Confessions of a [M] Private Chef (Pt. 4)

Let’s just jump right in because no one cares about anything except for the details ?. And yes, there’s a recipe at the end with a challenge-ish if you want some extra credit in my cooking class.

So this happened on a trip with Caitlin’s family over a year before we fucked (see confession number 1). She did not come along on this trip. It was just the parents (the principal clients).

My former clients have a house in Aspen and we would go there from time to time to spend a week or so. They’re super active and loved a lot of the restaurants around there. Aspen, of course, is a playground for all things outdoors aside from being a playground for the rich.

To be honest, I’m not fully sure why they wanted me to come on this trip in the first place. I didn’t cook the entire time I was there. I think it was more about “researching” some of their favorite places to get a better understanding of the type of food they liked. This was early on in my time with them and I also think they wanted to “wow” me with perks as an incentive to stay (it happens with these types of clients sometimes). It was working. I was young and impressed when they flew me out solo on a private jet to meet them. They had already been there for a few days. I quickly learned when I began at this position that these clients were über difficult people with whom to work, but hey, I can hold onto any stable position for a year while I’m taking more entrepreneurial risks. That being said, they were an absolute delight to spend time with during this week. It must have been the mountain air. Anyway…I digress.

I kept to myself mostly the entire time. I’m a huge trail runner and spent a lot of my time running around Snow Mass and in the woods nearby. Or I’d bike out to Maroon Bells, take touristy photos, and just explore on my own.

One night (after I “researched” a few restaurants on my clients’ list) I wandered to restaurants and bars just looking to get a feel for the town. I stumbled upon a quirky, underground Mexican restaurant. It was a hole in the wall and I just wanted a mojito. I sat at the bar and didn’t pay attention to the people around because I usually keep to myself. The bartender asked for my ID and saw that we had the same name and birthday and gave me a free drink. The two women sitting next to me overheard this interaction and playfully made fun of us for being nerdy and they wanted free drinks too. The four of us started chatting in this divey, dimly lit bar/restaurant until the inevitable “what do you do?” question came up.

The blond woman said something (??‍♂️) and the brown-haired woman said: “I’m in the _____ business” and handed me her card.

I read and immediately recognized her last name. If I reveal it, this family will be easily Google-able, for her family name is household and distinct.

I look at her and say, “as in the ____ family?” She said, “Yep. ____ is my grandfather.”

I’m not really phased by celebrities. Frankly, I just don’t care enough, but nonetheless, it was pretty cool sitting in a divey bar with this woman and her friend sharing drinks. Let’s just call her Kim and her friend Emma.

Emma had shoulder-length dirty blond hair, maybe 5’6”? and was a slim woman in her early 30’s. She was strong and graceful – like the body and poise of an elite ballerina. The first thing I noticed about her was her posture and the curve of her sexy back. The way it flowed up to her narrow shoulders, a long neck that begged to be nibbled on, and hair that fell naturally, covering her ears. Small and perky tits and what looked like strong and slender legs. She belonged on the cover of a modern-day romance novel.

Kim wasn’t as attractive to me as Emma, but still a bombshell. Her personality was electric and we had great chemistry. She was taller, maybe 5’10? Long brown hair, a curvy but athletic body with beautiful, deep green eyes and sultry lips. Full and natural tits, a slim waist, and a gorgeous ass. I’m normally not an ass man, but damn.

We hung out for a couple of hours at the bar and had a really fun conversation. I had no intentions of trying to make a move on either one of them because there was simply no way THIS woman would ever hook up with a stranger, I thought.

*Industry Pro Tip – be friendly and personable with your bartenders and tip really well the first time (and every time) you visit. If you genuinely enjoy their company, they’ll make your night so much more interesting and fun. Especially with a date or friends. Which is exactly what I did.

We exhausted our patience for a scene that was growing stale and exited the bar in search of more excitement. Going up the stairs to street level I followed Emma and Kim watching as they moved gracefully. It was probably that third mojito but now it wasn’t enough to have either or. I wanted both.

We went to another bar/club that, I have no idea what it was called. All I remember is that it was small, underground, and in an old airplane. There was a pole in the center of our little seating area and we began to dance around it in the dim, blue-lit scene while music blared. I danced with Emma pretty innocently around the pole then Kim and I pretended to have a strip-tease-off; Showgirls style. It started off playful but got a little more risqué move after move. Kim would bend over and back her ass into my crotch and grind. I would pin her arms above her head on the pole and come in close to her face like we were seconds away from a deep kiss.

