Chapter 5 โ Death by Chocolate
"So, what's the occasion?" Jon asked as I met him at the door coming home from the office.
I was dressed in a skirt and blouse. The skirt was a silky black with medium sized white polka dots and came down just below my knees. The top was all white and made of very thin material, which showed the lacy white bra underneath quite clearly.
"Oh, lets just say it is a post birthday, birthday party for myself." I said. "I just felt like a romantic dinner with just the two of us, and me cooking." He thought I meant the food, I knew that was only the half of it. I must admit, I found it exciting to know that I was about to ambush (with no bush) Jon with a level of sex he had only dreamt of, if he had ever dared to dream something like what I had planned. My knowing and his confusion only served to drive my sex with more urgency.
I opened a great bottle of Merlot while Jon changed into more comfortable clothing and set the main meal of chicken picatta and a salad on the table. "This looks wonderful. What got into you today?" Jon said as he sat down.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe it was something at the Fresh Market that gave me the idea."
We both dove into the salad at once, and I smiled a bit of a wicked grin as Jon ate the cucumber off his salad. If he only knew where it had been...
"Man, the veggies at the Fresh Market are truly crisp and fresh!" Jon said.
I wanted to say that he had no idea how "fresh" they could be, but agreed with him about how awesome they were.
The chicken was great, but I made sure the portions only filled us up without making us feel gorged. I wanted Jon to be in fine condition for dessert. As I picked up the plates, I told Jon. "Stay put. I have a special dessert for you and I after we finish the wine."
"OK. Jess, this is a wonderful meal. You are really special."
I said "Thanks" as I sat back down and poured the remains of the bottle in both our glasses. We spoke little in the next few minutes savoring the earthy smell and smoky taste of the Merlot. Jon pushed back in his chair and gave the look of a completely satisfied man. "That was absolutely great! Thanks again." He said.
I went to the stove and got the warmed bowl of chocolate sauce and stopped by the fridge to get the canister of whipped cream. I stood up and moved between him and the table. "Now for the final course." I said in a sultry voice. At that, I pulled my skirt up just high enough to flash my oiled and smooth pussy lips as I sat on the table in front of him, placed a foot on either arm of his chair, then allowed the skirt to recover what I had exposed. I then reached inside my blouse and lazily removed the lacy bra, which I had left unclasped everywhere for easy removal. My dark brown nipples were very apparent through my white top. Sticking my fingers in the ice water we had not drank with dinner, I smeared some on both nipples. The coldness brought them to further attention and the wetness made the blouse invisible over them. The impact was just as I had imagined.
I smiled at Jon with a crooked, yet naturally wicked smile and said, "ready for some dessert?"
His response was precious. "Wha, What... have you prepared?" He said with a choked whisper.
"My pussy." I said and pulled my skirt up to fully reveal my now achingly beautiful peach. His eyes lit up, and his jaw actually dropped. His expression was absolutely precious. It was like he did not know where he was. You could see that every fantasy he ever had was flashing before his eyes and he was unsure of whether he was in a dream or if this was really happening. He had a deer in the headlights look, like someone had just hit him with a stun gun.
I pulled up the front of the skirt to expose my womanhood like no other time in my life. My legs were parted, and my lips were hanging out of the folds of my vulva in a way I have not seen them do. They were engorged with the excitement of the moment.
There it was for Jon to feast his eyes on. I wanted it to be loved, caressed, penetrated, and frankly abused a bit. Being exposed like never before, I must say my pussy was beautiful even to me, and trust me, it was screaming to be touched, but I stayed cool; patience would be rewarded.
Jon sent a probing finger my way, only to have me slap him like a grade school teacher. "Now, now, no sampling before it is completely ready!" He was a kid in a candy store and he looked like he was in heaven. Of course, he wasn't, but he soon would be.
I reached over for the small bowl of hot chocolate sauce and smeared a small amount from my vaginal opening all the way to the top of my clit, swirling around it a couple times as I just could not stand to stop on the first circle. It sent shock waves through my body and I really thought I would cum right then. Jon was now leaning forward, intently watching his wife, the one who he always knew to be shy about sex, turning herself into a sensual sundae. I am not sure he ever blinked.
The whipped crรจme can was cold in my hands as I turned it over and placed the nozzle deep into the folds of my pussy and pressed the head sideways. The can immediately let out a burst of gas, with no crรจme and caused my pussy lips to flutter in the wind. The sensation was as incredible as it was unexpected. A small scream escaped my other lips as the vibration that passed through my bulging folds ran all the way through my body.
I pulled it out and gave it a good shake, smiled a slightly embarrassed grin, and saw that Jon found the sound and the thought of what had happened amusing. "Better hold it at a higher angle too, that is if you want crรจme this time." I just smiled, shot an experimental blob on the end of Jon's nose and put the nozzle back inside my folds, but this time, I stuck it in a bit deeper, and raised the angle so that the cold can leaned hard against my clit.