The Dietician and the Foodie

Synopsis:   Demeter Thanopoulos has been a dietician her whole life, no encumbrances, no worries, simply carefree.   One day, she accidentally bumps into a Foodie named Frank at her local organic mart, ‘Harvest Land’, and her perspective is forever changed.  

Chapter 1--I Never Indulge

Demeter hardly ever gave in to her sweet tooth.   Any time she ever did, she could remember the harsh, brash, inconsiderate father warning her how eating too many sweets would make her fat and unattractive.    Subsequently her mother divorced her dad because he was a belligerent drunk and tended to hit both her and her mom.   They sought help at a women’s shelter to escape him and Demeter swore off men.    She had plenty of love of herself in her life without the hassle and drama relationships could cause.  

It was Thursday, and for a November day, the weather was surprisingly agreeable.   Indian summer was still grasping the state in its warm embrace and no one was complaining.  

Demeter had gone for a run and she wanted to make her own California rolls.  She could’ve just gone to a sushi joint not far from her house but she was particularly exceptional in making her own variety.    

At Harvest Land, the local organic grocery store, Demeter shopped for ingredients for Greek, Japanese, Italian and Indian cuisine.    She was having cravings for all of these foods recently.   She supposed they reminded them of her mother, who died only a few months ago.  

After buying what ingredients she needed she sneaked into the freezer section to buy some Halo Top ice cream.   She heard her angel self harumph and declare,

‘I never indulge !  You shouldn’t now, Demeter !’   Her devil self poked her neck, goading her on.  

‘Take it !  It’s less than 100 calories !  You can just run it off tomorrow !’   Shooing off her urge to never indulge she figured one wouldn’t hurt her.    Just then, a rather handsome man bumped into her.   He adored food, but he didn’t look overweight.  In fact, he looked fit and energetic.    She had been wrong about how she felt about foodies.    She felt her blood rise to her cheeks when she looked over this man she had just run into.   

Chapter 2--Let’s Give This a Shot  

‘Sorry about that.  I was distracted by the ice cream myself.’, the foodie said, helping her get Birthday Cake ice cream for himself and Demeter.   He introduced himself to her with a firm handshake.   She was amazed with the softness of his hands.   He seemed to be a fitness guru with how muscular he was.  

‘I’m new to the neighborhood.   I’m Frank Leon.   I know this seems a bit impulsive of me, but would you like to show me around ?  Seems like you’d know your way around.’, Frank stated, his pearly whites gleaming.   His charisma was irresistible and she only wanted to get to know him more.    

‘Absolutely, let’s give it a shot, Frankie.’, Demeter said, walking beside him out of Harvest Mart.    He bent his arm for her to loop her’s around it.  

‘Chivalry isn’t dead.’, she grinned brilliantly.   Frank was nothing if but a gentleman around her, falling more in love with her every time he looked in her eyes.  

Chapter 3--Like Kids

That weekend, Demeter and Frank went to a roller rink.  Demeter wore her best punky/grunge get up and wore a little makeup but not too much.    She hadn’t been on a date since middle school and wasn’t certain of what the etiquette was for a first date but she knew she needed to be herself.    

Frank was dressed in casual attire.   His faun hair curled over his light grey eyes and his full lips parted to reveal a winning smile.   He looked incredible, especially in his jeans, which accentuated his round tuchus and remarkable legs.    

Frank wove his athletic legs back and forth as he threaded the needle in the roller rink.   He made skating look effortless.    Demeter was less poised and found herself falling on her rear.  

‘Here, let me help you.  I can teach you.’, Frank said, holding her around the waist.  The sensation of being held felt remarkable, especially the tingling Demeter had in her nether regions.   She hadn’t felt this electrified in so long, she had nearly forgotten what that scintillating sensation was.   She could sense Frank’s heat and adored his hands in hers.    She boldly leaned over the railing circling the rink and kissed Frank, hotly.   Their tongues danced wildly together.   

‘Shouldn’t we be taking things slow ?’, Frank asked, feeling his lingam awaken from its slumber.    He hadn’t had an erection this strong or hard in months.    

‘We’re both consenting adults.   I know we have love for each other.   When we first met, I felt it deep within the matrix of my heart.’, Demeter said, leaning in close for another passionate kiss.   Knowing that the rink would be closing down for the evening and not many people were around nosing into their business, they could have the executive suite in the back all to themselves.   It was a place where people socialized, played video games, air hockey and foosball to unwind.   The floors were unusually soft, even enough to take one’s shoes off.  

Chapter 3--Crazin’ on the Soft Shag Carpet

Frank lifted Demeter up easily off the rink and helped her out of her roller skates.   Tenderly, with shaky hands, they undressed each other and began kissing hungrily.   Demeter laughed coquettishly when Frank nibbled her neck and lightly sucked and licked her earlobe.  It was turning her on more and more though.   She tossed off his shirt and ran her fingernails lightly up and down his chest, smooching his nipples.   Frank groaned animalistically and nibbled Demeter’s breasts once he had unhooked her bra with a flourish.    

