Romantic Naked Apron-Brave Street Hustle
By: Greg Prince
Tags: Romance, Fiction, Short Story, Women, Erotica

Pleasing without expectations is sexy.

Romantic Naked Apron-Brave Street Hustle

Hot cooking on a sultry night.

Prelude from Coaxing Romance:

Butterflies fluttered in my chest and gut. As I parked my car apprehension gripped a knot filling my throat. “How well did I know this man? What was I thinking? One phone call and a feel up in traffic and now I’m ready to go to his place? What if he’s some kind of creep or psycho?” The phone interrupted my fears. It was as if Brad read my mind, “Hi, Rina I see you parked. Seems like you’ve been there for a minute. You okay? We can meet at a restaurant if you’d be more comfortable?” The sincerity in his voice calmed me down. “I’ve made linguini with white sauce sprinkled with olive oil and parmesan to go with lightly breaded chicken breast accented with minced garlic.” My mouth watered as Brad continued saying, “The salad and asparagus complement the main course well and a bottle of chardonnay or beer if you’d like, will make a fine dinner. I have a surprise for dessert.” I felt drunk with the talents Brad possessed. His enticing words made my mind up, the night would be delicious. “Be right in handsome, just finishing up,” I said. Courage and excitement filled me for the night ahead.

His door floated ajar, dim light filled the room. Scented candles flickering in romantic shades transported me to romantic movie scenes.

The typically spartan mid-twenties male decor accented with sport’s team pillows gave me the notion no woman exercised any influence in Brad’s apartment. But, the mood was inviting.

I noticed his futon couch-bed and two desks, each with a computer. Papers and pens along with 4 monitors appeared highly arranged and organized. Maybe Brad did IT work, the idea captivated my attention and imagination.

I wanted to learn how to code and change my vocation.

He wore a red apron. The words ‘Main Dish’ scribbled in a white crazy zig across the apron’s midsection. I found him setting his round dining table. Two placemats lay across from each other and basic wooden fold-up chairs waited for us.

He stood only an inch or two taller than me. Some men are intimidated by a woman almost 6 feet tall and in excellent physical shape but Brad didn’t seem to fit such an insecure profile.

The scene blew me away.

Brad said, “Hello” walked over, hugged me, then checked me out and whispered, “Wow,” before continuing.

“Your outfit is a huge change from the one I see you in on the street asking for change.”

My blush shined, “I reveal myself in many ways. You have hidden qualities yourself.”

The moment snapped electric. He leaned in and kissed me hard then moved to my neck. Wild sparks flew as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Brad began to fall back but thankfully regained his balance.

His evident strength showed as he pivoted to the futon and lay on top of me. Pecking at my neck while whispering gentle kisses, he moved over my breasts and sucked at my nipples through my blouse.

At my navel, he paused and teased with his tongue while caressing every inch of my torso but showed restraint in not attempting to remove my jeans.

I, however, wanted him.

He licked at the section below my belly button and I pulled my jeans down without unbuttoning them. Yanking my pants down also slid my lace thong panties off.

Taking my baring as an invitation Brad kissed his way to my box. Without spending much there his lips worked their way back to my eager mouth.

I used my feet and legs to pull off his sweat pants while we made-out like teenagers rebelling against strict parents.

His slightly curved, dense girth throbbed in my hand as I guided him deep inside me. And, the head of his swollen, piercing rod caused me to gasp. His slow-motion thrusts arched my back while he enjoyed all of my warmth and tight grip around his penis.

I thought he may cum right away because Brad uttered a soft ‘Ohh’ upon entering me but instead he changed his rhythm. He arched his back and began an orgasm in me by pumping and grinding like a beast. His fast pace felt furious and delicious.

My voice trembled and I yelled, “Yes, yes fuck me, Brad, fuck me, hard baby!”

His animal strength growled in me as he began to circulate his hips in wild thrusts. I sensed he may fill me soon because he sped his thumping. But, he suddenly stopped and slid down my body burying his mouth into my vagina.

Brad’s tongue and lips played with my love button like he’d known my needs forever. The darts of his pink taste buds in my shaved minge made me squirm and cream more than once.

He lifted his head to see me exhausted and taking heavy breaths. I saw him smile like a man satisfied in completing a project.

I giggled and said, “Nice job young man.”

Brad climbed from between my legs and stood in front of me. His fat, wide, hard-on bobbed up and down and said, “Dinner should be ready. I’ll go check on the chicken and…”

“Who is this dude!?” ran through my mind while he spoke.

I sat up and before he spoke another word I grabbed his packed boom-rod in both hands. He didn’t resist. Swallowing him close to his balls caused me to gag a little but I coated his member in saliva and began sucking. Fumbling with his testicles made him groan in ecstasy.

Moving my lips over the head of his cock and concentrating a tight vigorous suction around his engorged dome excited him even more. My hands became machines on his length, moving back and forth in a rapid vice-like grip. Less than a minute passed and he exploded, spurting his nut down my throat.

His “Oh yes!” and fierce panting highlighted my efforts. He continued to ejaculate for a minute and I swallowed every drop. Cleaning him up well gave me great pleasure.

Brad bent over and kissed my cheek then walked to the kitchen. Somehow he managed to keep his “Main Dish” apron on. Watching his snug ass tensing in each step I reflected on how long it had been since I felt such crazy sexual energy or if the feeling ever hit me so good.

The next moment I smelled the wonderful aroma of chicken fresh from the oven. The bird, cooked in garlic and other enticing spices rocketed my hunger. My appetite to devour Brad’s cooking ran red hot.

We drank beer, I’m not a wine person, and enjoyed a scrumptious dinner. Dessert consisted of slices of dark chocolate cake and ice cream. Brad more than filled and surpassed my expectations.

“I planned to coat your body with chocolate syrup and whipped cream then lick it off,” Brad said.

The idea sounded fantastic but setting boundaries and being cautious seemed the best route.

“How bout’ we cuddle and relax on the futon after dessert,” I offered.

We fell asleep on the pulled-out futon bed. I awoke about 5 am, shimmied into my clothes and let myself out. I nearly forgot to switch my blouse for my oversized t-shirt before I walked back into my house. Mom and my boys slept so no one noticed me walking in.

A smile filled me inside and covered me head to toe.