Strawberries & Cream
A short story about a young couple; he's been at work all day and gets a text from his girlfriend on his way home. The story unfolds as he finds himself intrigued...
'Ping'. His phone buzzed once in his pocket as he walked to his bus stop. 'Pick up something nice for dessert on your way home' her text to him read. He trotted into the grocery store, bag on his shoulder, shirt creased from a long day at his desk. He browsed the aisles, finding himself at the fruit baskets. It had been a cold spring, but now the sun was warming up and it felt like summer was on its way. His eyes paused over the berries. 'Strawberries and cream', he said to himself, and an optimistic smile spread across his lips.
His journey home was otherwise uneventful. The bus ride was slow, and his mind flitted through all the things he had to deal with on his return to the office in the morning. His heart sank as the traffic grew heavier. With heavy feet he traipsed to the door of their apartment. He turned the key in the lock and stepped inside into the half-lit hallway. He dropped his bag on the floor and hung his jacket in the closet. 'I'm home', he called, turning into the living room. The lights were off, there was no sign of her there, or in the kitchen. He called again, wondering where she was. He stepped to the bedroom door, pushed it open and his eyes widened. There she was, laid on their bed, wearing nothing but a pair of sheer white lace panties. She was stretched out, lying on her front, her phone in her hands, the glow illuminating her face in the dim light. 'Ping'. His phone buzzed again. He reached into his pocket and saw another message from her. 'Bring dessert to bed'.
Confused, excited, he stepped back into the hallway and took the punnet of berries and the pot of cream, moved to the kitchen to pick up two bowls and two spoons and headed back to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, a quizzical look on his face as she seemed to ignore him, her fingers tapping at her phone. 'Ping'. He placed the bowls and spoons on the side table and dug out his phone again. 'I'm the main course'. His heart jumped a beat. 'Fuck', he thought, turning his eyes from the phone screen to her to see her looking at him, a wry smile on her lips.
She lay still, waiting. His hand reached out to her shoulder, touching her gently. Still no movement. His mind raced. He unfastened his necktie and drew it through his collar. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his shoulders, dropping it on the floor beside the bed. He knelt beside her, his hands slowly caressing her back. He dropped his lips to her shoulder and kissed her bare skin. He could feel her warmth as he closed his lips against her flesh. She smelt of her favourite honey scented shower-gel. His hands followed the curve of her back, moving down to the base of her spine. 'Lower', she said, her voice carrying a tone of instruction. He moved to kiss each crest of her spine, his hands massaging her bum through her lace panties. She opened her thighs, spreading her legs wide over the bed. His fingers slipped between them, finding the crotch of her underwear seeped in her moisture. He dipped his head to take a long lick of the damp fabric, tasting her tangy musk through the cotton. 'Draw them aside'. Again, her voice was an instruction, a demand, no sense of urgency or desire. He followed, slipping his fingertips under the hem and drawing it towards her thigh. Her silky folds were glistening with beads of sweet dew. 'Eat me'.
He didn't need telling twice as he held her panties aside with his fingers, pressing his tongue between her folds, tasting her, sliding in her wetness.
She moaned, rolling her hips against his explorative tongue. Her pleasure grew as he increased both pressure and pace. He smiled to himself as he savoured the way her ooze created tingles on his taste buds. With his hand he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, drawing them down over his thighs and past his knees. He gripped his thick cock in his hand and stroked it as he lapped at her pussy, bringing her closer to her climax with each long languid lick.
Her body writhed and shuddered and her fingers stroked the bedsheets as her orgasm came riding through her core, leaving her breathless as his mouth was filled with her cum.
'Good boy', she panted, 'now, what did you bring for dessert?'
She sat up, turning herself over, slipping her panties off and spreading her knees wide apart again. He took the opportunity to step out of his shoes, socks and pants. Placing the punnet of strawberries next to him he sat beside her, took one in his hand and held it to her lips. She opened her mouth and scythed through the tip, taking a bite. 'Any cream?' She asked. 'Oh yes', he said, reaching for the pot of cream. He pulled off the seal and she dipped the remainder of the strawberry in to the cream. A smile spread across her lips as she sucked on it seductively, her eyes locked on his, offering him a glimpse of the night to come.