The Strangers at the Rotisserie Who Invited Me to His Place
Lucía had never liked eating out. But in her job as a sales rep, traveling from one client to another across the city, there were days when the morning went off track and she had no choice. And that day had really gone off track. So much so that, at half past one in the afternoon, the last thing she felt like doing was sitting down in a restaurant with a tablecloth and a menu.
She was walking through a neighborhood she barely knew when the smell of roast chicken stopped her dead. It smelled of charcoal, golden skin, something freshly made. She followed the trail until she found a small neighborhood rotisserie, one of those places with the counter facing the street and two tables inside. She was hungry and still had a gap before her next appointment, so she didn’t resist. She went in and looked over what they had.
“Good afternoon,” said the man behind the counter, an older gentleman in a stained apron. “What can I get you?”
“Hi. Half a chicken with fries and a draft beer, please.”
“Oh, I’d love to, but at this hour I don’t have anyone left to take the other half off my hands. I’d be left with the poor thing here all alone.”
“What a shame, I was really looking forward to it,” she lamented.
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep that half for myself.”
Lucía turned around. Another customer had just come in: a guy a little over thirty, tall, slim, with a neatly trimmed goatee. For a second he reminded her of a boyfriend she’d had years ago, though it couldn’t have been him; that man had gone to live on the other side of the ocean and never came back. Even so, something stirred inside her, an old, familiar current.
“Well then, thank you very much,” she said. “Looks like I’m going to get to eat chicken today after all. A whole one all by myself would have been too much.”
“You’re welcome. I’ve always thought there was something fun about sharing a chicken with someone. At least today I know who I’m doing it with.”
“I’m Lucía.”
“Andrés,” he said, leaning in to give her the obligatory two kisses, though one landed a little too close to the corner of her mouth. “I’d never seen you around here before.”
“I’m not from the neighborhood. I work in sales and today I was covering this area. It’s just that everything ran long.”
“That happens. At least you’re going to get to try Ramón’s chicken. It’s one of the best around.”
Lucía noticed that, while he spoke, Andrés’s gaze slid from her face to her cleavage. She was wearing a blouse unbuttoned one button too many, on purpose; a generous neckline always helped close a sale, and she knew how to use it when necessary. Today, with a difficult client later in the afternoon, she’d chosen it with that in mind. She hadn’t expected the first person to notice to be a stranger in a rotisserie.
“Well, it’s a pleasure, Andrés. If you ever want to change your insurance or anything else, call me,” she joked.
“You’re leaving already? And where do you plan to eat that?”
“I saw a park nearby. I’ll sit on a bench and get some fresh air while I’m at it.”
“Not a chance,” he replied with a confidence that threw her off. “If we’re sharing the same half chicken, then the logical thing is for you to come eat it at my place. I live right nearby. If you want to, of course…”
It wasn’t the first time a man had made a move on her in the middle of the day. But the way he invited her, so direct and at the same time so absurd, made her laugh inwardly. Andrés was good-looking, very good-looking, and he didn’t seem dangerous or crazy. She surprised herself by calculating how much free time she had left.
“Fine. But I hope you don’t live far. I don’t want this getting cold.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be there in no time.”
***
And that was exactly how it went. Five minutes later they were going up to an apartment a couple of streets from the rotisserie. The elevator was so narrow that they brushed against each other more than either of them would have admitted out loud. She felt the heat of his arm against hers and her heart started beating differently.
Inside, while Lucía took the chicken out of the bag, Andrés set out the cutlery and two beers on the table. They ate while talking about a bit of everything: work, apartments, relationships that hadn’t worked out, trips still waiting to be taken. They were so at ease that the half chicken disappeared before they even noticed.
“I think I’ve got something for dessert,” Andrés said, looking at her cleavage without the slightest attempt at subtlety.
“Do you like what you see?” she replied, playing along. “Maybe that’s the dessert.”
“Wait. I have exactly what we need…”
He got up and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving her with the question and a heat that slowly began to rise inside her. He came back almost immediately, with a can of whipped cream in his hand and a smile that needed no explanation.
“This is going to be much better,” he said, coming closer.
Lucía picked up on the hint right away and took off her blouse herself. The last thing she wanted was to get it dirty, she told herself, though the truth was something else. Andrés finished sliding it off her shoulders with deliberate slowness. Then he pressed his mouth to her cleavage and began to work his way over it with his tongue, still over the bra. Her nipples were already pressing through the lace, betraying how hard she was.
