find her clitoris. Gently he massaged the exact spot he knew would bring her gasping in pleasure. When he started to feel her inner muscles contract he withdrew his fingers and she actually whimpered. Quickly he replaced his fingers with his tongue. Amy climaxed with a shout. Knowing he had her body just where he wanted it, James brought her to two more orgasms before he finally gave in and slid his straining erection inside her. Being able to feel her vaginal muscles contract as he entered caused him to almost spill his seed early again. He gradually entered drawing out the pleasure. Amy was writhing under him. He forced himself to bring her to another climax before he gave in and let his pleasure spill over him. In the aftermath, James rolled to his side and cradled Amy in his arms. Using his free hand he brought the quilt up around them and they drifted into a light slumber.
James could feel the change in Amy’s body as she slowly came awake. Unlike some of the girls he had been with, she stayed nestled by his side. Her eye lashes fluttered against the skin of his arm where her head rested. Still she remained in his arms. He was loath to let her go, even though he knew he had to go home eventually. The tea lights under the Fondue pots had sputtered out long before they stirred. He knew that when she did move she was going to kick him out of her home and her life. His fragile heart was already breaking.
Amy sat up and used her hands to smooth down her hair that stood at odd angles from their furious lovemaking. James seemed like the perfect guy for her. In all the years she had been a celebrity chef men only wanted to get in her pants as another conquest. James was a gentleman all night. She practically had to jump on him for him to acknowledge their attraction. She heard his stutter, but it didn’t change how she felt about him. She left the warm confines of the quilt and padded to the refrigerator and got out a bottle of red wine. She poured two glasses of wine and then padded back to the blanket and a wary James.
Handing a glass to James she said, “Here’s to the start of a great relationship.” James’ face split into a huge grin.
A note from the author: When I began this short story I wanted to create something special for Valentine’s Day. As Valentine’s Day has drawn ever closer I had a problem getting my muse to cooperate. I hope you enjoyed it.
The recipes mentioned in the story appear below for ease of recreation and so as not to detract from the story itself. Cheers, Adelaye
Milk Chocolate Fondue
32 ounces milk chocolate, grated (Cadbury Dairy Milk)
1/4 cups heavy cream
1 tablespoon Cappuccino
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon white sugar
1/3 (less 1 tablespoon) cup hot water
Directions:
1. In a saucepan over medium heat, melt the chocolate with the heavy cream. Mix in the cappuccino, vanilla extract, sugar, and hot water. Continue to heat, stirring frequently, until the mixture is smooth.
2. Left over fondue can be used to make truffle balls later. Just roll the cooled chocolate mixture into balls and roll in confectioners’ (10X) sugar
Basic Beer and Cheese Fondue
1 cup milk
1 cup beer
2 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
2 teaspoons ground dry mustard
1 clove garlic, peeled and crushed (chopped finely)
3 tablespoons cornstarch
6 cups shredded Cheddar cheese
Directions:
In a medium saucepan over low heat, mix together milk, beer and Worcestershire sauce. Heat until almost boiling. After that, add ground dry mustard and garlic. Heat again. Put the grated cheese into a Ziploc bag with the cornstarch. Shake the bag until the cheese is coated. Gradually stir in Cheddar cheese. Continue heating until all the cheese has melted. Keep the mixture warm and melted in a fondue dish.
Butterscotch Fondue
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/3 cup light corn syrup
1/4 cup heavy whipping cream
2 tablespoons butter or margarine
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
Directions:
In a small saucepan, combine the brown sugar, corn syrup, cream and butter. Bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring occasionally. Reduce heat to medium-low; cook for 5 minutes. Remove from heat; stir in vanilla. Transfer to a fondue pot and keep warm. Serve with fruit.