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Shogi Anyone?	By : Shortcake Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: A sweet lemon. Please review.
Tsunade smiled contentedly as she headed to the kitchen. She’d left Gaara and Naruto in Sakura’s room happily playing cards. While she’d warned Naruto not to keep them up too late, it was good to share her apprentice’s joy. Even so, this was the best part of her day. The first time she’d missed dinner, she’d expected to rummage for a sandwich, but instead she found Jiro. He’d insisted on cooking for her and visiting as she ate. There was just something about him; he was so easy to talk to.
The older man smiled from ear to ear at the site of the lovely blonde hokage, “Tsunade! We missed you at supper time. You must be starving.” By now he was anticipating her needs as easily. Jiro quickly produced a bottle of warm sake, two glasses, and a large bowl of soup.
The buxom medic inhaled deeply, the delightful aroma of the hot meal flooding her senses. “Jiro, you are spoiling me.” She smiled as the delicious soup fed her hunger and warmed her soul. “This is the best soup I’ve ever tasted.”
The cook blushed, pouring them both a glass of the sake, “Please, Tsunade, it’s just a little something I whipped up for you. I’m sure you’ve had a long day.” He loved his job. Feeding people was his true passion and the best way he knew to convey his feelings was by making something special. Tsunade was so beautiful, strong, and smart. She was way out of his league, but she seemed to enjoy his company and his cooking.
The unlikely couple sat chatting and sipping sake long after Tsunade finished her meal. Jiro was so easy to chat with, and Sakura had told her he was a man of great character and discretion. He was so average to look at, but the things he could do with food were amazing. She was a bit disappointed that he didn’t seem to have one of his fabulous desserts for her.
Seeing her looking for dessert, Jiro mustered all the courage he could, “Tsunade… you know, Gaara and Sakura are getting married in a few days, and I wondered if you could help me out with something for their gift.”
Tsunade raised an eyebrow at the gentle cook’s sudden nervous demeanor. The two of them had been chatting and flirting for days, but now he was suddenly awkward and almost shy. “I’d be happy to help you any way I can, Jiro. What is it?”
Jiro took a deep breath as he brought several jars from a nearby shelf. His fingers toyed nervously with his apron as he spoke, “You see, I decided to create something special for he young lovers to take on their honeymoon, and I … uh… need some help with testing these.” He motioned to the tray of small jars.
Tsunade picked up a jar and looked at it, trying to determine its contents and purpose in vain. “So… what exactly is this?” She queried.
Jiro blushed. This was difficult, but he was determined to try. “That one is caramel. They are edible body butters and I really need another person to help with the … uh… taste testing… because the flavor changes with… application. I have several flavors and formulations and I just really want it to be special for them.”
A blush flew to Tsunade’s cheeks as she realized the full implications of the friendly cook’s words. “I see… so, in other words, tonight you’d like to be my dessert?” She smiled at the lusty thought. Not waiting for a reply from the clearly anxious man, she opened the caramel jar, dipped her finger in, and spread a dab of the thick cream on the back of her hand. She held the hand out to Jiro invitingly.
The cook smiled, relieved at her reception. He took Tsunade’s hand in his own, then gently brought it to his lips. The luscious caramel mingled with the slightly salty taste of her soft skin on his agile tongue. His lips lingered on her flesh longer than necessary as he relished the feel of her warm, feminine flesh against his sensitive mouth.
Tsunade reached into the jar again, this time dabbing the caramel body butter on Jiro’s cheek. She stepped closer, leaning in to taste his face with her own thorough kiss. She moaned softly at the combined feeling of a man’s flesh against her mouth and the delightful flavor of sweet caramel dancing on her taste buds. “Jiro… That’s amazing.”
Emboldened by her touch, Jiro took another jar, spreading a sample of it’s contents gently across Tsunade’s lower lip. “Coconut.” His hand stayed, cupping her face softly as he leaned in to kiss her slightly parted lips, gently licking at the sweetness, the rich flavor mingling with her natural, slightly fruity essence with a touch of sake, as sensual energy flowed between them.
