5 comments/ 30800 views/ 4 favorites The Strawberry By: MissStrawberry The first time I saw Jessica I was overwhelmed by her beauty, and more than a little put out. She was the girlfriend of Will, my boyfriend Matt's friend and co-worker, and as such we were expected to meet, and become the best of friends. Jessica was a little older than me, perhaps 27 or 28, and carried herself with the cool confidence of one who is fully aware of their own beauty. From the very first time we were introduced I was totally in awe of her, and felt hopelessly inadequate alongside her. She was several inches taller than me, about five eight with the kind of body that reduces men to little boys and women to the very depths of despair. Her curves were in all the right places, her waist tiny, her hips gently swelling out, her breasts a perfect C cup. Her legs were long and shapely, smooth with a hint of a tan. Her hair tumbled in soft waves halfway down her back, its colour a rich brown that conjured up images of soft melting chocolate. Her eyes in comparison were a striking blue, the lashes long. She had the most beautiful lips, plump and blushing, that parted slightly when she smiled to reveal brilliant white teeth and a hint of a soft pink tongue. All at once I was horribly jealous of her beauty, her poise, the easiness with which she laughed and flirted with the guys, and hopelessly in love with her. I was shy and awkward, like a teenager with a crush, and had no idea what to say to her. Luckily she had no such problem and conversed happily with me on a number of topics, not even seeming to notice my nervousness. She even seemed to like me and was soon suggesting we meet up for dinner and drinks at the place she and Will shared at the weekend. I was of course thrilled that we had struck up a friendship, that somebody like her would want to be friends with somebody like me, but also more than a little apprehensive. I would have to spend a whole evening making intelligent, interesting conversation, and eat a three course meal without spilling, dropping or god knows what else. I spent most of Saturday preparing myself. Whilst I knew I had no hope of comparing with the stunning Jessica, I could at least look my best. I took a long hot bath with scented oils and a chilled glass of white wine. I shaved my legs until they were smooth and silky and washed and blow dried my long blonde hair. I decided to wear a pretty, light blue dress that matched my eyes and my favourite pair of kitten heels. Matt laughed at me for taking so much effort, men of course never being able to understand the pressure to look good for other women. I felt reasonably good about myself, but when we arrived that soon changed. Jessica looked absolutely amazing, her perfect hourglass figure encased in a beautiful black dress, cut low enough to showcase her breasts, but not so low as to look cheap. The dress fit her like a second skin, skimming over her curves and finishing just above her knees. Her hair was freshly washed and shining, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks slightly flushed. When she leaned in to kiss me hello she smelled of vanilla and jasmine, with a slight spicy edge of shiraz. The combination of the hot bath and chilled wine had gone to my head a little bit and as my eyes travelled over that perfect body I felt a little hint of desire. This surprised me, whilst I could appreciate a woman's body I'd never actually been attracted to a woman that I knew. I glanced at Matt to see if he'd noticed but he was too busy ogling Jessica himself to have picked up on anything. The dinner was very good. They had made a delicious fresh tomato and basil soup to start, followed by roast beef. The wine was flowing freely, the spicy shiraz I had smelled on Jessica's breath earlier, a perfect accompaniment to the beef. Several times I looked up and caught Jessica watching me, a strange little smile upon her face. The boys chatted on and on, about work, football, music, their voices getting ever louder as they drank more wine, oblivious to the fact that Jessica and I were barely talking, communicating instead with our eyes. The atmosphere between us was strange, a little tense, charged. The wine emboldened me to look her in the eye, almost challengingly, to run my gaze over her, lingering on her lips staining a deep red as she sipped her wine. In return I felt her eyes on me, felt my skin prickle as if she were actually touching me, the little hairs standing up on the back of my neck. When we had finished our mains she disappeared into the kitchen for some time, finally returning with the piece de resistance. A bowl of hot, thick creamy melted chocolate, and a platter of plump crimson strawberries, bursting with ripeness. The men dug in at once, crudely dunking the strawberries, getting chocolate all over their hands and the table. Jessica waited until they resumed their conversation. She looked me straight in the eye, her sapphire blue eyes burning into mine, then reached out and selected the biggest, ripest strawberry. I watched the curve of her beautiful dainty wrist as she dipped it into the hot pool of chocolate, lifted it out once, letting the rich creamy chocolate dribble slowly down the fruit and drip back into the bowl, then moved it to her perfect lips. