Cocktails With a Tryst: An Affair With Mixology and Seduction

by Cheri Loughlin

  Oh, but when do I want to come back?

  “As soon as possible!” I say.

  BRAZEN BRAZILIAN

  2 ounces Cachaça

  1 ounce Fresh Lemon Juice

  5 1 inch Fresh Watermelon Chunks

  1/2 ounce Simple Syrup

  Fresh Watermelon Chunk

  Place all liquids and

  five watermelon chunks in

  a cocktail shaker filled two-thirds

  full of ice. Shake vigorously to blend

  ingredients and extract juice from watermelon.

  Double strain mixture using a cocktail strainer and fine

  mesh strainer into a large rocks glass filled with fresh

  ice. Garnish with a fresh watermelon chunk.

  Sipping the Brazen Brazilian is like sampling a taste of a pink, juicy, lush watermelon picked fresh from the vine. The flavor rolls over the tongue in a way that makes one want to keep sipping and then have another and another. Pick your pink sips responsibly of course!

  BRAZILIAN FLIRT

  1-1/2 ounce Cachaça

  1 ounce Pineapple Juice

  1/2 ounce Fresh Lime Juice

  1/2 ounce Fresh Lemon Juice

  1/2 ounce Blueberry Syrup

  1/4 ounce Simple Syrup

  Fresh Blueberries

  Place all liquids in a

  cocktail shaker filled

  two-thirds full of ice. Shake to

  blend ingredients. Strain into a tall glass

  over fresh ice. Garnish with 3 to 5 fresh blueberries

  floated on top of the drink.

  Bikini shopping, bikini wax and a delicious blueberry Brazilian Flirt in your hand is all you need to prep you for vacation. Think of this as flirty, fruity lemonade with a beach resort feel.

  BRANDY’S SECRET

  The sales girl, Brandy, was very helpful today. It has been so long since I have been in a lingerie store that I must have looked lost. Brandy took me by the hand and led the way. She showed me everything, and I mean everything. Being silky smooth with a new Brazilian had me feeling a bit on the saucy, sexy side. I asked to try everything on.

  Brandy has unparalleled taste. That day, she wore a low riding, snug black mini skirt with a small chain belt slung low. You know the kind I mean. The little chain link belts you love to see me in with nothing else on. She also wore an oversized black silky button down shirt with only two of the buttons fastened, both of them in the middle of the shirt. There was just enough cleavage showing to be tasteful and tasty at the same time with a cute little tan navel showing as well. Underneath she sported one of the store’s newest shapely bras. Of course I noticed it right away, but thought it might be too bold of me to mention how beautiful she looked in it. That is until she brought me an arm full of slinky negligees that were obviously not for sleeping in, but rather for seduction.

  Knowing how much I enjoy compliments on what I am wearing, I told her how fantastic and sexy she looked. I told her I especially liked the bra, but did not see one like it on the floor. She told me it was only available in the catalog. That was disappointing. I can order most items from catalogs without trying them on, but not a bra. I like knowing exactly how it feels on my curves. I liked that bra very much, though. Brandy filled it out rather nicely, too, I might add. She had just the right amount of fullness overflowing the top. Not bulging, just rounded enough to be begging to be noticed and perhaps caressed. She noted that the garments she picked for me were all the same size she wore. She loved the clothes she chose for me and had been dying to try some of them on herself. So, I made an offer. How about doing a customer a huge favor? If she would let me try on her bra to see how the size fitted, I wouldn’t tell if she tried on some of the lingerie. Deal!

  They were busy, but there were enough personnel on the floor to handle the other customers. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, this lingerie store never seems to have enough fitting rooms to go around. But, they are rather large with a cushiony bench seat to the side of the mirror and a handy brass bar above the bench. It is supposed to be for hangers, but, with a little thought, that bar could be put to better use.

  Since no other fitting rooms were available, Brandy asked if I would mind if she slipped into mine with me. She could always say she was helping a customer in case the bosses caught her. Of course I didn’t mind. It would be kind of silly not to allow her that convenience since she was going through all the trouble of taking off her shirt and bra for someone she had never seen before. As we both slipped out of our clothing, revealing underclothing of choice, I realized she wore matching panties to the bra she just let slip from her shoulders.

