Bonsai Hunting

She beamed at me. "Dinner first, then dishes. If you're lucky you'll get your just desserts." That was met with a sharp glancing swipe with her hand across my scalp.

"I'm having a shower," she said as she stood up leaving me on the floor, "don't worry I'll be quick."

I sat on the couch and watched the light disappear over the lake. It may have stopped raining. I thought about all that had transpired over the weekend. I thought about Aya. I heard the water turn off in the bathroom. I contemplated going to 'help' her dry off. That little devil was still sitting on my shoulder, holding me back.

She came out with her pink housecoat, slippers and the towel wrapped around her hair. "Your turn."

"Aya, can I borrow your razor?" She stared at me for a moment. I was waiting for the response question.

"You most certainly can." She flashed a big, toothy smile.

I hate shaving with soap instead of shaving crème. I thought about where the razor had been then realized I'd not seen any hair in her armpits or legs either.

As I dressed myself after the shower I called to her from my bedroom, "Ay-ah?"

"Yes?"

"You're not crying are you?"

"No, why?"

"It's just that I've never met anyone that sheds tears as quickly as you."

"That's not all I shed quickly," she said as I walked out of the bedroom.

She was standing there naked, smiling. All the blinds were drawn.

"I'll say!" We both broke out laughing.

"Am I that predictable Rob?" she asked giggling.

"No, Aya," I said wiping a tear from my eye, "you're many things, but predictable ain't one of them."

We stood in front of each other. I was soaking up her naked beauty. She was smirking back at me.

"Appetizers before dinner?" I asked hopefully.

"No, I think that'll just ruin dessert. You can come and help me cook dinner," she turned to walk back to the kitchen area, then turned her head back to me and said, "but not dressed like that."

I peeled my clothes off.

"Put some music on Rob, you pick."

I put on Steely Dan's - Can't Buy A Thrill. Aya's hips immediately started to sway to the beat of Do It Again. What a sexy woman.

"What ch'ya makin'?" I asked as I sat down on the island stool, my prick standing in the air. She had already made a salad.

"You'll see," she smirked at me, as she handed me two large potatoes and potato peeler.

I loved watching her bum as she leant over to pull something from the bottom of the fridge. What a tease. She knew it and she loved it. So did I. I loved watching her tits sway and her nipples poke through her hair as her shoulders gently danced to the music. I loved watching the big grin on her pretty face as she unwrapped a package of pink meat in her slender fingers. She picked up her empty wine glass, looked straight into my eyes, smiled and gave the empty glass a little shake.

I was off the stool in a flash looking for the bottle of Beaujolais. I grabbed it and my unfinished wine glass. Aya stood on the other side of the island with her arm extended holding her empty glass.

"So the seduction is complete is it?" I asked as I poured her wine.

"Pretty much, don't you think?" She smiled at me as I sat back on the stool. "There's only one more thing I need to do," she added as she sipped her wine.

"What's that?"

"Teach you to cook."

Back into the fridge she went in search of something. She wiggled her bum at me, knowing I watched intently. She came out with a bag of green beans and a smirk on her face.

"No fair. I've got the hots for teacher!"

She passed me a small cutting board and knife. I still hadn't finished peeling the potatoes.

"It's fair, you teach me bonsai, I'll teach you to cook."

Aya dumped the beans out on the counter in front of me then flipped the little plastic bag inside out, giving it a shake. I watched her add a couple of tablespoons of flour into the bag.

"How long did you say it takes to learn bonsai?"

"A lifetime," I answered.

Aya had a massive grin on her face.

Hook, line and sinker.

Aya seductively walked to her bedroom and immediately returned. She had pulled her hair back and added a scrunchie to secure it. I'd not seen her with a ponytail. She looked delicious.

Aya placed one of the two pieces of meat into the bag. It was about the size of my hand and probably three quarters of an inch thick. She twisted the bag with some air in it and flipped it upside down shaking the bag, coating the meat with flour. She added the second piece of meat and did the same.

"Pork," she said as I watched intently. I returned to peeling the potatoes as she plugged the kettle in. Two empty pots were placed on the counter next to me. "Cut the potatoes in half," she said. I did. She took the pot, washed the potatoes and added water. The pot went on the stove and turned onto high.

