A Taste of Pleasure (25 page)

Back at home, she took a long hot shower and enjoyed a light lunch before having a nap on the couch.

She woke up in time to get ready for the movie. She slipped into a soft black skirt with a sweater. She zipped up her high boots and bundled up in a wool jacket, scarf, and gloves.

Max picked her up right on time and they headed out. The lobby was bare as they walked in to purchase their tickets, then they headed over to the concession counter for some popcorn with extra butter and two colas. They entered the dark cinema, finding their way down the aisle and stopping halfway to slide into the aisle seats. She was surprised to find the theater so empty. London felt it was due to the snow warnings.

She found the trailers boring and waited for some excitement as she felt a tickle on the back of her neck. Max stroked her hair, nuzzled her neck, and whispered in her ear.

“You smell so good.”

His lips brushed her neck and the heat of his breath made her purr. She dipped her hand into the popcorn and grabbed a mouthful, smiling as she pretended to ignore his advances. Her eyes were fixated on the screen but her tummy turned to jelly. He dipped his hand into the popcorn and whispered, “Should have had some chocolate drizzled over the top.”

She smiled and said, “Go buy your own popcorn. I've got to keep an eye on my weight.”

He laughed. “I'll keep an eye on your weight for you.” He chuckled and grabbed some more hot buttered popcorn.

“Sure you will, and I'll give you something else to drizzle chocolate over.”

He kissed her on the cheek and leaned toward her. When he went to reach for more popcorn, she had moved the container closer to her breasts. He touched her arms with his fingers and moved them up and down her arm to her hand. He then circled his finger around hers, sliding it up and down to symbolize what he wanted. He kissed her ear, and then licked it, nibbling on the end of it, exhaling across her skin. He gave her mini kisses all over her neck, moving her hair from one side to the other.

He moved her skirt higher up on her leg, moving his hand to her inner thigh as he tapped her lightly to open them for him. Her knees trembled in anticipation. He reached between her legs, touching her hot sex, then brought his fingers to his mouth to taste her juices. He savored her for a moment as she watched him, her tummy tingling, then he went for more popcorn and gobbled it up. He reached back down, fingering her and gently moving her lips apart, touching her with his buttery fingers, then bringing them up for her to taste. She licked them clean and moaned as he touched her again. She was hot and wet and wanted him desperately as her mind recounted last night's events. He had her under his spell and she was at his will.

She slid down in the seat, opened her legs wide, relieved that no one else was in the theater so that they were free to explore each other. He rubbed her, moving his hands so he could enter her with his fingers. She moved her bottom so he could penetrate her even farther. She wanted him so badly. He kept on playing with her, her juices flowing as her wetness covered his hands, his lips on her neck, his breathing accelerating with heated passion. He dipped his hands deep into the popcorn
tub where the hot butter pooled at the bottom, then he slid down on the floor in between her legs. He rubbed her sex with his warm buttered hands, then put them in his mouth to suck the butter off. She grew wilder with desire as she watched. He penetrated her with three fingers, slowly at first, then pumping harder as he leaned in to suck on her button. His tongue ravaged her as his fingers were thrusting in and out, over and over until she threw back her head, her body releasing into climax as she shuddered under this control.

To her surprise, he brushed his hands off with a napkin and walked out of the theater, giving her only a smile. She looked at the screen just as the movie
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
was showing a sexual scene. London adjusted her skirt and looked up at the movie screen as she awaited Max's return. She became engrossed with the film even though she'd missed the first ten minutes or so. Max must have been very quiet with the door when he reentered the room because he startled her when he snuck up behind her and whispered in her ear in a sultry voice.

“Hey, baby.” He laughed as he came around to sit beside her with another bucket of popcorn in his hands. “This batch has chocolate drizzled over it,” he said with a grin as he consumed a handful. She reluctantly reached over, taking a handful for herself.

“Mmm, that is yummy,” she said, reaching for more.

