3 comments/ 23850 views/ 0 favorites Table Manners By: AdiemusUK This is my first attempt at this, so all comments are welcome... * Harry lifted himself up from her, sucking in a deep breath to help recover from the recent exertions both had made. He looked down at Emma, naked as she was and breathing heavily, laying there on his kitchen table her knees still wide apart, her hands reaching up above her head and holding the opposite end of the table. The hands still gripped at the bare wood, but the fingers were attached more loosely than a few minutes before. He stared at her and smiled. Her face was flushed red and her chest a little red too. Her nipples still stood hard, a measure of the lingering excitement she was feeling and inviting of fresh kisses. Between her legs the lips of her pussy were still parted, dark pink and glistening against the whiteness of her shaved mound, all too easy to see in the afternoon sunlight that shone through the uncovered kitchen window. Emma had lifted herself so that she sat with her back upright, hands either side of her hips on the table, her position giving both of them a moment to appreciate the full round curves of her breasts. Her knees were almost touching again. Her shoulders were a little hunched and she looked out of the window then back towards him. Smiled. "I think maybe it's time I should go. The laundry, the...." But her sentence was only half finished. His expression didn't seem even a little bit guilty or apologetic...more full of dirty pleasure promises still to be had. "Maybe. But you see," he said with a smile, "I'd love to be between your legs again right now." He pushed her back onto the table, quickly leaned over her, licking and kissing her hard nipples giving her new pleasure. He was playing with her piercings, sucking each nipple in turn, tugging them between his teeth. His tongue moved on, caressed her exposed breasts, quickly licking, quickly kissing, and she felt her breathing beginning to change again. Shorter, deeper breaths. He stood back and she could feel him against her knees. She tried to open her legs up to welcome him, but he held her thighs together and she could not force his grip. He let his hands slide quickly up and down the outside of her thighs and she relaxed a little, closed her eyes. His hands were warm and caressing her insistently. She could feel his palms tracing the line formed where her thighs were together and she sighed as the hands moved up high over her hip bones until his palms covered her nipples and his fingers were spread, pawing at her breasts. Back they slipped, back over her hips until he reached her knees. And back up again over the front of her body sweeping wider and more firmly, never letting her go completely with one hand or the other. More broad strokes and more, until his hands rested again on her knees. "Don't stop..." she sighed. Instead she felt her legs being pulled apart. His hands rubbed the inside of her thighs firmly and fast, but not in any kind of rough way. Her knees were far enough apart now that she knew he could see her pussy again, still dripping from their fucking -- his juices as well as hers. He hesitated barely a moment before falling to his knees on the kitchen floor, grabbing her legs and dragging her until her pussy met the edge of the table. He pushed her legs apart, wide. She could feel his breath, warm on the inside of her left thigh. He was kissing her thigh gently, and a trembling began there, one that she was struggling to control. He turned his attention to her right thigh, teasing the left one - still damp from his kissing -- with his hand. But he soon lost interest in this; instead his tongue raced upwards almost grazing her pussy along one side, up round above her clit and back down the other side. Emma couldn't conceal a moan any longer. Louder still she moaned, as he kept moving his tongue around her lips. At last his wet tongue was on her pussy. First, trying to make her wetter by licking the lips rapidly in turn. He touched her with the tip of his tongue, where her lips joined, then ran the tip right the way up until it pressed softly on her clit. He licked her there for several seconds and she pushed herself at him, at his tongue. Next he was pressing the flesh just to each side of those lips again, almost kissing her. Then he was trying to penetrate her, hurriedly, as she was really driving him crazy now. Feeling the taste of her on his lips, sensing her flavour on his tongue. Again she pushed her pussy into his face, grinding against his mouth and nose, trying to rub herself as he licked her intently. Again she moaned, longer and let go a word or two: "OH my g... fuck, that feels sooo good." The licking stopped a moment, instead he drew away from her to look at her wet pussy. He reached up with his hands to spread her open wider and stroked her with his thumbs. He increased the pressure and easily both thumbs went inside her. Emma could feel them moving from within, probing her in different directions; she tried to grip them, but could only push them out. The wet tip of one thumb flicked at her pussy lips until it was nudging her clit, the other could be felt on the skin between her pussy and her ass hole. She was unable to stop her legs trembling and her pussy forced itself against his hands, pressing his thumbs harder into her flesh. "Don't you dare stop.." she gasped. "Ohh....MMMmmmmm....." The pressure on her clit was suddenly too much and the tingling that had been building quickly inside her gave way to her rather noisy orgasm. "Ohhh fuck. OHHHH FUCK!!!!! OHHHHHhhhhhh!!" He pulled his hands away burying his face in her wetness as it flowed out over him. Her back arched, her whole body becoming tense for several seconds and she gripped his head - and not the table now -- with both her hands and her thighs, holding him tightly down there as her body continued to shake and shudder from her climax. He tried to lick her lips upwards with his tongue but she felt too sensitive and pushed him away a little so that all he could do was tease her thighs with his face and tongue. The tension in her legs slowly faded and, and catching her breath at last, she desired something to drink. "I need a drink. You have a drink of water of water perhaps?" she enquired. "Certainly." He managed to answer, before standing up to organise a drink of water for her. He looked at her, a long lingering look. He very much liked what he saw. He liked to see her naked. She was sat up on the edge of the