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Maggie twisted the calling card around in her hand. Indecision was written all over her face as her thoughts chased themselves around her head. Had she made the right decision? Was it too late to cancel? It had seemed such a good idea when she first booked the appointment but she had been mad with Mike and his constant nattering that their relationship was stale and could do with spicing up. Still undecided, she snatched at the telephone and dialled the number on the card.
“Good afternoon, Sweet Platters” answered a female.
“Oh, hi. This is Mrs Craddock. I have an appointment booked with Jennifer for this afternoon and I was just wondering if, well, um, will she be bringing the cheesecake with her or do I need to supply it?” Maggie asked, in a rushed voice.
“Jennifer will fetch them with her, everything is included in the price”
“Oh, okay.” The silence stretched for several heartbeats.
“Was there anything else I can help you with?” asked the unnamed female.
“Um, no, that’s fine, thank you”
“Well then, I hope you enjoy your afternoon”
“Yes, thank you,” replied Maggie vaguely as she hung up the phone.
Great, thought Maggie to herself, you just bottled out of bottling out, very impressive.
In an effort to take her mind off what was planned for later, Maggie put on her favourite film. All too soon, a knock at the door caused Maggie to glance at the clock, it was 3.00 pm, the time of Jennifers’ appointment, Maggie went to answer it.
“Hello, I’m Jennifer. Are you Mrs Craddock?”
“Yes, but please call me Maggie. The Mrs bit always makes me feel old”
“Okay. Do you mind if I put these down as I have another 5 in the car”
“10 cheesecakes? Isn’t that rather excessive?”
“Not really and it’s better to have too much then to run out”
Ten minutes later Jennifer had raided the cupboards for a mixing bowl and whisk and had deftly scrapped the soft topping from several of the cheesecakes into the bowl.
“I hope you don’t mind,” said Jennifer “but I find the biscuit base to be uncomfortable”
“No, that’s fine, whatever is best for you.” answered Maggie. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Not yet but you look like you could do with one so please have a glass and don’t worry about me.”
Actually Maggie could have easily swallowed a double vodka, neat, in one. What the hell are you doing? she mused. You, who is considered a very sensible, extremely level headed woman..
“Are you having the platter set up down here or upstairs?” Jennifers’ business like tone interrupted Maggie, mid thought.
“Upstairs.”
“Well here you go then,” said Jennifer handing over a basket of strawberries “you take these and show me the way.”
Maggie took her up to the bedroom and was surprised when Jennifer closed the door behind her and started to undress. Extremely embarrassed, she tried to look anywhere but directly at her. She hadn’t planned to be in the room while Jennifer was getting ready. Only when Jennifer had finished undressing did she notice that Maggie was uncomfortable.
“Would I be correct in saying that this is your first experience of Sweet Platters?”
“Yes.” mumbled Maggie “ I didn’t expect you to undress while I was still here. I’m sorry but I’ve never been in the same room as another naked female, I just feel awkward.”
Jennifer laughed gently, but not unkindly “You have to help me get ready, I cannot do it by myself.”
Maggie was horrified, panic set in. This isn’t how she had imaged it at all, she couldn’t do that, she couldn’t help.
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, maybe Mike wont like this” whispered Maggie.
“I have it on good authority that all guys are perverts from around the age of seven, so I can’t see him objecting but if you really wish to change your mind…” Jennifer left the sentence unfinished.
Maggies’ thoughts whirled again as she strode purposefully towards her dresser and sat down. This was her chance to get out, change her mind, send Jennifer off without Mike being any the wiser. The thought of Mike brought her back to the real reason Jennifer was there. She looked at herself in the mirror, critically taking in the fact that her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail; she wasn’t wearing make-up and was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, the same old thing day in day out. The focus of her glance shifted to the reflection of the other female in the room. Jennifer was extremely attractive and Maggies’ gaze travelled up the reflection of her body. Tanned slender limbs, long legs, flat stomach, full breasts and a mass of shiny black hair which swung loose around her shoulders. Jennifers’ reflection smiled at Maggie and Maggie smiled back. “What do you need me to do?”
