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We dated when we were younger, but our life paths lead us in different directions. We both had been married and divorced. Our chance meeting at the supermarket was our destiny. We spent the next two weeks rekindling the love we once shared as teenagers. We were never lovers, but the best of friends. Soon I found my feelings for her were stronger than a mere friendship. One evening, we were talking on the phone, my desires got the better of me. "How about I cook you dinner on Friday night ?", I asked her. "I bet you don't know how to cook ?", was her reply. "Okay, I'll bet ya. If you enjoy my cooking, then you have to spend the night with me." "What about if I don't enjoy eating your food ?" "What do you want ?" "You have to detail my car and take me to the movies." "It's a bet. How does grilled sirloin steak, garlic mashed potatoes and string beans sound ?" "Sound to me like I made a sucker bet." I ignored her comment. "You bring the wine for dinner and I will take care of the rest." "I think I need to rethink this bet." Again I ignored her comment. "I'll see you around seven. Good night." I hung up before she could backed out of it or I mumble something stupid to spoil it. After work on Friday, I came home, showered and shaved. I put on a pair of beige khakis, blue dress shirt and a marble slik tie. I brushed my teeth and splashed on some Drakkar cologne. I grabbed my apron and tied it around my waist. In addition, to the food on the menu and also bought Cool Whip and small cans of cherry, blueberry and lemon pie filling. I filled sponge cake cups with the pie fillings, and arranged them on a serving tray and topped each with a dallop of the cream. I placed it in my freezer as she knocked at the door. I was beginning to sweat nervously. I removed my apron and threw it on the kitchen counter. I adjusted my clothing as I crossed the apartment to let her in. When I opened the door, my doubts about the bet were erased. I was used to seeing her dressed for work in business attire, however, she wore a long faux fur coat with black high heels and matching stockings. In her right hand was a bottle of Merlot and in her left hand was a bunch of flowers. We kissed each other's cheek. I ushered her into my living room. I took the gifts from her and walked into kitchen with them. I placed the wine on the counter next to my apron. Being a divorced bachelor, I didn't have a vase, so I used an old 32 ounce plastic cup, filled it with water and placed the flowers in it. When I returned to the living room, I nearly dropped them. I was shocked to see her dressed so sexy. She had removed her coat and threw it over the arm of the couch. She was sitting next to it with her legs crossed. She wore a body length, silver and black dress with black sheer stockings. Startled and surprised, I was practically drooling as I reached for her to stand up. I gave her a wolf whistle as I led her to parade in a circle for me. I took her to the dining room. As I held her chair for her, I whispered softly in her ear. "Would you light the candles for me, while I get dinner ?" I served dinner and joined her at the table. I used my house remote and turned off the lights and turned on the stereo. Smooth jazz permeated the apartment. She said grace and we ate while conversing about this and that, like we always did. When we had finished, I cleared the dishes and returned to the dining room with the dessert tray and napkins. She looked at me oddly before she asked,"Where are the plates and silverware ?" Boldly, I picked up one of the cups with the cherry topping. With a fingertip of the sticky filling, I slowly and seductively fed it to her. She licked it cleaned. I continued like that until all I held, was a empty sponge cake cup. I broke the cake apart and fed the pieces to her as well. I repeated the sequence with the lemon and blueberry fillings. While she finshed enjoying her dessert, I sat down and began to clean my fingers with the napkin. I leaned back and enjoyed watching her body move in the candlelight, as she stood up and walk towards me. She turned my chair, and stood between my legs. She leaned down and kissed me with passion, I had never experienced before. When we broke away from one another, I looked into her hazel eyes, they sparkled in the dim candlelight. She then reached for my dessert cakes and fed me my dessert. After every bite from her fingertips, she followed it with a kiss that was as succulent as the creamy dessert. When I had eaten all of it, she blew out the candle and pulled me to my feet. She lead me to my living room. She turned, threw her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her. We started dancing to the music in the dark. She started licking up my neck, when she reached my ear, she nipped at it. I pulled her in closer and felt the smooth silk of her dress as a stroked her behind. We continued dancing, kissing, licking, nibbling until the music ended. She then lead me to my bedroom. She suggested I get comfortable while she freshened up. She went into my bathroom. I