table, reaching a hand between her legs to find out just how wet she was. She held her fingers up to the light, and they shone with the wetness. She allowed herself a taste of one finger then offered another to him as he reached to put the glass of water in her other hand. She drained the glass empty as he sucked on her finger, savouring the flavour of her intimate juices. He didn't want to let her finger go and she could feel his teeth slightly, not letting it slip away. "More water I think..." She moved to the sink herself this time and turned on the cold water, letting it run a while. She refilled the glass carefully, looking out into his garden through the window that was uncovered by curtains or blinds. Her clean clothes still lay strewn about the garden, blown there by the wind, from her clothes line next door. Whilst she stood she hadn't really noticed him move up close behind her. Standing up close so that his body again was in contact with hers. Hadn't noticed either, him letting his right hand go cold under the water. It was a shock therefore when this cold hand grabbed at her right breast, squeezing it firmly as he did so. She put the glass down to avoid dropping it. His other hand, much warmer, reached up and grabbed at her other breast, massaging much, much more softly. It felt weird, one nipple swollen but slightly numb with cold, the other swelling rapidly to the heat of his touch. He squeezed her breasts and played the nipples between his fingers, stretching them and making them harder still. He pushed her breasts together, eased them apart, pushed them together. Eventually he pushed them upward, the nipples standing out between his fingers, pushed her breasts up towards her face. Emma bowed her head to lick her nipples, and quickly the sensitivity returned to the colder one. Emma was all too aware of his cock, stiff once more and pressing against her bum. She rested her hands on the edge of the sink, and involuntarily pushed her bum backwards. That was not enough for her and she rotated her bum to tease as well as please him. She felt his grip on her breasts tighten as his excitement grew. "No more playing." She said. "I want it inside. I want it now." He said nothing, instead tugging on her nipples some more, making her gasp and almost bite her lip. Emma dropped a hand between her legs, reaching back to try and find his hard cock. She gripped the shaft, held it so that the knob could be rubbed against the wet lips of her pussy. She allowed herself a long deep breath, and moaned, feeling more and more turned on. "MMMMmmmmm.......!" She sighed. He pushed his cock through her fingers and deep into her waiting hole. ".......aaaahhhhhHHH" she gasped, and also she heard him groan in her ear. He pushed in and out of her slowly, each inward thrust varied in its depth. "Deeper. I want it deeper!" she demanded. Again without a word he complied with her wish, "Oh yes...Ohhhhhh Yes" she moaned, her mouth wide open, eyes closed for a second as he pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy. She opened her eyes to watch their reflection in the window, he was fucking her hard and deep, and it was a struggle for her to push her body back against him, but she kept trying and the slapping together of their bodies added to the excitement. She could see through the window into the garden beyond. Their neighbours Jan and Alan busy tidying the garden, but then they stopped, looking back at her. Emma felt an extra thrill from wondering just how much they could see of what she was doing. A thrill from knowing she and Harry were being watched. He was still pawing at her breasts and pulling on the nipples, but his thrusting suddenly grew more rapid. Fast but very deep strokes, she trusted back at him. With one hard, deep thrust he was coming inside her, and his hands fell to her waist and he held her tight against him. He was groaning with his pleasure whilst throbbing, squirting, and coming far inside her. She closed her eyes and abandoned her mind and body to the moment. Leaning forward, her face almost in the sink, she allowed him to keep fucking her. He still wanted it. He still wanted her. She held him tighter from inside. He was still hard, still thrusting there but it was her body that decided what happened next. The familiar tingling was starting inside, but her body determined it took longer to take hold of her this time. "Fuck me" she demanded "FUCK ME!" desperate to come. He kept thrusting, she thrust back until, and almost unexpectedly she came. "Ahhh.......... I'm cumming!" Emma shouted. Her head shaking wildly. Her juices mixed with a fresh, brief spurt of juice from him. She fell silent. Gradually she began to relax with little quivering shakes. Her legs threatened to give way but he sensed her falling and held her so that she didn't drop to the floor. He pulled his softening cock from her wet pussy with a slightly dirty, sucking sound and stood with her, ensuring she too stayed upright. They stood for several seconds just holding onto each other. "They're gone." She said. "What? Who's gone?" he answered. "Jan and Alan. They were watching. But now they're gone." "How much did they see?" he enquired more than a little nervously. "I don't know..." Emma said, her voice trailing off. "I wonder if they enjoyed it!" She turned to face him, held him, kissing him fully on the lips. She kissed him again, holding his soft cock in her hand a moment or two. He held onto her for a while, savouring the softness of her skin, not wishing to let her go just yet. "And I should go too." she added. Another kiss. He held on to her still. "Really. I should go." Finally she broke away from him and started to search for her clothes. He grabbed his towel, lost a long time before, and watched Emma get dressed. She picked up the clean, black bra and knickers - that had brought her to him in the first place - from the kitchen counter, putting them in the laundry basket. He escorted her to the back door, but before leaving she paused, turned to him and kissed him again. "I can't help thinking, this wont be the last time." She said with a smile, and left. He watched her gather up the rest of her laundry from his garden and with another smile and a wave she was gone. Table Manners Kim carefully pulled up the driveway. Stepping out of the car she tried as hard as she could to close the door quietly. She walked up the short cobbled path that led to the front door of the house, with her keys at the ready. She slid her key in, turned