The Chef
Characters: Alina and Victor
A new day, a new chance for Alina to spy on Victor, the cook in the house. Her parents divorced when she was 5 years old, and since then, she has settled on spending her holidays with her father and his new family. Although she had made friends, since Victor had appeared in the house, she preferred to watch him secretly.
The age difference between them was five years, she being nineteen and Victor twenty-four. She had never received advances from him, but every time they crossed paths, she addressed him with respect. She did the same thing, but when she got the chance, she would analyze the body she was salivating over. Until now, no one had noticed, and it had to stay that way.
Alina went down to the kitchen to get some fruit, but to her disappointment, there was no one there, so she left the room. Anyway, the fruit was just a pretext to see him. But she didn’t have to think twice because the front door opened and Victor had already appeared.
”Good morning, miss”, he had said, entering the kitchen with the nets loaded.
”Good morning”, she had answered, already lost, following him.
”What do you want for breakfast?”
”Hmm... some pancakes wouldn’t hurt.”
”Right away.”
Alina had chosen to prepare the pancakes to keep her company in the kitchen, without making too much of a fuss.
”Good morning”, her father had said to her.
”Good morning, sir”, Victor had greeted him respectfully, and Alina took him in her arms.
”Did you tell her?” her father had asked, turning his gaze to Victor.
”I’ll follow. Tomorrow is my last day in this house.”
”Ooo...don’t you like it here anymore?” she had asked while trying to keep a neutral face.
”No, miss, you are a wonderful family. I am glad I met you, and we will keep in touch. But I found a place where I want to open my own restaurant.”
”Well, I wish you success”, she added, taking him in her arms.
She spent the rest of the day in her room, very sad that Victor would leave. Realizing that this was the last day, she wanted all the things she had been worried about and imagined to happen, so we are waiting for you to fall asleep in the house.
She hurried down the stairs and headed towards his room. She wanted to knock on the door, but it was open, and from inside she could hear moans. She could not resist the temptation and opened the door a little more to have her head. Victor was lying on the bed and masturbating. Alina bit her lower lip, the image in front of her exciting her terribly. She had heard a creaking door, so scared that someone would catch her, she had run back into the room. She had run her hand through her hair, relieved that she had not met anyone. She had hardly managed to fall asleep because the only image in her head was what had happened earlier.
Around three o’clock, Alina had gotten hungry, so she had gone down to the kitchen, determined to make some French fries. When she had entered, she had caught sight of Victor, who was leaning against the counter with a glass of water in his hand.
”Hello”, he had said, putting down his glass.
”Hello”, she had replied.
”Would you like me to prepare something for you?”
”No, that’s ok. I’ll just have an apple”, she said, leaning against the counter in front of him.
”Did you have a bad dream?”
”No, I can even say that I had a nice dream”, she said, recalling the dream in which Victor was the protagonist.
”And somehow the dream had something to do with what you saw when you were spying on me?”
Upon hearing these words, Alina had choked on a piece of apple and taken his glass of water. The distance between them was very small, and after she put down the glass, Victor had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, her breasts pressing against his chest.
”I didn’t mean to... disturb”, she said, lowering her gaze, aware that if she looked him straight in the eye, she wouldn’t be able to say anything.
He had lifted her head, and without thinking twice, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was a quick but passionate one. Victor lifted her ass up on the counter, and she, fearful at first, made more room for him between her legs.
He let his pants down and lifted her skirt slightly up, smiling appreciatively at the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear. He took a condom out of his pocket and, after putting it on, he penetrated her in one motion, both of them stiffening with pleasure. He had started moving inside her, and as her moans intensified, he increased the pace. When he realized she was almost screaming he covered her mouth, and shortly after they had both finished.
He had helped her get off, and he had put his pants back on.
”Come on”, he had said, taking her hand and heading towards his room.
Adelina had expected Victor to devour her as soon as he entered the room, but he had motioned for her to sit on the bed, and he had entered the bathroom.
”Do you prefer a bath or a shower?”
”Shower.”
Saying this, he had pulled his hood over his head and entered the shower under his watchful gaze. With his gaze on her body, he removed his pants and joined her. He went straight to his knees and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder. He had begun the onslaught of kisses on her femininity, and he could feel her softening more and more.
”Oh God, Victor”, she had moaned, grabbing her hair with one hand, making him penetrate her with his tongue.
This had been the limit of her powers, exploding into a thousand pieces. He had gotten up and captured her lips; this time, the kiss was slow.
After she had regained some strength, Alina pinned him against the wall and leaned down. She had wrapped her hand around his penis and began to rub it gently, maintaining eye contact. Even when he had started giving her oral sex, she did not break eye contact, and that seemed to excite him even more. It had not been long, and he had felt a warm liquid in her mouth, which he savored until the last drop.
Victor had taken her hand and lifted her up, caressing her face with one hand.
”Promise me that we will see each other again”, she said, pressing her forehead to his.
”Every day, believe me.”