Aya pulled four eggs and a little bag of something out of the fridge, giving me another enticing peek. She pulled two bowls and one plate out of the cabinet. Two eggs were cracked into one bowl, the baggy emptied into the other. The other two eggs were set aside.

"Panko crumbs," she said.

"What's a panko?"

"A crunchier breadcrumb," she answered as she pinched a little in her fingers and walked around to my side of the island. "Taste?" I stood up to meet her fingers with my mouth but instead she dusted her little black landing strip with the crumbs.

When I looked back up to her, with I'm sure my eyes bugged out, she had a huge grin on her face.

Down I went. I clutched her bum as I teased each crumb out from her soft, curly black hairs with my tongue. I couldn't help but extend my tongue to her clit too. Her hips swayed a little. My cock swelled again.

I looked up to her, "You're right, they are crunchie," I said trying to keep a straight face.

Smiling down to me she said, "You're learning fast." She spun around on her heels and walked back to her side of the island.

I tried to trim the beans but was completely distracted by Aya's back and bum as she washed and trimmed mushrooms in the sink. I could have watched her all day. Butter and olive oil were added to a small fry pan, quartered mushrooms were added into the pan with a couple of cracks of black pepper. She turned the ring on. I loved watching Aya's tits jiggle as she gave the meat bag a couple of more shakes.

Cooking has never been so much fun.

The CD had ended and I replaced it with Annie Lennox's -- Diva.

I returned to the island to watch as Aya pulled two boullion cubes out from a drawer. She held each one out in front of me so that I could read the label. Mushroom. Beef. She crumbled them into a mug and added boiling water. She squeezed lime juice into the mug.

"Sorry, all out of lemon."

I was totally mesmerized by her. She was a living, breathing angel. Completely in her element as her hips swayed to the music. Aya whipped the eggs up with a fork, she added a little milk and whipped again.

"Come here Rob, I need you to tell me if the ratio of milk and egg is right."

I slipped around to her side of the island, like I'm going to know. Grinning at me she dipped her left nipple into the egg-milk, "Taste," holding up her breast. I did, sucking her nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around. I could feel her nipple harden under my tongue.

"Maybe just a bit more milk," I said trying to keep a straight face.

She added another drop or two and swirled it about with her fork. She dipped her right nipple into the mixture. "Taste," cupping up her breast. My mouth went to her right away, sucking and swirling until that nipple was hard too.

"Much better," I said. She had a huge grin on her face.

"I don't know, I think I'll need to try." She picked up the bowl of egg mixture and dipped the head of my semi-erect cock into it. Immediately she dropped to her knees and sucked my cockhead into her mouth, swirling her tongue around. My cock started to harden immediately. "Perfect," she said as she rose to her feet, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

My eyeballs were rolling around.

"Finish trimming the beans."

I returned to my task, seriously questioning if I could make it until dinner before my head, or something else, exploded. Aya added the mug of boullion into the fry pan with the mushrooms. She picked up the little pot with the trimmed beans, washed them and added some water. She turned the pot on.

"Do you have any sherry or Marsala?"

"I have sherry," I hopped off the stool. My extended dick flopped against my thighs as I made my way to the make-shift mini-bar.

She turned the oven on to two hundred. Then after poking the potatoes with a knife turned them off and drained the pot in the sink. She continued to dance to the music. With her gorgeous back to me she picked up her empty wine glass, held it to the side and gave it a little shake.

"Red or white." What an obedient puppy I'd become.

"White."

I pulled a bottle of Vouvray from the fridge and opened it. Aya was drying her glass up as I came up to her.

"Nice, a little sweet though."

Pull Vouvray off my shopping list.

Aya dipped the first meat slice into the egg completely coating it, then dipped it into the Panko crumbs, flipped it several times until it was coated too. She held her wine glass in her left hand, still swaying to the music, as her right hand repeated the process with the second slice of meat. I considered her exposed, vulnerable breasts for a split second, then I recalled the lesson learned from earlier in the day. God only knows what would happen if I reached for them again.

Two large fry pans were pulled out and placed on the stove. Each had olive oil added to them and turned on. She found a spatula and set it aside. She sliced a shallot up on the cutting board and added it to one of the fry pans. The cooked potatoes were sliced and added too. She turned down the ring just a touch.

