"Oh, Joe," she whispered her eyes glazed with unshed tears. "I'm speechless; your kiss is so profound. I don't ever want to use my lips for anything else ever again. I want to forever be engaged in kissing you."
Angelica blinked and smiled, she remembered this couple from her first experience with the erotic authors, but it seemed she'd flicked back to the part after the kiss she had been so desperate to watch. The sexual tension was still high, the two sat so close, their cheeks flushed, their bodies taut with anticipation.
"I'm down with that." He smiled, not just his lips but his whole body became gleefully relaxed. His deep chuckle resonated around the stark, winter scene and her giggle highlighted it, it blended perfectly to make the happiest sound Angelica had ever heard.
There was a rumble and a flash, then suddenly the air was filled with water, small drops at first, then line after line of determined droplets slashed and splashed around the ardent lovers.
"Maybe we should go inside." English Lady stood up, head bowed down, water already soaking through her curls and her delicate outfit.
"We should, but if we go back in there we'll have to behave again." Joe Wordsworth stood up too, directly in front of English Lady. "I really don't want to behave, I just want to lift your chin with my finger, then stroke your cheek with my hand and kiss you again. But if you're worried about the rain..."
"Sod the rain." She laughed, her hand shot out and landed on his hip, her fingers gripped the soggy cotton and pulled him closer to her, "I want you."
Her lips hovered just in front of his and their eyes locked; their variegated green gazes mingled and intertwined like vines, their fingers, hands and arms following suit, binding themselves together until they appeared like one rose blossoming and whipping round in the stormy breeze.
Angelica held her breath as she finally witnessed the lovers lips pressed together in the perfect kiss. She could see the paths of rain streaking down their faces, but neither one stopped to brush them away. They were so absorbed in each other that all they cared about was that kiss and Angelica could see exactly why.
His hands roamed up from her hips, lifting the material of her top till they pressed into flesh, moving higher to gently cup the curve of her ample breasts. English Lady followed suit, her hands slipping and sliding up and down his naked back beneath the now see through white of his formal shirt.
Angelica suddenly remembered she was holding her breath and let it out with a soft sigh. The lovers stopped their kissing and turned to look straight at her.
"And who, may I ask, are you?" English Lady asked, her British politeness curt but intact.
"An...Angelica." Angelica managed to stutter out, her cheeks a blinding red.
"Oh, the fantasies woman," Joe added, smiling through the rain at his partner in kisses, "didn't you get that PM?"
The conversation changed, no longer was Angelica part of it, as the couple focused in on each other once again.
"I totally specified that this was a no-go fantasy." English Lady whispered, well whispered loud enough to be over-heard. "She's totally ruined it now."
"Oh, it's just an excuse to start all over again darlin'" Joe's eyes sparkled as he cupped her face with his large hand.
"Can we cut the rain!" He shouted loudly, and the rain did actually stop.
"What do we do with her, though?" English Lady asked, looking back over at Angelica but she wasn't really focused on her, she was too occupied with images of starting this particular fantasy over from scratch. "Oh, I know." She grinned. "I'll just move her to my other fantasy, you know the one Joe."
"Oh yeah, yeah. Our little voyeur will love that one."
"Take her to the party, please." English Lady Shouted up into the sky and Angelica was transported in an instant to a large hall filled with people, body heat and loud music.
It took a moment for Angelica's eyes to adjust, but once they did she could see that the people milling around her were in several stages of undress. In fact the two ladies directly in her line of sight were completely nude.
"Somebody pass me that flake." A familiar voice made itself heard over the noise, and Angelica stepped forward to take a closer look. Sure enough, one of the very naked ladies on the floor was English Lady. Next to her lay another naked beauty, her soft breasts rose and sank rhythmically, and her torso was smeared with something...
"A chocolate coated McKenna, oh baby, I know I'm in Heaven now." A male voice whooped from the group around her.
"And, Mr Hardon," English Lady purred, "She's about to become a chocolate stuffed McKenna."
"It doesn't come better than that." The guy sighed, biting his thumb gently for a moment before dropping his hand to his side and clenching it in his fist.
"Are you ready, love?" English Lady slid up the sensuously stretched out body and sat by McKenna's head. She raised the yellow wrapped chocolate bar in her hand and grinned wickedly. McKenna moaned as English Lady twisted the end of the bar until the plastic sprung open. Ever so slowly she slipped her finger down the crease, pushing back the plastic and revealing the crumbling log of chocolate beneath.
"Do you want a bite?" English Lady whispered in McKenna's ear and she nodded her head, her bright bluey-green eyes sparkling and wide as her tongue whipped over her plump lips.
"Well, okay then, it seems only fair." She held out the chocolate and placed it just in front of McKenna's lips which made her stretch her neck to bite through the crunchy layers. Crumbs tumbled down on to her chest and she giggled then moaned as the chocolate in her mouth melted, and English Lady bowed her head low, licking out her tongue to clean the crumbs from off the delicate white skin before her.
Groans and gasps echoed around as English Lady's mouth moved lower, trailing down to raspberry nipples and gently teased their tips with the slightest, lightest of sucks. She continued to dip down the body, trailing the softening chocolate in front of her. Lower and lower she sank licking up melted channels and crunchy crumbs as the flake left a trail to its final, sexy destination.
McKenna gasped, her hips bucked as the soft, melting wand of chocolate slipped over her sensitive clit. English Lady waved the wand up and down as she knelt reverently between McKenna's outspread thighs, taking in the soft folds of her wet, aroused sex and the loud whimpers that escaped the lips of both willing victim and the crowd gathered around.