Tsunade pulled back slightly, licking her own lip to taste the treat he’d left for her as she gazed into his deep brown eyes. “mmm…I love coconut.” She leaned the side of her face against the caress of his hand as she sighed deeply.
“Tsunade, we should take our taste test somewhere more private. My room or yours?” His fingers took in the warm, softness of her skin as his hand trailed along the edge of her beautiful face. She looked so young, yet she was not. She spoke and acted like the mature woman he knew she was, though why she favored a simple man like him, he couldn’t say. Perhaps the way to a woman’s heart really was through her stomach.
She smiled, running her fingers idly through his short salt and pepper hair, “Lead the way, sir.” She didn’t often indulge in sensual pleasures, but Jiro was so thoughtful and so discrete. She felt certain he’d be a good lover. Add in the prospect of sampling his delicious body butters and there was no way Tsunade was passing up this opportunity for an evening of wanton pleasure.
Jiro took the tray of erotic samples, along with their glasses and a fresh bottle of sake to cleanse their palates, “This way, my lady.” He gladly led the curvaceous blonde to his room down the hall.
The elegant, but simple, décor of Jiro’s room matched the man – functional, but also warm and inviting. He motioned Tsunade to sit on the bed as he set the tray on the nightstand. He stepped to the bathroom briefly, returning with washcloths and a bowl of water. Then he took another jar, opened it and lightly spread a sample of the contents on her lower lip. “Milk chocolate” were his only words as he leaned in for a kiss.
She didn’t bother to close her mouth, instead welcoming the flavor of the sweet delight along with the exploratory cook’s tongue. She moaned softly in hedonistic pleasure as the taste of the confection and the feel of his amorous kiss stirred desire in her loins. “That’s… amazing.”
He handed her a cup of sake, “Have a sip dear, to clear your taste buds.” He winked as she took a generous sip of the sake, handing the cup back to him as he brought out the next sample. “Strawberry cream” he smoothed the light pink spread on her lip, once again leaning in for them to taste it together in a kiss.
Tsunade moaned again as the flavor of a fruity summer dessert drew memories of picnics past into her present moment of bliss. “Jiro… that’s so good.” Feeling warm with arousal, she quickly shed her haori on the floor, then taking the sake cup again, she emptied it, wanting the alcohol to release her inhibitions for the night.
Jiro chuckled, “You only need a sip of sake, dear. But please, have as much as you like. The last one is hazelnut.” He spread the luscious hazelnut butter on her lower lip, going in for a heavy kiss once more.
There was something exotic about the hazelnut. Tsunade’s moan of pleasure told of her longing for more as their tongues danced with the sweet, nutty flavor melting between them.
Finally pulling away, Jiro asked, “Do you have a favorite?”
Tsunade nodded thoughtfully, “Jiro, they are all delicious, but I like the strawberry cream the best.”
Jiro raised an eyebrow, “Interesting… I would have pegged you as a milk chocolate woman. I suppose there is much about you that I don’t know yet. May I … taste the samples on other places?” His deep voice nearly growled with lust as his fingers trailed across her ample bosom.
“Be my guest.” Tsunade replied, her cheeks flushed with a combination of desire and alcohol intoxication. She dropped her obi, letting her blouse fall open, then swiftly unhooked her bra, leaving her large tits bouncing freely with her heavy breaths.
Jiro groaned at the sight of her rosy, full breasts, taking a moment to admire them, his eyes drinking in every detail of the hard, pink nipples yearning for his touch. He took his time applying the hazelnut body butter to her right nipple and the milk chocolate to the left. Then he locked his dark brown eyes in an ardent gaze with her soft brown ones. He leaned in, gently lowering her torso to the bed. “You are so beautiful.” His hands caressed her large soft breasts as his tongue lapped eagerly at each nipple in turn. Her tits were fantastic, soft, supple, warm, more than a handful; his hands and mouth explored and tasted eagerly.
