"It's my 'sauce-on-your-dinner' theory," Greg said to Liz with a smile.

Liz laughed at Greg's comment, even though the conversation had already provided plenty of humour.

"You might enjoy only a few dishes, but as long as you can add something to make them appetising, you can still look forward to a little of what you fancy without getting bored," Greg explained.

"Is your cupboard full of magical flavours to add to your limited menu, then?" Liz asked, finding herself drawn in by Greg's defiant defence of sticking with what you know and using other variables to ensure boredom never became an issue.

Liz and Greg had begun talking when they discovered that the bus they had intended to take had been cancelled. Others had taken advantage of the free taxi offer to get to their destinations, but Liz had only planned to visit somewhere for a trip down memory lane, and she lived close enough to the bus terminal to walk home. Greg had planned a nostalgic day trip to a small town where he had lived briefly, but when his schedule changed, his appetite for the excursion faded.

"I think this going-nowhere duo should adjourn to my humble abode to discuss the finer points of your 'sauce' ideas," Liz said, in an out-of-character display of boldness.

"I don't have any stars for my culinary skills, but all my dishes are cooked to order. If you want my sauce kept away from your main, that's fine, but a drizzle over the centrepiece is no problem either," Greg explained.

Greg's comment made Liz giggle, and she responded in keeping with the tone of the exchange.

"I'm one of those nightmare customers who can't decide what she wants. I might think I'd like slow-cooked, but then I get a craving for flash-fried. At least you've only got one troublesome diner to satisfy, not a roomful," Liz laughed.

"Do I crack the 'amuse bouche' joke now, or save it for later?" Greg laughed as Liz led him into her home.

Liz and Greg lost no time undressing each other, and Liz was eager to direct her chef as he eased her knickers off and onto the bedroom floor.

"You stir my simmering clam sauce, and I'll whip up some of your cheffy foam so you can dress my main," Liz laughed, delighted by how horny the shared silliness had already left her.

Liz sighed happily as soon as Greg's manual blender slipped into her simmering saucy clam dish. She was thrilled by the slow motions that washed juices over her steaming mollusc, and the prospect of receiving some cheffy foam on her main made her swim in an ocean of excitement.

"My clam's plumped up and straining in its shell. I'll need to start whisking up some foam for the main soon, or service will be all over the place," Liz shouted excitedly.

Greg responded by mixing more vigorously. Liz felt her inner gas mark rising, so she decided it was time to prepare the dressing for her main course.

Liz and Greg worked in harmony to ensure their culinary duties were synchronised. Greg's manual blender sent Liz to the top table, accompanied by her giggles. Liz dressed herself in a generous helping of Greg's sauce, which, when dispensed, would have reached a neighbouring table of diners if there had been one.

Greg's efforts excited Liz, prompting her to ring her own service bell and cry out in triumph. The blend of salty foam and clam juice was a culinary masterpiece, and its success was celebrated until the sauce boats were empty.

After reflecting on their experience, Liz and Greg chose a sweet follow-up to their main course. Liz liked the idea of iced muffins and didn't hide her excitement.

"I'll be hand-coating your eclair with something zingy while you're icing my muffins, so it should all make a worthy addition to our meal. I'll even let you use my favourite gadget to mix this time," Liz said with a grin.

Once ready to continue, Liz took her beloved battery-powered blender from her bedside table, along with the zingy dressing she intended to use to activate Greg's sauce dispenser.

"Let's eat!" Liz shouted.

Greg eased the battery-powered 'blender' into Liz as they laughed together. The toy's movements filled Liz with a wonderful array of sensations, and she relished each one.

"Lying here waiting to help you ice my muffins, while you make my clam paddle frantically in its choppy waters. That's very sweet indeed," Liz gasped.

Liz felt her excitement intensify quickly, and it wasn't only because one of her favourite toys was at the party. The laughter, the unusual circumstances, and a feeling of being on the same eccentric wavelength were all playing their part, and doing so rather well.

When an explosion of sweet shocks fizzed through her body, experience told Liz she needed to take matters into her own hands. Greg giggled as she wrapped her fingers around his egg, and Liz did, too.

"My muffins need a topping quickly, even if I'm so hot I'll melt the icing in seconds," Liz gasped.

Firm, fast pulls on his cock sent Greg racing to the edge, while his own efforts pushed Liz to the brink, too. Gasps and giggles filled the room as Greg pushed and Liz pulled. These sounds were followed by screams and groans of deliverance as Liz crashed into climax, and Greg's piping bag sent a wedding-cake's worth of icing onto her muffins.

Once Liz had declared herself well and truly stuffed, the restricted menu dining experience came to a close. It did so amid smiles and laughter, and a shared hope that a 'restricted menu date night' would become a regular event. When Liz and Greg's wish came true, the dishes served remained simple, yet they were always enjoyed immensely.