As the hot water flowed down my body and over my breasts, I began thinking of George. I felt my nipples begin to get hard and my clit throb. I slowly ...an my fingertips around each of my nipples, pinching each one gently; this sent a feeling of pleasure through my body. I continued to run my hands along my body stopping at my pussy which was throbbing and very wet. I slowly began to rub my hard clit back and forth causing myself to let out a moan. I then stuck one finger inside my wet hole. When the coast was clear, she pulled the zipper down and my hard cock sprang into action.She let out a pleasant sigh, not in exasperation, and started to stroke it with her left hand. She maneuvered her thumb around the head and my cock solidified to a point I had never noticed before. “Oh,” I barely let out in surprise as she wrapped her lips around my pulsating member.She ran her tongue up and down the shaft as her lips went from the base to the tip. She didn’t rush; she was slow and. “Wait!” His volume startled me and I pulled my hands away. “This isn’t how I pictured this. Not here at least.” With the last couple of words his gaze was full of longing as it fell on my breasts.“It’s ok, Aaron.” Sitting back on my feet, I lifted off the thin covering that was my shirt, fully exposing my ample bosom. Taking one in each hand, I began to play with my aching nipples. I half dared half begged him with my eyes to reach out and touch one. I could see it on his face that he wanted to. "I was sitting there with my James Beard recipe calculating how much batter it took to make three dozen popovers at a time. My recipe only made six. What's six times 'a dash?'This would be my first full evening actually in the kitchen and it was one of their two busiest nights. He wants popovers. I'm fifteen, man! What are you trying to do to me?I baked popovers. Three times servers came back wanting more before the second batch was out of the oven. I upped the recipe to four dozen at a time.