it quickly and rotated the door handle as slowly as possible. Taking stealth like steps into the hall way she turned around to close the door behind her with as much silence as she could control. The smell of chocolate wafted around the room, making it sweet and inviting. Kim saw her lover from the living room standing at the kitchen table with her back to her. She started to walk through the living room, every step eased with as little pressure as possible. Heading towards the kitchen she let her mind race with all the imaginary thoughts that she wished to turn into a reality. She came up behind her lover and wrapped her arms around the woman's firm waist, rests her chin on her shoulder and kissed her neck softy. The smell of her lover's hair hit her, the scent of apricots and honey filtered their way into her senses. She breathed it in, loving the fragrance. "Looks good" Kim whispered, meaning both the mixture in the bowl and the woman in her arms. "What are you making?" Kim asked. "You have such a bad memory, it's for the charity run tomorrow they are having stalls remember" replied Shannon, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "I remembered, I just didn't think we were taking something homemade" says Kim expressing a slight frown. "Good job someone around here thinks for you then". Kim shrugged and decided to change the subject "You know i could have been an intruder and you wouldn't have heard". "That's because I knew it was you, I heard your car pull up". "Damn" Kim thought. "I'll have to leave it in another street so I don't get busted next time" realizing she had said it out loud before she could stop herself. "Now you know trying to think smart always lands you in trouble" replied Shannon with an unsuppressed giggle. "I've been pretty much in trouble since the day I met you" said Kim while turning Shannon around to face her. "That's true, but you like the kind of trouble I bring to your life" stated Shannon with a confident tone. Kim pulled her near, and could think of no excuse that was good enough to object to her lover's remark. So instead she took the next best action, and quickly stole the chance to kiss her lover. They both got lost in the moment, the gentle pressure of their warm soft lips engaging in a dance of pleasure. Kim guided her hands over Shannon's back, and the kiss got deeper. The tension became denser between their bodies. The kiss flowed over into the rest of their bodies, the desire being absorbed into their body temperatures and heart rate. It enveloped them, and the strength that came from it made neither of them want to break free. Kim pulled Shannon even closer wishing the clothes they wore were not an obstruction. She began to part Shannon's lips with her tongue, an action that is met with no resistance. As if by the very last will of Shannon's consciousness she dropped the stirring spoon on the floor, unable to resist the need to respond to her lover. A swift change occurred as they started to develop a need to go with the desire that is now ready to take over both of them. Unable to stop their hands from exploring, the kiss was sending them to dizzy heights. Shannon finally willed herself to break of the bliss they were both giving each other. Kim looked at her with what could only be described as shear wickedness and lust. She lifted Shannon and perched her on the end of the table. Kim stood right in front of her. Shannon wrapped her legs around Kim's waist trapping her. "Try to get out of that" Shannon said all smug. "I don't want to get out of this, anyway it seems like you are the one who's in a more compromising position right now" Kim countered. "Oh really and how do you figure that out when I have you clamped here between my legs". The exchange of words was teasing, the potency in their daring nature very clear. "Well I can do all sorts of things to you with my hands for starters, like this" said Kim. She began to glide her hands along her lover's bare thighs, moving slowly towards the ragged edge of the faded blue denim shorts, only stopping when her fingers are restricted and can move no further. "How frustrating" Shannon mocked. Kim fingers change direction, she began to unbutton the lower three buttons on Shannon's shirt. Her fingers felt the change in temperature from the cool cotton to the warmth of Shannon's smooth skin. The feeling was so tantalising that Kim's hands willed themselves to do some further exploration. She felt Shannon's breath on her face, sweet with smell of chocolate. "Just what do you think you are trying to achieve?" Shannon questioned. Kim looked at her and thought for a split second. "Whatever I feel like" and with that the challenge was set. Her fingertips traced a circle over Shannon's stomach, and then changed direction moving towards her upper abs. Shannon decided at least for the moment to let her lover have her fun. She grasped the edge of the table and relaxed her posture. Kim moved her one hand down again, then gave a playful tug at the top of Shannon's shorts, moving her fingers over the metal button she quickly flipped it out of the hole that held it. Shannon released a breath sharply, knowing that this will only play into Kim's hands even more. Trying to sound steady and casual Shannon leaned forward and whispered in Kim's ear "You know that mixture is going to be ruined if it's left much longer". "Well we better not waste it then" replied Kim with one raised eyebrow and a deliciously wicked grin. Kim leaned over to the mixing bowl and scooped some of the smooth chocolate mixture onto her index finger. She wiggled it about in front of Shannon's face with a teasing expression "Now I wonder what I should do with this" her look turning more menacing. Shannon bit her lip thinking "I know a hundred things you can do with that and not one involves anything to do with cooking". Her facial expression portraying a thoughtful look as if to suggest she had an idea, but instead she stayed silent. "So do you have any suggestions?" Kim asked. "Now that would be telling, not to mention encouraging you" replied Shannon with a sweet and sincere smile. "You know how it turns me all weak when you smile like that". It was the very same smile that had sent Kim reeling the very first time she had laid eyes on Shannon. "Yeah and that's why I do it" Shannon teased. Kim didn't need anymore encouragement; she pulled the bottom of Shannon's shirt open again and began painting the warm chocolate onto her stomach, applying it in generous amounts. The