Her mother had apparently never taught her not to play with food.
She was smiling at him from across the patio, teasing him, as usual, her mouth slightly open, her red lips pursed. She held a ripe Bing cherry by the stem and balanced the plump fruit on her lower lip, slipping it languidly in and out of her mouth, kissing it suggestively with her tongue. The cherry parted her lips obscenely as she raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Can you handle me?" She was melting him into a puddle of horny ooze and she knew it. She chuckled softly as she took the fruit between her teeth. Then, rolling it once more across the honey-like flesh of her lips, she sucked the cherry into her mouth and yanked it from its stem.
"Poor baby," she mouthed.
He was relieved to have a plate of food in his lap, conveniently covering his bulging erection.
Her husband, Bob, poor sap, had missed his the show, busy as he was tending to the five, luscious steaks that sizzled on his flaming grill. He turned to his guest, looking slightly ridiculous in his "Lawyers do it in Latin" apron, and smiled graciously.
"You doing ok there, partner? You're looking a little flushed. It's damn hot out here today, isn't it? Tanya, be a doll and get Alan another beer to cool him off, would you? These steaks ought to be ready in just about five minutes, so I sure hope you're hungry." He returned to his work.
"You're going to love these babies, Alan my man! I don't care where you go, nobody seems to know how to cook a good steak these days. They cost me a bundle, you know, but that German butcher has the best cuts of meat in the city and he knows just how I like them."
He spun the other direction to face his wife, who at that moment was devouring a strawberry she'd dipped in a gob of whipped cream.
"Tanya, baby, go get Alan another beer! And while you're at it, get me one, too. It's hot as a firecracker over here."
He turned away as Tanya obediently slid forward on the chaise lounge, her red skirt sliding high up her tanned thighs as she moved. Placing her right foot on the patio and bending her left leg at the knee, she opened herself fully to Alan as she rose. She wasn't wearing panties, of course. Now it was his turn to chuckle as he smiled up at her. Tonight, the name of the game seemed to be "see-who-can-drive-the-other-into-a-sexual-frenzy-first," and so far, Tanya was the only one racking up points. He would have to get on the scoreboard, and quickly. Setting his plate aside, he rose to follow her into the house.
"Let me help you get those beers, Tanya," he smiled.
Alan and Tanya were lovers -- had been for a couple of months now. So far, her husband, Bob, seemed to be clueless, which suited them fine. In fact, that pretty much summed up Bob's entire relationship with his wife these days. Their marriage had begun well enough, but something had changed.
Bob had changed. As the years rolled by, and the kids grew up, his career had become more sexually satisfying than his beautiful wife, which left Alan frankly questioning the man's sanity. True, power is an aphrodisiac, but who the hell needed an aphrodisiac with a wife like Tanya?
Maybe Bob, now head of his firm's legal division and constantly surrounded by fawning associates, was getting more than his ass kissed at the office? Maybe he'd been pounding out more than legal strategies on his many out-of-town excursions? That was Tanya's theory, and if it were true, Bob had been too smart to give her any proof. If he was cheating, he had covered his bases well.
So had she. Not that she wasn't willing to take a few chances now and then.
Alan came up behind her at the refrigerator, reached around her and grabbed a cold, long-neck bottle from the door. Popping the cap, he took a swig as she turned and took him in her arms. They kissed like two teenagers at a drive-in, and as their mouths got reacquainted, he slipped the beer bottle under her short skirt. She leapt as the cold glass kissed her thigh. As the lip of the bottle wandered up her leg, her breathing became ragged, then stopped altogether when he pressed it into her moist garden. Involuntarily, she closed her eyes as the cool glass slipped easily between her labia, bumping over her clitoris and fanning the flames that were already searing her insides.
All too quickly, it was gone. She whimpered as Alan raised the bottle to his lips and savored the taste of her tangy juices. She touched his cheek. He responded by lifting a hand to her breast.
"Do you think we might just skip dinner and move right to dessert?" she cooed.
"What, and miss out on all of this delicious foreplay? There's a whole plate of fruit out there just waiting to be turned into sexual symbolism. You're not tired of the game already, are you?" he smiled.
She skittered her fingers over the bulge in his pants.
"I never get tired of the game, Alan. Which reminds me. Everything I'm wearing, and not wearing, tonight is for you, lover. Hope you like?"
