Kiss the Chef (UK Edition) Ch. 06.1 - Sex Stories

Kiss the Chef (UK Edition) Ch. 06.1

Emma reclined topside, soaking in the Caribbean sun as her yacht drifted lazily at anchor. The azure waters lapped at the hull as seabirds called out overhead. All was quiet save the occasional splash of a dolphin or rumble of distant thunderheads brooding on the horizon.

She was alone at last, having granted the crew shore leave for the weekend, desiring only solitude with her secret lover Kay. The chef had prepared a lavish spread below decks, but for now she was content simply basking in the warmth, lost in thoughts of his strong yet gentle hands and the passion they ignited within her.

A subtle scrape of footsteps roused her from her reverie. Emerging from below, Kay appeared bearing two tall glasses sweating with chilled refreshment. His shirt clung to his muscular frame, outlining each rippling contour honed from years over the stove. Wordlessly, he passed her a drink, his fingers lingering upon hers a moment too long to be accidental.

Propriety forbid what their hearts truly desired, at least where prying eyes might see. But out here upon the open sea, far from society's constraints, a new intimacy was blossoming between them.

Emma hummed softly as Kay's strong yet gentle hands glided over her skin, applying a cooling layer of sun blocker to her exposed flesh. His touch was deft and sure, leaving no spot unattended in his ministrations.

Slowly, he massaged the lotion into the small of her back, eliciting a pleasurable shiver up her spine. His fingertips ...

... lingered there a moment, feeling the contours of muscle and bone, before travelling upward to smooth the cream over her shoulders. All the while, his eyes drank in her form, committing to memory each curve and line laid bare to his gaze.

Turning her slightly, he attended to her collar and the swells of her chest, still concealed beneath a swath of silk. Emma's breath hitched at the intimacy of his caress, even through the thin barrier. Her nipples hardened at his nearness, aching for a more direct contact that for now must remain forbidden.

Kay sensed her burgeoning need and reluctantly withdrew to focus on her legs, gliding his hands down each limb to knead the lotion into her skin. By now, the tropical heat had little to do with Emma's flushed state. She parted her knees slightly, a subtle yet unmistakable invitation that sent a thrill through them both.

His hands drifted higher on her inner thighs, coming precariously close to the centre of her longing before withdrawing once more.

Emma sighed blissfully as Kay's ministrations lowered further to pay tribute to her godly bum. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he discreetly peeled away her scant bottoms, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

"Kay..." she breathed his name, a mixture of surprise and longing in her tone. "What if someone were to see?"

"No one is around for miles, my love," he assured her in a husky whisper. "It's just you and I beneath this open sky."

Kay wasted no time peeling off Emma's ...