She moaned and mewled as he touched her in all the right ways, the slight stubble of his evening beard brushing against the sensitive skin of her areolas as he licked the sweet from her nipples, the arousal in her core slowly building as they learned each other’s bodies. Her hands roamed across his head and shoulders, caressing him as he fondled and sampled her.
When Jiro finally came up from Tsunade’s bosom, not only was every trace of body butter gone from her voluptuous body, but the cook had a raging hard-on in his pants. He handed her the strawberry cream, “Your turn, my dear.” He leaned back on his elbows next to her, one hand still lingering on her delightful breasts.
A sultry grin spread across her face as she loosened his pants, pulling them off completely. His liberated member was much like the rest of Jiro, a very average physical specimen, but sexy nonetheless. She stroked him gently a few times, bringing him to full attention. He grunted as she deftly applied the sweet body butter, slowly spreading the confection up his shaft. The curious mingling of a drop of pre-cum with the glaze caught her attention, so she leaned in to lick that first. “Oh! It tastes so good with you, Jiro. I must have more.”
The suddenly voracious blonde lapped eagerly at his cock, the strawberry delight mingling with his natural, earthy flavor to her lascivious pleasure. She licked and stroked eagerly as the cook’s fingers ran through her hair, his moans and grunts adding to her lust as she suckled his hard cock. It was every bit as compelling to her as a fruity popsicle on a hot summer day. Except it was winter, and the hottest thing she felt was between her legs.
Not wanting him to finish too soon, Tsunade brought him near the edge of ecstasy, then stopped, taking time to remove her own pants and letting him shed the rest of his clothes as well. “Jiro, I want you.”
The chef simply smiled back, “Tsunade, how could I deny you anything you want?” as he climbed onto her beautiful body. His hand went to the prize between her well-toned thighs, the moist blonde curls fueling his own craving to join their bodies. He captured her lips again with his own, the lingering flavors of chocolate, hazelnut, strawberry and their own flesh serving to heighten the experience for the mature lovers.
She spread her legs, her hand guiding his erect member to her ready entrance as their tongues continued the erotic dance above.
Jiro thrust into her slowly at first. Uncertain if it was her jutsu or her natural athleticism, the tightness that greeted him was an enchanting surprise. He groaned with pleasure as her firm core squeezed him rhythmically. He set a slow pace, grinding into her clit with each stroke.
The experienced man knew what he was doing, Tsunade had to give him that. His teasing drove her wild, words forsaken for animalistic grunts as she longed for him to go on. She wrapped her legs around his torso. Her hips thrust in time with his as she prolonged the grind of his pelvis against hers as much as she could. Her fingers ran across his back, desperately grabbing for more of him.
Jiro leaned his forehead against hers as he picked up the pace, no longer able to hold back as passion drove them towards their peak. He reached a hand between them, stroking her clit as he neared the top, making sure she was well pleased. “Tsunade… come for me.” His deep voice called to her as he neared the point of no return himself.
She was already a mess, but when he stroked her clit with his deft fingers, Tsunade was completely lost. The orgasm shook her body as she cried out his name, “Ahhh, Jiro!”
The feel of her tight walls squeezing with her peak sent him over the cliff as well. Jiro shot streams of white, thick essence into her as he rode out the orgasm. He grunted as he finally stilled inside her, his body resting atop hers as they both panted for air.
The two lovers cuddled in their post-coital bliss. Jiro pulled the blankets over their naked bodies as he placed gentle kisses on her voluptuous form.
Tsunade, traced her fingers idly over his back and chest, playfully squeezing at his love handles. She smiled, “I’m sure Gaara and Sakura will appreciate your gift, Jiro.”
The chef smiled as he drew her close, nestling her head on his shoulder. “The taste test was spectacular. That much is certain.” He kissed the top of her head as they drifted off to sleep.
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