Fifteen minutes later Bella sat down once again, and plonked a bikini bottom on the kitchen table in front of her. She prodded it and looked at the tatty label. She remembered it being a vibrant bright pink, but it certainly wasn't that now - it was well faded, and looking a little tatty if she was honest.
She turned it over so one of the bows was uppermost. It had been knotted tight for years, but when she picked at it with her fingernails it came undone without too much trouble. She felt a little flutter in her belly. She teased the other bow undone, spread the whole thing out flat on the table, and picked up her abandoned coffee cup. The drink had gone cold, but she finished it anyway - never once taking her eyes off the bikini bottom spreadeagled on the table.
With the coffee finished she stood and wandered over to the fridge. The gateau, of course, was gone. But there was a large helping of coffee mousse left, and a modest bowlful of trifle. There was also a big jug half full of home made custard, which seemed to have set into a blancmange-like consistency. And certainly it all needed using up.
Her mouth was dry, and her heart thumping. She chewed her lip. She stood tall and took a deep breath. Some things just have to be done, even if only once.
The decision made, Bella busied herself immediately. She fetched out her cake board and spread the bikini bottom along it, smoothing it flat with her fingertips. She collected her trophies from the fridge and lined them up beside for inspection. The trifle had a sponge base, which made it a little more substantial than the other ingredients - so she spooned it out of the bowl and spread it in a thick layer down the centre, then fanned it out into the front and back triangles. Perfect. There could be no going back now, and her actions gained momentum.
She scooped the mousse out of its bowl into the centre of the back triangle, and spread the custard thickly along the centre and towards the front. She stood back to admire her handiwork, and then glanced down at her over-sized tee shirt and trackie bottoms. Time to get ready.
In a dream-like state she wandered into her bedroom. She peeled off her trackie bottoms and tied the bottom of her tee shirt in a knot over her right hip to keep it out the way. She tugged open a drawer filled with summer shorts and strappy tops, and rummaged around. What do you wear with a bikini full of dessert?
Her head brought short dresses and flouncy skirts to mind so she took hold of the drawer handle to nudge it shut - but her eye caught something. Ah-ha! She pulled out a fringed sarong in a pale lavender colour. Just right!
With the sarong trailing from her hand, Bella walked back into the kitchen. She pulled one of the stools out from under the breakfast bar and laid her cake board on the top. Then, taking a long breath through her nose, she pushed her knickers down and kicked them off. Bending her knees just enough, she manoeuvred herself over the cake board and sat as lightly as she could manage. It felt cool and deliciously squelchy. She pulled the front triangle up between her thighs, and lifted the back triangle up around her bum. Catching hold of the front and rear ties on the right hand side she pulled them gently together and tied them in a bow. She repeated the exercise on the left, and then went back to the right to tighten it a little. Finally, with it all tied, she gingerly stood up. To her surprise, nothing immediately fell out.
Now standing, she tightened the ties and gave her hips an experimental wiggle. She felt the creamy coolness work its way in to her intimate crevices, and stilled a moment to enjoy the sensation. A smile crept onto her lips.
She reached for her sarong, pulled it round her waist and knotted it over her right hip under the knot in her tee shirt. She glanced at the tiled kitchen floor - any spillage would clean up easily enough. She experimented with a step forwards. The bikini felt loose and saggy, but still seemed to hold the gooey slop around her. The feeling was almost indescribable - cool and refreshing, yet deliciously naughty and quite hidden under the sarong.
Taking one step at a time she walked across the kitchen, rocking and wriggling her hips with each movement to savour the feeling. She glanced at the floor behind her, and looked down at her lower body. A trail of custard blobs showed where she had been; and either melted moose or cream was dribbling down the inside of her legs. She giggled, opened the back door and sat with purpose on the concrete doorstep outside.
She looked down at herself. She felt beautifully wet and creamy, but the gooey contents of her bikini was seeping through the sarong and pooling on the step around her bum. She closed her eyes, parted her knees a little and pressed her finger into her groin.
Her orgasm was immense. As the clenching subsided, she opened her eyes with a huge grin on her face. How have I missed that all my life?