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she slowly parted her lips, and pushed the tip of the strawberry against her wet pink tongue. She gently bit into it, the ripe juices leaking out, over the curve of her lips, trickling slowly down her chin. All the while she did not take her eyes off me. It was the single most erotic thing I had ever seen. I was unbelievably aroused, feeling as warm and wet as the chocolate. It seemed such a bold and brazen thing to do, so overtly sexual, but the boys were far too drunk and absorbed in their own conversation to even notice. Jessica spoke then, breaking the mesmerising electric tension that seemed to hang between us with a jolt. 'Will, why don't you and Matt go down to the pub for a bit? Ashley and I can clear up here' Will looked genuinely delighted, as if all his birthdays had come at once, and they both got up abruptly, before Jessica could change her mind. I couldn't believe it, she was creating an opportunity for us to be alone. I was suddenly nervous, I didn't know whether she was genuinely flirting with me or whether it was all a joke. I hadn't even kissed a woman before let alone anything else. I busied myself with collectin g the plates, in my haste letting a fork slide from one of them to fall with a loud clang on the table, reverberating loudly in the now silent room. I reached to pick it up with clumsy fingers but felt a soft hand placed firmly on my arm. I lifted my eyes and met Jessica's intense blue gaze. 'Ashley, calm down' her voice was low, comforting and slightly amused. 'Put those dishes down, we can deal with them later, come sit down and have a drink with me' I followed her over to the sofa, my glass unsteady in my trembling hand. She sat down next to me, close enough for me to feel the smooth silk of her knee against mine. 'You look beautiful tonight' she murmured 'Not as beautiful as you, you always look amazing' I managed to reply 'Yes, far more beautiful than me, and you don't even know it' she was looking at me tenderly. She leaned forward and pushed a strand of hair back from my face. She was so close I could again smell the vanilla and jasmine, I could feel her breath on the side of my neck, making me shiver. I knew she was going to kiss me, and I was scared, but I knew that I wanted it. Not breaking the eye contact she gently pressed her lips against mine. It was soft, and warm, and totally different to kissing a man. I was used to Matt with his stubble and more aggressive kissing style, this was a whole new experience. As I tentatively kissed her back I felt her part those soft lips and a jolt of electricity shoot through me as I felt her tongue touch mine. She pulled me closer, her kisses becoming more passionate, more urgent. I was aware of so many things, the sweet smell of her perfume, the slight alcoholic taste of her tongue, the silk of her hair brushing against my bare shoulder, the warmth of her breast pressed against mine. My senses were alert, my skin tingling as I became more and more turned on. I made myself break away from her though, the thought of the boys coming back and finding us like this playing on my mind. She seemed to read my mind and gave a little smile 'Don't worry, its still early, they won't be back from the pub for hours yet' She made to move in and kiss me again, but noticing my unease asked 'Is everything okay?' 'Its just, I've never done this before, I've never even kissed a girl, I'm just not sure what I'm doing'. I blushed 'Its okay, just relax....' She kissed me again then, lingering for just a moment, gently scraping my bottom lip with her teeth as she moved away. I felt hot breath on my neck and the ends of her hair brush against my nipples, making them hard and aching, as she grazed my skin with her teeth, ran her tongue along my collar bone. I felt her gently slide down the straps of my dress as she moved her mouth along my shoulder, covering my skin with tiny kisses and licks. I caught my breath in anticipation as I felt her tongue trace a path along the tops of my breasts. My nipples were aching and impatient, begging to be touched. I felt her kiss lower, lower, then a spark shot through my whole body as her soft tongue came into contact with my hard throbbing nipple. She licked it gently, teasing it with the very tip of her tongue, making it wet then blowing gently on it, the cool air making it stiffen still further. I couldn't help but let out a small moan, the pleasure was excruciating. Another moan, this one of frustration, escaped my lips as I felt her pull away. I opened my eyes, watched her get to her feet, and panicked. Why was she leaving? What had I done wrong? But she was only going to the dining table, returning with the platter of strawberries in hand. She said nothing, but sitting back down beside me selected a strawberry, and bit off