‘My God you’re stunning.’, he said, admiring the curve of her pert breasts and their rise and fall against his skin.   He had never felt such velveteen flesh against his before.   Her porcelain skin was perfect, unflawed, with a smattering of birthmarks giving her the look of a cheetah.   

‘You’re quite handsome yourself.’, Demeter complimented.   He dribbled off her pants and panties and gazed in astonishment at the perfection in her curves.  Trailing his fingers up and down her sides, he thrilled at her girlish giggles and her contented sighs.   Playfully he blew a raspberry on her armpit.  

‘What was that for ?’, she fired back, pinning him to the ground.   His penis was already at full force, completely erect, poking its head out of his briefs.   He was rather well endowed but Demeter didn’t seem put off by the size.   It was not the size that counted, they both knew that.   

Demeter was a virgin but she had read about the art of lovemaking.   

‘It’s like riding a bike.’, she heard the analogy in her immense mind.   Frank too, had never been with a woman but he felt his anxiety melt as Demeter straddled him.   He slipped inside her, the warmth of her body overtook him.   She bobbed slowly, up and down, working her hips deliberately.   It drove him crazy but the sensations he felt were indescribable.    

He soon turned the tables on her and angled his body to penetrate her deeper, his thrusts more deliberate.    She was speaking in many different languages, and exclaiming whenever she climaxed.   He felt himself erupt finally and quivered.   He wasn’t expecting waterworks, but the tears wouldn’t stop falling.   

‘Oh, honey…’, she said, holding him close.   

‘Don’t tell anyone I cried.’, Frank said, trying to hide his gaze.   Demeter adjusted herself into his embrace and faced him, kissing away his tears.

‘Tears aren’t anything to be ashamed of.  It just means you have a big heart.’, Demeter assuaged him.   Frank nuzzled her neck and sighed.

‘You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.   I love you.’, he sophistically said before drifting off into a peaceful delta sleep.  

Chapter 4--Playing Out a Fantasy

That morning, the two went their own ways and returned to the jobs they enjoyed but kept in close contact.   Frank would send saucy texts to Demeter, remarking on how her beauty haunted him and gave him erotic thoughts every moment.   

‘There’s a Ren Faire this weekend.   I know it isn’t traditional or historically accurate but I have always wanted to play a Knight.’, Demeter said.

‘It wouldn’t be entirely inaccurate.  Remember Joan of Arc !’, Frank chimed in, astutely.  

The Renaissance fair was sensational.   Frank was decked out as a powerful alchemist and Demeter looked particularly fetching as a young paladin.    She carried a sparkling sword at her side, one that had been passed down through her family for years.   She secured it to a notch in the back of her armor to keep it safe.   This weapon was only for show, and she intended to keep it that way.

‘Woah, Demeter !  You look bad assed !’, Frank complimented, shooting a photo of them together.    Frank grinned cheesily.   

‘You look glorious.’, Demeter said.   There was a tent that was unused by anyone else and no one had come to claim it.  

‘I feel as if you have cast a spell on me, mage.’, Demeter said as she unbuckled her breastplate.   Nothing was underneath it, save for some soft linen cloth to avoid chaffing.   The gossamer fabric made her look very faye and the enchanter became enchanted in her disrobing.  

Demeter took control, unlacing Frank’s cape, dazzling him with it in a sort of parody of the Arabic Dance in the Nutcracker.  

‘Ooo, how sultry and how festive.’, he said.   She kissed his cheek and trailed it with her fingertips.   Her touch sent lava hot blood through his system, it intoxicated him and made him feel as if he were levitating.   Piece by piece, Demeter stripped her lover until he was wearing nothing but a brilliant smile.    There was a hammock, inexplicably hung, in the middle of the room.

‘Wanna try something different ?’, Demeter suggested, arching her eyebrow in a sexy manner.    Frank returned a saucy grin, not knowing where this was headed but trusted her intimately.     He let her lead, getting him into the hammock and easing herself down on his already rock hard manhood.   She moaned sweetly.

‘Your wand gives me so much pleasure.’, she sighed, rocking back and forth.   The motion of the hammock made them both feel like they were flying and actually accentuated the rhythm of their lovemaking.  

Demeter changed positions mid stride, hearing Frank’s soft grunt of approval.   He held her buttocks tight, watching her and feeling himself inside of her.   He felt everything inside him exploding until he finally climaxed.   Demeter had already come many times but at long last they came together and collapsed.   They heard footsteps approaching and quickly scampering away.  

‘I think we’d better skedaddle while the daddling is good.’, Frank offered.   Immediately getting dressed the couple kissed one last time before departing but they were still light-headed after their encounter.   Each time they were intimate was better than the last.   If anything, the two knew they had to tie the knot and the sooner they did the easier their lives would be.

Epilogue

It wasn’t so bad living with a Foodie, especially one that was health conscious.   Frank was lean, buff and clean cut.   Even after he had married Demeter, their sex life was unreal.  They would play sexual Dungeons & Dragons and naughty versions of board games with their own rules.   They never overdid it and never got tired.   Even when babies came into the picture they found themselves becoming more responsible but the flame between them never snuffed out.    It only grew hotter, spicier and better with age as all things often do.

The End