temperature warmed Shannon's skin and it felt wonderful. The smell and sensation made her senses tap into a whole new dimension of awareness. Giving a gentle sigh she began to immerse herself into the experience. Kim's fingers engaged in an almost ritual like procedure, like a tribal person face painting. Again she took the mixing bowl and dipped her finger in. Quickly she raised it over Shannon's navel; the smooth warm chocolate ran down into the target below sending a glow of heat that penetrated beyond the skin. Kim let the last few drops fall around the outside of Shannon's navel and proceeded to paint it into an inward spiral. Shannon felt her lover's fingers swirl the slick mixture on her skin, and with every touch her senses screamed for more. Kim finished with one last stroke and broke the contact of her fingers on Shannon's skin. She looked up again at Shannon's face, her chestnut eyes shone back with a dazzling sparkle. Keeping her gaze on Shannon, Kim raised her index finger to her own lips and slowly sucked the remaining chocolate off. An expression of glee immediately apparent on her face, but the look was there only for split second then gone. Her focus sharply went back to the navel full of chocolate; she bent down and formed a point at the end of her tongue. She dipped it into Shannon's navel making the fluid ooze out over the top. Straightening up again she pulled Shannon close, and kissed her with a tenderness that already at this point required magnitudes of self control. "You taste good" Shannon hummed. "I can tell you what else would taste good with this on it" replied Kim with an instant grin. Shannon didn't have time to react as Kim began to kiss her neck, sending Shannon into a spiral of frustration and elation both at the same time. "I've been thinking about you all day" Kim whispered to her. Shannon could only reply in a teasing voice "I kind of guessed that, but what are we going to do about this chocolate, it's going to go hard". "Yeah, and I know something else that is doing the same way to" Kim whispered in her ear as her fingertips slid up Shannon's cotton shirt and over her now firming nipples. Shannon responded with a quick low moan. Kim started to unbutton the rest of her lover's shirt, trying to take her time when all she wanted to do was pounce like a hunting animal. She knew Shannon was already aroused, and this powerful detail was enough to make her want to please her lover with every ounce of patience and control she possessed. Shannon steadied herself, feeling Kim's short hair tickle her neck as her kisses begin to travel towards her face. Kim pulled away and they stayed still for a moment, both in a silent trust. Shannon loved the way Kim looked at her with appreciation and territorial dominance. Shannon tugged Kim's shirt out of the top of her black pants, mirroring the fingers of her lover's motions. Kim knew Shannon was giving her the sign to stop messing around and to quicken the pace. "You know what I have to do now don't you" Kim stated. "Get some more chocolate?" replied Shannon questionably. Kim's briefly kissed Shannon's chin "No I have to get you clean". Kim moved down and began kissing Shannon's collar bone while her fingertips found their way to her lovers breasts, her thumb circling around the outside her left nipple. "I see you must have been expecting me, seeing as you have no bra on" Kim's satisfaction was evident. "It was too hot to feel restricted". "And how do you feel now?" Kim murmured. Kim traced her thumb over her lovers nipple, her other hand copied the motion on Shannon's other breast. She kissed the middle of her chest bone and down between the terrain that peaked either side. Shannon let her hands drift through Kim's short hair, wanting her with a need that still surprised and delighted her even after all this time. Kim's fingers stroked the under side of her lovers breasts, while her kisses traced a path down towards her stomach. She took a small lick of chocolate with the end of her tongue, and brought it up to Shannon's left nipple. She swirled it around and over the top of her lover's nipple, an action that made it jut out more boldly than before. A quick hiss and subdued moan escaped Shannon's lips; her fingers began to rake through Kim's hair with more roughness. Kim retreated again to her lover's stomach, still playing with her lover's nipples, teasing them with a quick strum and gentle pinch. Again she brought up more chocolate on her tongue, but proceeded this time to lavish attention on Shannon's right nipple. "You're driving me crazy" Shannon said hardly able to find breath for the words. Although she loved this worshipped attention she just wanted Kim to devour her right now. Kim picked up the signals her lover was sending her, they were perfectly clear but she wanted to make Shannon wait, to get her so delirious that she thought she was in another world. Attention to detail was required and Kim was going to give to Shannon one hundred percent. She continued to tease both of Shannon's nipples, swirling the tip of her tongue over them, and sucking on them until Shannon was begging her to bite them. Kim obliged her lover's need. Shannon now projected a much louder hiss into the air. Shannon could feel her unconscious body movements, her hips pushing up towards Kim wanting some kind of relief to this torture. Kim pushed Shannon's hips down, a motion which produced a frustrated moan from her lover. Shannon reclined herself onto her elbows so she could at least see her lover. Kim again bit on Shannon's nipples, a signal that she wasn't going to let her lover have things so easy if she started to get too impatient. Kim had already decided that her lover's breasts had received more than enough attention for now, so she began to kiss slowly down her midriff caressing the sides of Shannon's ribcage and waist with her fingers. As she moved down with every kiss she would gently swirl her fingers over her lovers skin, a touch so feather light that it made Shannon's stomach tremble. Shannon's breathing had deepened, and her subdued moans projected a stronger tone to them, encouraging Kim on. Kim knew the time was overdue, but still wanted both of them to savour the experience. She kissed her way around the chocolate, around her navel and lower still. Shannon's raised her hips, her bare skin touching her lovers chin. Kim kissed along Shannon's skin just above the waistband of her shorts. With Shannon's already unbuttoned shorts Kim grabbed each side