0 comments/ 53350 views/ 5 favorites Strawberries & Whipped Cream By: sweet2lips "Ding, Dong," rang Sandy's doorbell. "Oh my gosh, that must be Madison," she thought. Madison was her blind date for the evening. "I hope I haven't overdone it with this dress," she wondered as she went to open the door. She was wearing a sexy, strapless red dress and red pumps. Her auburn hair was tucked neatly into a bun, except for a few stands that hung on each side of her face. Sandy opened the door and found the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen standing before her eyes. "Sandy, I presume," said the woman, "I'm Madison." Sandy could barely speak. "Yes, I 'm Sandy. Please come in." As Madison walked through the doorway, Sandy's eyes traveled up and down her shapely body. She felt a sudden familiar flood of warmth rush over her. She could barely breath. She found herself wanting to skip dinner and to lead Madison straight to her bedroom. "I bet that spaghetti strapped dress she is wearing will look even better tossed on the floor," she thought to herself. "You have a very beautiful apartment, Sandy," Madison said as she took a seat on the sofa. "Thanks," said Sandy, "Would you like to see the rest of it?" As Sandy took Madison on a tour of her apartment, she couldn't help noticing how magnificent Madison's body was. She had a perfectly rounded ass and large perky breasts. Her legs and thighs were well toned and her mocha colored skin was flawless. The last room Sandy showed her was her bedroom. She made sure that Madison had gotten a good look at the giant king sized waterbed in the center of the room. If things went the way that Sandy hoped they would, the two of them would be enjoying the bed together very soon. Sandy and Madison made their way to the dinning room. Sandy set the table and began to serve dinner. "Everything looks wonderful," Madison said. "Well, I hope everything tastes as good as it looks," replied Sandy jokingly, "Is white wine okay?" "Yes, but only a little," replied Madison, "One glass too many, and I'll be coming out of my clothes." "Oh," said Sandy laughing, "I'm holding you to that." When Sandy finished serving dinner (a dinner which consisted of meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and asparagus tips) the two began eating and getting to know each other. Sandy had forgotten all about how nervous she had been and the two were chatting like old friends. She was really enjoying herself and getting hornier by the minute. Madison was turning her on so much, that she thought she might have to be excused to the restroom to play with herself. After dinner, Sandy and Madison decided to listen to some music in Sandy's den. They decided on Marvin Gaye; Sandy was hoping that it would set the mood. She asked Madison to dance. As they dance, breasts-to-breasts, thigh-to-thigh, Sandy thought she would cum right there. Madison was pressing her body closer and closer to Sandy's body, giving Sandy indications that she wanted her just as badly. "Shall we take this to your bedroom," Madison asked her, "I want you so damn bad." "Hell yes," said Sandy, leading Madison by the hand to her bedroom. "Wait right here, I have a surprise for you. It's in the kitchen." Sandy returned form the kitchen with a tray of strawberries and whipped cream. To her surprise, Madison was already lying on her bed. Her dress was tossed across a chair and she was wearing a black satin bra and bikini set. She looked even more incredible than Sandy had imagined she would. Sandy's black cherry satin sheets seemed to compliment Madison's lingerie perfectly. "She looks like a model from a Victoria's Secret catalog," Sandy thought, as she walked over to the night stand to set the tray down. She sat on the edge of the bed next to Madison. Before Sandy could speak, Madison began unpinning her hair. "You are so damn sexy," said Madison, why don't you let me help you out of that dress?" She reached up and began unzipping the back of Sandy's dress. Sandy stood up and let the dress fall to the floor. She had chosen not to wear a bra underneath her dress, so she was now wearing only a pair of red silk thongs. She spun around to face Madison, allowing her to see her beautiful DD breasts. Her skin began to tingle as she watched Madison's eyes travel up and down her almond skin. Madison stood up in front of Sandy. She gazed lustfully into Sandy's eyes and then gave her the most passionate, french kiss that she had ever experienced. She rubbed both her hands across Sandy's pink nipples. Sandy's body began to ache feverishly for Madison's. She unfastened Madison's bra and took one of her swelling, dark brown nipples into her mouth. She sucked gently at first, teasing the little peak with her tongue. Then she increased the intensity of her sucking. She teased Madison's other nipple with her fingers, enclosing her thumbs and forefinger around it. Pangs of longing overtook Madison's body, she thought she would explode! Sandy grabbed Madison by the shoulders and gently pushed her back down on the bed. She removed her panties first, then Sandy removed her own. Sandy lay down on top of Madison. She kissed her softly, slowing darting her tongue in and out of Madison's mouth. She continued kissing her way down Madison's neck to her chest, then to each breast. She sucked each of Madison's nipples intensely and then continued down to her stomach. When Sandy, reach the inside of Madison's thighs, she took her time and kissed each one slowly and gently, purposely making Madison hotter and hotter. By the time Sandy reached Madison's dripping wet cunt, she remembered the strawberries and whipped creamed waiting on the night stand. She grabbed the can of whipped cream and said to Madison in a breathy voice, "I have all of my favorite deserts right here." She sprayed Madison's pulsating pussy with the whipped cream, causing Madison to moan from anticipation. Then, Sandy took one of the strawberries and dipped it into the whipped cream