I was a Michelin restaurant reviewer, a secret judge of folks who toiled their whole lives to achieve culinary excellence, and the harder part was to maintain and hold it. By nature we led hidden lives, always secretly entering restaurants, sitting in corners, ordering and trying food, and holding the futures of the establishments in our hands, literally their balls in our hands.

In Paris, I heard of a cute little place opened by an aspiring youthful chef named Julia. I always admired those who tried to break into an otherwise harsh, closed society of a few elite culinary schools like Cordon Bleu, and a few closed circles of incestuous critics. There was a fresh entry into the race, someone who dared.

It was a delightful bistro off a residential neighbourhood in Paris, a region frequented by tourists and locals alike. Smart choice – maximize potential clients. We usually did not announce our arrival, so there was no reason to expect preparation. I entered and the door chime rang, and there she was. I was immediately struck by Julia.

She was a true example of overflowing womanhood, lively and sexy, friendly and comely. Her face was open and welcoming, two large blue eyes burned across the hall at me, lovely lashes, well-arched eyebrows, a perfect little nose and full plump lips. Her face was narrow and well-shaped, her neck dainty. But fuck her body, she was all woman. Two massive boobs straining against a summer dress, wide hips and long legs, large thighs I wanted to embrace. Perfect skin and a few cute blemishes. She had some adorable spots on her chest right above her boobs, I wanted to lick them. Her long brown hair was almost waist-length. She smiled at me and it was adorable, two dimples appeared and her teeth sparkled.

“Hi, welcome! I am Julia,” she declared and graciously waved me to a table by the window. “You seem like you know your way around Paris, and çıtır escort the food scene.”

I suspected she had made me, and I bluffed, “Oh no I am a casual visitor, I had heard of your place and thought it would be so good to try it out. Your reputation precedes you.”

She blushed. I explained I followed the trades and her record in cooking school was exemplary, she had been highlighted as a rising star of the scene with an emphasis on healthy dishes trying to steer clear of the customary heavy French mother sauces with their creams and butters. It takes a lot to challenge the French at their own game. We chatted for a bit about food, and then she lightly touched my arm, embarrassed.

“I am so sorry I will send the waiter,” she moved off with a final friendly glance back at me and a wink.

The waiter came over and I ordered some simple items, which were always easier to mess up compared to the complex layered dishes where mistakes can be hidden. I saw Julia helping out in the kitchen, she didn’t order staff around, she worked alongside them. I felt a respectful admiration. The food was refreshing, and the ingredients like simple tuna and avocado sang. I was sure these were her recipes and waited for her.

Julia did return to ask me how things were, and I praised her work. She was beaming. Her heavy boobs were a foot from my face and I found I had a hard cock as I drank in her curves and smell. I tried to stay in control.

Suddenly she offered, “Since you seem like a gourmet, would you mind coming in after hours and helping me develop some recipes?”

It was an innocent question, perhaps tinged with some other intent, but I agreed readily. I was genuinely curious, but I also longed to be alone with her. So I left after kissing her on the cheek and went home. The day wheeled along and I kept thinking of our fantezi escort evening appointment. I was quite excited. Right at closing time I walked up to the doors of Julia’s restaurant as the last of the staff left, and let myself in. She was in the kitchen and peeped out, and beamed when she saw me and asked me to lock the door. Of course, I agreed and walked in.

She had a table of ingredients set out. She had an apron over her summer dress and once again my cock stirred drinking her in. Julia called me close and we talked over the ingredients and the plan. The idea was to experiment with a few key elements and see if we could make magic. I offered some suggestions but mostly let her drive. At one point she was making complex cuts of the veggies and I offered to help, and she nodded.

I walked up behind her, leaned around touched her soft hands and guided them with the curving cuts on the aubergine. She gave a little yelp of delight at the results. My hard cock was grinding against her ass but she did not mind, she was so caught up. I had my face in her hair and smelled it, fresh like flowers. My arm was on hers and the skin was electric to touch. At that point, her reverie broke and she realized she was in the arms of a man who desired her.

She slowly put the knife down and looked back at me with those large blue eyes. Her lips were parted and I leaned in and gave her a sucking kiss from the back, a French kiss, parted her lips and entered her mouth, and explored her tastes. She melted back onto me. I put my hands on her lower back untied her apron and threw it aside. I kissed her neck and ran my hands over her boobs and belly, and she moaned. She reached down and pulled her dress over her head and her lovely bra and panties appeared, white and silky. I helped her unbutton and she released two magnificent boobs, plump gecelik escort and juicy, topped by massive wide nipples which I sucked greedily. With my fingers, I stroked her pussy and it was wet.

I sucked her mouth and nipples leaned down and lifted her leg and sucked her pussy. I kissed her soft skin all over. I stood and took some heavy cream and coated her nipples and she lifted her boobs and pulled my head down to lick and suck. I did the same on her fingers and we sucked them together. Then I unzipped and my hard cock released, she took chocolate sauce and slathered it over my cock and licked and sucked it clean. What heaven was in her mouth!

I could not wait anymore. I turned her around and lifted one leg onto the table, and entered her pussy from the back. I pounded her on that table, thankfully it was steel and did not move. Her boobs bounced and I grabbed them from behind and squeezed. She moaned and gasped and I slammed on and on, and I came with a shake and groan inside her, and fell on her naked back, still clutching her boobs. I took her by the waist and we went into the main restaurant, and we collapsed on the sofa. She lay on me, and I put my arms around and cupped her boobs and kissed her neck.

“Julia, you are a chef’s kiss,” I joked. She giggled.

I then put my fingers in her mouth, she wetted them, and I reached down and stroked her clit and labia, up and down, as she lay on me, shaking a little with each stroke. I went on and on, and her moans got louder and louder, then she came with a massive orgasm on me and went limp. We lay still together.

After a while, we got up and went into the kitchen together naked. We cooked some more, small items, fed each other, and sometimes she stroked my cock, most of the time I leaned down and sucked her boobs and she giggled, and I could not resist touching her pussy. We felt refreshed after a few small bites and drinks then we came back to the couch and this time she rode me and we fucked again. I came and she collapsed on me, and we lay for a while. We decided to close up, got dressed, cleaned up between kisses and then left together for her place.

Chef Julia had found her new sous chef. Needless to say, I gave her 3 stars.