It occurred to me she wasn't reading a cookbook, she wasn't measuring anything. Had I been trying to cook a fancy meal, everything would be laid out beforehand, everything measured, a timer set next to me. This girl was a natural, she was making it up as she went along. No lemons? Ha! lime instead. Sherry or Marsala? What if I had neither? Coating the meat with one hand while sipping wine and dancing at the same time? Holy shit!

"Were you a chef before you started selling heat exchangers?"

"No. Why?" She had a bit of a startled look on her face.

"Where did you learn to cook?"

"My mother taught me."

"Was she a chef?"

"No, she's a cleaning lady. My father is a tailor. They're both still working. We weren't poor, but we weren't rich either. My mother taught me to make do with what we had in the kitchen."

I gazed at Aya, I think in a bit of disbelief.

"What about your parents. Where are they?"

"Buried. They're both dead."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"My dad drowned when I was twenty two. He was fishing. His fly was undone when they pulled him from the lake."

"What does that mean?"

"He was pissing off the side of the boat and fell in."

"Oh."

"About forty percent of male drowning victims in Ontario are found with their fly undone."

"Oh."

"My mother died eight months later."

"Of a broken heart?"

"No, a broken tooth. She reacted to an anesthetic on the dentist's chair and went into an anaphylactic shock. They couldn't revive her."

"I'm so sorry Rob." Aya had a genuine look of sorrow in her face.

"Do you have any other brothers and sisters, aside from the one you're working for?"

"No, do you?"

"I have an older sister. She lives in LA."

"Oh," she said in an upbeat voice, "what does she do?"

"Raises two boys. She was a little wild at first, but she settled down, got married, bought a house, now she's raising two boys. She's doing okay. Her husband Bruce is a lawyer."

"Do you keep in touch with her?"

"Rarely. She's pretty well integrated into the husband's family."

Aya gazed off over my head.

"My sister and I split the estate. I was all of twenty three. We each got about forty five grand. I put a down payment on a house, she took off to LA."

Aya didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry Aya, your Prince Charming isn't rich. I'm sorry you're disappointed."

"I'm not disappointed. I'm just a little worried. You're so alone."

"I'm not alone Aya, I have you."

"Yes you do," she smiled, came around to me and gave me a big, fat kiss. "You do have me. And I have you." My hand slid down her bum. It was warm. I felt so lucky just to touch her skin.

"Go set the table," she said as she walked off to her bedroom.

"Hey what are you doing?" I objected as she walked back wearing her pink housecoat. She stopped in her track as soon as I spoke.

"Okay, I'll take the housecoat off, but you're frying the meat." She sat down on my side of the island and picked up her glass of wine. "Come on let's go."

Hesitantly I walked to the stove. "Pick up one schnitzel and gently place it in the fry pan."

"Oh, so that's what we're making." I slid the meat into the fry pan, it immediately sizzled up. "Oh shit!" Hot oil was splattering back at me, "Ahh!" One hit my cock, "Ahhhh!"

Aya was laughing, "Turn the heat down a little." I did. She got up and pulled a piece of paper towel off the rack and found an elastic band. "Come here," she said. She wrapped the paper towel around my cock and secured it with the elastic band. "I've got to protect the goods, now go on. Go turn it over."

Splat. "Ahh." Splat. "Oww." I ran and got her housecoat to the sound of laughter.

Having returned to my rightful place at the kitchen island with my skin and dignity more or less intact, I watched Aya as she calmly slid one schnitzel onto a plate and put it into the oven and added the second one to the fry pan. Effortlessly she moved between fry pans stirring, flipping. The beans were cooked, drained and turned off.The second schnitzel joined the first in the oven. Scrapings from the schnitzel pan were added to the mushroom and boullion, a bit of sherry was added too. She was like a maestro conducting a culinary symphony, eggs were cracked and fried. During all of this she had managed to wash some fresh parsley and was chopping it up on a board.

"Take the salad to the table and come back with the plates." I did. "Put something classical on." I put on Gustav Holst's - The Planets. Mars the Bringer of War started.

I returned just in time to watch Aya put a schnitzel on each plate, she then scooped half of the mushroom gravy onto each schnitzel then carefully surrounded each with fried potatoes and green beans. Each schnitzel was then topped with a sunny side up fried egg, which was then topped with two anchovy fillets laid in a crisscross pattern. Then each plate was sprinkled with fresh parsley and capers.