"You're absolutely beautiful, as always. All I can think about is ripping your skirt off and going down on you."
"Screw Bob! Screw dinner! Screw me, right now!"
"Shhhh, patience, my beauty. All in good time."
"Arrrrggh! I am so damn hot!"
With that, she turned back to the refrigerator, opened the door and stuck her head inside. He grabbed another beer and squeezed her lovely ass as he walked away.
Dinner was, as Bob had promised, outstanding. The steak had literally melted in his mouth, and the three of them, plus the two children, enjoyed a laughter-filled evening on the patio.
"You haven't had much to drink tonight, Alan," offered Bob. "How about a Scotch?"
"Actually, I'm trying to cut down on the calories. I think I'll pass, but thanks anyway."
"How about you, Tanya?"
"Well, Darling, it's already 7:30 and if you'll remember, I've got to drive the girls over to the Morgan's house for that sleep-over. It's Lisa Morgan's birthday tomorrow, remember? Anyway, I told Becky I'd have the kids there by 8:00, so we ought to get going."
"Damn, I forgot all about that." He glanced at his watch, agitated. "You don't need me to go along with you, do you? I was planning to head back to the office for a few hours to work on some things..."
"I don't really need you if you have other things to do, but I guess I was hoping you'd come along. The headlights keep going out on the SUV, and I'd feel much better having someone with me, just in case something happens." She glanced at Alan, whose face cracked into a faint smile. He knew what would happen next. Damn, she was good.
"Hell, Tanya, I don't know crap about cars, but Alan here knows everything there is to know, don't you, Bud? If I don't get those contracts finished and faxed by midnight, there's going to be hell to pay come Monday.
"You aren't busy tonight, are you Alan? How about going with Tanya just in case she needs some help? What do you say? I know it's a bitch, way across town and all, but after that expensive steak I gave you tonight, you could just think of it as payback. How about it?"
Payback? So soon? Never was a gift given that didn't serve some grander purpose, that was Bob's philosophy. Okay, he thought to himself, take your time. Don't appear too eager. His heart was already racing as he thought ahead to the possibilities...
"Bob, Alan doesn't have time to go traipsing across town with me and the kids," Tanya volunteered.
"No, it's okay, Tanya. Bob's right. The least I can do to repay him for that excellent dinner is to ride shotgun and make sure you're well taken care of. Think nothing of it, Bob. It would be my pleasure."
Bob smiled broadly and excused himself to make some phone calls. Tanya instructed the girls to go get their overnight things together. While everyone was leaving the room, Alan walked behind the couch where Tanya was seated, leaned down behind her, and as the last child disappeared, he slipped his hand beneath the fabric of her knit top and captured her left breast. She inhaled sharply as he rolled her turgid nipple between his fingers. She felt herself soaring. He pressed his mouth to her ear and slipped his tongue into her ear canal; her knuckles turned white as she gripped the arm of the couch. She was so close. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, hoping.
"I want to press my lips against your wet pussy and lick you until you beg me to stop," he whispered.
At the distant sound of footsteps, Alan withdrew a safe distance away, leaving her flushed and a bit senseless as the kids re-entered the room.
God, how she loved it when he touched her. Alan had wonderful hands, a sensitive mouth, a cock that left her reeling. But the thing that really made Alan special was the way he studied her. In such a short time, he'd learned what she liked and disliked, where her most sensitive places were, how to please her, how to send her to the moon and back again. He was a talented lover, and right now she ached for him.
***
While the girls chatted quietly in the back seat, Alan and Tanya secretly held hands in the front. She tickled the back of his hand with her fingernails. He carefully traced the bones and muscles of her wrist and forearm with his fingertips. After dropping the kids off for the night and saying their good byes, Tanya tossed him the keys and said, "You drive."
They'd hardly driven a block when she was next to him, planting moist kisses on his neck while lightly stroking his inner thighs with her fingernails. He concentrated on his driving, bravely (if unsuccessfully) determined to ignore her as her fingers wandered absently up to the begging bulge in his pants.
"What have we here? Have you been stuffing your pants with socks again to try to impress me?" She pressed her hand between his legs and squeezed his balls. His cock felt painfully strangled as she let her fingers drift lightly over the outline of his manhood.