Jennifer explained what needed to be done and again Maggie could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks. Jennifer was the platter and Maggie had to prepare her, by hand. Scooping some of the mixture from the bowl Maggie approached the bed that Jennifer was laid upon. Tentatively she spread the mixture around Jennifers’ neck and down as far as she dared, then gritting her teeth, she spread the mixture further, covering the full breasts and down to the stomach.
Images and sensations coursed through Maggie, like a silver waterfall, as she spread the mixture. Images of Jennifer reaching for her, lifting the restrictiveness of her T-shirt to cup her own breasts and stroke her nipples until they hardened and ached. Of straddling Jennifer, naked, to bend her own mouth to taste that beautiful flesh To run her tongue through the mixture and nibble the fullness of those breasts. Of Jennifers’ nails trailing up the inside of her thigh to a place where only she and Mike had explored, what seemed like so very long ago. To feel the silkiness of that black hair trailing softly across her body as Jennifer explored every inch of her body with her soft mouth and tongue.
“Maggie?” Jennifer enquired softly.
Mortified by her thoughts Maggie scrambled off the bed. How long she had been sat there with her hand stilled on Jennifers’ stomach she didn’t know. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when Jennifer stopped her. Taking one finger Jennifer scooped the mixture off her body in a straight line, belly button to cleavage, and held the finger out to Maggie. Like a small puppy being offered something strange but fascinating, Maggie slowly approached the bed, took the offered finger into her mouth and licked the creamy cheesecake topping. Again Jennifer scooped mixture from her body, held her finger out and suggested that Maggie might like to remove her clothes. Suddenly Maggie was aware that her nipples had hardened and were grazing the inside of her T-shirt, her jeans had become very restrictive. Very self-consciously Maggie removed her Jeans but left her T-shirt on and then climbed back onto the bed. This time as Maggie bent her head to the finger Jennifer gently stroked her outside thigh, letting her fingers trail to just inside the T-shirt. Maggie stilled and waited while Jennifer gently trailed her fingers up and when she lightly touched her nipple Maggie gasped in pure pleasure. Images became reality.
After Maggie was fully sated Jennifer used the bathroom to shower and freshen up for the arrival of Mike while Maggie went downstairs for some more mixture. While she was in the kitchen the telephone rang. It was Mike.
“Hi, I’ll be home in about 20 minutes, would you like me to fetch anything for dinner?”
“No,” replied Maggie “I’ve fixed you a special cheesecake for your birthday”
“That’s nice,” replied Mike, in a voice that dripped neutrality. “What kind is it?”
“It’s a secret, you’ll have to wait until you get home to find out.”
Twenty minutes later Mike walked into the house to be met by Maggie wearing a
T-shirt and very little else. It took him a moment or two to gather his thoughts then he noticed the cheesecake bases.
“So that’s the secret cheesecake is it? The secret being that you’ve eaten all the topping and just left me the bases”
“No” said Maggie, laughing at the look on his face. She handed him a spoon and picked up one for herself. Leading him by the arm she said “the topping is upstairs and wait until you taste the base, it is delicious.”
“Good afternoon, Sweet Platters” answered a female.
“Oh, hi. This is Mrs Craddock. I have an appointment booked with Jennifer for this afternoon and I was just wondering if, well, um, will she be bringing the cheesecake with her or do I need to supply it?” Maggie asked, in a rushed voice.
“Jennifer will fetch them with her, everything is included in the price”
“Oh, okay.” The silence stretched for several heartbeats.
“Was there anything else I can help you with?” asked the unnamed female.
“Um, no, that’s fine, thank you”
“Well then, I hope you enjoy your afternoon”
“Yes, thank you,” replied Maggie vaguely as she hung up the phone.
Great, thought Maggie to herself, you just bottled out of bottling out, very impressive.
In an effort to take her mind off what was planned for later, Maggie put on her favourite film. All too soon, a knock at the door caused Maggie to glance at the clock, it was 3.00 pm, the time of Jennifers’ appointment, Maggie went to answer it.
“Hello, I’m Jennifer. Are you Mrs Craddock?”
“Yes, but please call me Maggie. The Mrs bit always makes me feel old”
“Okay. Do you mind if I put these down as I have another 5 in the car”
“10 cheesecakes? Isn’t that rather excessive?”