Emma and Kim went outside to get some air, came back inside and said “we’re getting kind of tired. Let’s go for a walk”

We headed outside and wandered. Clearly, they knew where they were going because we ended back at their place, grabbed a few beers and sat out on the balcony.

Emma commented on how the dance-off got pretty serious and declared Kim the winner.

“What does winning even entail?” I asked.

Making no sense at all, she said something along the lines of giving me a lap dance. How was I not the winner in this again?

Kim got up from her seat and strutted toward me, turned around, placed her hands on my knees and lowered her ass onto my lap while gyrating her hips and looking at Emma as she laughed.

Kim turns around, straddles me, gets in my lap and we start to make out. On the dark balcony, I could barely see them, their faces and bodies lit by faint street lights below. Kim sitting in my lap, straddling m face-to-face and Emma watching casually to the side. She says, “Oh my god Kim! Your boyfriend!”

This didn’t phase her because she began to dry hump me and eventually reaches down, unbuttons my pants, and slides her smooth hand onto the top of my shaft. Wraps her petite fingers underneath my cock and strokes with minimal motion because of our position.

Emma, still watching, seemingly pretends to not be interested and lets out an “Ohhh my – there’s a penis. I’m going to go take a shower”

“Have fun!” I say

Kim says nothing. It’s like Emma is not even there

I move the straps of Kim’s silky tank top to the sides of her shoulders and it falls to her midsection effortlessly. A black lace push-up bra accentuates the smooth skin of her chest as I dive into her cleavage. Kissing. Licking. I didn’t even get a chance to put my hands on her back before she removed her bra herself. I look at her tits and up at her. She grabs the back of my head and pulls it into her chest. I concentrate on her nipples.

Usually, I’m more dominant, but Kim was in control. She knew what she wanted when she wanted it…and where she wanted it.

She climbed off of me and led me inside to the bedroom attached to the bathroom where Emma was taking a shower. My heart was racing because I’m really into being watched and the thought of Emma on the other side of the door led my mind to wander to 1,000 different sexy-time scenarios per second.

Kim and I collapsed on the bed kissing, skin to skin with our pants on, hair, hands, tongues, lips, and shoes going in every direction. All illuminated by the light coming through the bathroom underneath the door. We hear the shower stop and pause. We look at each other and Kim shimmies down to the edge of the bed, dismounts onto her knees, whips her hair to the side, and wraps those dainty fingers around the base of my cock before lowering her mouth onto me.

I don’t remember how (because I was in heaven with my dick being worshipped), but Kim yelled something through the door to get Emma’s attention and to get her to come out of the bathroom. It worked.

“Ahhh I knew it!!! I knew you were trying to trick me!” Emma squealed playfully.

I was being dominated by Kim whose hair was falling onto my pelvis as she corkscrewed her tongue around me and stroked.

I looked over at Emma. She was backlit by the warm glow from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. Trying to be a bit dorky I said, “you know Emma, my face is free if you need somewhere to sit”

“Sounds fun but I’ll just take a seat over here.” She said. Emma sat in a comfy-looking velvet swivel chair in the corner behind Kim. I propped myself onto my forearms while still on my back and could see her just wrapped in her towel, holding on tightly and looking content. Not sure if I mentioned before, but I LOVE eating pussy so Emma would have been a delight, especially since I didn’t get to eat Kim out.

Kim leapt to her feet, took off her pants and shimmed down her panties. Emma got a good view of her ass from behind. I guess she no longer cared if Kim had a boyfriend?

“Emma” I exclaimed.

“Hmm?” She looked up

“There’s a condom in my jacket pocket,” I said with an arrogant smirk.

She rolled her eyes and retrieved it, handed it to Kim with a smile that said “I hate you only the way a best friend can”

“Thaaaa-nk youuu!” Kim said innocently as she plucked it with her thumb and index finger from Emma’s hand.

Kim climbed on top of me, resting her bent knees by my waist hovering over me. She grabbed my wet cock by its base, rolled on h condom, licked her fingers and rubbed her pussy before guiding me in.

Kim rode me enthusiastically like I was her sex toy. She didn’t care about a connection she just wanted to cum. It was confident and hot as hell to be used for a change.

Tits bouncing and muttering to herself, I heard “Yes! Gimme that dick”. It was more to and fro rather than up and down.

This is where it got weird but still fun…

All of a sudden Kim dismounted my cock mid-ride and said “I’m tired” as she lay naked on her side.