the tip, leaving the juicy flesh exposed. She then proceeded to trace around and around my breasts with that strawberry, leaving a trail of sweet sticky juice behind, which she slowly, tantalisingly chased with her tongue. She then started to tease my nipples with the end of the strawberry, it was cold against the fire that burned in them, soft against their aching hardness, and sticky. The feeling was exquisite. She used the strawberry to tease one nipple and took the other into her mouth, sucking it gently against her tongue, her teeth. I was so turned on I could hardly control myself. I felt my own juices starting to trickle out, just like those from the strawberry. I was moaning out loud and squirming under the heat of her mouth. Sensing it was time to move on Jessica slowly started to pull my dress down further and then it fell in a pile at my feet. She gasped at the sight of my body. I felt the strawberry being slowly moved down over my stomach, tugging at my skin. When she reached my knickers she looked up into my eyes and slowly hooked her fingers underneath them and pulled them down. The sight of a beautiful brunette pulling my knickers down was unbelievably arousing. I'd never even dreamed of seeing a woman between my legs like this. Jessica smiled and gently pushed my legs apart. Whilst I felt embarrassed at a stranger seeing me this intimately I was so turned on I didn't care. I felt the strawberry continue its journey downwards, over my lower stomach, through the small strip of pubic hair and down, down. I gasped as the soft, wet fruit bumped over my clitoris. Jessica started to tease my clit the same way she had my nipples, circling the tip of the strawberry round and round. I was moaning loudly now, involuntarily opening my legs wider. She moved the strawberry down, into my wetness and then the next sight nearly brought me to orgasm right then and there, she slowly brought the strawberry up to her mouth and ate it. She selected another strawberry and positioned it at the entrance to my pussy. She then started to push the tip inside me, very gently, teasing me, before slowly pulling it out again. I squirmed beneath her, becoming wetter and wetter with every stroke, I could feel my orgasm building, coiled tightly inside me, the pressure becoming more and more intense. She pulled the strawberry from me then, and crushing it in her hand let the juices run all over my clit and down over my pussy, mingling with my own juices. Pushing my legs still farther apart she leaned in and started to lick my clit with her wet little tongue, those perfect plump lips pushing against me as she lapped up all the juices. She worked two of her slim feminine fingers into my pussy, curling them against my g spot. I looked down at her long chocolate brown curls between my thighs, her face buried in my pussy. I was bucking against her as she fucked me with her fingers, the hard tip of her tongue all over my clit. I was so close to cumming, the tight twisted coil inside me just about to break. She pushed a third finger into me, at the same time sucking my clit into her mouth and I felt myself cum harder than ever before, my back arching as my pussy started to spasm, my juices gushing out. I grabbed the back of Jessica's head and ground my pussy against her face as I moaned in ecstasy, her fingers still working deep inside me. I collapsed back against the sofa, my breathing ragged, my whole body still feeling the aftershocks. Jessica sat down next to me, pulled me close to her, kissed my cheek, my hair, my lips. I was embarrassed now that I'd totally let myself go but she made me look her in the face and said 'That was amazing. You're amazing' and kissed me again. I lay back against the cushions and closed my eyes, feeling the relaxing effects of such a huge orgasm. After a few minutes I heard Jessica get up and begin clearing the dishes from the table. I put my dress back on and went to the bathroom to rearrange my hair. When I came back Jessica was sitting on the sofa again, glass of wine in her hand. She smiled at me and I went over and sat with her. We didn't mention what had just happened but spent the rest of the time until the boys came back in companionable silence. They were far too drunk to notice that anything had gone on and we left soon after, Jessica giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, leaning in to whisper that we really must meet up again soon. The Strawberry Bikini Emporium She stepped off of the bus and scanned the crowd. She spotted his tall form easily above the crowd, his smiling face beaming at her from across the depot. She ran to him for a big hug! He easily lifted her off her feet and gave her an enormous bear hug! "So glad to see you," he murmured into her ear. "You look great." "Put me down, Silly," she scolded him. "My skirt will ride up!" He set her down quickly and held her at arm's length. His eyes swept up and down and his mouth curled in a small smile. She wore a tight white tee shirt with a swooping neckline and a short denim skirt. "Hey! Your thoughts are