[Written By Barbi Sinclair]

I'm excited about writing this particular adventure. This kinky adventure was a first for me, and now I think about another similar reoccurrence every time we dine out in a restaurant. Yes, I was naughty at a restaurant with a chef whom I met partially due to my steak being undercooked. I've heard horror stories about some of the things that may end up in one's food because a complaint was made by the food recipient. So I thought I would go back to the kitchen area myself and see if I could make contact with the chef to avoid even the thought of having spit or anything gross in my food. Well, to my fortune, not only did I end up with my steak done exactly as I wanted it, and without having anything gross put on my food, but also I made contact with the chef and had some delicious cock alamode. Let me tell you more.

Well, it all started when I just did not feel like cooking again for the fourth day in a row. Don't get me wrong, I like to cook, but a woman just needs a break once in a while. All I did was smile to Jimmy and give him one hell of a blowjob and told him that he would take me out that night after his incredible orgasm. Jimmy was totally game and we were both happy. I actually had an appetite for one of the restaurants we hadn't eaten at in quite a while. So I got dressed in my little black dress, of course with no bra and panties, and Jimmy wore his suit, and we were ready to go out to dinner.

Once we had arrived at the restaurant, the tables were quite full but luckily one was available for us. We arrived there at the perfect time. The restaurant's lighting was quite dim and romantic along with light music being played in the background. I felt so relaxed already due to the calm and romantic mood of the restaurant, and I just couldn't wait to check the menu. Apparently, since we hadn't been there in a while, the restaurant had changed up their menu a bit, so it was tough picking out an order since everything looked so delicious. I finally picked out steak, well done, for my meal along with a baked potato and vegetables on the side. Jimmy decided to go with salmon and rice. I was so hungry by the time the waitress came along and took our order that I couldn't wait to get my hands on the bread that she had brought. At least that would hold both of us over until our meals were done. Jimmy and I talked, and played a little footsy under the table before the waitress finally came back with our food.

The smell of my meal made my mouth water. It smelled so good and I couldn't wait to dig in. I grabbed my fork and knife and began to cut into the steak. I was dismayed at the fact that when I cut into the steak, the steak was severely undercooked. Rare meat with Barbi doesn't go. I'd rather starve to death than to eat meat that has blood juices flowing out of it. All my meat has to be well done. So bottom line was, there was no way I was going to eat it. I waited for the waitress to get back to us, and finally when she did, I told her that my steak was cooked rare, contrary to my request of it being cooked well done. She apologized and immediately took my plate and told me that it would take a few minutes for them to cook it to my liking. Unfortunately, my fear of sending food back always left me with an image from a reality television show that I watched, which illustrated the horrors of the lack of kitchen hygiene and etiquette when chefs have their food returned because the customer didn't like it for one reason or another. Hence, out of their anger, they would either spit in the food, or horrifically, even place urine on it. Consequently, my urge to avoid the worse prompted me to make some form of contact, preferably verbal, to let the chef know that I wasn't one of those difficult to satisfy customers. So I told Jimmy that I would be back in a few minutes. I got up from my seat and wandered to the back of the restaurant where the kitchen was. Luckily, no one had stopped me and I proceeded to look through the window of the kitchen. Finally, a voice from inside the kitchen had asked me if I needed help and I responded by saying that I just wanted to have a word with the chef. Once the same voice responded that he was the chef, his face and part of his body became visible to me through the open window of the kitchen. I said, "Uhh, sorry to bother you, but I was the one who had returned my rare cooked steak in place of a well done one, as I had requested upon ordering it." He replied, "Oh, I see. Not a problem. It should be ready in about two minutes." I smiled back at him and just stared because at that point I saw how gorgeous he was. I guess I was nervous earlier and didn't expect a chef to be on the hot side, physically, I mean. After one minute of just standing there and being star struck, my naughty nature came out and I couldn't resist to give him my number and I told him to call me when he would have a break from working. I told him that I would make it up to him for sending my food back. The chef seemed quite intrigued and told me that he was due for a break in about thirty minutes, and that he always takes his break outside in back of the restaurant. This way he gets his fresh air and there is no one there to bother him. I told him regardless to call me if I was eating or not, and that I would meet him there.

