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She rolled slightly to the side but caught herself and stopped, shuddering as she came again.
When I'd licked both legs clean, I stood up and went to the refrigerator. I took out a bottle of white wine and poured myself a glass. I stood next to her and watched her as I sipped slowly. I could tell from the way she was breathing that she knew I was toying with her and that it was turning her on. I looked at the pile between her legs. It had largely slid downward, much of it melting into a runny river of cream between her lips and cheeks. I reached and scooped some of it off with two fingers, licking and sucking them loudly. Then, I put my hand between her legs again and pushed a finger between her lips. She moaned, loud this time, and shook the table. I scooped more cream and licked my fingers off.
After a few more sips of wine, I put the glass down on the table next to her head and lifted one of the pieces of fruit strip, the one that was across the bridge of her nose. I tasted it, chewed slowly and swallowed. Strawberry. My favorite. Then, I leaned over and took the cherry from her lips with mine. She tried to kiss me but I backed away.
I found the whipped cream in the refrigerator and shook the can. "Open your mouth," I told her. She did and I stuck the nozzle between her open lips, filled her mouth to overflowing, let it pile up high. I pushed a finger into her mouth, gushing whipped cream over her lips and down the side of her face. She moaned when I put my mouth on hers and started sucking the cream out of her. I could tell how anxious she was now and slid my hand between her legs, this time going straight for the little bud. She came again, this time gasping and struggling hard to keep her arms flat on the table.
I spent the next twenty minutes licking slowly, terribly slowly, the rest of the whipped cream off of her. She came and came, her body was more sensitive than I'd ever remembered. When I was finished, I sat in the chair next to the table and slid her off and into my lap. We kissed for a while, my hands fondling her, keeping her aroused but not too much. I pulled my head back and looked at her.
"So, what prompted that?" She stared at me puzzled and leaned in to kiss me again. I let her, feeling her tongue probing my mouth, my cock getting stiff again. After a few minutes, I pulled back and smiled. "That was amazing. *You* are amazing." Cheryl looked at me as if she didn't understand. Then, she slid her hand across my belly and lightly tweaked my right nipple. "Fuck Sherrie, fuck?" She leaned closer and licked my neck, sucked at the soft skin just above the collarbone. "Sherrie fuck, Sherrie fuck," she muttered, then fell asleep.
I carried her upstairs to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. I got a washcloth and cleaned her up, then covered her and went downstairs to make dinner. She came down later that night and acted like nothing had happened. I played along but I was getting a little worried.
Another event I remember vividly was the Victoria's Secret shopping expedition. Cheryl called me at work one day and told me she was close by and wanted to have lunch. I asked someone to cover the phones for a few hours and drove to our favorite restaurant. She ate lightly, ordered wine. I enjoyed my favorite corned beef sandwich with beer and we talked about nothing in particular. After the bill came and we paid it, she started acting strangely. I'd ask her a question and she'd answer in a word or two, and in a monotone voice. Maybe she was tired, I thought.
When the change came, she asked the waiter if there was a store that sold wire nearby. He gave her a puzzled look and she scrunched up her face and tried again. This time, she asked for a puzzle place, a secret place. The man got nervous and excused himself politely, went to get the manager. Cheryl looked a little dazed, she was trying to find a word or a thought and couldn't.
When the manager arrived, Cheryl asked him if he wore women's underwear.