Tracy glanced over to Mr. Hayes. He nodded. "I’m ready."
If Gordon knew anything about what was going on, he showed no signs of it. Instead, he went right back to work slicing the fruit-studded pastry with a long, sharp knife.
"Finally, I made a Tahitian vanilla custard tart with seasonal fruits and almond whipped cream. I've been told it's better than sex.” He paused, watching her reaction.
Tracy licked her lips and watched as Gordon's pupils dilated once again. He glanced at her chest and the quickly looked away as he remembered that Mr. Hayes was there as well.
“As you can see, much of this can be prepared ahead of time, meaning that we can have it up, out, and fresh in almost no time at all." He served up three plates of food as if nothing had just happened.
After one more cursory check of the kitchen to make sure that everything was turned off (including the glaring lights), Gordon finally took his seat next to Tracy. It was substantially darker in the room, but there was just enough light to illuminate the table, the kitchen’s tangle of equipment throwing strange-looking shadows onto the opposite wall.
As soon as he sat down, Gordon could tell that the mood in the room had shifted while he was gone. He looked over at Tracy and Mr. Hayes, who looked a little distant.
"Is everything okay?" Gordon asked, his handsome face concerned.
Tracy, finished a bite of the sweet treat and licked a little bit of custard off of the end of her spoon. She knew that both of the men were watching her carefully, and it made the sweet spot between her thighs start to moisten and tingle.
"Actually, everything has been great, Mr. Baxter," she assured him.
Hearing her address him in the same manner as Mr. Hayes made Gordon pause.
Tracy leaned just slightly closer to him and whispered, "Except for one thing."
"What’s that?" he asked.
She stood up and slipped the top of her dress down. Once it was past her shoulders, it fluttered all the way down to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a matching red set of sheer lingerie and stockings. Gordon’s eyes widened like saucers.
"I was thinking that you might want to taste something that I prepared for you."
His eyes darted between her nearly-naked body and Mr. Hayes, who was still seated right behind her. When the two men’s eyes met, Mr. Hayes made a slight nod, giving his silent approval.
“This is a one time offer, Mr. Baxter. My lady requests it, and what she wants, she gets,” Mr. Hayes said after a moment. Still, Gordon was frozen in his seat.
Tracy, seeing his apprehension, knew what she needed to do. She walked over to him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and straddled his lap. The swelling in his cock was already apparent, even through the thick material of his work pants.
She rocked her hips forward and bit her lip.
"It’s okay, Mr. Baxter. I’ve seen the way that you look at me." She grabbed his hands and placed them onto her hips. "I noticed the way your eyes couldn’t help themselves earlier tonight."
"I… I mean...” Gordon's glance darted to Mr. Hayes again, still unsure that this was really happening.
“Do you want this?” Tracy asked, letting him look. She felt beautiful and sexy with the way his pupils dilated and his mouth opened.
He nodded.
“Then please her,” Mr. Hayes commanded.
Tracy leaned forward and pressed her breasts onto Gordon's face. She could feel him take in a deep breath of her while his fingers slowly clamped down onto her soft skin. The sensation of him warming up to the idea was palpable and exciting. Slowly but steadily, his fingers crept up the soft curves of her sides to just below where her bra sat. He wrapped his hands around her and tightened, forcing his hot face deeper into her.
She groaned as he began to kiss his way out of her sexual embrace. Gordon traveled up from between her breasts and nibbled the spot near the base of her neck.
Watching them closely from his seat, Mr. Hayes shifted and caught Tracy’s eye. For a moment, she had been lost in her talented chef’s touch.
"Can you help me, Mr. Hayes?" she asked sweetly.
He stood up and started toward her. He, too, was sporting a thick erection that bulged from under the seams of his pants, begging to be set free.
"Take off my bra," she commanded. Mr. Hayes stood behind her and did exactly as he was told. The springy elastic snapped open and both of her soft tits fell out. He reached around, pressing his meat against her back, and twirled each of her light nipples.