After the conversation, I walked back to the table and Jimmy was almost done with his meal. Earlier, he had told me he was going to wait until I got mine back, but it seemed he was just too hungry. I told him not to worry about it and also I mentioned what had transpired when I met up with the chef, but I left the part out about him calling me. Before I could say any more, the waitress redelivered my food again with apologies along with a flowery food decoration on my plate. She stated that it was from the chef and that he again apologized for the steak not being cooked to my liking. I was definitely reassured that there was nothing else on my food that shouldn't have been there, as far as any bodily fluids were concerned. So anyway, I proceeded to eat my meal with a large appetite while Jimmy held conversation with me. Twenty minutes had lapsed and I still hadn't received a phone call. Even though I was already full, but to stay longer at the restaurant, I had told Jimmy that I wanted to order dessert as well. As full as he was, he told me that he would order dessert, too. So I ordered the New York style cheesecake and he ordered the chocolate mousse cake. It took about five minutes before the waitress had delivered our desserts. I took a few bites of mine before my phone had rung. The adrenaline in my body kicked in and I got excited. I answered my phone and it was the chef's voice telling me that he was already on his break. I didn't say anything but just hung up so Jimmy wouldn't suspect anything. I told Jimmy it was the wrong number. I was being a slut at that moment discreetly, but I would tell Jimmy everything as soon as I would return to the table. Legitimately, I told Jimmy I had to go use the powder room and that I would be back in a few minutes.

I got up from my seat and walked past the restrooms in the back of the restaurant and immediately out the door. There he was, the chef still in uniform, smoking his cigarette while out on break. As soon as he saw me, he put his cigarette out and just smiled. I walked over to him and reminded him that I was going to make it up to him for returning the steak. He flirted with me and wanted to know what I was going to do. So I told him to watch me. I walked up to him and slowly unzipped his pants. I looked into his eyes as I caressed his cock under his boxers. He had an immediate hard-on. I continued to play with his cock for about a minute before I took it out from underneath his boxers. I got down on my hands and knees as I wrapped my sexy lips around his cock. I stroked his cock in and out of my mouth before I took it out. I looked into his eyes again and told him that I was going to give him the blowjob of his life so that he would never forget me. The chef was in complete ecstasy. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. I didn't say anything more and just continued to give him that blowjob. I played with his balls as I sucked on his cock nice and hard. I knew that his break time was limited so I had to make him cum quick. Besides, Jimmy would be wondering where I had disappeared. I licked, sucked, and stroked his cock in different directions and speeds as my eyes never left his. He began to get weak in his knees so he had to support himself by leaning up against the brick wall of the restaurant. I knew he was close. His cock was extremely hard and once he exploded, I would be quite a mess! My pussy was throbbing from excitement but I knew that I had better concentrate on him, as his time was limited. I reverted to taking his cock in my hand and stroking it so that I could talk dirty to him. I wanted to let him know orally what a naughty slut I was and how much I enjoyed sucking his cock and then giving him a hand job. I knew my dirty talk would get him over the edge. So within another two minutes, his cock exploded with cum as I quickly placed my opened mouth in front of his cock to catch it all. He squirted most of his cum into my mouth where I had swallowed it as the rest squirted on my black dress. I couldn't believe how thick his cum was. It was just as well that he came because he must have needed it badly! After I swallowed all that was remaining in my mouth, I finally felt inclined to stand up. We met face to face and all he said was that he wanted to fuck me next, but it would have to be on another occasion. He smiled and thanked me and told me that he had to get back. I told him the same as well.

I quickly went back into the restaurant and realized that I was gone for approximately twelve minutes. That wasn't bad. Jimmy was concerned as to why I was in the restroom for so long. I sat back down and realized that I hadn't wiped the cum that was on my black dress. He looked over at the cum stains on my dress and just smiled. He said, "Now that isn't just the soap and water that might have squirted on you when you were in the restroom?" I looked at him and smiled. Then told him, "All I can say is that I am so horny and that you need to fuck me ASAP, and then I will tell you what a naughty slut I was just now." The only words out of Jimmy's mouth were "check please" to the waitress. Everything happened quite quickly afterward and all I clearly remember was Jimmy fucking me in the backseat of the car in a secluded parking lot. He was happy with what a naughty slut I had been and that he was a little disappointed that the chef didn't fuck me. But Jimmy was pleased when I told him that the chef wanted to fuck me, but on another occasion since he had to get back to work.

What a night it had been! I had been the dirty little slut that had sucked on a chef's cock while he was on break! My cock alamode that night was probably the best on the menu that I had, or at least it wasn't officially on the menu. You know how it is, sometimes when a woman craves something, she will absolutely need to get it one way or another. But, in any event, I look forward to dining out again and I think I have overcome my fear of sending food back. Maybe in the future I should just send it back intentionally?

THE END