They indulged back and forth, eating popcorn and gulping their sodas, but London was hungry for more of something else, and the action in this movie wasn't helping her at all. She set her popcorn in the adjacent seat and put her soft drink in the cup holder. She reached over, rubbing his thigh around the bucket of popcorn until he handed it to her and she stacked it on top of hers. She caressed his bulge as it grew
higher, begging to escape from his pants as his breath quickened again. She flipped the armrest back and leaned over to unzip his pants, releasing his throbbing giant as she eased down to wrap her lips around it, stroking it with her buttery, chocolatey fingers. She took his hardness deep into her throat, her lips tight around his throbbing head as she sucked him with her mouth. He was gasping for air, tugging at her hair, and she was unrelenting with her rhythm. He moaned and quickly released his prize into her mouth as she savored the warm, salty treat. They both sighed as he adjusted himself. They settled in, trying to catch up on the plot and watched the remainder of the film.

He drove her home and she invited him in to stay again. She didn't want their night to end. He stayed over and caressed her to sleep with a glorious massage. She slept peacefully all night, wrapped in the warmth and safety of his strong arms.

Monday morning, she awoke happy to find him beside her. She looked down at him while she rested on her elbow. He was handsome in so many ways: his strong jaw, his messy blond hair, and his rugged features. She watched him sleeping until his alarm went off. They shared a quick breakfast over coffee before he headed out to work at the store all day, and London had plans to prepare for a special Valentine's dinner and surprise dessert.

The morning had suddenly disappeared as she'd lost herself on the laptop making purchases for the store. Her cell phone rang and it was Max calling. He explained that some of the guys on his crew had an extra ticket for the hockey game that night and wanted him to tag along. He knew it was last minute and wanted to check with her to see if she had anything planned.

“I don't have any plans, until tomorrow night,” she said
seductively. “Go have fun, Max. You haven't been out with your buddies in a long time.”

“I might be really late getting in, so I'll probably just stay at my place tonight, okay?”

“Sure, thanks for letting me know, you're not obligated to. Thanks. Please, have a great time!” she urged him.

“Okay. I look forward to dinner at your place tomorrow night. See you then, darling.”

London decided to call Paris to see if she would join her on a shopping trip. They had so much catching up to do, as she hadn't seen her since the Christmas party. She was available and they went together to the adult novelty shop, perusing the aisles for an hour and a half, giggling and marveling at the toys, lingerie, and gag gifts. They had a great time, and London found the perfect black-and-white French maid costume that would make her Valentine's dinner complete. She even purchased a French tickler to tease Max with for their special evening.

Throughout the shopping adventure, London filled in Paris on the devastating breakup with Deacon, the threesome with Jen, and then the news of the antique shop. Paris was thrilled that London and Max had reunited and felt it was exactly what she needed after what Deacon had done. They were famished after their escapade and stopped in at a Japanese steakhouse for an eventfully delicious dinner. They loved the social atmosphere and watching the chefs cooking, juggling knives, and putting on a show.

London dropped off Paris, went home, and headed to bed. She wanted to be well rested for another eventful evening tomorrow. She sent Max a text:
Thinking of you. Good night.
He quickly replied:
You're always on my mind, London. Good night.

The day flew by as she checked over some online orders and
coordinated with Max at the store about the deliveries. She was happy when it came time to get ready to party. She went to her closet to find something she could use to disguise her maid costume. She found an old shirt to go over her outfit that would work. This would be a fantasy to end all fantasies. She was anxious to get cooking. Her body was already simmering. All she could think of was Max and his arms, his lips, and his wonderful hardness entering her. She was becoming obsessed with him.

She tidied up her home and placed wood by the fireplaces. She took out new vanilla candles and placed them around the house. She put clean sheets on the bed and pillows. Picked out a special CD of romantic music, and then stepped back to make sure she hadn't missed anything.

She was fixing herb-roasted Cornish hens with wild rice to serve with white wine. She did some more vacuuming and cleaning and set the long glass table with sheer gold-and-black place mats under gold chargers and black plates. Gold-rimmed goblets sat by each plate, and her gold-plated silverware provided the finishing touch. The new centerpiece was designed out of gold and black leaves with a cream-colored candle in the middle. She stepped back to see how lovely it was with the lights off and only the candles and the fireplace blazing. She sat down with a book to read while she waited for the evening to begin.

