Tearing his eyes away from her beautiful mound, he began taking the
groceries out of the bags and arranging them as if on display. "I did ok, at
the store" his voice squeaked a bit. He cleared his throat, "I must be
pretty parched" he said chuckling nervously. He watched her cross to him, and
peruse the 'store' he laid out.
She huffed, angrily and said, "Ugh, I do not drink Poland spring
water....I only drink Evian." She stared up at him, looking pissy. Just
when he thought about telling her to go screw, she burst out laughing.
'Awesome,' he thought to him self, 'she has a sense of
humor.' Then he started laughing with her. "You had me that
time. I thought you were serious."
Laughing, she replied, "Yeah, the look on your face said 'go
screw yourself.'" They both kept laughing. She grabbed a package of
Twinkies and a Coke and sat back down. Could she possibly have not realized that she
was showing him her puss? He couldn't believe any woman wouldn't notice
that, but decided he didn't care, as long as she didn't get pissed that he
admired the view.
"You know, I didn't figure you for a 'Twinkie'
kind of girl. I figured you for a healthy-organic-vegan kind of girl."
She laughed hard, still working on opening the Twinkie package.
"What made you think that?"
"Because you're so healthy. You're really fit
and..." he didn't continue as he realized that he was confessing to knowing she
was healthy and fit. Which, meant he was checking her out.
She let him off the hook, "You're pretty healthy and fit
too." She slid a Twinkie into her mouth and bit down. His jaw
instinctively dropped open. A bit of fluffy white remained on her lips and he
watched intently as her tongue slid out, caressed her lip, and removed the stray and
tucked back in.
“Did you know that ‘Evian’ spelled backwards is ‘naïve?’” he asked.
She stared at him, in disbelief for a few moments before saying, “No, I didn’t know
that.” She stared straight into his eyes as she licked her full lips, up the left corner,
across the upper lip, down the right side and across the fullness of the bottom. There
was no hiding his erection after that.
Still staring at her mouth, he reached back, grabbed whatever package touched his
fingertips and retrieved it. He heard her humming a bit, or was she moaning?
Licking her lips again, she slid the rest of the Twinkie in, enveloping the soft, spongy
cake in her full lips. He opened the bag of whatever, reached in and started eating
whatever the hell it was. 'Dinner and a show' he mused to himself.
She was definitely humming. Or, moaning. Sound emanated from her lips, sound
he could not place. Was it her making the sound? She took a giant swig of
Coke, the sound silenced. Yup. It was her making that sound. It sounded
good. Probably would feel good with his cock in her......
"I love Twinkies, don't you?" She asked playfully
with a bright smile. His gaze met hers, and there was no mistaking he'd been
staring between her pouty mouth and her pussy. Still, she didn't let on that
she knew; if she knew. He was beginning to wonder if he wanted her to know.
But, that was a bad thing to think. After over ten years, he'd basically been a
pretty good boy. He continued eating while she took the other Twinkie out.
Inwardly, he moaned in desperation to be reincarnated as a Twinkie. Outwardly, he
continued mindlessly munching the bag of whatever that he couldn't even taste.
She slid the second Twinkie into her mouth and almost in slow motion, caressed the
Twinkie with her teeth, nipping a bit, her tongue slid down under the Twinkie caressing
softly from the bottom as her teeth sank deeper, biting the Twinkie in half. That
was a lot of Twinkie in her mouth. He watched mesmerized as she chewed, waiting for
that tongue to dart out again, and brush those succulent lips. And, there it was,
sliding, with a bit of white clinging to it, softly massaging over her lips. He
watched the Coke bottle rise, her tongue reached out to the end, to meet it, her lips slid
over the edge of the bottle and she tipped it back, drinking. The
'whatever' hung in the air, held aloft by his fingers which had all gone
numb. His mouth hung open; ready to receive the 'whatever' that never
arrived. He felt her eyes on him, and looked up. Was it recognition?
"Do you want some" she asked, clearly for the second time. He cleared his
throat, and took a swig of his drink.
He leaned toward her as he said, "Sure" in a very husky
voice. It was the best he could manage under the circumstances. She held the
Twinkie half out to him, white cream on her fingers. He held her gaze as he inched
slowly toward her outstretched hand. The smile left her face. 'Good'
he thought to himself, 'let's dispense with the bullshit and get down to
business.' He opened his mouth and engulfed the Twinkie, as well as three of
her fingers. He let his lips close around her fingers and pulled back. He
swallowed the Twinkie half without chewing it, even to his own surprise. He closed
his mouth around her fingers again, letting his tongue slide between them, cleaning the
Twinkie remnants off with a very wet sound. His hand grasped her wrist gently; he
stroked her wrist with his fingertips as he licked her fingers clean. When he was
finished, he drew his mouth around her fingers one last time, ending in an unmistakable
kiss on her fingers. All the while, he stared into her eyes.
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