"Nay good sir I would not want to have lost you at all," she said with a straight face.
"Would you do me the honor of eating the finest dinner available in the Shire m'lady?" I spoke gallantly even managing to work in a bow on the m'lady part.
She gave me a cheeky grin and cocked her head a little said, "I would love to m'lord I need to build up my strength for tonight."
"Tonight?" I wasn't sure what she meant.
"Why yes m'lord, when you bite me I want to have the strength to bite back." And with that she turned and began walking along.
I quickly joined her as she led me to Cherry Blossom Farms. Quite possibly the best restaurant in the Shire, believe me that takes some doing. It had been awhile since I'd been here and I thought we'd have trouble getting in, but she'd sent a lad to make reservations for us. We were seated quickly and the waiter listed off the specials. Neither one of us wanted a menu. If the chef's specials are not the best meal in the house it's time to get a new chef.
She had a pears, grapes, Shire burnt walnuts, bleu cheese, Mesclun, and citrus vinaigrette salad for openers. This was followed by Pan-Seared Sea Scallops- mango-cucumber salsa and hot & sweet raspberry puree for an appetizer. Muscovy Duck Breast Pan Seared with dried cherry-marinade and potato gratine for a main course.. I had the soup and Mussels Greenlips in a white wine broth with tomato and shallots for an appetizer. For dinner I had Sunflower crusted salmon and pineapple-crystallized ginger salsa with couscous. We both finished off with warm cranberry and walnut tart desserts.
It was quite an enjoyable meal and she was good company as well. She really knew how to sit up and eat. We sampled each others dishes of course. You really have to taste everything they make at the Farms. It's a great experience.
As we left the Farms, she said she'd like to stop at the market and pick up a few things. I agreed and before long we'd picked up enough supplies to make us both stagger. Her place was closer, so we rented a cart and packed the supplies over and started setting up for a great evening of sex.
First, I plucked the chickens while she skewered the small pig. It took both of us to put a haunch of beef on the spit behind the pig. We set those up to turn on the rotisserie. Waterfall rotisseries are a wonderful thing if you can afford them. It also helps to place your house by a spring or creek. I wish I had one. She washed the vegetables and put them on to cook while I prepared a salad. We agreed on a soup and I started that while she did something exotic for dessert. Now I know this sounds crude, I mean I know a really good sexual experience can take as long as a week to prepare the food. But we'd only met that afternoon.
As we finished getting everything into cooking pots or in the ice room, we began to look more and more at each other. She was a cute thing even if she wasn't carrying food. She stood about three feet five inches tall and like any good woman, that hourglass figure of hers was built for comfort not for speed. She had an ample bosom and blonde hair in plaited piggy-tails down to her waist, and the cutest hairy feet. Where as I'm a little taller with short curly thick, brown hair and brown worn hands from garden work.
We both stripped and took turns in her shower. She went first, so I was done last. When I came out of the shower I'd found that she decided to start our little evening together. She'd laid down on a freshly washed mat and had strewn some of the salad around her. The lettuce covered all her feminine spots and I was surprised not to see any tomatoes. I know we'd bought some. I picked out the vinaigrette dressing and liberally doused her in it. I heard her moan in pleasure as the acidic liquid nestled down between her legs.
I began by eating the salad on her upper torso. I was careful not to use my hands but merely my teeth and tongue as I separated my beauty from her green finery. The croutons added a nice touch as well. I kind of laughed as I discovered that under the green leaves her breasts were covered with sliced radishes and mushrooms. I made sure to lick every part of her clean. When I finished her upper torso, I began to descend below her waist, eating all I found there. As I pulled the lettuce away from her I discovered that she had packed those small tomatoes all around her flower. I tongued out the tomatoes and then went to work on her as well. I gently tongued her clean. Using my tongue to probe as far into her as far as I could. The salad dressing had really gotten into her. I could tell by the small moans and squirming that she was enjoying it.
When I had cleaned her up, it was my turn. I laid down and started draping salad over my anatomy. I hid a few olives, and I looked forward to her finding them. She was a nibbler. She nibbled away the salad on my legs first, and it's wonderful to have small fine teeth eating away the food upon you. They sensation they leave as the gently caress your skin is incredible. She cleaned my entire body before she started to work the area between my legs. I'd hidden the olives under my manhood and she was quite delighted to find them. She took my whole member in her mouth as she tongued out the olives.
By then the soup had cooked. I pulled the clam chowder from the fire and searched for a ladle. Soup is tricky stuff, most lovers just spoon feed it to each other. But I like to ladle it on and lick it off. It adds to the overall taste of the skin. Doing this can be tricky though. The soup cool enough not to burn, but it has to be hot enough to still taste good. Plus if you use to much it can spill off your partner on to the mat. And that's just a good waste of food. I ladled it onto myself first. That way it could cool a little more before it was her turn. She took great delight in finding every last drop of soup. I'm pretty sure this is a trick none of her other lovers had tried. When she had finished me and laid back, I ladled the soup over her and began to slurp it up. Now in polite company slurping is bad but l, during sex there's no better way to do it.(Gives me a hard-on just to think about it again) It didn't take long before she had an orgasm. When she started to really quiver I separated her legs and slurped between her thighs. I always love it when they scream. I went back for seconds on the soup.