“Not really and it’s better to have too much then to run out”
Ten minutes later Jennifer had raided the cupboards for a mixing bowl and whisk and had deftly scrapped the soft topping from several of the cheesecakes into the bowl.
“I hope you don’t mind,” said Jennifer “but I find the biscuit base to be uncomfortable”
“No, that’s fine, whatever is best for you.” answered Maggie. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Not yet but you look like you could do with one so please have a glass and don’t worry about me.”
Actually Maggie could have easily swallowed a double vodka, neat, in one. What the hell are you doing? she mused. You, who is considered a very sensible, extremely level headed woman..
“Are you having the platter set up down here or upstairs?” Jennifers’ business like tone interrupted Maggie, mid thought.
“Upstairs.”
“Well here you go then,” said Jennifer handing over a basket of strawberries “you take these and show me the way.”
Maggie took her up to the bedroom and was surprised when Jennifer closed the door behind her and started to undress. Extremely embarrassed, she tried to look anywhere but directly at her. She hadn’t planned to be in the room while Jennifer was getting ready. Only when Jennifer had finished undressing did she notice that Maggie was uncomfortable.
“Would I be correct in saying that this is your first experience of Sweet Platters?”
“Yes.” mumbled Maggie “ I didn’t expect you to undress while I was still here. I’m sorry but I’ve never been in the same room as another naked female, I just feel awkward.”
Jennifer laughed gently, but not unkindly “You have to help me get ready, I cannot do it by myself.”
Maggie was horrified, panic set in. This isn’t how she had imaged it at all, she couldn’t do that, she couldn’t help.
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, maybe Mike wont like this” whispered Maggie.
“I have it on good authority that all guys are perverts from around the age of seven, so I can’t see him objecting but if you really wish to change your mind…” Jennifer left the sentence unfinished.
Maggies’ thoughts whirled again as she strode purposefully towards her dresser and sat down. This was her chance to get out, change her mind, send Jennifer off without Mike being any the wiser. The thought of Mike brought her back to the real reason Jennifer was there. She looked at herself in the mirror, critically taking in the fact that her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail; she wasn’t wearing make-up and was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, the same old thing day in day out. The focus of her glance shifted to the reflection of the other female in the room. Jennifer was extremely attractive and Maggies’ gaze travelled up the reflection of her body. Tanned slender limbs, long legs, flat stomach, full breasts and a mass of shiny black hair which swung loose around her shoulders. Jennifers’ reflection smiled at Maggie and Maggie smiled back. “What do you need me to do?”
Jennifer explained what needed to be done and again Maggie could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks. Jennifer was the platter and Maggie had to prepare her, by hand. Scooping some of the mixture from the bowl Maggie approached the bed that Jennifer was laid upon. Tentatively she spread the mixture around Jennifers’ neck and down as far as she dared, then gritting her teeth, she spread the mixture further, covering the full breasts and down to the stomach.
Images and sensations coursed through Maggie, like a silver waterfall, as she spread the mixture. Images of Jennifer reaching for her, lifting the restrictiveness of her T-shirt to cup her own breasts and stroke her nipples until they hardened and ached. Of straddling Jennifer, naked, to bend her own mouth to taste that beautiful flesh To run her tongue through the mixture and nibble the fullness of those breasts. Of Jennifers’ nails trailing up the inside of her thigh to a place where only she and Mike had explored, what seemed like so very long ago. To feel the silkiness of that black hair trailing softly across her body as Jennifer explored every inch of her body with her soft mouth and tongue.
“Maggie?” Jennifer enquired softly.
Mortified by her thoughts Maggie scrambled off the bed. How long she had been sat there with her hand stilled on Jennifers’ stomach she didn’t know. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when Jennifer stopped her. Taking one finger Jennifer scooped the mixture off her body in a straight line, belly button to cleavage, and held the finger out to Maggie. Like a small puppy being offered something strange but fascinating, Maggie slowly approached the bed, took the offered finger into her mouth and licked the creamy cheesecake topping. Again Jennifer scooped mixture from her body, held her finger out and suggested that Maggie might like to remove her clothes. Suddenly Maggie was aware that her nipples had hardened and were grazing the inside of her T-shirt, her jeans had become very restrictive. Very self-consciously Maggie removed her Jeans but left her T-shirt on and then climbed back onto the bed. This time as Maggie bent her head to the finger Jennifer gently stroked her outside thigh, letting her fingers trail to just inside the T-shirt. Maggie stilled and waited while Jennifer gently trailed her fingers up and when she lightly touched her nipple Maggie gasped in pure pleasure. Images became reality.