  So, there we were, two women in a public dressing room, naked. Well, nearly naked. Brandy slipped on one of the negligee items. I slipped on the bra and loved it. Brandy looked great, too. She needed a little smoothing in the back, so I ran my hand along her back, smoothing the fabric, tugging on it just a little at the curve of her hip. Looking over her shoulder in the mirror I told her she looked fantastic. She looked so good in it I couldn’t wait to try it on myself.

  Brandy slipped her silky ensemble off and was just about to put her own clothes back on when I stopped her by shaking my head. I told her the customer is always right. I thought she needed to try on a few more items so I could have a more objective look at the items. She grinned. I could tell she thought this was much more fun than working the floor.

  I tried on another matching bra and panty set. Brandy tried on a cute little bustier. Noticing that I was having trouble fastening the bra, she reached up to help me before finishing herself. As she let go of the fastener her hands glided up to my shoulders. This time Brandy looked at me in the mirror from over my shoulder. Her hands were smooth and I could feel the faintness of her warm breath on my neck and shoulder as she told me how wonderful I looked. It isn’t every day women stand nearly nude telling each other how beautiful they are and sound like they really mean it. Brandy was making me feel even sexier than I had felt when I came in. If I didn’t get the store’s panties off, I would have to buy them because I would get them all wet from being aroused.

  The bustier Brandy tried on had many clasps on the back. We traded places by the mirror so I could help her with them. She stood in front of the mirror with her hands raised, holding her thick long hair at the nape of her neck so I could get each clasp. Her back was beautifully long and sleek, dipping between her shoulder blades, following along her spine to a graceful arch at her slender waist. I told her again how gorgeous she was, referring this time to her back. She thanked me and said the same about me. I told her my boyfriend often tells me how much he likes my back and the way my waist dips in. Then I went a step further and told her how wonderful it is whenever I get warm, moist back kisses. She said that sounded like the kind of boyfriend she would like to have, then winked and said maybe I could share sometime.

  “Not without me,” I said, winking back.

  “Ok,” she said and turned around to face me, smiling with a mischievous grin.

  Brandy brought her hand to my face, brushing a stray wisp of hair from my cheek, then following the strand to my shoulder. With one finger she smoothed down my shoulder to my elbow then down to my fingertips grazing each finger one by one.

  This could be interesting, I thought. And what a story I would have to share with you.

  Her breasts had looked very inviting earlier in her revealing bra. Now they were even more inviting as they were pushed up to resemble the heaving look of a paperback romance novel cover model. I slid my hand from her waist, trailing along the curve of her side until I reached the roundness of her breast. I fingered the fullness overflowing the top of her bustier. She was creamy soft. As our eyes met I brought my hand up to the nape of her neck, entangling my fingertips in her hair. She brought my other hand to the curve of her butt, then reached for the curve of mine, pulling me closer. I felt the warmth of her moist lips touch mine, the tip of her tongue dancing teasingly at my bottom lip before the ge
ntle probing made way for us to taste one another.

  From there it was a sensual frenzy with our hands taking in each other. Of course, we had to be quiet since we were in a dressing room. Brandy backed me to the bench encouraging me to lean in to the wall. Her hands glided down my sides to the borrowed panties that I knew I now had to purchase. Her fingertip grazed along the inside of the elastic and hooked onto them. She began pushing them down my hips, over my thighs, until I could step out of them. She reached down to her own panties, her fingers disappearing. She brought her wet fingertips to my glistening mound and mixed our juices, then slid her knees between my legs, sliding me the rest of the way down the wall to the bench. Brandy brought her hands up the curve of my sides, raising my arms above my head. I reached for the brass bar above me as she kissed down my front, stopping at the curve of my breasts which were now aching to be touched. With her lips suckling at my rising breasts she reached around to unclasp me, letting the bra fall. Then reaching around, cradled each breast in her hand as her tongue slowly, teasingly circled my peaked nipple one by one. Finally, she took a long succulent draw on my nipple and my breath caught in my throat, wanting to moan, but knowing we would be found out with even a whisper of a noise. Her tongue rolled over my nipples until I knew I must be dripping wet.