written all over your face, Mister," she laughed. "I knew there was a good reason I don't play poker," he returned as he offered his arm to her and they went to collect her bags from under the bus. They had been friends for a very long time, and had flirted harmlessly over the internet for years, but this would be her first time visiting him. He usually made the long journey to her home town. He bent to look in the luggage compartment. "The trick with baggage is that everyone has it..." he began. "You just have to find a matched set!" she finished and they laughed easily, as if no time had passed since they were last in each other's company. They found her bags and he insisted on carrying all of them. He was perhaps the last gentleman, she thought wistfully. His truck was parked not far from the depot; he set her bags in the back and moved to unlock her door first. She stood so that he had to get very close to her to get to the lock. She decided not to move out of the way and see what would happen. He looked at her quizzically for a moment, arched his eyebrow, and pressed against her to open the door. Smirking he pulled the door open and made way for her to get in. She grinned at her saucy behavior and jumped into the seat. "Are you in?" he inquired mildly. She nodded and he firmly closed the door. He went around the truck and she took a moment to remember how good his body had felt pressed against her. God! She had only been with him for five minutes and she was already excited! He got into his seat and enquired "Where to first, M'lady?" "Well, as you know, I am going to Mexico this winter, and I thought that since I am in the big city I should get a few things for the trip," she suggested. "Say no more," he said, starting his truck. He drove her through the large city that he had moved to several years ago from his small town. They made easy and light conversation as they went. She was pleased by how comfortable she always felt around him. His presence just made her feel so safe and, well, attended to. He had an easy wit, and she was amused at how attractive she found him. He was very sweet when they got to the shopping centre. He trailed along behind her through store after store, offering opinions and carrying bags for her. He seemed so proper after his initial cheeky behavior at the depot that she began to wonder if she had imagined it. No problem she thought, she had a plan. "The Strawberry Bikini Emporium," he read the unlikely name aloud and gave her a sideways glance. "I need a male's opinion," she claimed. "Come on!" She browsed through the racks, trying to gage his reactions to her choices from the corner of her eye. He seemed to like bright colors best. She picked a few different cuts, including one she would never wear in public. "I need to try these on," she announced. "Wait outside in case I need another size or something." Again he arched his eyebrow and smirked at her, but dutifully, he followed her to the change room, bikinis in tow. She got inside the small change room and looked in the mirror. She was pleased with her figure. She didn't think her body was perfect, but what girl does, she thought. She had an hourglass figure and men seemed to like her. She wondered if her old friend would like it too. "Do you know what you are doing?" she asked herself as she looked into her own eyes. She had to admit that no, she didn't, but a tingling down below made her ignore her misgivings. She pulled her tee over her head and shimmied out of her skirt. She reached back and undid her bra. She rubbed her nipples and gave them a tug, feeling them harden. All the better to model a bikini, she thought. She slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She loved the way her careful trimming made her pussy look. She had a nice mound with a neat landing strip. She often shaved it completely, but had opted for a 'more conservative look'. She giggled aloud at her thoughts. "Everything okay in there?" his voice sailed over the door to the change room. "Just fine," she assured him and hastened towards her first choice to try on. It was a relatively conservative two piece with full coverage of her ass and triangles to cover her breasts. However he had pointed it out because it had Hot Rod flames on it. He had muttered something about Von Dutch. She stepped into the bottoms and pulled them up, then tied the top around her back and neck. She smiled to herself as she turned to open the door. She thought she looked like a motorcycle chick! "You would look great in that on the back of my bike!" he exclaimed as she came into view. His eyes were bright and he clearly liked what he saw as she capered and turned in the small change room. He was tall, but she was surprised to find that he was also wide enough to effectively block the view from the store. His smile combined with her new observations made her bold, and she mocked riding a motorcycle and revving the throttle suggestively at him. He laughed out loud. "It is very nice, Hot Wheels, what else do you have?" She revved at him once more and he