After Maggie was fully sated Jennifer used the bathroom to shower and freshen up for the arrival of Mike while Maggie went downstairs for some more mixture. While she was in the kitchen the telephone rang. It was Mike.
“Hi, I’ll be home in about 20 minutes, would you like me to fetch anything for dinner?”
“No,” replied Maggie “I’ve fixed you a special cheesecake for your birthday”
“That’s nice,” replied Mike, in a voice that dripped neutrality. “What kind is it?”
“It’s a secret, you’ll have to wait until you get home to find out.”
Twenty minutes later Mike walked into the house to be met by Maggie wearing a
T-shirt and very little else. It took him a moment or two to gather his thoughts then he noticed the cheesecake bases.
“So that’s the secret cheesecake is it? The secret being that you’ve eaten all the topping and just left me the bases”
“No” said Maggie, laughing at the look on his face. She handed him a spoon and picked up one for herself. Leading him by the arm she said “the topping is upstairs and wait until you taste the base, it is delicious.”
Ineedsleep wrote:
> maybe a career change should be considered.
From Slacking to....? :)
> maybe a career change should be considered.
From Slacking to....? :)
That was brilliant. ;-) Well done.
RoJ wrote:
> A very nice, lustrous tale.
> I've seen a different side to you now.
> ;)
Just noticed you did a nice bit of editing there, thank you :)
Thanks to NB for his comment as well, maybe a career change should be considered.
> A very nice, lustrous tale.
> I've seen a different side to you now.
> ;)
Just noticed you did a nice bit of editing there, thank you :)
Thanks to NB for his comment as well, maybe a career change should be considered.
Me!? Try to influence a judge?
Never :D
Never :D
Marvellous. Although, perhaps I should be suspicious that you're just writing this to twist the judge's attention in your favour? ;)
You're turning out to be a damn fun writer.. it's between this, Mr Glove and Meka so far.
You're turning out to be a damn fun writer.. it's between this, Mr Glove and Meka so far.
Aha! You do write for the Erotic Review, I knew I recognised your style from somewhere... Er well I'm told it sounds like you...
Seriously though, that was rather good. Whereas most folk end up writing about death and destruction, you write about lesbians slathering.
Way to go Sleepy!
Winner.
Seriously though, that was rather good. Whereas most folk end up writing about death and destruction, you write about lesbians slathering.
Way to go Sleepy!
Winner.
I do hope you're sitting comfortably again and while your post made me laugh you can't leave it like that :D
It was all in your mind so you'll have to edit it, quick!
It was all in your mind so you'll have to edit it, quick!
A very nice, lustrous tale.
I've seen a different side to you now.
;)
I've seen a different side to you now.
;)
Maggie twisted the calling card around in her hand. Indecision was written all over her face as her thoughts chased themselves around her head. Had she made the right decision? Was it too late to cancel? It had seemed such a good idea when she first booked the appointment but she had been mad with Mike and his constant nattering that their relationship was stale and could do with spicing up. Still undecided, she snatched at the telephone and dialled the number on the card.
“Good afternoon, Sweet Platters” answered a female.
“Oh, hi. This is Mrs Craddock. I have an appointment booked with Jennifer for this afternoon and I was just wondering if, well, um, will she be bringing the cheesecake with her or do I need to supply it?” Maggie asked, in a rushed voice.
“Jennifer will fetch them with her, everything is included in the price”
“Oh, okay.” The silence stretched for several heartbeats.
“Was there anything else I can help you with?” asked the unnamed female.
“Um, no, that’s fine, thank you”
“Well then, I hope you enjoy your afternoon”
“Yes, thank you,” replied Maggie vaguely as she hung up the phone.
Great, thought Maggie to herself, you just bottled out of bottling out, very impressive.