“Haha, no problem. We can stop.” I said. I was just happy to be there :)

Literally 37 seconds later she’s asleep.

“Wow!” I look at Emma.

“Kim gets really tired after a few drinks haha”

“Apparently!” I say

“Sorry Mr. Blue Balls.”

I sit up and take off the condom. My erection went down a bit but I started to touch myself in front of Emma and get it hard again.

“Ahhhh” I hear pillow softly from Emma’s mouth.

I continue for a few moments.

“Do you want some help with that?” She asks. But she asked like she was stuck behind someone in an ATM line having trouble with their card. Like, let’s get a move on here haha.

“Yes please,” I was feeling particularly smug. She got up from her swivel chair and sat beside me on the bed still clenching her towel. She placed her hand on my cock and stroked. Concentrating and staring at me and my hard dick with her mouth slightly gaped until cum shot up, landed on my stomach and the next couple of pumps dripped down her soft hands.

“Mm that was nice,” whispered Emma with soft emotion.

“Can I use your towel to wipe this up?” Knowing very well she’d have to get naked.

She let out an annoyed sigh, but disrobed and handed me her towel. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, smooth skin slightly illuminated I could just barely see the top of her pussy as I gave her the once over. Her tits were amazingly perky (like Caitlin’s I would find out a year later lol).

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re stunning”

“Thank you.” She was very short and smug as well

I wanted to make my intentions very clear. “I would love to return the favor and taste all of you.”

“Wow, you’re bolder than you look!”

She played hard to get after a little back and forth but finally said ok.

Emma sat straight up with her back against the padded headboard. Knees bent and legs wide open. I crawled up to her and caressed her inner thighs, circled her clit with my thumb, inserted a finger, and kissed her lips so so so gently before going to town. I flicked her clit back and forth with my tongue while finger fucking her with my index and middle fingers on my right hand.

She wasn’t as vocal or wild as Kim but not an ounce less erotic.

She let out a long-winded laugh and caught her breath after cumming.

Emma and I fell asleep next to Kim. We woke up to all of our clothes and towels and condom wrappers everywhere and couldn’t help but laugh.

Kim and I joked about her falling practically asleep mid-fuck, and once she realized Emma was naked deduced we had had our fun as well.

We enjoyed a coffee and a pastry outside at a cafe before they flew out late in the morning.

I got a text from Kim that afternoon reading, “If you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you.”

“Tell anyone about what, exactly?” I responded

Kim ended with “Thanks for the fun night ?”

RECIPE inspired by an Italian restaurant I visited there
*optional step: I’ve been chatting with a couple gorgeous redditors here and sent them both cum tributes. Not typically my thing, but totally hot I have to admit.
If you to send me a food tribute (with anywhere from a G to TV-MA rating) I will return the photo with a matching level of rating :)! Happy cooking and you are all sexy.

Ravioli with pork filling:
For the pasta dough
2 cups 00 flour, sifted
3 eggs
Pinch of salt
Small glug of olive oil.

Slowly incorporate the eggs and olive oil into the flour and salt in a food processor or by hand until fully incorporated. Knead for 10 minutes by hand with slightly floured work surface until Dough is smooth. Cover with plastic and let rest at room temp for at least one hour.

Pork filling:
30 grams ground pork
30 grams ground veal
20 grams ground prosciutto
20 grams ground mortadella
20 grams grated Parmesan
1 gram freshly grated nutmeg
1 gram ground black pepper

Mix all ingredients until homogenous and and season to taste by cooking off a teaspoon of dough and adjusting spices and salt if necessary

Roll out your pasta dough with a pasta machine until setting 7. Or you can buy pre made wonton wrappers if you want to take a shortcut here. But make your pasta. I promise it’ll be worth it.

With a 3” ring cutter, stamp out circles of pasta and place 2 teaspoons of pork filling in the center. Brush with a beaten egg mixed with a tiny splash of water, then seal the edges making sure there are no air pockets. You can freeze these at this point and bag for later or if not, let dry for an hour on a sheet tray lined with parchment paper and dusted with flour.

Bring a pot of salted water to a rolling (not rapid) boil and immerse the ravioli cooking for about 2-3 minutes. Using a slotted spoon or mesh strainer, fish out the ravioli and add to a medium sauté pan with melted butter. Toss, squeeze some lemon, add some chopped parsley, or chives and serve right away.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ks52uk/confessions_of_a_m_private_chef_pt_4