by Selena Kitt
He smiled knowingly, and then he lifted a tray from the counter top and offered it to me. “Please show me which one you think will taste best.”
I was grateful he’d distracted me from the erotic image, but it was still there burning itself into my memory, sending my mind racing. It was difficult to focus. “It’s so hard to choose, they all look so good. You’re very talented.”
“In that case, take two.” His eyebrow lifted. “I always find that two different flavors make the overall experience so much richer.”
He was definitely flirting. I laughed softly and then lifted the heart-shaped dark chocolate I’d admired in the window, and a tall crown-like confection that looked like a truffle with a nut inside the crown.
He watched as I savored the chocolates, first the heart, then the crown. Was he some sort of fortune teller, and he knew something about me because of what I’d gone for? Whatever, the way he looked was such a turn on. He reached for an appointment book. “I’ll book you in. Dani and…?”
“Eve.” I couldn’t repress the almost-moan of pleasure as I savored the rich chocolate in my mouth. I quickly licked melted chocolate off my fingers as he wrote in the book. “Name the time and I’ll bring Dani in.”
He barely reacted but it was there, a flicker in his eyes, a sensuous movement of his lips as he turned back to me and replied, “Six o' clock, closing time.”
Oh yes, there was no mistaking that this was going to be a special event. Whether he meant it in exactly the way I thought he did, or not, would be revealed. The important thing was we had our own private Chocolatier, at least for a little while. Dani would adore it. Anything else that happened along the way, well, I was pretty sure that would be welcome too. We would both enjoy getting our hands on him, for sure. All I had to do now was keep it a secret until nearer the time. That was going to be the hard part.
* * * *
“I saw the most delicious man,” I mentioned, ever so casually, over breakfast on Saturday, Dani’s birthday. I’d managed to keep it quiet until the day itself, which was no easy task. “I thought he might be just your sort,” I added, as nonchalantly as I could manage. My mind was full of images of Dani with The Chocolatier painting on her naked body, and I could scarcely keep still as I anticipated the event.
Dani glanced up from her newspaper, eyebrows lifting. She was curled in her armchair in her black kimono, legs folded under her. I was sprawled on the nearby sofa, in my robe. We'd opened her birthday gifts an hour before, in bed, and the start of a supposedly lazy day was well under way. I'd even given her a decoy gift, a booking for a day at the local spa, so that she wouldn’t expect anything else.
“You did?” she responded. “Where?”
“Oh, right here in the village, in the high street, when I was shopping. Let’s just say he was an unexpected find. You’ll like him, I have money on it.”
She put her newspaper down. “Who is he? Come on, Eve, spill the details, what’s he like and where did you meet him?”
I gave her a faux-frown. “Don’t get too excited or I'll fret that you don't want me anymore.”
Dani laughed softly. “Bollocks to that. You know that’s not true.” She unfurled one leg from under her and nudged my knee with her outstretched toes. The contact set loose an invitation for more, and my pulse rate lifted, a dense heat gathering in my centre.
“It’s just a bit of fun,” she added. “You know that I love you.”
“I know. I’m teasing you.” We were sure of each other, solid, because we were perfectly matched. That's why we could occasionally take a male lover to answer that physical and emotional need in our psyche. We trusted each other. Whenever it happened it was just that, a bit of fun with a man. We shared the fun, which made it all the more part of us and our bond. And it had been a while since we’d taken a man into our bed.
“Maybe I'll take you to see him later this evening.” My pulse raced, anticipation building as I saw her eyes light.
“Oh. Good.” Dani stared over at me.
It was then that I realized this was a first. Dani often told me about some guy she’d seen, but not the other way around. On one occasion she took me to the market in Canterbury to see a hunk on a fruit stall that had caught her attention. Another time it was a road maintenance bloke who was working in our area for a couple of weeks. She spotted him in the local pub and took me down there to see if we could lure him home for a bit of fun, which we did. I wasn’t usually the instigator in these encounters. But I was pretty sure she’d like Alain, and he was definitely up for some flirting while he fed her chocolates, if nothing else.
“We’ll go out to dinner later and I’ll show him to you then.” I eyed her across the space between us, my gaze lingering on her breasts, starkly outlined as they were in her clinging kimono. My body craved contact with hers, even though it was less than an hour since we’d been entwined in bed.
