Page 38 of The Secret Club
Walking over to something behind me I hear light classical music begin to play, just like you’d hear in a posh restaurant. Connor opens the box he brought out of the fridge and slowly starts layering slices of Salmon, Kingfish and Tuna across my breasts, down my stomach and onto my bare pubic bone. When he’s finished. He takes out a small bowl and fills it with soy sauce which he sits just in front of my pussy, so close I can feel the coldness on my folds.
Taking out a set of chopsticks he picks up a piece of salmonbetween the sticks, brushes the raw fish past my folds before dipping it into the soy sauce and then lifting it to his mouth. I watch as he closes his eyes and enjoys the morsel. My body feels like it’s ablaze with desire. I had never considered how erotic it might be to watch someone eat food from my body. Watching him is making desire drip from my pussy. He too is a feast for my eyes, and I’m glad I’m able to watch him eat.
“Your turn,” he says. He picks up another piece of salmon sashimi, brushes it again past my folds and dips it into the soy sauce. As he moves it across my body, small sploshes of sauce drip onto my skin. “Here, sit up on your elbows and open for me.” I move as he directs, some of the carefully placed sashimi falling lower onto my body and I open my mouth as he delicately lowers the raw fish onto my tongue.” Never have I been fed so reverently. He watches me as I chew slowly before swallowing. “Another piece?”
I nod and watch as he does the same with another piece, peeling it off my body, brushing the kingfish along my folds and into the soy sauce before placing it on my tongue. Once I’ve chewed this second piece, I lie back down and watch as he leans over me and pokes his tongue out flat and licks at the different splashes of soy sauce before sucking a piece of kingfish directly into his mouth from my skin.
“You smell and taste magnificent Roxy.” Connor smiles hungrily at me. He’s enjoying his first dish of his meal.
Once we have consumed every sliver of sashimi and Connor has licked off every remnant of soy sauce from my body, he goes back to the fridge and takes out a cucumber and some baby tomatoes. My eyes follow him as he moves across the kitchen. He takes away the bowl between my legs and looks at my wet centre.
“You’re dripping all over my countertop young lady,” he says in a low thick voice like he’s sharing a naughty secret. “I think you’re ready for a palette cleanser.” I move onto my elbows andwatch as he takes a red cherry tomato from its box, runs it through my moist folds and pops it straight into his mouth. “Hmmmm,” he hums to himself as he eats the tomato like it’s the tastiest morsel he’s ever eaten. “Would you like to try these tomatoes dipped in your desire?” he asks with a taunting twinkle in his eyes.
“Yes please,” I reply in a low whisper. I would happily eat anything this man offers me.
I watch as he picks up another cherry tomato, runs it through my folds and down to my entrance. When he decides it’s coated well enough in my essence, he walks over to where I’m perched on my elbows and says, “Open your mouth.” My mouth falls open at his command and I’m pretty sure more hot liquid leaks out of me.
Closing my mouth around the cold sweet tomato, I taste the muskiness of myself before the sweetness of the tomato. I have never enjoyed a salad item so much as I watch Connor watch me eat it. Connor goes back to my pussy and we share another five tomatoes dipped in my essence each before the box is empty.
Connor then moves his attention to the long fat cucumber that he begins to unwrap the plastic from. “I think we are both going to enjoy this part of the salad. Especially seeing how drenched you are,” he muses.
I watch as he lines up the tip of the cucumber and gently edges it into my entrance. I gasp at the cold intrusion and Connor’s green eyes flick up to meet mine. When I give him a shy smile, he smiles back at me and expertly rubs my clit as he nudges the cucumber deeper inside me, twisting it as he goes. Never in my life would I expect this to feel so pleasurable. Maybe it’s the person looking on so ravenously as he fucks me with a cucumber. Maybe it’s his fingers working my clit at the same time as he thrusts the cucumber ever deeper inside me. The filthiness of the entire situation sparks aclimax so quickly I almost try to hold it off. My legs quiver and my breathing is coming in short breaths. I have to give in to it as pleasure explodes through my core and I scream out in ecstasy. Connor looks up at me from between my legs with hooded eyes as he rubs out the last of the tremors from my body.
Slowly, he slides the cucumber out of my pussy and a rush of my juices follow and coat the cucumber. Looking me straight in the eye, he moves the cucumber to his face and licks up from his hand to the tip before taking a bite and chewing. I can see him studying my face for my reaction. I gaze up at him as he takes another long lick and bite. “Would you like some too, Roxy?” he asks, his voice now a little more husky. “Your orgasm is a delicacy you wouldn’t want to miss out on.”