of the material by the zipper with her teeth, and tugged them to the sides as much as they would go. At this point Shannon could only let herself go, even though the wait was driving her crazy. She could feel the warm skin of Kim's bare upper torso touch her legs, and although she would have loved to touch her Kim's warm flesh right now she wanted her lovers touch on her more. Kim kissed the warm flesh that lay in front of her, her hands grabbed hold of the Shannon's waistband. She pulled the shorts down enough so she could see the beginning of the hollows where Shannon's legs joined her pelvis. She could smell the wonderful sweet aroma that was released by the restricting garment. The smell only gave her more encouragement to prolong the moment that Shannon wished so desperately would arrive. Shannon heard Kim inhale, one deep breath with a throaty moan released momentarily. Kim looked up at Shannon and gave her the most devastating wicked grin. She moved her hands up to Shannon's stomach again, and took some more chocolate with her fingers. The chocolate had begun to thicken and oozed between her fingertips, but the heat from them was rapid enough to make it more pliable again. She spread it into the hollows she had just uncovered, the heat of Shannon's body made it trickle down the shallow crevice. Shannon felt it slowly working its way down, teasing and caressing her skin as it did so. Then came another sensation, and in an instant she knew exactly what it was. Kim began licking the chocolate off, racing with the trickle and heading it off before the destined path was taken away from her vision. She swiftly went to the other side and stopped the trickle straight in its track, and with one slow upwards stroke of her tongue she licked the chocolate away. A satisfied sigh passed Kim's lips. The smell had now become irresistible. Shannon's own fragrance and the chocolate was enough to send even Kim into state of unquenchable desire. Shannon could only think of one thing to say. "Please" she said to Kim, the strain in her voice apparent, her wishes conveyed more in that one word than a thousand words put together. Kim quickly pulled down her shorts and sent them flying to the other side of the room. The full extent of Shannon's fragrance formed an invisible plume right in front of her face. The intoxicating smell overwhelmed Kim's senses. A sexual charge now totally consumed the atmosphere. Kim knelt down on one knee, grabbed the bowl of chocolate in both hands. Shannon looked at her with bated breath, wondering what her lover would do next. Kim looked down into the bowl and two of her fingers followed the direction of her vision. She slowly slid the fingers into the chocolate. Shannon watched the action, noting how her lover was watching her on purpose as she did it. She loved being teased, but this was getting frustrating. Shannon's eyes expressed a pleading request to Kim that said "Please don't stop". Shannon asked herself "Kim couldn't be so cruel could she?" to make her wait any longer. Kim looked at her lover's naked mound, bare and smooth, so alluring that for a moment she forgot about the chocolate on her fingers. She began to rub her fingers and thumb together, working the chocolate out of its paste like form and into a more liquid texture. She gently kissed Shannon's flesh, smelling her intensity so close was making it torture for her levels of self control. She kissed all the way down one side of Shannon's gorgeous womanly shape, and then crossed over to go up the other side, intentionally missing her most erogenous zone. As she got back up to the top she gave one quick kiss at the beginning of Shannon's closed slit. Shannon held her breath again, waiting and wishing with all her inner strength that Kim wouldn't divert her attention to somewhere else on her body. The chocolate was now threatening to run off Kim's fingers, she had to act fast or the moment wouldn't be how she wanted it to be. She narrowed her tongue and guided it down into the slit; it opened like a budding flower that waits only for the sun. Shannon gave a long exasperated moan, portraying her pent up longing. With this one touch her lover sent currents of desire and an overwhelming need to have her inside her. She pushed against Kim's tongue trying to move her hips up so Kim's tongue would slide down further. Kim felt her lover move and repositioned herself accordingly; she tasted the warm flesh and the droplets that had formed in the state of Shannon's arousal. Kim widened her tongue again to its normal form, and placed her coated chocolate fingers at the top of the Shannon's slit. The warmed fluid gracefully made its way down, covering most of Shannon's raspberry coloured inner flesh as it descended, with only the sides showing any of the original colour. Shannon felt the warmth sliding down, she gave a high gasp as it made contact with her swollen bud, her excitement growing more and her moans became increasingly more audible as it made its way down to the entrance of her beautifully formed vessel. Kim waited, taking in all the actions and sounds of her lover, all the time keeping her eye on the flowing liquid. She leaned forward waiting for the chocolate to reach Shannon's entrance. It slid down and pooled there, waiting to be drawn in. The sensation made Shannon jolt as it touched the bottom of her entrance. "What else could this woman do, she's driving me insane" Shannon was screaming to herself. Kim made her tongue into a pointed spoon like shape and took the chocolate onto her tongue. As she did so she made sure to purposely make firm contact with her lover's entrance. Shannon pushed forward again, wanting her lover to stop teasing, to forge ahead with conviction. "Damn it Kim, I need you now" she wined. Kim took this information and her reaction was quick, she forcefully pressed her tongue against Shannon's entrance and swirled it around the rim, doing this twice she then narrowed her tongue to make it more rigid and pushed it a fraction into her lover's ever increasingly wet entrance. She kept the depth shallow but worked her tongue in widening circles, stretching Shannon's wet soft opening with every circle that was made. Table Manners Shannon conveyed the joy of this action by her moans and increasing need to push against Kim's tongue, wanting her to go deeper with every circle Kim completed. Kim pulled away from Shannon's opening and immediately began to slowly slide her tongue all the way up Shannon's moist crevice, giving her