Whetted Appetites (14 page)

     “I hope so,” Victoria said.

     “Seven days left,” Melissa reminded her.  “Eric and I will be there at six.  An hour after lusty Dalton Hughes, that is,” she said suggestively.

     “I see you’ve already gotten it planned out.”

     Melissa shrugged.  “Mostly.”  She chortled.  “You know I’m going to want all the juicy details.”

     Victoria’s jaw dropped.  “Ha!  You wish.”

     “Worth a try.”  Melissa grinned with a slight blush on her cheek.

     Mrs. Bradley let in Detective Elson.  In his hands, he held a manila folder containing, what she hoped to be, quite a bit of information.  He made himself comfortable in the Bradley’s vast living room. 

     “I watched the bakery for a while until I was sure that I had found the man you were looking for.  His name is Dalton Hughes.”  He opened the folder.  “I followed him for a few days and gathered information from his acquaintances without making them suspicious.  He is the president of his own company, which is doing quite well.  He drives a silver, two-door Lexus.  Those don’t come cheap.  It’s fairly new by the looks of it.  I found the name of the dealer and pretended to be interested in the exact same car this man drives.  I asked for the price and he quoted a large five digit number.

     “He’s young, never been married, no kids and is in very good health.  He has a large house set on ten acres of some pretty spectacular land.”  He handed his client pictures of everything he talked about. 

     “His dad died when he was just a boy but his mom is still living and on a luxurious vacation courtesy of her son.  Dalton has two older brothers; one sister.”  Detective Elson turned the page.

     Mrs. Bradley soaked in the detective’s report.  “Well, this Dalton Hughes sounds like a great match for Victoria.  He seems like a man I would’ve picked for her.  He’s rich, single, and from the sounds of it, available.  What did the father do for a living before he passed away?  I assume he left the family very well fixed,” she surmised.

     Detective Elson cleared his throat and looked a tad uncomfortable.  “Well, not exactly.  The father worked as a mechanic before he got hit by a drunk driver.  The mom had several jobs, including being a maid to a few families in this area but she still had a hard time making ends meet.  They had government help.  You know things like Food Stamps?  From what I’ve gathered, no one in the immediate or extended family came from money.  I think you would call Dalton, ‘new money’.  They are well off now.  But Dalton worked odd jobs as a kid and, when he became old enough, he started bagging groceries and got promoted due to his dedication and willingness to succeed.  He went to college on a scholarship.  His grades were darn near perfect.  Eventually, he climbed the ladder of success one rung at a time until he became the president of his own company, ‘Hughes’ Catering Supplies’,” he finished.

     Mrs. Bradley had gone pale the minute Elson said ‘government help’.  It took her a few moments to snap out of it.

     “I cannot believe this.  My daughter is dating a man like this?  What will our neighbors think if they found out that Victoria is seeing a man who came from poverty?  It doesn’t matter about his finances now.  They aren’t refined enough to know how to handle themselves within our social circle.  People born with money are completely different.”  Mrs. Bradley shook her head.  “I will not let my daughter parade around with someone with Dalton’s background.”  Her mouth twisted in revulsion.  “My neighbors and friends probably know his mother.  What will they think when they find out my daughter is dating the son of a servant?  He’s obviously the only one with the financial means but he would have nothing to fall back on if his company went under.  He’d probably go back to bagging groceries or even flipping burgers at some greasy spoon.  Unless, he was able to mooch off Victoria, that is.  When it boils down to it, he will never be able to keep up.”

     Detective Elson closed the folder and handed it to Mrs. Bradley.  “Maybe.  Then again, maybe not.  Dalton’s mother doesn’t live around here anymore.  I doubt they will notice her since it’s been many years.”

     Mrs. Bradley tapped her finger to her chin.  “I suppose you’re right.  We usually don’t pay much attention to maids and butlers beyond seeing that they do their jobs while making sure they don’t get sticky fingers.  We were never personal with them so I guess no one will remember what she did for a living.”