  Brandy must have been wet, too. I watched as one of her hands disappeared into the fabric of her panties while her other hand moved to my inner thigh, tapping it to encourage me to open further. I brought my hands to her shoulders and down her back, leaning over her as she buried her head between my legs. My breath grew faulty as her tongue licked my sweetness firmly, quickly then slowly. I was so aroused it took merely seconds before I was biting my lip to hold back the waves of pleasure surging throughout my body. Brandy took a few more licks before looking up at me with a self-satisfied grin on her face. She was well pleased with herself. Yet, I couldn’t help but notice she was still fondling herself. It was my turn to step in.

  I reached for her hand. Taking her fingertips to my lips I took each one between my lips to taste her. It was now her turn to be satisfied. She wriggled in her panties. It was definitely time for them to go.

  Brandy stood before me and I slipped from the bench to the floor beneath her. Gripping the bar, I leaned forward. I had a full view of her from her pussy up. Her breasts were just as full and bountiful from this angle. As she straddled me I kissed her inner thighs, up to her navel. She leaned over me, giving me more smooth skin to caress with my lips. I moved my hands up her waist until I could hold her breasts in my hands, then kissed each one, bringing her nipples to perfect peaks. She straightened a little, arching her head back, bringing her tummy closer to me. My palms skimmed down her front until reaching her hip bones. She parted her legs a little more and I slid completely under her, watching her arch back more and hearing her breath catch as I took my first taste of her dripping wetness.

  Brandy was smooth and trim, her flesh pink and soft. I brought the tip of my tongue to her, flicking and licking, firmly then barely teasing until she was pressing into me, her hands no longer on the bar, but pulling my head as closely as possible to her throbbing orgasm.

  By the way, I made lots of purchases today. We’re meeting Brandy for drinks at seven. Brandy and I plan on modeling for you.

  BRANDIED BUSTIER

  2 ounces Dark Rum

  1/2 ounce Apricot Brandy

  1/2 ounce Premium Orange Liqueur

  3/4 ounce Fresh Lime Juice

  Orange Twist

  Place all liquids in a

  cocktail shaker filled

  two-thirds full of ice. Shake until

  well chilled. Strain into a chilled martini

  glass. Garnish with thinly sliced orange peel

  twisted over cocktail.

  Snuggle in and enjoy the exceptional warming nature of the Brandied Bustier. It is extremely flavorful with great depth of character. It is most beneficial to use deeply spiced dark rum for this particular cocktail.

  BRANDY’S EXQUISITE CHERRY

  3/4 ounce Brandy

  3/4 ounce Spiced Rum

  1/2 ounce Port Wine

  1 tsp Luxardo® Maraschino Cherry Syrup

  1 Luxardo® Maraschino Cherry

  Place brandy, rum,

  port wine, and syrup in a

  mixing glass or cocktail shaker

  filled two-thirds full of ice. Stir until well

  chilled. Strain into a small chilled martini glass.

  Place a maraschino cherry on the end of a

  cocktail pick and place inside the martini glass.

  This cocktail could also be gently swirled in a cocktail shaker with ice rather than stirred. This will blend and chill the cocktail while still retaining a smooth cocktail once it is strained into the glass.

  Take your time with this intensely flavored cocktail. Brandy’s Exquisite Cherry is a rich, slow sipper. The flavor is decadent with nut skin and dried fruit flavors. Nut skin is the outer skin of an almond, walnut, pecan, hazelnut or virtually any other nut. It has a hint of dry bitterness that smooths out into the rounded flavor of the nut. Enjoy at length. Savor the moment.

  AT YOUR SERVICE

  Sunday mornings are for worship. So that is what I plan on doing this morning—worship. Worship on my knees. However, I will not be in church today, nor will I be decked out in a skirt. Heels would be nice, but only for your pleasure. I know how you like me stripped down nude with the exception of high heeled boots or stilettos. But that is another story.