lover attention all the way up in tiny zigzag motions that caressed both sides. The chocolate smothered her tongue, and she swallowed it hungrily waiting for the real taste behind the coating to come to the forefront. Shannon's hips rose up and pushed forward, her need intensifying with every millimetre that Kim moved upwards. Kim guided her tongue upwards and with one swift movement she lashed over Shannon's swollen bud. Shannon cried out, the ecstasy of the brief contact too much for her to hold in. Her whole body connected with the sensation. She wanted Kim to be brutal, she wanted her to show no mercy and she wanted it this instant. Kim held onto her lover's thighs, holding her in place. They made eye contact and Shannon growled at her, letting Kim know she wasn't happy with the restriction she was trying to impose on her. Kim eased up the restraint, and smiled so sincerely that Shannon could only feel the total love and adoration she held for her lover. Kim leaned in again to Shannon's delicious mound, her tongue ready to take the plunge again into the wonderful silky flesh. She began to caress around the outside of Shannon's bud with her tongue, gliding it slowly around and then flicking over the top repeatedly. Shannon could feel herself getting more tense by the second. She let her head relax tilting it back and let herself fully give in to the pleasure. Kim worked her tongue slowly all the way down to Shannon's entrance again, collecting the pool of liquid excitement that her lover secreted. She dipped her tongue into Shannon's luscious opening gradually sliding it in until her tongue could go no further Shannon was totally in her lover's hands now, and she loved it. The feeling of Kim's tongue turning up at the tip so she could caress her inside was glorious. Kim could feel the silky walls trying to squeeze her tongue, trying to get every ounce of pleasure out of the movement it was making. Kim grabbed onto Shannon's buttocks and pulled her as tightly up to her mouth as she could, so her tongue could gain even more access. A dazed Shannon gasped and let out a startled laugh as her buttocks skidded to the very edge of the table. Her legs dangled down, so she lifted both of them and placed them on Kim's shoulders. Not distracted one inch, Kim got her lovers attention back by sharply pulling her tongue out, much to the disapproval and despair of her lover. "Don't stop" Shannon yelled out. "I don't plan on it" Kim quickly replied. She quickly made her point by licking all the way up to Shannon's bud, only this time she planed to stay there. She gave the swollen flesh a gentle bite, making Shannon yelp from the sudden attention. Kim resumed circling Shannon's bud, swirling around and over the top. She sucked on it for split seconds at a time, driving Shannon wild. While lavishing most of her attention on Shannon's bud Kim placed one finger on Shannon's opening, and began to work it gently around the rim, using the wetness to lubricate a second finger. Shannon could feel both parts being stimulated; making her so excited that she thought Kim wouldn't even get to entering her if she didn't hurry. Kim sensed Shannon's excitement and the urgency in which she now wanted her. She slid two fingers into her lovers opening with ease. Shannon's walls gladly obliging the intrusion. This was accompanied by a husky moan that began in her throat and escaped smoothly out of her mouth. Her hips moved downwards so the top of her insides could greet the tips of Kim's fingers. Kim could feel Shannon pressuring around her fingers. Wanting to hold them there for just one second Kim's fingers remained still for what seemed like an eternity to Shannon. Kim still lavished attention on her lovers bud, squeezing it between her lips, licking and rolling her tongue over it in quick sweeping motions. She began to move her fingertips again, gently stroking Shannon inside. She slightly withdrew her fingers, but maintained the stroking as she did so. Shannon's energy was higher than ever, the adrenalin burst its way through her whole body; she pushed her pelvis forward and forced Kim's fingers into her once again. Kim got the hint, and started to match the pace that Shannon wanted to dictate to her. Kim kept her mouth and tongue in contact with her lovers bud, making sure to keep the intensity flowing. Her fingers slid into Shannon with easy gliding motions, like train pistons they steamed ahead. With every stealth like stroke Kim would caress her lover's g-spot, flittering over it, rubbing it with a concentration that became more pressured as the strokes got faster. Shannon's body was at frenzied heights, hanging on to every precious stroke, every teasing lick and suck of her bud. Her hands held onto the end of the table so tightly that her knuckles were white. Pure concentration and pleasure besieged her. She could feel the flowing graceful power in Kim's fingers as they plunged into her. The rubbing that Kim did every time she went to her g-spot sent her into a possessed state, wanting more she kept willing her lover on with glorious moans of pleasure. Kim's arm didn't feel like her own anymore, it pushed forward but her fingertips had all the sensation. Still she kept up with Shannon's needs, almost getting to the point of being fierce with her strokes. Kim stopped mid stroke, and concentrated on her lover's g-spot, circling and teasing it over the top. She had always marvelled at the thought of it, one piece of sensitized flesh with so much to power to give pleasure. She gave Shannon's bud one small bite, and rubbed her g-spot quicker. Shannon went silent, her breath clasped shut in her mouth. Finally she gave out one cry of unimaginable released pressure, her hips jolted forward and began a rhythm that caught Kim off guard. Kim strived to keep up the pace but Shannon's tempo was lost on her fingers. Shannon rode Kim's fingers, all the waves of intensity smashing over her. Every inch of her walls were sensors, contracting in motions of ecstasy. Kim could feel Shannon's muscles contract around her fingers; she could see the rush of colour on Shannon's face and breasts. Shannon's juices spilled out, her final act of appreciation and satisfaction. Kim caught the liquid, drinking it in hungrily. Shannon leaned back; shuddered in satisfaction at her lovers touch. Exhausted she gave a contented sigh. She lifted her legs off Kim's shoulders and let them dangle free again swaying them gently back and forth. Kim stood up and met her gaze; she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and gave her lover a huge smile that portrayed the accomplishment she had just achieved. She held onto the buttoned edges of Shannon's shirt with each hand. "So I guess you will have to go to the store now" Shannon said to bring her lover back down to earth. "Why?" said Kim rather confused, but still in her proud state. "Because I haven't got anymore chocolate thanks to your greediness" Shannon replied in mock sternness. Although she tried she couldn't keep the pretence up. She broke out into a smile that told Kim that she adored her. "Well I seem to remember you didn't deny me the bowl in the first place" but before Shannon could say another word in mock protest Kim pulled her close and kissed her. Table Manners "Something tasty in the kitchen. 