laughed and closed the door. She smiled to herself and looked at the next suit she had picked. It was a smaller suit in a leopard print. She thought it was a little silly, but, as he had said when she lifted it off the rack, the classics never go out of style. She put the hot rod suit on the maybe pile. The leopard suit was smaller than the last one, for certain. The bottoms were very high cut at the sides for one thing, and they only covered maybe two-thirds of her ass. She turned to check it out in the mirror. She wondered if he would like her ass. He had seemed appreciative so far, so she shrugged and untangled the strings that made up most of the top. She got it tied in place, adopted what she thought of as her angry kitty pose, with claws extended and called sweetly "Ready," He opened the door and peeked around and jumped back slightly as she hissed and brandished her brightly painted nails at him! "Easy kitty," he smiled when he got a look at her, "Or you will have to sleep outside tonight!" "Oh no!" she became very conciliatory, rubbing her face on his chest like an affectionate kitten. "Not that!" She liked her 'paws' and purred. She looked up at him and noticed he was studying her ass in the mirror. He swallowed hard and looked down at her. She noticed fire in his eyes for only a moment before he got back under control and laughed again. "You are incorrigible," he exclaimed with a smile and shut the door. She was actually glad he had not lingered, because the fire in his eyes had sent a shock through her system directly to her pussy! She leaned against the door for a second feeling her lips moisten. It was a good thing the bottoms were lined she thought wryly. She got out of the suit more slowly, reflecting on her body's reaction. She had enjoyed the suit, but put it on the reject pile; she could never wear something so cheesy in public! She noticed her nipples were quite hard and no longer needed to be tweaked to stand out. Want and need are two different things she reminded herself as pressed her palms against her breasts and squeezed her thighs together. The next suit looked like a bikini wet suit. It even came with a plastic dive knife to strap to her thigh! It was black and red; with low cut bottoms that showed off her rounded hip quite well. In the mirror the bottoms just barely came up enough in the back to cover the crack of her ass. With a naughty gleam in her eye she pulled them down enough to show a quarter inch of the line between her choice cheeks, and called him to look. As he pulled open the door she struck a pose, her back to him, hip thrust strongly to one side, looking over her shoulder. She had the strap on her thigh, but the toy knife was hidden from his view in her hand. "A fine day for a swim, no Mr. Bond?" she said in her best Russian accent, noting his appreciative grin. Suddenly she spun towards him, pretending to lash out with the toy knife! Before she could blink he had her arm pinned behind her body, which was pressed very tightly against him! She was up on her tip toes wincing slightly at the pressure on her arm. "I forgot about your training," she whispered as he let her go. She went down on her heels but stayed pressed against him, smiling shyly up at him. "I am sorry about that," he murmured, genuinely embarrassed. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, pressing her face against his chest. "I'm sorry too," she inhaled deeply, enjoying his manly scent. Suddenly she realized she could feel his hardening penis pressed against her belly! She gave a secret smile, wiggled back and forth a few times and stepped back into another pose. "What do you think of my suit, Mr. Bond?" she asked, back in character. "You make it look good, Natasha," he drawled while eyeing her up and down. "Now hurry up, I am getting hungry," "Hungry? Is that what you are getting?" she arched her eyebrow at him. He smiled and raised his eyebrows back at her innocently, and spun back out of the change room. She rubbed her wrist ruefully. She didn't anticipate his reaction to her pretending to stab him. She wasn't upset, rather she was amazed at the effect his fierce reaction had on her. She pulled the bikini bottoms off and felt bad, the liner was actually damp! She quickly slid her fingers across her lips and moaned under her breath. God she was wet! She pulled out a tissue and dabbed at her pussy, but it did not seem to help. "I have to get this taken care of!" she said to herself. "Pardon?" his voice came over the wall. She should have remembered he had excellent hearing! "Nothing..." she trailed off lamely and reached for the next suit. She could imagine the coy look that would be on his face and cussed him silently. The next suit was a baby blue string bikini, with beads on the ends of the strings. She tied the bottoms together and looked at her ass in the mirror. She had to admit, it was pretty damn good! She twisted her hips and the beads clicked as the strings swung out and hit her body. Her breasts giggled, and she remembered to try the top too. She tied it around her