It didn’t take him long to unfasten her bra and free her breasts. He wanted to taste her, so he closed his lips over one nipple and then the other, tugging softly with his teeth. Once they were nice and hard, he drizzled a little whipped cream around them and busied himself licking it clean, more and more eagerly each time. The wet sound of his mouth blended with Lucía’s sighs, and she felt herself getting hotter by the second.
So much so that she let herself be led without resistance when he took her hand and guided her to the bedroom. He made her fall onto the bed and returned to her chest, then slowly worked his way down her stomach, planting kisses as he went. Impatient, she snatched the can from his hands and put a blob of whipped cream in her navel. Andrés cleaned it off in a matter of seconds.
Lucía lifted her hips and he took advantage of it to slide her skirt down, revealing a tiny black lace thong that had already slipped between her lips. He ran his tongue over the fabric, tasting her and feeling the jolt she gave when she felt herself being caressed right there. Then he began to lower the garment little by little, kissing every centimeter of skin that came into view.
“It’s been a long time since I felt something like this,” she murmured, her voice rough.
He didn’t answer. He took the whipped cream again and put a good amount between her lips before setting about tasting it, slowly but relentlessly. Every sweep of his tongue over her clit drew a louder moan from Lucía than the last. Soon there was no need for any whipped cream at all: she was completely drenched. Andrés worked her from top to bottom, leaving not a single spot unattended.
She felt herself losing control. She arched her legs, opened wider for him, pushed her hips toward his mouth. When he sensed she was on the edge, Andrés slid two fingers into her slowly, never stopping licking. It was too much. Lucía came out screaming, clamping his head between her thighs, in a long orgasm that ran through her entire body and left her sprawled on the bed, panting, pinching her nipples out of pure instinct.
“What a dessert,” he said, pulling back to look at her. “Creamy and warm.”
“It’s been ages since anyone ate me like that,” she replied, still breathless. “And even longer since I came so hard.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“But I still haven’t had my dessert…”
***
Recovered, Lucía sat up and pushed Andrés onto the mattress. Without the slightest shame, she started rubbing the bulge in his pants while unfastening his belt. She knew exactly what she wanted and nobody was going to take it away from her. In seconds she had pulled down his underwear and his cock was there in front of her, hard and ready. She bent over it without thinking twice.
She began by running her tongue over the entire head, salivating it well, leaving not a millimeter untouched. At the same time she caressed his testicles and slid a finger lower, feeling him grow even harder. Then she took him all the way in, showing everything she’d learned over the years. Andrés was stunned when he felt her chin brushing against him as she swallowed him completely, her tongue toying with him without pause. Pleasure surged through him in waves, growing more intense each time.
Lucía lifted her head to look him in the eyes, savoring how hard she had made him. She licked the shaft following the pattern of the veins and knew he was ready for what came next. Without warning, she climbed on top of him and guided the head to the entrance of her soaking sex. She positioned it properly and, with a single thrust, drove him all the way in. They both shared the same cry at the feel of the friction.
Andrés tried to hold her by the hips to set the rhythm, but she wouldn’t let him. She wanted to ride him her own way. She started moving slowly, taking him in all the way, opening herself centimeter by centimeter, until she found the pace she liked. Then she sped up, rising and falling, feeling his body bounce against her ass with every stroke.
The wetness kept increasing and the pleasure ran wild; she moaned without restraint with every thrust. Andrés lifted his hips to get deeper, intensifying the friction to a point that was hard to bear.
“You’ve got me right there,” he panted.
“Then you’re going to have to wait for me a little,” she told him with a wicked smile.
“For what?”
She didn’t answer. She began to writhe over his body at a frantic pace, feeling the second orgasm erupt inside her. Andrés took her breasts, pinched her nipples, and that was exactly what she needed to cum again, screaming as if there were no one else in the world.
He felt everything: the contractions of her sex squeezing him, the tremble of her thighs. He couldn’t hold back any longer and came inside her in one intense burst. Lucía felt it and moaned even louder, moving like someone possessed in an orgasm that felt eternal. When it finally let up, she collapsed onto him and kissed him passionately, while both their fluids slid between her thighs.
Suddenly her phone rang. It was a text from her afternoon client: for a personal matter, he wasn’t going to be able to see her. Lucía read the message and burst out laughing, and Andrés joined in without really knowing why. They still had the whole afternoon ahead of them. And they still had dessert to share.