8pm sharp." He had received her instruction by text message. He sat by the table and watched the digital readout on the oven advance the last few minutes before eight o'clock. No food in it or on the stove, no crockery set out. Behind him she purred a welcome. He turned to see her framed in the doorway. Her hair tied back and wearing scarlet lipstick, she looked stunning as usual. She wore a 1950's inspired apron, pink and frilly. "Like it?" she asked as she twirled around in front of him. "Wow!" he breathed. He thought the retro apron was cool and funky, but it was how she accessorised that blew him away. She was almost naked under the apron, black lace French knickers, black seamed stockings held up by a suspender belt, and black patent stiletto heels, four inches high. Black and pink, his favourite colour combination; the lace and frills, the colours and her raw sexuality made his mouth water. She was not wearing a bra, the curve of her big soft breasts spilled out from the apron. She said, "Well, I'm dressed for dinner!" "What would you like me to wear?" he asked. "Strip" she demanded "completely naked." Hurriedly he pulled off his casual shirt and jeans. He was comfortable in his athletic body, and given the situation, happy to stand naked in front of her, his erect cock showing her how much he appreciated the effort she had made. "What's for dinner?" he asked. "You're the first course; I'm the second, and finishing off with an interesting combination." "Sounds good," he commented, not exactly sure what was on the menu. "Lie on the table," she instructed. He did as requested; the industrial steel surface chilled his back and buttocks. He idly stroked his erection, enjoying the view as she bent over to reach into a dessert freezer. The knickers pulled themselves tight across her bottom. She caught him watching and gave a little wiggle. "The cold makes my nipples erect," she teased. She placed a bowl of home-made ice cream, on the table between his legs. She pushed the bowl up the table till the freezing ceramic shocked his thighs. He opened his legs wide in reaction, so she pushed the freezing surface against his genitals and he let out a yelp. She giggled playfully and turned to the stove to warm some chocolate sauce. "Will there be some of your home made all American apple pie?" he asked. She looked him squarely in the eye and reached out, wrapping her hand around his hard cock, grasping the shaft very firmly, just the way he liked her too. "I expect you to provide the hot filling," she whispered hoarsely. She stuck a desert spoon into the centre of the ice cream. Its handle stood erect and steely out of the bowl just like his hard cock. He hoped she would put his cock on her mouth more frequently than that spoon. She stirred the sauce on the stove and then put the probe of a digital thermometer into it. "Sixty nine degrees," she announced. "Perfect." "Hot stuff," he said, feeling strangely at ease lying naked on the table like a joint of meat. She transferred the hot liquid from saucepan to pouring jug. "Nice jugs," he said. She ignored the poor puns; her mind had switched to serious seduction. She held the pouring jug over his chest. "You're going to have to help me work off some calories later." "With pleasure," he said. "And I might smudge my lipstick but..." Like the best French pâtissière, she drizzled thin lines of hot chocolate sauce across and down his chest. The warm liquid on his skin felt strange and sticky, it's viscosity stopping it from becoming a runny mess. She admired her decorating skills, and when he moved his hand to start rubbing the chocolate sauce into himself, she slapped his wrist. "Aren't there better things you could be doing with your hand?" He got the message quickly and slipped his hand up under the hem of her apron, stroking her thigh through the black seamed stocking. She bent her body over him and began licking the lines of chocolate sauce. Moving her mouth over his nipple, she bit gently into him, he moaned at the combination of her tongue and teeth. His hand rose up her thigh above the material of her stocking; he stroked her soft skin and idly played with the mechanism of her suspenders strap. She moved her mouth down his body, licking his taut stomach, flicking her tongue into his belly button where she had artistically pooled some chocolate surrounded by a swirl of sauce. "This will definitely make a mess. If only I had something nearby to wipe you with." She pulled away from him and turned around. With a wriggle she slipped the lacy French knickers down over her hips and let them drop to the floor. She picked them up and draped them on his chest. "These are far too pretty to get covered in sticky goo," he said. "They're already a bit messy." He raised the knickers up to his nose and inhaled deeply. They smelled sweetly feminine, the unmistakable aroma of intense female arousal. He slipped his hand further up her inner thighs and began stroking between her legs. She widened her stance to allow him better access to her pussy lips. She breathed deeply and enjoyed the sensation of his bony knuckles invading the soft folds if her most private place. She pulled the spoon out of the bowl of ice cream and put it in her mouth. "Mmmm perfect for my needs. Just the right consistency." She dipped the spoon back into the ice cream and then ran it along the length of his penis, coated the underside of his erection. He shivered involuntarily. "Don't worry, I'll warm you up," she cooed and covered the swollen head of his hard cock in ice cream. "What flavour is that?" he asked. "French vanilla, of course. Served just the way I like it." She began licking the ice cream off the shaft of his cock, her hot