“Why don’t you tell me what he’s like in the meantime?” Her eyes flickered, and she abandoned her newspaper to the floor and then rearranged herself in the armchair, one hand toying with the belt on her kimono
It was a game we liked to play, sharing what people were like—or what we thought they'd be like, in bed—while we made love.
I barely restrained my smile and then put my cup down on the coffee table beside my chair. Sliding forward in my chair I dropped onto my knees and then crossed the floor between us on my hands and knees, looking up at her as I went. My beautiful Dani, so feminine, so lush and sexy. Just knowing that she wanted me to touch her made my pussy slick with anticipation. I arrested one of her ankles in my hand, and gently drew her body around to face me.
“His name is Alain.” Nudging her knees apart, I blew on the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, making her tremble. “He’s French.”
Her hands locked over the arms of the chair, knuckles whitening. “Huh, where did you find a dishy French man?”
“Right here.” I tiptoed my fingers up the inside of her soft inner thighs, while I looked at her pussy, barely concealed as it was within the sheer lace panties she wore. “In our village.”
“No way.” She laughed and then quieted as I kissed her inner thighs, first one, and then the other.
I was within a couple of inches of her pussy, when it lifted toward me, her hips responding to my touch. “Do you really want to know what I think he’d be like?”
“Yes…” Dani replied, her chest rising and falling as she looked down at me.
I stroked my hands down her bare legs.
“Oh, I think that Alain is a very attentive man, and I bet he’d make an attentive lover.” Attentive indeed, I pictured him decorating her bare breasts, and it made me both horny and proud. Kneeling up, I leaned in and kissed her breastbone, pushing her kimono open and down off her shoulders, my own robe beginning to loosen as I worked her, and I wasn’t even wearing panties. “And I bet that when he makes love to a woman he observes them for a long time first.”
I traced my fingers around the outline of her breasts, watching when I felt the soft but resilient flesh bounce gently beneath the surface of my fingers—so resident, yet to soft and inviting. Dani’s lips were parted, her nipples puckering as I squeezed them, testing them gently for sensitivity, loving the way she arched her back. I began to circle the soft rosy aureole, smoother than silk, tender, they were darkening and crimping beneath my fingertips. “I think he’d look at you until your skin is burning up with the intensity of his stare, all over your body, until you were gagging for it.”
“That sounds like torture.” Her voice was breathy, she was already deeply aroused. “This is torture,” she added, laughing softly.
“Maybe, but Alain is an attractive man, in an androgynous kind of a way, with long hair and sharp features...and when he looks…” I shook my head, and glanced at her quickly for her reaction. Her lips parted as I ran my fingernails over the surface of her lace panties. “Then he begins to get close to where he has looked for so long, and t
he woman is desperate by this time, for his hands, and his body, and his erect cock…pushing between her open thighs. I'd love to see him doing that to you.”
Dani’s pupils were dilated and her flesh was trembling. I shifted and leaned in to kiss her open lips. They swelled gently against my mouth, and my mouth opened wider, my tongue moving against hers. The contact was too good. It fired me up. My cunt was hot and heavy and I pictured her under the Chocolatier. This had become as much about my need to fuck her as her need to be fucked.
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: he’s gorgeous.
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 t
he 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.
Dani made herself comfortable on a nearby stool, watching us with eager eyes. When Alain began to work her lower lip caught between her teeth, an action that showed me how aroused she was. That alone made me unbearably horny, never mind the rest.
Alain used the butterfly tattoo I had on my hip as the starting point, his drawing sure and surprisingly swift. The touch of the chocolate piping on skin made me shiver and pant aloud, and when I inhaled the smell of the rich chocolate filled my senses, making my head drop back as I fought to stay still.
Kneeling beside me as he worked, his actions were smooth and flowing as he applied scrollwork across my hip, then moved up across my abdomen, applying his design around each of my nipples, before moving down to the other hip. Each time my body rippled in response, his eyelids lifted and he looked at me with such a devious smile, it was obvious that he knew exactly what this was doing to me. Which I guess he did. I was damp and aching for more contact. When I glanced his way he licked his lips, and winked. My body burned.
Dani abandoned her seat and knelt on the other side of me. “May I help?”