"Chocolate Truffle"
Poor Sebastian had to sit on a wicker sofa in the lavished basement as Kelly washed his pants in her washer. The basement was painted light blue with slate tiles with a few beach themed carpets. She felt like she was in a tropical hotel doing a man's laundry. She chuckled at that. She was only helping him since she made the mess. After checking his pants and began drying them on the wicker counter, she walked back to the man who covered his crotch with his hands.
"I do want to apologize for soiling your pants like that." She stated, standing right in front of him and fanned herself. "I had no idea how I excited I could get with moments like an engagement."
"It's a joyful occasion, Miss Gills. No need to apologize to feel happy." He blushed but he gave her a reassuring smile. "I've had worse messes, Miss Gills, so some ice cream on the pants isn't something to be excited about."
"But what if those pants are the expensive kind?"
"I buy my own clothes that comfort me, Madam. I never like anything stylish. They can be rather stiff."
Kelly nodded with some doubt in her mind when she found some orange residue on his right thumb. She bent down and looked closely to it. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "There's some of my ice cream on there. Let me wipe this off you."
"Oh come now, dear Madam, I don't want to trouble yourself. I have a tissue."
"No, no..." Kelly went on her knees and took his hand close to her mouth, kissing it gently. "I...insist on cleaning you." It was her intention to make something up to him for what she had done. Of course, there was another subconscious reason for doing this. She wanted to try an experience she never had a chance to do on her younger years. Just to start, she would like to practice.
She started to lick off the cream from his thumb, keeping his hand still with her fingers. He made a raspy moan which made her feel strange. She asked herself what sort of feeling was this as she kept licking the residue off his hand and hear his low, deep voice? My Lord, that woman slowly became phased with her own thoughts. So much so, that she saw something poking through a man's blue striped shorts.
She really knew what to do next...she freed him from his boxers and started to be passionate with him, kissing and licking his warm orange popsicle. That was exactly what it tasted like to her. She quickly became addicted to it and wanted more. She pressed her lips on the damp tip and began to bob her head, holding his hips to feel them roll. With his voice moaning and his hands reward her with deep petting, she kept going, desiring the center cream underneath the orange exterior.
"Madam?"
She hummed around his member before pulling out, saying to him, "please, let me pleasure your dick."
"Madam!" Sebastian made her woke up from her fantasy. She looked at the blushing man who was more worried than excited. She looked down and saw her own saliva which cover all of his thumb. She was aghast. All that time, she was sucking his thumb? She felt humiliated.
"Oh God, honey," she started, starting to feel dizzy. "I just don't know what came over me." Well, she was partially truthful. She did get carried away, licking the sticky orange cream off of his hand. But with a slight tingle between her legs, she knew what flooded her mind, and enjoyed it. A fantasy such as that made feel wild in her own timid way.
Sebastian sighed as he picked her up and let her sit down beside him. "Madam, I want to thank you for your warm hospitality. Now, why don't you go upstairs and rest? I'll take my pants and find my way out." He pressed his hand on her flushed cheek and rubbed it gently. He smiled, thinking how precious she was when she offered him to pleasure him. "Will you do that, Miss Kelly?"
"Yeah..." she said with a dazed look. "Yeah...I'll head to bed and nap for an hour." She stood up and walked to the stairs, turning back to her new butler friend. When smiled at her and waved, she couldn't help but wanted to see him again...often. She almost tripped on the small wicker table with a plant on it, making her stagger. She steadied the table and turned back, waving back to him and ran up the stairs.
Sebastian watched the writer ascended as he walked to the dryer to take out his light brown pants. He sighed as he thought how pleasant the woman became when she sucked his thumb. The words that came out of her mouth sounded so sultry, he felt pleased when her voice flowed in his head. In fact, the thought of her moaning when she fed on him made him more alive than he usually was. Oh yes, the camp was definitely alive when word of the engagement was mentioned.
"You don't say!" Alice Granger cried, dropping her magazine when Eleanor told her the news. She was having her hair dyed auburn and already under the dryer when there was a commotion downstairs. "So, he asked her...when?"
Eleanor blushed and made a wondering moan. "Right before noon today is my guess. Sumie and I were at the booth when we heard the response. This Heather girl was really excited about his question pop."
"Question pop? Is that what these kids are saying now?" The seventy-two-year-old huffed as the dryer stopped blowing. "You know in my day, women are thrilled of just becoming a wife of the man, not just having the man popping the question they want to hear."
"I'm saying it, Alice," Eleanor lifted the lid and helped her customer stand and gently led her to the chair. "And Heather was surprised when her boyfriend asked her that. She will be so ecstatic when the big day will finally arrive. Oh, I know I would."
"Oh yes, Elle, who was that handsome man that was with you when I came in this place?"
Poor Eleanor's face changed to crimson when she heard the question. She put the barber bib around Alice and pulled the drawer. "Oh...Alice, his name is Alex and he's only a friend. He is a priest in a nearby Catholic Church."
"Really??" Alice became curious with incitement. "I never knew you as a woman under the man in a cloth."
Eleanor shook her head as she took out her comb to align her hair. "We are only friends, Alice, and nothing more. He's not attracted to me."
"You're lying, sweetie. I know he likes you. It's the way he looks at you. Maybe you should consider pouncing on him."
"Alice!"
"What? That's how I won my Alfred. Oh, Eleanor, don't use that fluster on me! It is merely a helpful suggestion."
Some helpful suggestion, Eleanor thought as she combed the woman's auburn hair to cut it shorter. If I wanted something helpful, it would have to be something like 'take it slow' or 'play hard-to-get'. Of course, Alice was one of those modern women who believed women are just as aggressive in what they want as men. She believed in the determination, the drive they created to get what they want. It was a shame, though, that sex never counted as one of the top priority for most women. Eleanor wondered why women wouldn't consider it as she proceeded to do her job.
Downstairs, Sumie just made a coat sleeve for a costume she proceeded to make for the upcoming Summerween party (the annual Halloween party that always took place during the first week of summer). The scarlet velour texture made her fingers tingle when she touched it. She thought to herself whoever wear this coat shall be one lucky guy. She stitched some details on the sleeve like gold ornament detail on the underarm and a décor button at the wrist. She had to pleasure herself of the work she designed by rubbing the scarlet material on her cheek. She enjoyed the material. She could imagine her future hubby wearing a thong made of velour...
"Sumie? Are you in here?" A nervous voice cried out. Theresa was in her swimming attire, her blue tee over her brown bikini. Sumie walked over to the counter and put her working sleeve next to her. "Hey, Theresa! Glad you're here! Here, feel this!"
"It's a sleeve! Do you want me to put my arm through it?"
"No, just feel the material!" Sumie put the sleeve on Theresa's palm. "Feel how soft this is...it's made of velour."
Theresa felt the soft material with her hand and cooed at the softness. "Oh, that is pretty wonderful."
