Who Made the Salad

 

Things were working out with the new potential buyers. You were very optimistic that things had progressed very well, so You decided to ask them to dinner.  I had been wanting You desperately all day but You were very busy and never had the time to cater to my needs as I wished.  The two gentlemen came, and after greeting them You fixed everyone a drink and then settled in the living room to talk while I finished dinner.  

I was preparing the salad when I started to smile, spotting the carrots, the zucchini.  I sliced up the majority of them for the salad, but leave two whole.  I looked quickly toward You in the living room. You were engrossed in conversation and didn’t notice me. I  took the carrot and the zucchini, each of varying size, and bring them up to my mouth, sliding them over my lips then sucking them into my mouth and letting my tongue roll over them. 

I close my eyes as I let them slide over my chin and down my throat, the coolness against my heated skin delicious.  The sundress I am wearing leaves my flesh exposed to my exploring hands. I slide the cool carrot and zucchini past the neckline of my dress and across my taut nipples.  A little gasp escapes my lips and my eyes fly open at the pure pleasure just that touch brings to me.  Looking around, You are still in the living room talking.  My eyes take on a far away smile as I slide the vegetables again over my nipples as if they were Your cock sliding over them.  I moan lightly.  Pulling the vegetables from the top of my dress I lean back against the wall and let them slowly slide down the front of my dress.. over my belly.. down my thighs.  Looking once more, You are still in conversation so my fingers begin to pull up the billowing skirt of my dress.  I can feel the cool air rush around my thighs as they are exposed.

I had already decided earlier to forgo my panties hoping it would please You, so the cool air floated around my cunt.. already radiating a heat burning out of control.  Resting my head back against the wall, I slide the carrot and the zucchini together up the insides of my thighs, working my way up to my cunt.. so hungry now.  I circle the vegetables gently over my sensitive flesh up and into the folds so wet and swollen.. dripping.. aching. 

The cool vegetables swirl now within my wetness, getting hotter.. wetter.  The carrot plays at my clit as I press the zucchini deep inside me, moaning lightly as it fills me.  The texture of the vegetables creates more and more sensations.  I begin to alternate the carrot and the zucchini in and out of my cunt and across my clit.  My hips sway.. rock against the vegetables.  My body tight.. aching.. desperate now. 

Suddenly taking me by surprise, a rush of warmth fills me.  My body begins to shake.. throb around the vegetables.  I gasp for breath as each new wave takes me higher and coats the vegetables with my cum.  Breathing deep, I try to calm.  Realizing where I am, I quickly let my dress fall over my exposed body. I glance quickly in the living room to make sure I wasn’t caught. You are still there, and seem to have noticed nothing.  I quickly finish getting the salads ready, putting them on the table and calling You to dinner. 

Always the gentleman, you seat me, then make Your way around the table to Your seat.  Reaching for Your fork, You see that Your salad is a tad different then everyone else’s. Your eyes focus on me in  question as you lift up the whole zucchini and carrot.  As they get closer to Your face, it is then You notice a smell like no other, one that belongs to You.  Upon inspection of the vegetables, You notice a light film covering them.  

Your eyes become dark, smoldering and unreadable.  I knew I shouldn’t have.. not with the importance of the guests we had, but I couldn’t help it, my need for You was so great.  I bow my head, not able to meeting Your eyes.  A warm flush crosses my face. You haven’t said a thing, not that You would in front of Your guests.. I chance a quick glance Your way. You had been waiting and at that precise moment You bite into the zucchini, hard, Your eyes still unreadable. 

Suddenly a shiver runs up my body warming, and warning me that this isn’t over, and I would be learning a lesson after our guests had gone.

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