Forbidden Cravings

I stood in the kitchen, cutting vegetables on the chopping board. The knife made steady chopping sounds as I prepared everything. I washed the rice and put it on the stove to cook, then started making a simple chicken dish. The smell of spices slowly began to fill the house.

"Ohhoo, look at the handsome man here cooking on his own," Aeri said with a playful tone. She peeked from the living room and walked into the kitchen, still wearing her oversized hospital gown.

"You are supposed to rest, Aeri..." I said, exhaling as I looked at her.

"I know, I know, mister," she replied, smiling. She came closer and patted my shoulders in a teasing way. "I just came to tell you that I am going for a bath in the meantime while mister chef Ezra is busy cooking for me." She gave my shoulder one last pat and walked past me toward the bathroom.

"Alright, that sounds good," I said, smiling as I watched her go.

"What do you mean ’good’? I couldn’t take a proper bath all this time in the hospital," Aeri called out from inside the bathroom, her voice slightly muffled.

"Yeah... right..." I muttered to myself, nodding slowly while stirring the chicken in the pan.

"Jeez... I feel so sticky sticky," she said to herself. A moment later, I heard the shower turn on with a loud *shwaa* sound. The water was running steadily.

I tried my best to focus on the cooking, chopping more vegetables and stirring the food. But it was hard. I could hear the rustle of her clothes as she took them off. The soft pop of the button on her chest as she removed the gown made my mind wander.

I gulped and kept my eyes on the stove. "Control, Ezra... control..." I muttered quietly under my breath. My face started to feel warm and I could feel myself blushing.

From the bathroom, the sound of water splashing across her body reached my ears. Aeri was humming a soft tune to herself. I could imagine her wiping soap between her legs and over her tits. Then she rubbed the soap on her smooth, big curves of her ass and along her neck before pouring water over her head.

"Ohh God..." I exhaled hard, gripping the spoon tightly. I could feel my dick getting hard inside my pants. The images in my head were too strong, even though I tried to push them away.

The water kept running, and her humming continued. Every splash and movement from the bathroom made it harder for me to concentrate on the food. The chicken was sizzling in the pan, but my mind was somewhere else completely.

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on stirring the curry. "Just cook, Ezra," I whispered to myself. "She needs rest and food, not you getting distracted."

Aeri continued her bath, completely unaware of how much her simple shower was affecting me. The sound of water, her soft humming, and the occasional rustle kept filling the kitchen. I kept cooking, but my face stayed flushed and my body felt tense.

After a few minutes, the rice was almost ready and the chicken curry was bubbling nicely. I turned the flame to low and waited, trying to calm myself down before she came out of the bathroom.

"I should calm down already..." I muttered to myself. I quickly washed my face in the kitchen sink, letting the cold water cool me down. Then I went to my bedroom, grabbed a towel, and wiped my face properly. My heart was still beating a little fast.

I returned to the kitchen and tried to focus on cooking again. It was really hard. My mind kept wandering back to the sounds from the bathroom. I stirred the chicken curry slowly, checking on the rice every few minutes.

After some time, the bathroom door opened. Aeri stepped out with just a white towel wrapped around her chest. Her hair was still wet, and small drops of water were falling from the ends.

"Phewwww... that felt sooo good..." she said, exhaling loudly and stretching her arms high above her head. The towel stretched tight across her chest, and her cleavage became more visible as she moved.

"Good to know," I replied, keeping my back turned toward her while I stood at the hot pot. I didn’t want her to see how affected I was.

Aeri walked out of the kitchen toward the hall to change her clothes. "Damn, it smells so good in here," she called from the stairs as she went up to her room.

"Obviously, I know cooking, girl," I said to myself, raising my eyebrows and stirring the pot with a small smile.

A few minutes later, Aeri came back down. She was wearing her usual blue mini one-piece dress that she liked to wear at home for comfort. The hem of the dress ended just below her groin, showing off her smooth, thick thighs. The top had a deep cleavage that revealed half of her tits, held up by thin single straps on her shoulders. The dress hugged her body tightly around the chest. I remembered the first day I had opened up to her — we had fucked right here in this kitchen, and she had been wearing the exact same dress.

"Ahhm... not yet..." I said, gulping as I looked at her. Her wet hair was falling over her shoulders, and a fresh, clean scent was coming from her body as she casually walked into the kitchen. She looked at the food on the stove with interest.

Aeri leaned against the counter, still looking fresh from her bath. "It smells really nice. What did you make?"

"Simple chicken curry with rice," I answered, trying to keep my voice normal. My eyes kept drifting to her cleavage and smooth thighs, but I forced myself to look back at the pot.

She smiled and came a little closer, peeking into the pan. "Looks yummy. I’m actually hungry now."