stripped down to my silk boxers. I lit the candles on either side of the bed and sprayed some more of my cologne on myself. I got in my bed and propped myself on my elbow, anxiously waiting for her return. The door to the bathroom opened, as she turned of the light. When she entered, my heart skipped a beat again. She was radiant in the candle light. She had shed her dress and was standing in the doorway with a one piece black teddy, with garters holding up her stockings. I tapped the bed, for her to join me. I pulled at the ribbons that criss crossed in front, as we kissed again. Once the bodice was loose enough I pulled it down over her breasts. Her breasts were the size of a baseball. Her nibbles were like a cherry pit, small and hard. I swirled my tongue around the hardness, as I massaged the other. I could her moaning as I licked back and forth to suckle each nipple. After a time, I reach into her teddy and found her pubic hair soft and thin. Apparently she keeps herself trim. I explored further until I reached her magic button. As soon as I stroked it, she threw her head back and groaned louder than she had. I continued to swirl my tongue on her nipples, as my fingertips stroked her clit. As her breathing became short and shallow, I became encouraged with my actions and speed them up. I continued until she warned me that I was skillful enough to make her cum. I then slowed my pace to tease her. She cussed me for that. I increased my tempo again and brought her near climax, only to slow again and cool her back down. I continued like that until she begged me to make her cum. I kissed her mouth with passion as I worked my fingertips to her release. She bit down on my tongue when her orgasm hit. I returned the favor on her bottom lip, as she tried to slow her breath. She always was a cool customer, and to see her in disarray added to her sexiness. Once she regained her composure, she turned and worked her tongue on my chest. Like she did with dessert, she followed my example, licking, nibbling and sucking my nipples. Once she felt my arousal she reached inside the waistband of my boxers. Her soft hands stroked my hardness. Up and down her hand moved like a metronome. Every few strokes or so, she would work her thumb over the tip and smeared the sticky fluid around the head of my cock, then work her hand back down. She worked me until I couldn't take any more. I warned her of my orgasm, and she slowed her pace and kissed her way down to my member. As I started to shake and raise up off my ass from the pleasure, she swallowed my entire cock in a quick plunge all the way to the base. "Oh shit...." was all I could say, when my life giving fluid blasted from me, into the back of her throat. With every spurt, she moaned her excitement, sending tremors all the way up my spine. Once she was satisfied that I had nothing left, she rested her head on my chest. I excused myself and retrieved our glasses and the wine. When I returned I found her naked except for the stocking and garters. Again we talked back and forth about nothing in particular until the bottle was empty. We even drank the wine off of each others chest. The last droplets from my glass pooled in her navel. I licked her body clean and drained the collection at her belly button. I continued to lick my way down into her pubic hair. Now it was her turn to raise up off her ass. I separated her folds with flicks of my tongue. I explored her insides looking for that ever so hard to find buried treasure. When I found the hard nub, I sucked it into my mouth and gently nibbled on it. I heard the pleasure moans once again, as I continued my oral assault on her clit. I felt her rotating her hips, enjoying my actions. I spread her legs farther apart as I now kneeled off the bed. I thrust my fingers into her depths. She exploded with a loud wail. I drank in her sweetness, as I rotated my finger inside her. The more I moved my finger, the more her wetness seeped out. Like I had done earlier with the wine, I slurped up her syrup. She jerked suddenly away from me and sat up. When she did, I looked up at her shocked as I licked my lips of her. She grabbed my arms at my wrists and pulled me on top of her. She kissed and licked my face clean of her juices. Her legs were spread wide and my cock was at opening. She was moving her hips trying to coax our union. I teased her and moved away. We began a game of cat and mouse with our pelvises as our lips were locked in a passionaite kiss. When she was least expecting it, I entered her with a long smooth stroke. She exhaled with my input. She opened her eyes and we stared at one another as I started a rhythm. As the rhythm increased, so did our breathing. When I felt the familiar feeling of my own release, I bite down hard on her breast. My orgasm triggered hers, and she screamed loudly, from the painful pleasure I as giving her. I collasped on top of her, our panting creating thier own rhythm. I rolled off of her and threw my arm around her. She cuddled on my chest. As I started to fall asleep, I heard her whisper, "Starting anew was worth the wait" |