Fresh
by Kelly Adams (kelly_h_adams@hotmail.com)
January is easily my least favorite month of the year. It's right
after Christmas, so there's none of the happy holiday ho-ho-ho. It's
just cold, the skies are overcast, and if it's not snowing then it's
some other form of nasty precipitation. And to top it all off, you
can't even get good produce. Oh sure, there are fruits and
vegetables in the supermarket, but they're all flown in from
California or Texas or Mexico and look like styrofoam. Taste about
as good, too.
Thankfully, I have a gorgeous girlfriend who knows how to shake the
winter blahs.
Gretchen got home somewhat later than usual from work, so late that
I just about had dinner on the table when she arrived. As it was, I
was attending to the final stages of getting our pasta ready when
she came into the kitchen.
"Hey babe, smells good in here," she said, giving me a quick peck
hello.
"You're late," I said, stating the obvious. "I almost had to start
without you."
"Sorry, I made a stop at the market," she told me, holding up a
plastic grocery bag.
"What did you get?" I asked.
She opened up the fridge, set the bag inside, then closed it back
up. "It's a surprise," she said with a wicked little smile.
'Surprise' and 'food' are two things that one does not like to hear
together when Gretchen is involved. She may be blonde, gorgeous,
witty, intelligent and sexy as all get-out, but when it comes to
cooking she's a disaster just waiting to happen. "C'mon, tell me," I
cajoled.
"It's for after dinner," she told me. "You'll just have to wait."
I put on a little pout, but Gretchen assuaged me by giving me a nice
wet kiss. I noticed that her nipples were rather hard, plainly
visible through her cream-colored turtle neck. I took her right tit
in my hand and gently rubbed her nipple through the fabric with my
thumb. "So, are you excited to see me, or is it just cold out?"
"What do you think?" she responded.
I opened my mouth to answer, but then the kitchen beeper went off,
informing me that the pasta was ready. "Guess we'll have to pick
this up later," I told her.
"You'd better believe we will!" she said, giving my ass a little
squeeze.
All through dinner I tried to get Gretchen to tell me what the
surprise was that she picked up at the market, but she refused to
tell me. Instead, she insisted on talking about her day, regaling me
with exciting tales of accounting.
When we finished eating, I made a beeline for the fridge, but
Gretchen stopped me. "Not quite yet," she admonished.
"But you said after dinner!" I protested.
"I said after dinner, but I didn't necessarily mean right after
dinner," she explained.
"Oh c'mon, the suspense is killing me!"
"Half the fun is in the anticipation, my dear," Gretchen said as she
took me in her arms and gave me a kiss.
"Good thing you're so damn sexy," I told her.
"Now go upstairs and take a nice, long shower," she instructed. "By
the time you get cleaned up, I'll have the dishes done and you can
have your surprise."
I had to admit that a shower did sound wonderful; it had been a
fairly stressful day at work, and warm water pulsing down from the
showerhead onto my tense shoulders was just the thing I needed.
Following that up with what was sure to be an erotic interlude with
my lover would be icing on the cake!
Once upstairs, I started up the shower and stripped out of my work
clothes. My black slacks and blouse came off quickly, then I
pulled down my black silk and freed my from my black
lacy bra. The last thing I took off were my thigh-high nylons, then
I stepped under the shower faucet.
As I began to lather up my body with soap, I realized that my
nipples were quite hard. I took my into my hands and rubbed
my thumbs across my nipples. That gave me a nice tingly feeling,
which I followed down to my pussy. I slid a soapy finger into my
slit and began to lightly masturbate. I didn't want to come--I knew
that would happen later under Gretchen's tutelage--but I was too
turned on to not want to get my motor revving a little.
Everything felt so good that I could have stayed in the shower
forever, but I didn't want to start pruning so I didn't linger too
long. I dried off with a towel then used the blower on my hair; I
started getting my hair cut shorter over the summer so I spend a lot
less time doing my hair now than I did when it was long. Gretchen
had been a bit miffed--more shocked than mad--but I like it short
and she's getting used to it too.
I opened the bathroom door, letting the steam out as the cold air
rushed in, my nipples returning to rock-hard attention under the
temperature gradient.
"Are you ready yet?" I called down to Gretchen from the top of the
stairs.
"Not quite," she shouted back. "Just a couple more minutes."
