It is a hot, humid summer day. You've got the windows of your apartment wide open, but the air is so still that they don't help much.
"It says preheat to 375 degrees," I say from the dining room.
You preheat your oven and return to the dining room.
I'm wearing shorts and a button-down short-sleeved thin cotton shirt. You are wearing a breezy white cotton top and a soft white crinkled cotton skirt. I am in charge of the sauce and you're in charge of the mousse.
My hands are sticky gooey from peeling and pitting mangos. Your white outfit is just crying out for intervention. I reach out menacingly towards you and you back away smiling: "Um, no."
"Do you have a blender?" I ask. You go back to the kitchen and bring one out for me.
I drop in the mango pieces and then go wash my hands in the sink.
Back at the table, you sprinkle some gelatin over a small cup of water and then head to the kitchen for a saucepan. We almost bump into each other as I head back to the table. I wrap my arm around your waist like we're doing a dance move and slide back to the dining room table. "OK, two tablespoons honey" I say to myself as I add them to the mangos. "Where should I plug this in?" I ask. "Over there," you point with one hand as your other hand rummages for a saucepan.
You jump as the sudden whirr of the blender cuts through the thick summer air.
Just as I stop the blender, your kettle starts whistling. I wipe some sweat beading on my nose so it doesn't drip into the sauce.
You pour the boiling water into a saucepan and turn on the stove. "Honey?" you ask. "Yes?" I respond. "No, I need the honey please." "Oh", I say, a little disappointed. I pass you the honey. You whisk the honey into some egg yolks in a metal bowl and set the bowl over the saucepan of boiling water, whisking the mixture constantly.
I open your fridge and look for a spot to put my blended mangos and honey.
You turn to me whisking furiously and say, "I need a thermometer."
"Sec," I say as I make room in your fridge. I close the fridge door and walk over behind you. It is really hot by the stove. I pull your hair back and make a ponytail with my hands and kiss your neck. Mmm. Salty.
"Thermometer please!" you say more insistently. I wrap my arms around your waist with your back to me, and whisper into your ear, "you need me to take your temperature?"
"It's in that drawer over there," you point impatiently.
It's a bit of a relief to peel my body off of yours–in the brief time I was pressed against you, our sweat soaked into our clothes between us.
I pass you the candy thermometer. "Thank you," you say with a bit of an edge in your voice. "Phew, only 140" you say.
I head back to the table to work on the pastries. I sprinkle a mixture of sugar and all-spice over a pastry sheet. I flour the table and then roll the pastry out nice and thin, and then start cutting and folding to make little puff pastry baskets, using brushed water as a glue and finishing with more sugar spice sprinkles.
"160," you say as you remove the bowl from the stove and whisk in the gelatin mixture.
"Need a hand?" I ask. "It depends what kind," you say. "Oh, I'm not SO bad," I say as I walk over to the stove, turn off the element and pour the boiling water into the sink. The hot steam flashes us like a sauna. Both of our shirts are now half-soaked with sweat. Underarms, around the neck, the centre of the back. The oven doesn't help.
"Can you make the whipping cream?" you ask.
"Sure," I say with a wry smile. The smell of our sweaty bodies just adds to the hot dizziness I'm already feeling. I quickly drink a glass of water to stave off the dizziness. "Oh me too," you say and I pass you a glass of water. Your cheeks and brow are spotted with little beads of sweat like dew.
"Whipping cream, right" I say as you blow water-cooled air up across your face. "Crème fraiche too," you say. "Right," I say, a little distracted by the smell of you.
I start whipping the cream and crème fraiche. This time you stand behind me. You slide your hand up my shirt as you press your body against my back. Hmmmm. I close my eyes. Our thin cotton clothes are so drenched, it almost feels like you are sliding your naked sweaty body along mine. Your pelvic bone gently slides up along my tail-bone and I get an instant erection. In my thin cotton shorts, it's not really possible to hide it. But you're standing behind me so you can't see it.
"How stiff do you need it?" I ask. You gently slide your fingertips down my stomach and over the top of my shorts. Surprised to discover a raging hard-on, you quickly withdraw your hand. "Medium stiff," you answer.
"I'm worried it may be too stiff already," I say, my voice quivering a bit. You reach a finger into the bowl and pick up a piece of whipping cream on your finger, and then lick it off. "No that looks just about right," you say.
You're pretty close to me, and your body odour is getting really strong. As is mine. The smell of our overheated underarms and crotches hangs in the air.
"Cream, right" you say. You're clearly getting a bit dizzy yourself. I fold my cream gently into your honey mixture.
The oven suddenly beeps, waking us from the dream-world we were slipping into.