neck, and behind her back. She pouted her lips, swung out her hips and took a good look at herself. Was this what she wanted him to see, when she convinced him to join her in Mexico? Something was missing she decided. Then she had a flash of inspiration! She pulled off the top and covered her breasts with one arm. Turning to the door she called out to him. "Hey! I need you!" she held the top at arm's length as the door opened. "Oh my God," he uttered, taking in the view. "What?" she was the picture of wide eyed innocence. "I want you to get me this same top, but in red" "Of course," he stammered, staring a moment too long before taking the top from her outstretched hand. She hummed to herself, tracing a finger absently around on nipple then the next until she heard him knock on the door. She quickly draped her arm across her breasts and opened the door. He came right inside the change room, handing her the red top. This time, however, he did not retreat back out of the room. Purposefully he shut the door behind him and sat down opposite of her. "You've been teasing me all day, girl," he growled, his smile showing her that he was not upset. "Now try on that top!" She only hesitated for a moment before she bit her lip and dropped her arm. He leaned forward, intently looking her in the eyes. She blushed and clumsily tied the top around her middle. She spun the knot to the back and reached up to tie a knot behind her neck. He was on her in a flash, trapping her arms above her head and leaning in to lick and gently bite at her nipples! She gasped and squeaked, trying to be quiet, since there was a store full of customers just on the other side of the thin change room wall! He came up to eye level, his face was fierce; the fire she had seen was back in his eyes. "This is what you wanted isn't it?" his voice grated with passion. It was true she had to admit to herself. She was so excited her bottom squirmed on the bench! She closed her eyes and whispered, "Yes". Roughly he grabbed her ass and dragged her hips to the edge of the bench. He nipped her lower lip once with a quick kiss, and then dropped to his knees in front of the bench. He pulled the pale blue crotch of the bikini bottom to one side so quickly that she thought she heard some threads tear. All concern was driven from her mind by his hot breath on her sex! He growled once more and pressed his face between her thighs! She let out a high pitch squeal as she felt his lips and tongue make contact. Her hand shot out and grabbed the base of his skull, her nails pulling him into her hard. His lips and tongue were relentless! His mouth tugged on her lips, his tongue drove into her, and then looped around, barely grazing her clitoris! She ground her pelvis against his face, rubbing hard against his nose and mouth. When he slid a finger into her she let out a small shriek and spots of light danced in her vision. His oral assault was relentless! He darted from lips to clit, pushed his tongue deep inside her and back again. She was nearing the point of no return! She felt his finger turn inside her, and his lips clamped down around her clitoris. His tongue began lashing all around her most sensitive point. Her hips began to buck uncontrollably, and as his mouth stayed with her, she wasn't sure if her nails on his neck were drawing blood or not. She didn't even care! Suddenly he bent the finger he had deep inside of her, touching her g-spot; her vision exploded in white light! She opened her mouth to wail, only to find her balled up tee shirt gently pressed to her face. She spared only a fraction of a second to be grateful before she wailed into her shirt, cumming like she never had before! Her hips trembled violently as she came over and over! He did not let up for a moment, driving spasm after spasm from her tired body! After several minutes it became too intense and she gently pushed on his fore head. He lowered the shirt from her mouth and she gratefully sucked in the fresh air as she looked down at him. His beautiful face was shiny with her moisture, and his dark eyes looked up at her so intently. She shuddered joyfully. "Oh my God," she whispered. "That was..." He smiled and wiped his face. He leaned up and kissed her fore head. Spontaneously she grabbed him in a hug, tears welling in her eyes. "Now you," she whispered urgently. "Is everything okay in there?" the female clerk's voice broke the moment. She let him out of her tight embrace. "Y-yes," she was embarrassed at how her voice quivered. He gently cleared his throat. "So, this one then?" he asked as he scooped up the red top and pale blue bottoms. "Uh-huh" "Get dressed," he told her as he stood. "I will take care of this," "But..." she began. "Do you mind if I make dinner tonight? My acreage is very secluded, and there may be time for a fire later," he trailed off, eyes smiling at her. He turned and left the room with the bikini. "Find everything you were looking for?" she heard the clerk's voice fade away. "Oh there's going to be some fire tonight..." she promised herself... To Be Continued?