I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her body nearer on the chair, closer against my own. What had started as a sexy wind up was rapidly getting out of control in the most exciting way possible. The air between us was a riot of pheromones. I ran my hands over the outline of Dani’s gently curved hips and buttocks; she pulled her mouth away.
“But he makes them wait, oh and it’s dreadful, the waiting, the wanting…isn’t it Dani?”
“Yes,” she spluttered. “But he does touch his woman, doesn’t he?”
“Do you want to know how I think he touches them?” I latched my fingers around the top of her panties, and tugged them down, forcing her to lift her hips to assist.
Dani nodded vigorously, one leg brushing up against the side of my body locking me in. Her pussy gleamed, like a ripe fruit bursting with juice. She was needy and wet, so ready for it, this really turned her on.
I snuck one finger down onto Dani’s slit and then kissed her, my mouth only just capturing the loud moan that Dani gave in response. I kept her quiet with another long, wet kiss, and then slid my finger into her slit and ran it up and down over the plump surface of her clit. Dani’s hands began to work their way up my back, while her hips lifted and she rubbed herself against me, quickly creaming all over my fingers.
I gasped, pulled her head away and then shook my head. “Not that quickly. I think Alain takes his time and so must you.” I leaned back, observing my woman in front of me. I wanted to keep her simmering, but I didn’t want to ruin her surprise. It was important that I didn’t mention the chocolate and give it away.
I ran one finger down her glistening pussy again, nudging her clit. “I’m sure Alain knows exactly how to touch a woman.” I recalled how he was when he offered me the tray of chocolates, making me choose, observing me all the while. “In fact, I guarantee he knows every trick in the book to drive her to the brink of madness.”
Dani moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, her legs spread, her hips bucking up towards me. Oh, this was the best thing in the world. The alert head of her clit reared up between the succulent lips that were so very exposed; at that moment I knew I had never seen anything quite as enticing as my lover’s wet pussy. I leaned forward, unable to resist pushing her to the next level for a moment longer.
Running my tongue against her swollen clit, I savored it for a full minute before moving down to push my tongue inside her. She tasted of the sea, her essence delicately flavored and silken in texture. Dani moaned aloud in response to my exploring tongue passing over her intimate flesh. Eagerly, she rocked her hips forward when I pushed my fingers inside her. The walls were smooth and silky, responsive and flexing rhythmically around my fingers.
Dani whimpered, her hips thrusting onto my fingers again and again, until there was a fierce contraction of her inner sex muscles, followed by a sudden gush of moisture that dribbled down between her folds and her buttocks.
Intoxicated with arousal, I kneeled up and pulled at my own breasts, squeezing them. With trembling, desperate fingers Dani reached out and took over, freeing my hand, and tugged on my hard nipples just the way I liked it. Pleasure reverberated in waves from between my thighs to my breasts. My nipples flamed when she pinched at them, and I was unable to stifle my moans of pleasure. A dart of painful need traversed my spine and I shoved my hand into the drenched pit of heat between my thighs, my fingers sliding easily into the wet groove.
“Come on do it, wank for me, show me what its like,” Dani whispered, her eyes flashing when she saw how hot I was.
I fucked myself with my fingers, giving her a show, hard and fast. With a few practised and swift moves my fingers rocked up against the pad of flesh on the front wall of my cunt, the heel of my hand ground against my clit.
Dani leaned closer and put her hand over mine where it cupped my groin. “Come in my hand,” she said. “I want to feel you come while you’re thinking about this Alain bloke,” she added, but, it was too late, because inside the double embrace of her hand and mine, I was already coming.
“What an incredible room,” Dani said as she scanned the erotic prints mounted in frames on the plum-colored walls-all of them naked women with body tattoos done in dark chocolate. She sipped from one of the glasses of red wine Alain had ready for us, and then bit into one of the chocolates from the nearby tasting table, purring aloud as she indulged.
I nodded, and savored a mouthful of the heady wine, noticing that he’d created a similar room to the one in the photo that he’d shown me, right here at the back of his Kent shop. To add to the mood, the stereo played reggae that made my hips move to the beat.
Alain watched me dancing as he popped the press studs on his white chef’s jacket and peeled it off, revealing a lean but muscular torso encased in a tight black T-shirt. “I’m so glad you like it. It’s important to have somewhere other than the shop for private tastings.”
Dani’s eyebrows lifted at that comment, and when he turned away to put his jacket down she mouthed at me:
That pleased me no end. A look of understanding passed between us. She’d already figured out that he was the man I’d been talking about that morning. She glanced at the erotic photos and back, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.
I patted her bottom as I reached past her for a chocolate from the tasting table.
I’d timed it well. We were both relaxed and ready for some fun. After a late lunch we’d visited the pub for an aperitif before our supposed dinner out. Dani was chilled and ready to roll with it, as was I.
The chocolate I’d chosen was utterly delicious. It melted in the mouth, the next best thing to sex. Just as I was thinking that, Alain joined us, standing between us as we admired the photographs on the wall. He placed one hand on each of our backs, making contact. “So which of you will be my model tonight?”
“Eve will.” Dani was straight in there, not even giving me a chance to respond.
“Oh, I thought…I thought it would be you.” I’d been having some hot imaginings about how this would play out, torrid scenarios that kept me awake at night, but this particular arrangement hadn’t even figured. The unexpected turn of events made me feel jittery and unsure.
Alain chuckled softly. “Life is all about having the selection, yes?”
I nodded at Dani. “But it’s Dani's birthday.”
Alain wasn’t daunted. His eyes were molten with arousal, and the tension in the room built. He moved his hand to my lower back and then I noticed that Dani leaned in against him, smiling at me.
“I hadn’t forgotten,” he said. “It’s Dani’s birthday and she wants you to be painted.” His gaze raked over me. “Let’s not forget, Dani is the one who is going to be eating the chocolate.”
My pulse raced erratically. “Yes, she is.”
“You’ve had the upper hand in this so far,” Dani said, and then planted her hand on my chest, forcibly walking me backwards. “You’ll be the one in the chair, Eve.”
She did this sometimes, and it never failed to turn me on.
She nodded at me. “Strip!”
I put my glass down and my fingers went to the hem of my top, automatically following her instruction. I paused. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Was I brave enough to brazenly strip my top off, with this gorgeous Frenchman staring at me as if he was about to devour me? Dani didn’t hang around to find out. She reached over and hauled the top off, leaving me with no choice in the matter. My breasts bounced free. While Dani started on my belt and the buttons on my jeans, Alain went to the tasting table were I saw a chocolate piping bag. He glanced up as he readied it, keeping one eye on us as I was stripped.
Dani hauled my jeans down my legs before I had a chance to slip out of sandals and had to put my hands on the shoulders steady myself and kick them off. My legs felt weak under me, and I slid into the shiny black chair, grateful for the support in case I keeled over.
“And them,” she insisted and grabbed at my panties, tearing them down my thighs. I’d thought I’d keep them on, but she had other ideas. Face on fire, but secretly loving the situation, I wriggled my hips and shimmied my underwear the rest of the way down my legs, and then kicked them off.
Before he began work, Alain stripped of his black T-shirt and the two of us watched as his chest and abdomen flexed. He shrugged when he saw us both staring at him. “It can be a messy job,” he explained and gave us a wicked smile.
I reached for my glass and knocked back the rest of my wine.