In an effort to take her mind off what was planned for later, Maggie put on her favourite film. All too soon, a knock at the door caused Maggie to glance at the clock, it was 3.00 pm, the time of Jennifers’ appointment, Maggie went to answer it.
“Hello, I’m Jennifer. Are you Mrs Craddock?”
“Yes, but please call me Maggie. The Mrs bit always makes me feel old”
“Okay. Do you mind if I put these down as I have another 5 in the car”
“10 cheesecakes? Isn’t that rather excessive?”
“Not really and it’s better to have too much then to run out”
Ten minutes later Jennifer had raided the cupboards for a mixing bowl and whisk and had deftly scrapped the soft topping from several of the cheesecakes into the bowl.
“I hope you don’t mind,” said Jennifer “but I find the biscuit base to be uncomfortable”
“No, that’s fine, whatever is best for you.” answered Maggie. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Not yet but you look like you could do with one so please have a glass and don’t worry about me.”
Actually Maggie could have easily swallowed a double vodka, neat, in one. What the hell are you doing? she mused. You, who is considered a very sensible, extremely level headed woman..
“Are you having the platter set up down here or upstairs?” Jennifers’ business like tone interrupted Maggie, mid thought.
“Upstairs.”
“Well here you go then,” said Jennifer handing over a basket of strawberries “you take these and show me the way.”
Maggie took her up to the bedroom and was surprised when Jennifer closed the door behind her and started to undress. Extremely embarrassed, she tried to look anywhere but directly at her. She hadn’t planned to be in the room while Jennifer was getting ready. Only when Jennifer had finished undressing did she notice that Maggie was uncomfortable.
“Would I be correct in saying that this is your first experience of Sweet Platters?”
“Yes.” mumbled Maggie “ I didn’t expect you to undress while I was still here. I’m sorry but I’ve never been in the same room as another naked female, I just feel awkward.”
Jennifer laughed gently, but not unkindly “You have to help me get ready, I cannot do it by myself.”
Maggie was horrified, panic set in. This isn’t how she had imaged it at all, she couldn’t do that, she couldn’t help.
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, maybe Mike wont like this” whispered Maggie.
“I have it on good authority that all guys are perverts from around the age of seven, so I can’t see him objecting but if you really wish to change your mind…” Jennifer left the sentence unfinished.
Maggies’ thoughts whirled again as she strode purposefully towards her dresser and sat down. This was her chance to get out, change her mind, send Jennifer off without Mike being any the wiser. The thought of Mike brought her back to the real reason Jennifer was there. She looked at herself in the mirror, critically taking in the fact that her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail; she wasn’t wearing make-up and was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, the same old thing day in day out. The focus of her glance shifted to the reflection of the other female in the room. Jennifer was extremely attractive and Maggies’ gaze travelled up the reflection of her body. Tanned slender limbs, long legs, flat stomach, full breasts and a mass of shiny black hair which swung loose around her shoulders. Jennifers’ reflection smiled at Maggie and Maggie smiled back. “What do you need me to do?”
Jennifer explained what needed to be done and again Maggie could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks. Jennifer was the platter and Maggie had to prepare her, by hand. Scooping some of the mixture from the bowl Maggie approached the bed that Jennifer was laid upon. Tentatively she spread the mixture around Jennifers’ neck and down as far as she dared, then gritting her teeth, she spread the mixture further, covering the full breasts and down to the stomach.
Images and sensations coursed through Maggie, like a silver waterfall, as she spread the mixture. Images of Jennifer reaching for her, lifting the restrictiveness of her T-shirt to cup her own breasts and stroke her nipples until they hardened and ached. Of straddling Jennifer, naked, to bend her own mouth to taste that beautiful flesh To run her tongue through the mixture and nibble the fullness of those breasts. Of Jennifers’ nails trailing up the inside of her thigh to a place where only she and Mike had explored, what seemed like so very long ago. To feel the silkiness of that black hair trailing softly across her body as Jennifer explored every inch of her body with her soft mouth and tongue.
“Maggie?” Jennifer enquired softly.