in Madison's split. She stroked Madison's clit with the glorious fruit until she nearly climaxed. She was masturbating Madison's pussy with a strawberry! Sandy bit into the strawberry and then dipped back into the whipped cream and fed it to Madison. She licked the rest of the whipped cream form between Madison's legs. She could taste Madison's juices intermingled with the whipped cream. Sandy's bedroom was filled with the sweet aroma of strawberries, whipped cream, and Madison's juices. The smell was intoxicating, and it was driving Sandy crazy. She and Madison got into 69 position. "I can't wait to taste your sweet little pussy," Madison said, opening the outer lips of Sandy's shaven cunt. She sprayed Sandy's clit with the whipped cream, and gently sucked it off. At the same time, Sandy was licking Madison's pussy, savoring the taste of her sweet juices. The two girls gave each other the best tongue fuck either of them had ever had. They climaxed together, moaning and screaming each other's names. Afterwards, they lay in a tight embrace, basking in the afterglow of after-sex. Five minutes later, they were making love again. This time they were in "missionary position," rubbing their pussies around on each other's thighs. Their bodies exploded with powerful orgasms once more, leaving each girl out of breath and wanting more. The air was thick with sex, sex that would not be ending any time soon. Both girls knew that they were in for a long night of pleasure, and they were loving every minute of it. Strawberries & Whipped Cream Champagne, Strawberries, and Whip Cream: The Way New Year's Eve Should Have Been It was 11 pm. I took a look around the room. The champagne bottle sat chilling in the bucket with ice. The whipped cream and strawberries were still in the refrigerator, but they were ready just the same. It was a small living room, but cozy at the same time. Two recliners sat against the wall near the door, with a lamp in between. Across from them was the couch, with the coffee table sitting close to it. The TV sat in a wood entertainment center across from the fake stone fireplace with the mantle over it. I was in my black jeans and blue fleece pullover, a casual ensemble meant to impress but relax at the same time. She was due any minute. There was a knock at the door, I walked past the chair, unlocked the door, and opened it. She stood there, looking every bit as angelic as the first time I saw her. She had her hair down, curled slightly inward towards her face. She had on her red lip gloss, and a matching, elegant red dress under a black coat. I instantly felt underdressed. I let her in, taking her coat and hanging it on a chair in the dining room, which was just a short distance away. The TV had already been turned on to a New Year's Eve special, and there was a blanket on the couch so that we could stay warm in the chilly house. She glanced over at the bucket, smiling slightly "Champagne? You really went all out didn't you?" "Not yet, but I'm getting there." I said with a wink. I went into the dining room and dug into a drawer which was in a china cabinet. I pulled out a match book, and then took down two candlesticks and their holders. I brought them into the living room, placing them on the coffee table before lighting them. Then I turned the lamp off to let them shine. She smiled, appreciating the romantic effect. I sat down, pulling her against me while pulling the blanket on top of us. We began to cuddle and watch the special on tv, waiting for the countdown to begin. I became distracted by the smell of the perfume in her hair; I turned and gently kissed her neck, inhaling the scent as I moved up to her cheek, finally sneaking a kiss upon her soft lips. We sighed together, going back to the show. She snuggled a little closer to me, rubbing her head against my shoulder. An entertainer came on; we watched the screen with eyes half open, feeling our warm bodies against each other and our hearts beating. The announcer showed several of the celebrations and fireworks shows from other time zones that had already passed the midnight mark. I stared at the various colors and booming sounds on the tv, and then looked from the screen to her sparkling blue-green eyes. I ran my fingers through her soft brown hair, and then pulled her face towards mine. Our lips met, flashes and fireworks sprung from the screen to my mind. Passion overwhelmed us, setting us on fire as we kissed urgently. My hands roamed over her, down to her neck, over her breasts, to her stomach, then back up to rub her breasts. I ran my thumb over her nipple, making it hard under my touch. She moaned low, deepening our kiss. We pulled a way breathless; looking back at the screen, seeing that time had seemingly run away at the sight of our indiscretions. The countdown had begun at twenty, then nineteen, eighteen, seventeen...we looked at the ball, sparkling with the light that was shining on it, 2004 flashing behind it as it started to descend from it's heights. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...I looked at her, pulling her tight to me, staring back from the screen to her face, seeing the effect of the light on her now dazzling face. Three, two, one... "Happy New Year's, luv." I said kissing her again, and then getting up out of my seat, I walked into the kitchen, getting the whipped cream and strawberries out of the refrigerator. I brought it back into the living room, a catty smile on my face. "And just what do you plan to do with that?" She said her hands on her hips as she sat up on the couch. "Why, celebrate the New Year, my beautiful girl." I set the whipped cream and strawberries on the coffee table, then went over to the bucket, pulling the champagne bottle out of the ice, peeling the label off and popping the cork with the aid of a nearby towel. The champagne fizzed slightly, and then I poured a little into two glasses, which were cleverly hidden behind some picture frames on the mantle. I handed one