He would be arriving by 6:00, so she put the Cornish hens in the oven at 5:00 and put on a romantic CD. Night was falling as she took a hot perfumed bath, put on her maid's costume, fishnet stockings, and covered it all with her huge sweatshirt, casual pants, and slippers. She placed her spiked heels by the bed for a quick change later. Soon she saw his headlights shine down the driveway. She sat in her chair with her book and a blank expression on her face.

“Hey, baby, I'm home. I really missed you last night.”

His words made her smile. She placed her book on the table and welcomed him with warm kisses as he placed his jacket on the tree stand, holding her with one arm around her waist.

“Must be you missed me a little bit too,” he said as he grinned. She went to the refrigerator and got out a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass while he took off his work clothes and grabbed a quick shower, slipping into a burgundy velvet robe.

“To tonight,” she said with a suggestive wink. “Happy Valentine's Day.”

They talked for a few minutes before she excused herself from the room. She reemerged to reveal her maid's outfit. He raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise as she waved her French tickler at him. She went to the coffee table and bent over to show him that she wasn't wearing panties. He walked over to her, bent down, and kissed her hotness. She moaned and turned around, kissing him again. Her tongue searched for his tongue and his arms went around her waist as he pulled her into him. She snuggled in his arms, but then she backed away, putting her finger to her mouth and saying
Shh
as she led him to the dining room. The candles were glowing and the fireplace was blazing as she pulled out his chair and kissed him again and again. Sitting on his lap with her special spot next to the one thing she so enjoyed. She smiled, knowing how much he would love this evening.

She got up and brought in the main course. She placed the food in her mouth, and with her finger she rubbed the rim of the goblet. She made love to him in her mind all throughout dinner. Afterward, she took his arm and led him upstairs to the bedroom, where she undressed him and laid him on the bed. She massaged him with hot perfumed oil as she rubbed
his arms, legs, and back. Her body moved around his, her hips swaying in a belly-dancing way. She then rolled him over to sit on him with her hotness on top of her prize for the night. She kissed him again and again as her lips found his hardness. She kissed it and licked it with her hot, wet mouth. She got up, leaving him breathless as she lit more candles and turned off the lights. She left the bedroom for a moment and returned, shaking a can of whipped cream. She kissed him again and then sprayed cream all over his throbbing maleness, placing a cherry on top.

“Too bad only I get to eat dessert tonight,” she said as she lowered her mouth over him and plucked the cherry, laughing as she ate it. He smiled and closed his eyes, squirming in anticipation of her next move. She removed the whipped cream with her tongue from the top of his phallus and down his shaft to the bottom like she was licking an ice cream cone. She sucked him tenderly, licking again and again as the remaining cream started to melt. She followed the cream to the bottom of his shaft and, with her mouth and tongue, she sucked the melted cream. She then went back to the top of his hardness and down to the bottom over and over until he was all clean. He squirmed and sighed. She was driving him crazy. She stuck her finger deep inside of herself to wet it, then reached around to his ass and inserted the finger as he groaned. She moved her finger all around inside him as she continued to suck him savagely. She felt him throb and stopped.

She got up to put on some music as he whined, begging her not to stop. He wanted her to finish him, but he enjoyed her dancing as she watched him stroking himself. She was rhythmically moving all around the bed, slowly taking off her clothing and dropping it to the floor, leaving a path as she tickled him teasingly with her new toy.

She mounted him, sliding his hardness deep into her body as she grinded into him. She felt him throb and a deep moan came from within. She withdrew her body.

“
No, London,
” he pleaded, but she was going to make this one night he'd never forget. She again placed her hot lips on his and kissed him. He had had enough of her teasing as he flipped her over with a firm grip and pulled her to the end of the bed, thrusting his hardness deep inside her. She gasped softly as he went even deeper into her. He moved, rubbing her breasts, sucking on them and kissing her, then flipped her over, taking her from behind, stabbing his hardness deep inside her sex while he touched her clit. He massaged her, moving on top of her body. She admired the shadowy images on the bedroom wall, reflecting two mingling bodies that in themselves were sexually artistic. He went faster and harder into her body, while she shook from the passion and her growing emotions.