It's 12 noon and it's already been a long, difficult morning in the office. I check my email one last time and get up to head in to the house for lunch. There are many benefits to having my office right behind the house but being able to come in and have lunch with my lovely wife is certainly one of them.
I step in the back door, kick off my shoes and walk into the kitchen for the shock of my life. There, standing at the counter is the sexiest woman I have ever seen. My eyes take her in during the moment it takes for my heart to start beating again.
Her long, dark hair is streaked with silver, brushed to one side and held in place by a small comb. She's wearing a long-sleeve white shirt with the collar popped that just barely hides her hips and ass. Her shapely legs are covered in silky black hose and she's standing atop strappy black heals.
I am slightly dizzy as all the blood in my body rushes to my suddenly swelling cock.
She turns her beautiful face to me - she's made up like she's headed out to a fancy society party - and says:
"Bonjour monsieur. Je m'appelle Simóne. Parles-tu français?"
I answer her in my sad and very meager French. "No."
Simóne smiles at me and says, "Is okay. I have, uh, petite English." She gestures towards the dining room and adds, "Sit, s'il te plaît."
I make my way past her to the dining room, unable to take my eyes off this stunning creature.
As I sit at the table she says, "Your wife thought you would like Simóne to come for you."
I smile at her unintentional entendre, but she gives me a mischievous look that makes me think it might not be so unintentional after all.
Simóne finishes preparing my lunch as I watch. After a few minutes she comes in placing a plate of food and a cold drink on the table in front of me. A thick turkey sandwich in halves. Sliced cheese. Raw vegetables and dip. She picks a small carrot from my plate and runs it through the creamy, white dip. She brings it to her luscious wet lips and uses her tongue to catch a bit of dripping dressing. She bites the carrot in half and holds the remainder in front of my face for me. I can see the residue of her red lipstick on the carrot. I had never been jealous of a carrot before. She pops it in my gaping mouth, lifts my chin with her cool fingers and says,
"Bon appétit, monsieur."
I watch her hips sway as she saunters back to the kitchen and begins to tidy up. It is very difficult for me to eat while watching this sexy vision put things away, wash utensils, and wipe down counters. She knows her way around my kitchen like she's been there before. At one point she lifts her foot to adjust a shoe strap and I get a flash of creamy white above her hose, which excites my member yet again.
When she is done in the kitchen she makes her slinky way back to the dining room and comes around behind me. She places her hands on my shoulders and says,
"Détendez-vous s'il vous plaît. You need relax."
She begins to slowly kneed the muscles in my shoulders and neck as my tension starts to slip away. Her fingers slide into my hair and her long, red fingernails lightly scratch my scalp. I lean my head back on her as she lightly massages my chest through my t-shirt.
When it's obvious that I have eaten all I can Simóne clears the table and returns to the back of my chair. She leans down to whisper in my ear. I can feel her warm breath on my neck.
"You like some sweet?"
"Yes, please!" I croak.