I gazed up in astonishment as Aya picked up each plate. She was naked again and her hair was splayed out. "Holstein Schnitzel," she said, "in more or less the traditional style." The plates were on display in front of me, just below her boobs. "Presentation is everything," she said with a grin.

I held her chair out for her as she sat down.

The meal was taster than I could have imagined. The meat was juicy, the batter crisp. The broth was earthy, rich and when the runny egg yolk collided with everything...out of this world!

It dawned on me that if Aya and I were going to get together after the trip, which I certainly hoped and intended to, that I would land up dying fat. Fat and happy, but still fat. I fully wanted to participate in her, or rather my, private cooking classes.

There were a lot of dishes to do, which we did together. I thanked her profusely for the meal as we washed and dried. With a tea towel in one hand and a succession of pots and pans in the other I thanked her with kisses on her cheek, on each boob and nipple. I swept her hair to the side and thanked her neck and her ear, her shoulder, her belly, her forehead and her lips. Many times I thanked her lips. She was most appreciative.

"I see you're ready for dessert," she said with a grin on her face. I certainly was.

"You know we have to get up earlier in the morning?" I hated to have to change the tone.

"You know your bed is a mess from last night?" It never stops with her.

The dishes were finally finished and packed away. I hung the tea towel up to dry.

"Do you want to do some packing up tonight or do it all in the morning?" I asked.

"In the morning I think, I wouldn't mind a little dessert though."

"Oh? What did you have in mind?"

She wrapped her arms around the small of my back and gazed up at me. My cock was poking into her. With eyes wide open and all innocent she said, "I'd like a big lollypop." A big smile broke out across her face. "I have a cupcake for you...if you're interested."

I was interested alright.

I loaded up the stove with split logs, shut the lights off then went to the washroom. It was a little sad really. I knew that no new adventure was going to be waiting for us the next day. Simply an arduous drive back home, then back to reality. I found her on her bed. She was cross-legged, her pink pussy splayed wide open, beckoning me in. She looked a little sad. I sat down across from her, also cross-legged and picked up her hands in mine. Our knees touched.

"Aya, don't start crying on me."

She gave me a crooked smile.

"Rob, what's going to happen when we get back home?"

I sighed, "Seven and half hours drive, holiday Monday cottage country traffic, we'll be lucky if we're home by six."

"No, I mean after that."

"I have to work on Tuesday."

She gave my hands a shake. Her face was all serious. "Between you and me?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Aya, do you have any idea of how much work you have ahead of you? You have four trees, plus a dozen larches that you have to deal with. I have two."

She seemed puzzled at my response.

"Each of those trees is anywhere between six and twelve hours work, just to get them into a training pot. Less so for the larches, they're just little. So for your trees alone, realistically, you're looking at fifty hours of work. And there's a timeline. When we get back, I predict, you will be amazed. All the trees in the city will be in full leaf, as if it's summer. These puppies that we're bringing back are going to roar back with a vengeance."

Aya seemed totally perplexed.

"Aya do you have potting medium, lots of it? Do you have sifters to be able to separate soil into different sizes? Do you have training pots ready? Of the right size. Do you have wood and the tools necessary to make training boxes?"

She seemed almost white.

"I'm just talking about stabilizing them. Not styling them. That's a whole different thing."

She looked as if she was going to cry again.

"Well, I've got all that stuff. Remember I'm your bonsai guru. We have a deal. Bonsai, cooking. We are going to clean and prepare your four trees and my two, plus the larches together. We are going to be very busy for the next couple of weeks...if you're okay with that."

She was beaming.

"Aya, as far as the bonsai hunt is concerned, we're only halfway through. As far as Aya and Rob go..." She jumped on me pinning me down underneath her. She kissed me before I could finish my sentence. She was pulling at my dick as she covered me with kisses. I managed to push her off so I could finish. "Aya, do you remember lesson number one?"

She lifted her head off mine while still holding my cock. She had a bit of a puzzle expression, "Move slowly and gently, no thrashing about?"

"Yes, exactly. That's how we'll do it. Okay?"

She kissed me with a fire I'd not seen nor felt before. Her eyes were welling up again. She barely lifted her wet lips from mine and whispered, "Do you remember lesson number two?"

I slipped two fingers into her pussy. They went in without friction.