over to her with a wink. "My dear sir, are you trying to get me drunk?" She said with mock surprise and a wink. "But of course my dear, how else am I going to have my way with you?" I said, winking back. I took a sip of the champagne, feeling the bubbles tickling my nose and feeling the smooth liquid slip down my throat. I sat down on the couch next to her, setting my glass down as she did the same. I smiled at her, brushing her hair away from her face, then kissed her softly. We pulled away briefly, smiling and enjoying each other's company. We took another sip of our champagne, and then she looked at me with interest. "So what exactly IS the whipped cream and strawberries for?" "As if you didn't know...but it's a surprise, so you'll have to wait." I replied. We quickly finished off our drinks, then sat back to let it settle. I turned to her, leaned in and kissed her again, deeply, my hands tilting her head. We began to kiss more fervently, my hands moving from her chin down to her neck, and then to her shoulder, back down to her breast, which was pert and firm in my grasp. I moved my hand down to her stomach, stroking it lightly, and then reach behind and unzipped her dress, sliding her out of it to look at her in her bra and panties. She smiled, looking at me through slitted eyes. She reached up and grabbed the bottom of my pullover and tugged it up and over my head, and then ran her fingers over my chest and stomach. I kissed her again, my lips moving to her cheeks, then her neck, which I nipped softly with my teeth down to her collarbone, and then moved down even further to her covered breasts. I kissed, licked, and nipped her breasts, while my hands moved around behind her and unfastened her bra, sliding it off of her as I suckled her nipples. She gasped slightly, running her hands through my hair as I gave attention to her breasts, making them firm and her nipples hard. I kissed down to her stomach, licking parts of it, alternating hot and cold breathes of air on her skin to make her squirm with pleasure. Then I picked up the bottle of champagne, winking to her as she looked at me with a half smile. "So that's your plan is it? Bad boy!" I slowly poured a little champagne over her breasts, letting it run down a little before putting the bottle down and licking it up, trying to get it all up before it reached the floor. After I got it all off of her she smiled big and pushed me back to the other side of the couch. She reached over and grabbed the bottle, tipping it slightly, letting a small, steady trickle flow down my chest to my stomach. She put the bottle down after a second, and then began to run her lips over me, licking up the champagne, running her tongue over each rivulet, smiling as I jump from the sensations. My head had begun to swim a little from the feelings and alcohol, so after the champagne was all off of me, I leaned forward and grabbed the can of whipped cream and container of strawberries. I pushed her back, taking my turn, and then shake up the can of whipped cream. I pop the top and spray an arrow over her stomach, pointing towards her underwear. She laughs, and looks up at me. "Well, what do you think, can we dig up the treasure?" She smiled, and then nodded slightly, lifting up a little, inviting me to pull her underwear off. I slid them off, and then set them next to her bra. I picked up the can again, winked, and then sprayed whipped cream over her vagina, running circles over and over, until I reached the center. As I sprayed the first bit she drew in a breath from the cold. I put a strawberry in the center, then moved up to the arrow and began to lick up the whipped cream down towards her middle. She moaned a little at the hot and cold then began to run her fingertips through my hair and down over my back. I finished the arrow, and then moved down from her stomach to the simple sundae. I lapped at each bit of the whipped cream, going around in the circles to draw out the time before I licked her need. She squirmed and moaned, my hot breath driving her wild and my licks setting her on fire. I got to the center, then ate the strawberry and sat back a second to look at her flower. She had a little brown hair above it, with a pink slit lying out in the open air. I reached down and ran my finger over the outer petals, hearing her gasp with pleasure. I ran my fingers up and down, rubbing gently over the sensitive area, deciding where to lick first. Finally I plunged down, my lips and tongue descending as I licked and suckled the petals of her flower from the bottom up. She moaned in pleasure. I pushed my tongue a little further, her wetness urging me deeper inside. I felt her bud pushing against my lips and I gently wrapped my lips over it. I sucked in slightly, running it around softly within my mouth, listening to her moan. I ran my fingers over her petals, opening her flower a little more, letting my tongue play deeper within her, sending more and more pleasure over her. She began to buck and shift, trying to get my tongue deeper within her, her moans growing louder and her body shaking with pleasure. Her wetness washed over me, my fingers wandered over her petals, plucking them like harp strings, giving her more and more pleasure. Finally she screamed, gently coming into my mouth before settling back upon the couch, breathless. I sat up, smiling at her softly, my hands stroking her hair. She smiled back at me. "That was amazing, thank you so much." "Anything for you luv, I'm glad you enjoyed it. She shifted over, and I laid down, then she laid on top of me, resting her head against my chest. I sprayed the whipped cream over the strawberries, and we took turns feeding each other, laughing if we missed and kissing each other softly. We sipped the remaining champagne from the glasses when we got thirsty. After the food and drink was finished, we settled against one another and I pulled the blanket over us. I turned the TV off and blew the candles out as we settled into slumber.