breath and saliva a welcome contrast to the freezing cream. She sucked and nibbled on his throbbing cock. Sometimes she would eat a mouthful of ice cream and then return to pleasuring his cock between her cooled tongue and the roof of her mouth. To return pleasure he pushed his fingers in between her legs, feeling the slippery moisture of her pussy lips. He wanted to look at her pussy as he fingered her, but the apron draped down over his wrist. He tried to reach for the apron strings but she forbid him, grabbing his wrist and guiding it back between her legs. "Stroke my pussy!" she demanded between taking mouthfuls of his cock. He thought he was close to orgasm and told her so. It was only polite to warn her since he was in danger of creating a choking hazard, delivering spoonfuls of his cum straight into the back of her throat. She brought him back from the brink by spooning ice cream onto his swollen balls. The way she sucked it off them was exquisite. She only stopped sucking and licking him when she had to catch her breath, when the pleasure that he gave her with his fingers brought her to orgasm. When she recovered her composure she said, "Second course, please." She climbed up onto the table, a knee either side of his head. At last, her pussy in sight, hovering over him. She lowered herself down onto his mouth. Freshly shaved, she allowed him unimpeded access to her pussy lips. He ran his tongue along her moist groove. She tasted delicious, a subtle sweet but sharp taste, better than any exotic fruit that he had ever sampled. The taste of feminine sexuality could never be replicated by any chef. Every woman had her unique taste, but this delicacy could not even be approximated. He tongued her, sometimes rapidly and then with long slow licks, trying to match the standard of oral pleasure that she had given to him. He found her clitoris, swollen and wanting to be licked gently. He swirled the tip of his tongue around it. She moaned with pleasure and encouraged him to continue. She teased his balls with her long manicured fingernails of one hand, and gripped his pulsing shaft tightly with the other. They were locked together on the table, he completely naked, skin glistening with her saliva and traces of chocolate sauce and ice cream, his face was obscured by her thighs and the pink apron. She looked for all the world like a 1950's housewife, definitely not desperate, in fact being comprehensively satisfied. His expert tongue delivering waves of pleasure that rippled out to the tips of her toes inside the spiked patent heels. She lost count of the orgasms she had received from his fingers and then his tongue. It was about time his throbbing cock was plugged into her. With only a little reluctance she eased herself off his face, stretching her legs back down onto the floor. "Fuck me!" she demanded. He lifted his body up off the table, ready and eager to penetrate her. She bent over it, resting on her elbows. Feet wide apart, bottom pushed out. He stood behind her and let her reach between her legs and take hold of his throbbing cock. She eased the tip of it along the groove of her wet pussy lips, just to enjoy the sensation and to coat his cock in some extra lubrication, not that it was particularly necessary. His expert tongue action had made her dripping wet. With her open palm pressed against her vulva, she guided the head of his cock inside her. He teased her, sliding it in slowly, but right up until has balls brushed against her pussy lips. He took her by the hips and began pounding into her with a steady rhythm. When he had established the pace of fucking her, he slid both hands up her body, stroking the exposed side swell of her breasts and then exploring under the material of the apron. She had a delicious, voluptuous figure. He weighed her full breasts, generous handful in any recipe. He kneaded them like soft warm erotic dough. He held them fully so that his fingertips touched above her breastbone. He cupped his hands under them and enjoyed their mass. He stroked their outer sides, the part of her that got noticed first when she was viewed from the side; those beautiful breasts that caused polite men to call her statuesque. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her. She tightened the muscles of her vaginal walls, gripping him greedily, not letting him get away from her until she was completely sated. His cock was like the sharpest knife cutting through her flesh to pierce her in the very marrow of her orgasm. He watched the soft curves of her tender rump yield as his thighs repeatedly slapped against them, the power behind the force of his erection grinding into her sexual core. He wanted to release his cum into her. She had teased him with her wet searching tongue and now the hot wet walls of her pussy. She gasped an orgasm as he pinched both of her nipples. That was her thing, the icing on her cake. She orgasmed with a guttural howl that sounded like it emanated from somewhere between middle Europe and middle Earth. She banged the table with her open palm, indicating for him to resume his seat on the table. She tipped the remaining chocolate sauce on his lap, and smoothed the dollop onto his thighs. She coated his balls and rubbed the coagulated goo into his shaft, already slick from her pussy juices. She sucked his cock deep into her throat and bit down one last time on the base of it. It was his turn to emit an animal roar as he flooded her mouth with his semen. She opened her mouth and let him see the chocolate, her vaginal juice and his cum mixing together, coating her tongue. Its aroma evaporated up onto her olfactory receptors so that she could savour it fully. She kissed him deeply so that he could share the taste. "Which do you prefer, cum or chocolate sauce?" he asked. She swallowed hard and thought got a moment. "I like it best when they're mixed together." "There's a little bit of you in there too, just to give it added depth." "Can we put it on the menu, chef?" "I have doubts about supply and demand." "I mean just when the restaurant critics come in." "You will have to serve the plates up to them." "It will be a pleasure watching those fat pigs getting a taste of your cock, after what they said last year about the standard of your cooking and my table service." "It might help if you wear a shorter skirt too." "Really? I was thinking of aprons and stockings for the new waitress uniform." "We would have to change the restaurant's name. 'Vanilla' might be a little inappropriate."