You place the mousse in the fridge to set while I return to the table to finish the puff pastry baskets. You join me at the table. It is stifling hot in your kitchen, and even though it's also super-hot in the dining-room, it's slightly less hot out there so it feels like a bit of a reprieve.
"I'm so hot," I say. "Do you mind?" I say as I start unbuttoning my shirt. "That's a good idea," you say as you start unbuttoning your blouse as well, revealing a delicious looking bra.
At the table, topless, we finish the pastry baskets. "Yours look better than mine," I say. "You think so?" you say as you turn towards me, beaming, lifting your chest upwards. I throw my arms around you and press my sweaty body against yours as we kiss. Our kisses taste salty as the sweat from our faces drip onto our lips. "Hmmmm," I say. I drop my hands to your hips and pull your body against mine. My stiff penis slides between our wet stomachs. "I really want you," I breathe into your ear.
"On task," you say as you peel your body off of mine.
Grudgingly, I return to making pastry baskets. I rush the last few, and they don't look as good as my first ones.
"Good, time to bake!" you chirp with a smile as you carry the baking sheet full of puff pastries back to the kitchen.
I follow you into the kitchen like a puppy dog. As you open the oven door, a blast of hot air washes over us. You slide the baking sheet into the oven and quickly close the door, setting the cooking timer to 20 minutes.
You turn to face me, relieved that all the prep work is done and say coyly, "so now what?" I grab you in my arms again, sliding my hands up and down your sweaty body, before grabbing onto your butt again, this time pulling you against my body more forcefully. You swoon a bit and I kiss your neck below your ear, taking a deep inhale through my nose to fully take in the smell of every part of you. I lift you up on the counter and keep kissing you. You wrap your legs around my butt and pull me towards you.
The tip of my penis rubs up between your legs where it is really hot and wet. I quickly drop my shorts and underwear so I am completely naked. You pull me back towards you with your legs and my naked penis rubs up against your panties, spreading precum all over them. I unclasp your bra and immediately descend on your breasts, licking and sucking your nipples. Your smell and taste are really strong and fills me with desire.
You steady yourself on the counter with your hands. I am also feeling really light headed. I quickly grab two glasses of water and hand one to you. We gulp down the water and instantly press our bodies back against one another, like two magnets that just can't be apart. This time you tug on me with a bit of a rhythm so my penis slides up between your legs. We kiss. The strong taste of your breasts in my mouth catches me by surprise. I kiss down your chest, briefly lick and suck your nipples, and then start kissing inside your thighs.
"Sorry," I say, but those have to come off. I reach up and pull your panties off while you hold onto the counter. I lurch forward back to your thighs, kissing them up to your sensitive parts. I know I shouldn't, but I can't stop looking between your legs as I kiss you. I see your clit blossoming upwards, and your labia red and puffy, glistening with wetness. I kiss up your other thigh to tease you and you start to get impatient. You press your hands against the back of my head and nudge me up towards you.
I plunge my mouth between your legs, licking your clit, between your labia, pressing my tongue as deep into you as I can, sucking your clit. You smell really strong and I just can't get enough of you. You press my head hard with your hands as you lift your groin up to me. I alternate between licking you with long forceful strokes and tickling your clit with my tongue. My hands hold onto your thighs, pushing back against them as you squeeze my head involuntarily with them.
You pull my hand up your legs. I get the hint and slide a finger into you as I continue licking your clit. "Oh yes" you moan in pleasure with a broad lusty smile. You move right to the edge of the counter so I can thrust my finger rhythmically up into you while I continue licking and kissing your clit.
I suddenly stand up and look at you sternly. "I really need you. Right now." I say.
You hop off the counter and turn around, with your hands holding onto the counter. I lift your skirt up over your bare back and grab onto your hips. Something about this position releases really strong smells from your body. I rest my stiff wet penis on top of your crack for a moment as I breathe in deeply to take in your smell. You start wiggling your butt up against me impatiently. I slide my penis up and down your crack as I hold firmly onto your hips, my precum mixing with your sweat, lubricating from the top of your crack, across your anus, and down close to your opening. I am getting drunk on your smell, and it feels so good to slide along you like this. I press the tip of my penis a bit against your hot sweaty anus and some precum squirts into it. You open yourself and I poke ever so slightly into your anus. This was completely unexpected! Oh my god! You don't seem to mind. I reach around with my hand, and slide my finger up into you pressing against your clitoris as I slide my finger into you. My hips tighten involuntarily, pressing my penis up into your rectum. "Oooohh" you moan deeply as I feel your vagina pulse around my finger. It feels so hot and tight inside you. We both quickly erupt in a powerful orgasm.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3m79d1/heat_mf_cooking_accidental_anal