Hey EVERYBODY! Naughty love letters from Cheffie

[Chef_Troy]

I figure the best mash note I can offer you, struuter, is to continue the excellent story you’ve begun.

*Originally posted by struuter *
**I was so wet.

Caught in an afternoon shower, my umbrella safe and dry in my car, I hurried into the hotel and slipped on an empty elevator. Or so I thought.
“I like that dress.”
I froze, my dress heavy and clinging to my damp skin; my eyes darting to the dark corner where you stood. You. Damn. I had always wanted out first meeting alone to be perfect. Wanted to be fresh and appealing. And dry.
I shuddered, not from the chill but the tone of your voice. It was like a blanket. Warm.
“It looks much better when it’s…dry.”
You stepped forward slowly, “Ah. I thought you were going to say something else.”
You leaned past me, brushing my arm, sending a new string of shivers through me.
“What can I get you?”
“Pardon?” I gulped.
“What floor?” You hand poised at the floor buttons, “You really ought to get out of that dress.”
“Four, I think. Thank you. I’ve probably already caught a cold.” I couldn’t move, the sudden fear that if I did I would instinctively reach for you. But with a single, swift movement, you pressed a floor button and stepped behind me. The doors closed and the lurch of the elevator threw me off balance and back. I felt the wall of your chest, the splay of your hands on my ribcage steadying me.
I closed my eyes. Just this one moment of contact. Thank you God.
But you didn’t let go. I felt your broad, firm hands move over me, settling on my waist.
“Nice.”
It was a hot, slick sound in my ear; your breath rushing over my skin. I couldn’t help it. My back arched against the heat of your body. So close.
Your hands moved again over me, pulling me back against you; I dropped my arms to my sides, tentatively extending my fingers until I felt them curl over your thighs.
One strong arm wrapped protectively around my waist, your other hand spread over the column of my throat. I felt the burn of your breath on my neck, the flick of your tongue.
I could hardly breath, so afraid any action might make you stop.
“I’m getting you all wet…” I whispered.
“Mmmmm…”**

“Maybe I can return the favor.”

I delighted in the way your drenched clothing clung to your body, and the way your body clung to mine. You shivered as a droplet of rainwater wended its way down the side of your neck; I caught it with my tongue and savored the taste.

I could sense that you wanted to turn around but I didn’t want you to yet. Sending a silent prayer of thanks to the elevator gods for putting the world’s slowest elevator in this hotel, I nibbled on your ear and whispered, “This hotel was an excellent choice for our first meeting, dear. There’s never anyone in the hallways.” And then you felt my blunt fingers toying with your zipper as I at last released you to turn around. Without any hesitation, you leaned back…and hit the emergency stop button on the elevator.

The elevator gods were with me again… the alarm was evidently broken. Holding your gaze with my own, I said, “I’m really worried about that dress. I don’t think you should wait until we’re in your room - you should take it off now.” Your eyes widened and you gasped… but you didn’t say no. My fingers took their cue and slowly dragged your zipper down, the sodden fabric peeling away from your smooth skin to drop to the worn carpet of the elevator with a plop. My smile grew as I realized the dress had been your only garment. I helped you to step out of the wet mass of cotton and our lips met at last as your arms snaked around my neck and I buried my hands in the heavy damp silk of your hair. You hooked one heel around the back of my leg and stroked up and down while we kissed. and then it happened.

The elevator lurched into motion again. As we arrived at the fourth floor and the doors opened, I reflected that even at this deserted hotel, people would accumulate in the halls if the elevator was stuck long enough. Fortunately, my coat covered you in a warm embrace that reminded you of me, and they didn’t see a thing.

“Where are we going?” I asked.
You blushed and said, “We’re going all the way, Cheffie.”
“No, I mean what room number? We haven’t… met yet.”

[magdalene]

whoohoo! I’m next!

[nashiitashii]

Thank you Cheffie.

[struuter]

Oh Cheffie! It’s nearly blizzarding here in Nebraska today–didn’t think anything could warm me up. Mmmmmm…thank you. That was so nice.
You’re the best.