  Sunday mornings are our leisure time. Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night after having had one of those dreams that trigger an unconscious orgasm. Oh, I am well aware of the power of the orgasm as it ripples through my pussy. Dream state orgasms are fabulous. One moment I am dreaming of something benign and the next of something so overwhelmingly sexy that my body is overcome with awareness and I am climaxing intensely. I awaken, delighted by the orgasm, yet my body yearns for more.

  The quandary is do I wake you? Would you mind if I woke you due to my selfish desire for stimulation and gluttony? After all, I could use my other options. I could forget about it, roll over, and go back to sleep. Who are we kidding? That is never an option. You are far too enticing to ever put the possibility of sex out of my mind when you are so close, asleep or not.

  Then, there’s my last resort, a do-it-yourself type of moment. Lie there in my dream state and let my imagination carry me away. I could slowly run my fingers along my jaw line, lingering at the hollow at the base of my neck, and then slide my fingertips back and forth across my collarbone. It is all about the sensory awareness, wishing you were touching me, with your fingers in my hair, feeling the warmth of your breath just below my ear and your lips barely touching all along my neck with just the perfect hint of the tip of your tongue. I can almost feel the wetness as the tip skims my flesh.

  Slowly my fingers drift down the core of my chest, stopping between my breasts, then softly in almost a tickle feeling the creamy softness of my skin first above my breast, around the outside curve, lingering there for just a moment and then back again, along the top, barely touching, following the curve and fullness underneath. My nipple peaks, absolutely aching to feel your lips and the first gentle tugging of your tongue, and that overwhelming desire for more.

  I am extremely wet at this moment which makes me wish I had opted to wake you all the more. If only imagining you suckling and licking my nipples and breasts would awaken you. Oh, the places I would let you go. Like kissing down my tummy, all around my belly button, giving me shivers when your tongue strokes me in the slightest way. I feel your hands sliding down my sides, past my waist, resting on my hip bones while you kiss every inch lower and lower.

  Of course, you are sleeping. I am doing all the touching myself. It is not nearly as scintillating as when you do the fondling.

  I lightly graze the skin at the top of my inner thigh with small circles and swirls with my fingertips. When I imagine your breath and moi
st lips all along my mound I half want you back at my breasts sucking and licking deeply and half want you to be inside me rubbing against me.

  The sensation is phenomenal. It is the moment my pussy explodes with cream. It is already warm, wet, and slippery, just begging for you to taste me. My fingertips cannot do justice to what your sly and talented tongue can do. My fingers slide up and down, circling, first long gentler strokes with one fingertip teasingly, then firmer strokes getting more and more slippery while my other hand caresses my breast, grasping at my nipple. My toes begin to tingle and feel just a bit numb and my butt tightens. I can feel my pulse vibrate through my head and I have to hold completely still to feel the slight pressure while the tickling sensation surges and then floats through my body to my fingertips, toes, and even my lips. But through all of that it never comes close to the intensity when you are the one stroking me and coming inside me.

  When I open my eyes I realize you have been awake all along, watching. Voyeuristic. I realize I have not been as still or quiet as I had thought. But was it a waste? I think not. You are visibly pleased. Evidently the show was worth the price of keeping silent. Your cock is so aroused it looks like it is about to burst if I only breathed on it. But I plan on doing more than breathing.

  I roll over on top of you pushing your shoulders to the mattress. I am only slightly embarrassed at being caught red-handed. Then again, it gave you a nicely arousing show. My pussy is still wet and creamy so I rub myself along your inflamed cock, brushing my breasts against your stubbly chin and smooth lips. The contradiction in texture is stimulating. As much as I would love for you to lick and suck my breasts and nipples, I have other plans. I sink lower, brushing my breasts along your neck, chest, and stomach until I reach your nether region. Situating myself between your legs I take my breasts within my hands and envelop your engorged cock within them, rubbing up and down, dipping my head down to catch the tip of your cock as it comes up to meet my lips for a lick and suck.