"Okay. But hurry!" I went into our bedroom and started looking
through the closet. Hanging on a peg was the robe that Gretchen had
gotten me for Christmas. It was a short robe, a rich lime green
color and very silky. I was going to go down naked, but decided that
the robe would be even better. I put it on, enjoying the smooth
feeling as it glided across my skin. I tied the robe in front, then
went over to my dresser, where I dabbed a bit a perfume behind my
ears and applied a clear lip-gloss. Finally, I put on a thin silver
ankle bracelet, another recent gift from my lover. I decided then
that I had waited long enough, and left the bedroom to go
downstairs.
"You look good, girl!" Gretchen said appreciatively as I came down
the stairs.
"Good enough to fuck?" I asked.
"Mmmm. We'll see," she said. "But first it's time for the surprise."
"Oh goody!"
"Go sit down on the couch and I'll bring it over to you."
I crossed my legs as I sat down, the robe parting to show my entire
thigh. Gretchen went into the kitchen and came back with a small
bowl. "What'cha got?" I asked. She tilted the bowl so that I could
see that it contained about a dozen deep strawberries, ripe and
luscious.
"There is no way that you can get good strawberries this time of
year," I said incredulously, even though by just looking at the
fruit in the bowl I could tell that they looked good indeed.
"Oh, I have my ways," Gretchen said, sitting down next to me with
the bowl. She picked up one of the strawberries between her thumb
and forefinger, waving it seductively just a few inches from my
face. When I leaned forward to bite it, she teasingly pulled it
away. "Kiss first," she told me.
"Oh, so I have to kiss you to get a berry?" I asked playfully.
"That's right," she told me.
"Okay, I think I can handle that." Our faces leaned together and our
lips met softly, mouths parting just slightly. The kiss lingered for
a few seconds, then we pulled away.
"Here you go," Gretchen said, presenting a strawberry to me. I
opened my mouth and she laid the berry onto my tongue. I pulled it
in, biting down on it whole. It exploded in my mouth, sweet and
juicy.
"Mmmmm!" I said after I swallowed the delightful fruit. "I can't
believe it. You can never get fruit this good in the middle of
winter."
"They're Florida berries," Gretchen told me. "One of the at
work told me they had some at the market, so I stopped on the way
home. They cost a small fortune, but I think they're worth it, don't
you?"
"Definitely," I agreed. "Can I have another?"
"If you give me another kiss."
"Of course!" we kissed again, this time applying a good deal of
tongue. Then Gretchen fed me another strawberry, just as sweet and
juicy as the first.
After the third berry, Gretchen had me uncross my legs, then moved
her left hand down to my crotch. "You're nice and wet down here,"
she said as she inserted two fingers up into my pussy.
"Mmmm. I've been horny ever since you got home and started teasing
me."
"That was the plan, my dear," she admitted. She slowly moved her
fingers in and out of my hot slit while she fed me several more
strawberries with her free hand, each one preceded by a sweet kiss.
When she finished with the fruit, Gretchen removed her hand from my
pussy and licked her fingers. "Mmmm," she said as her fingers popped
out from between her luscious lips. "The strawberries aren't the
only things that are sweet and juicy!"
I giggled, and Gretchen kissed her way up my neck to my earlobe.
"May I taste some more of your sweet pussy?" she whispered
seductively.
"Please do," I moaned.
We rearranged ourselves on the couch, with me laying lengthwise on
my back, the robe opened and spread beneath me. Gretchen positioned
my right leg down the front and my left leg up over the back,
leaving my dripping wide and exposed for her as she bent her
head down between my thighs. She kissed around my crotch several
times, teasing me until my pleadings urged her to dive in to my
awaiting slit.
I've had a good number of lovers in my time, both and women, but
no one has ever been able to lick my like my dear Gretchen.
Her tongue dances inside and around my pussy, and she knows exactly
where and when to lick me. It's as if we become one sexual being,
joined together in ecstasy. This evening was no different; she made
to love to me as a musician makes love to her instrument: bringing
me up with growing crescendos and back down into soft passages,
altering the tempo of her tongue along with my rhythmic breathing
and the pulsing of my heart.
When I came, it was with an explosion, the grand coda to Gretchen's
erotic symphony. My vision went fuzzy, then white, then slowly came
back into focus with the vision of Gretchen's smiling face hovering
above me.
"So, was it worth the anticipation?" she asked.
"Was it ever!" I said, giving my lover a kiss. "So, are the any more
strawberries?"
"Sorry, that was it," she said, sitting up on the couch. "But I did
get something else while I was at the store."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Chocolate!"
God, but I do love that woman!
[the end]
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