I watch as he walks towards me and holds out the cucumber. I poke my tongue out and he moves the cucumber so I can lick from his hand to the bitten top before I take a bite myself. The cucumber tastes musky with my cream coating it but crisp and fresh as an aftertaste. Connor holds it up to me to lick and bite again and between us we lick it clean and bite it until it’s gone.
“I’m going to help you off this counter now and into my little paddling pool over there. Fun awaits us.”
Connor watches as I push myself up to sitting, swing my legs so they dangle off the island bench before he picks me up from my waist like I weigh a feather, my tits in his face for a long moment before he lowers me down onto my feet. “Go grab your wine by the sink, sit in the pool cross legged. I’ll get the next dish ready.”
My eyes follow Connor around the kitchen as he takes out a large bowl from the fridge and puts it into the microwave. He moves with familiarity around his kitchen whilst I sit cross legged, completely naked sipping my wine. This is up there as one of the most bizarre and hot things I have ever done in mylife. I focus on sitting with my back up straight trying to avoid the stomach pouch slouch.
The microwave pings, Connor grabs some oven mitts and takes the bowl out of the microwave and places it onto the island bench. Stirring the contents he explains, “This is a garlic, chili and tomato spaghetti dish. I haven’t overheated it so it shouldn’t burn. I’ll give it a couple of minutes to settle down. How are you doing?”
“I’m going well, thank you,” I smile at his interest in me. “It smells yummy.”
“I can promise you it tastes as good as it smells.” I watch as he pulls his sweater over his head and his toned abs ripple before my eyes. A tattoo of a phoenix covers his pale freckled hairless chest; his body looks like a true work of art. A pillar of taut muscles, I watch as his thick arms pull down his trousers to leave him in socks and boxers. Pulling off both socks he decides to stay in his black boxers. He opens a drawer, pulls out some cutlery, taps the bowl to check the temperature before walking towards me sitting in the paddling pool sipping my wine. He places the bowl between my naked pussy and folded legs before taking my glass and placing it back onto the kitchen counter.
“You look delectable sitting there naked and waiting for your next course. I can’t wait to feed you.”
Connor kneels in front of me, spins a fork into the spaghetti pasta and twirls it before me. Lifting the fork he says, “Open for me Roxy.”
Obediently I open my mouth and he places the tasty tomato pasta into my mouth. There is too much and I bite down over the dish but the long strands of warm pasta run down my chin and across my chest before sliding down past my pussy. My initial response is that I need to wipe myself clean as I chew the al dente pasta. As I lift my hand to wipe, Connor catches me and says, “Uh uh. Don’t wipe. I want you as dirty as possible.”
“Okay,” I smile, watching as Connor twirls more pasta onto his fork and into his own mouth, not getting even the tiniest rogue line of pasta down himself.
Again, he twirls a large forkful of pasta and feeds me, more pasta slides down my body and ends up pooling between my thighs. I am becoming increasingly dirtier whilst he is sitting there almost immaculate. I don’t miss the giant bulge in his boxers and wonder when I will get to play with him tonight.
Once the bowl is empty, Connor places it outside the paddling pool. He lowers his head down and sucks each piece of runaway pasta from between my legs before lapping up the spilled sauce down my chest, across my stomach and over my mound. I am literally being cleaned by his tongue and dear god, his tongue is sending me wild. Every warm swipe edges me closer to a building sensation from deep in my core. He seems to be revelling in the process until I’m wet from his saliva but clean from the pasta sauce.
Satisfied he sits back on his hunches to admire his cleaning work. “I think we are ready for dessert.” Standing he takes the empty bowl and leaves it in the sink before opening the fridge and taking out a giant cream cake and large bowl of red jelly. I screw up my face a little. That is a lot of dessert.
Walking back over to me he places the cake next to me in the paddling pool. He gives me a wicked grin and I wonder what he’s up to. He walks back over to the large glass bowl of jelly and places that on the other side to me. Now his handsome face looks devilish again. He tucks his thumbs in his boxers and pulls them down stepping out of them. His creamy white, long cock hangs solid and heavy. I gasp at the size of it. No wonder he’s been hiding it from me so far. Smirking, he says, “Stand up.” Which I do, forcing my eyes to meet his and resist the temptation to stare at his impressive cock.
I watch him carefully wondering what he wants me to do next.
“Stand in front of the cake and face me.” I do as he asks.