     Detective Elson stood up.  “Do you want me to continue following them or is the information going to be enough?”

     Mrs. Bradley handed the detective the money for the work he’s done so far.  “Go ahead and continue following them.  Dalton especially.  I want to know what game he’s trying to play.  Another week should do it.”

     Detective Elson pocketed the money and nodded.  “Very well, Mrs. Bradley.  Anything specific you’re looking for?”

     “Yes.  See just how chummy he is with my daughter.”

     “All right.”  Detective Elson let himself out and went back to doing what Mrs. Bradley paid him to do.

     Dalton rang Victoria’s door bell at precisely seven o’clock.  She greeted him with a smile as soon as she opened the door.  His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of her wrapped in a red silk robe.

     “You look great,” she said, observing him in his black pants and dark green shirt.  It complemented his luminous green eyes.

     “Thank you,” he said as he entered her home.   

     He looked around.  Victoria had great taste.  Her living room walls had a textured look, giving the room more dimension.  A deep green chaise lounge sat by the window.  The blinds were opened so the person sitting on the chair could have a wonderful view of her boldly colored flower beds.  A few pictures and paintings hung on the walls in no particular order but still managed to look well organized. 

     Wily,
he noted. 
Just like Victoria.

    
“You have a really nice home, Victoria.  I like the smell of whatever you have in that soap stone.”  Dalton took his finger and caressed the silk fabric.  “I love the way you look in this.”

     Victoria brought his finger up to her lips.  She gently kissed the tip before sliding it into her mouth.  She pulled it out slowly.  “Thanks, Dalton.  It’s sandalwood.  It’s very arousing.  But I know you didn’t come here to look at my living room.”

     “Oh?  What did I come here for?”

     Victoria gave him a mischievous look.  She untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.  She stood before him, naked as the day she was born.  “You came here to look at me.”

     Dalton took full advantage of the light in the room, showing every inch of skin on Victoria’s luscious body.  Her curves made his hands itch to caress.  Her breasts were full and her nipples were pert from the cool air and from the arousal she knew she was feeling.  He felt it, too.

     His eyes dropped to the beautiful folds between her legs.  She was smooth and silky.  She had removed every trace of hair, making it fully visible to him.  He knew how they tasted.  He knew how her clit felt against his tongue.  He knew how wet she got when he ran his tongue across the moistness.  His tongue tingled at the possibility of tasting her sweetness again.

     Victoria loved how Dalton looked at her body with want, need and lust.  He had an animal-like predator look in his eyes.  She was waiting in pulsating anticipation for him to take her with his mouth.  She wanted him to ravage every inch of her throbbing, moist vagina until she was too limp to move.

     Dalton pulled off his clothes until he was just as naked as Victoria.  His erection bobbed and strained.  He was painfully tight.  He wanted Victoria’s mouth sucking him and licking him until the heavens moved.

     Victoria walked over to the coffee table and grabbed a bottle that Dalton had no idea of its contents.

     She turned around while popping the top.  “Have you ever tasted body butter?”

     “No.”  His curiosity was thoroughly piqued. 

     “I made this one myself.”  She shook it up and down, imitating another intimate action.  “This is chocolate flavored.  I made several flavors.  Is chocolate ok with you or maybe you’d prefer vanilla or caramel.”

     Dalton remembered when he had visited her at her bakery for the first time.  He remembered the tempting scent of vanilla.

     Dalton stepped closer to Victoria.  He rubbed her nipple with the tip of his finger.  “I know you’re just as tasty as those butters but I like when you have vanilla around you.  I want to rub vanilla around your clit and those silky lips and lap you up the way a cat laps a saucer of milk.”

     Victoria let out amused but sultry laugh.  She handed him the bottle of vanilla butter.  He took if and sniffed.  It smelled sinful and he couldn’t wait to try it on Victoria.

