David came home late from work, his briefcase hanging from almost nerveless fingers. As he dropped the case to the kitchen floor and let his suit jacket drop over it, he took in the dim candlelight, and heard the first soft strains of music from the stereo. One of Enya's songs, no doubt. His wife of two years, Lila, was a huge fan. But looking around, he didn't see her anywhere in the kitchen or living room of their cozy apartment, and she didn't answer when he called out to her.
However, the smell of the fresh plate of dinner did call to him, and his stomach answered with a ravenous growl. He sat down and tore into the meal. Sautéed pork chops, mashed potatoes drowning in melted butter, and fresh, hot biscuits, all washed down with Mogen David red concord wine. As he wiped the corners of his mouth, he reflected on how much better he felt. Lila was so thoughtful, making one of his favorite dinners like this...but the question still nagged him. Where was she?
As he lifted his plate, rising to put it in the sink, he got his clue. On a napkin, under his plate, was a note, reading only: "Dessert is in the bedroom. L." Setting the plate back down on the dining table, he walked to the bedroom, and opened the door. The sight that greeted him made his eyes widen, and his jaw fall slack.
Lila was there, laid out on her side on the bed, dressed only in a black garter belt and fishnet stockings. The rest of her lithe body was gloriously naked, from her dainty toes to her firm breasts and pale, swanlike throat. She smiled up at him as he took in the sight of her.
"I know you liked dinner, honey. Care for a taste of dessert?" she asked, waving a bottle of chocolate syrup slowly back and forth, like a pendulum. All he could do was lick his suddenly dry lips and nod, dumbstruck. And watch as she opened the bottle and slowly drizzled the syrup over her smooth, creamy skin, making spiral patterns over her breasts, belly, and down along her thighs...and the sweet junction where her thighs met.
David moved closer, loosening his tie, then throwing off his shirt. Tugging his pants down, he staggered to her, wearing only his boxers, and knelt before her as she offered him one syrup-sticky hand. He took it, and began to lick and suck the syrup from each slender finger. Lila smiled at him, and drew him closer. His mouth was soon cleaning her shoulder, then her collarbones and breasts. As he licked the syrup from her nipples, she stiffened and gasped in pleasure, grasping his head in her arms. His tongue moved down her body, cleansing her belly of the sweet, dark fluid, while the flood of pleasure he was creating in her was stirring up her own juices.