     But, first things first.  Dalton crushed his mouth to Victoria’s.  He slid his tongue in to taste the inside of her velvety mouth.  He felt her nipples bite softly into his chest.  She lowered and raised herself several times, letting her nipples slide against the soft hair on his rock hard pecs

     Speaking of rock hard, Dalton’s cock was pressed into the side of her hip.  Oh, how she wanted him to slide into her body right now.  It would be so easy for him to bend down just enough for him to plunge into her.

     But no.  It would be over too soon.  She wanted to experience more than just the usual intercourse.  She wanted to discover different erogenous zones on Dalton’s toned body.

     Dalton lowered her onto the blanket that she had laid out earlier.  He coaxed Victoria on her back.  He opened the vanilla butter and dabbed a finger in and rubbed a healthy sized dollop on it, the intoxicating scent rising up to his nose.  He rubbed some on her folds.  He took a finger and worked it around the clit and above the lips.  He made sure to put little dabs on her inner thighs.

     After he was satisfied that he had enough to feast on, he lay on his back while Victoria spread chocolate butter on the entire length of his shaft.  She swirled a little around the bulging tip and made sure to get a little on his balls.  She definitely didn’t want to miss one inch of his delectable crotch.

     Dalton patted his cheek.  “Straddle my face, Victoria.  I want those vanilla scented lips hovering over my mouth.”

     Victoria smiled and moved to where he wanted her.  At the first feel of his tongue, Victoria jumped a little.  Then, he plunged his tongue into her and swirled it around. 

     Victoria moaned and lowered herself and took him into her mouth.  The chocolate mixed with his maleness felt like a drug.  The more she took, the more she wanted.  She grabbed him at the base of his engorged penis and squeezed.  She could feel him grunt against her.  He made her so wet with just a few swipes of his tongue. 

     Victoria moaned as she took the entire length of him in her mouth and pulled on him with a firm mouth.  Up and down, her mouth went.  She raised her head and darted her tongue out to taste the very tip of him.  The mixture of salty and sweet was a heady mix.  She moved his penis to the side of her face and took the tip of her tongue and licked the outside of his swollen balls.  She could feel him jump.

     Dalton wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her.  He ran his tongue along her inner thighs, cleaning off the butter he had smeared there.

     Victoria reclaimed Dalton’s shaft.  Her mouth milked him, pulled on him.  Her hand stroked and pulled, bringing closer and closer to coming.

     Victoria was riding Dalton’s mouth now while he pushed his hips into her mouth. 

     Their bodies coiled and the tasting became frenzied.  Victoria rode his tongue as he pushed it up into her.  She pulled harder on him.  As her head came down one last time, Dalton exploded and grunted and groaned against Victoria.  He rubbed his tongue up and down her folds until she also let the orgasm wash over her.  She screamed out and fell limply against his crotch. 

     For minutes, they lay there relishing in the aftermath of their oral pleasures.  Afterwards, they cuddled next to each other, letting sleep claim their sexually exhausted bodies.

Chapter Ten

     As the days disappeared and Friday fast approaching, Victoria and Dalton found ways to tease one another.  They would find secluded spots to park and neck while under the moon and stars.  When they felt daring enough, they would make out in elevators that were usually vacant during certain times at night.  At other times, Victoria would park her car on a deserted path in a heavily wooded area.  She purposely wore a skirt and no panties.  She would pull it up to her waist and lay on the hood of her car while Dalton got to his knees and planted his face between her legs.

     Dalton had invited her over to his place to take a swim in his pool.  After splashing, rubbing and kissing, they would get out and Victoria would gently push him until he was lying on the grass.  She wrapped her lips around his cock and took the entire length of him in her mouth.  When she had all of him, she tightened her lips around the base and pulled up slowly.  She would suck her cheeks in and out as she milked him to completion.  She licked him up and down and, flicking the tip of her tongue on the sensitive spot on the underside of his penis.  When his moans and grunts came faster, Victoria grabbed him and, in rapid succession, she pumped him.  She put her mouth on him once more while stroking him faster and harder until he felt his body melt as the orgasm pounded through him.