Mortified by her thoughts Maggie scrambled off the bed. How long she had been sat there with her hand stilled on Jennifers’ stomach she didn’t know. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when Jennifer stopped her. Taking one finger Jennifer scooped the mixture off her body in a straight line, belly button to cleavage, and held the finger out to Maggie. Like a small puppy being offered something strange but fascinating, Maggie slowly approached the bed, took the offered finger into her mouth and licked the creamy cheesecake topping. Again Jennifer scooped mixture from her body, held her finger out and suggested that Maggie might like to remove her clothes. Suddenly Maggie was aware that her nipples had hardened and were grazing the inside of her T-shirt, her jeans had become very restrictive. Very self-consciously Maggie removed her Jeans but left her T-shirt on and then climbed back onto the bed. This time as Maggie bent her head to the finger Jennifer gently stroked her outside thigh, letting her fingers trail to just inside the T-shirt. Maggie stilled and waited while Jennifer gently trailed her fingers up and when she lightly touched her nipple Maggie gasped in pure pleasure. Images became reality.
After Maggie was fully sated Jennifer used the bathroom to shower and freshen up for the arrival of Mike while Maggie went downstairs for some more mixture. While she was in the kitchen the telephone rang. It was Mike.
“Hi, I’ll be home in about 20 minutes, would you like me to fetch anything for dinner?”
“No,” replied Maggie “I’ve fixed you a special cheesecake for your birthday”
“That’s nice,” replied Mike, in a voice that dripped neutrality. “What kind is it?”
“It’s a secret, you’ll have to wait until you get home to find out.”
Twenty minutes later Mike walked into the house to be met by Maggie wearing a
T-shirt and very little else. It took him a moment or two to gather his thoughts then he noticed the cheesecake bases.
“So that’s the secret cheesecake is it? The secret being that you’ve eaten all the topping and just left me the bases”
“No” said Maggie, laughing at the look on his face. She handed him a spoon and picked up one for herself. Leading him by the arm she said “the topping is upstairs and wait until you taste the base, it is delicious.”
“Good afternoon, Sweet Platters” answered a female.
“Oh, hi. This is Mrs Craddock. I have an appointment booked with Jennifer for this afternoon and I was just wondering if, well, um, will she be bringing the cheesecake with her or do I need to supply it?” Maggie asked, in a rushed voice.
“Jennifer will fetch them with her, everything is included in the price”
“Oh, okay.” The silence stretched for several heartbeats.
“Was there anything else I can help you with?” asked the unnamed female.
“Um, no, that’s fine, thank you”
“Well then, I hope you enjoy your afternoon”
“Yes, thank you,” replied Maggie vaguely as she hung up the phone.
Great, thought Maggie to herself, you just bottled out of bottling out, very impressive.
In an effort to take her mind off what was planned for later, Maggie put on her favourite film. All too soon, a knock at the door caused Maggie to glance at the clock, it was 3.00 pm, the time of Jennifers’ appointment, Maggie went to answer it.
“Hello, I’m Jennifer. Are you Mrs Craddock?”
“Yes, but please call me Maggie. The Mrs bit always makes me feel old”
“Okay. Do you mind if I put these down as I have another 5 in the car”
“10 cheesecakes? Isn’t that rather excessive?”
“Not really and it’s better to have too much then to run out”
Ten minutes later Jennifer had raided the cupboards for a mixing bowl and whisk and had deftly scrapped the soft topping from several of the cheesecakes into the bowl.
“I hope you don’t mind,” said Jennifer “but I find the biscuit base to be uncomfortable”
“No, that’s fine, whatever is best for you.” answered Maggie. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Not yet but you look like you could do with one so please have a glass and don’t worry about me.”
Actually Maggie could have easily swallowed a double vodka, neat, in one. What the hell are you doing? she mused. You, who is considered a very sensible, extremely level headed woman..
“Are you having the platter set up down here or upstairs?” Jennifers’ business like tone interrupted Maggie, mid thought.
“Upstairs.”
“Well here you go then,” said Jennifer handing over a basket of strawberries “you take these and show me the way.”
Maggie took her up to the bedroom and was surprised when Jennifer closed the door behind her and started to undress. Extremely embarrassed, she tried to look anywhere but directly at her. She hadn’t planned to be in the room while Jennifer was getting ready. Only when Jennifer had finished undressing did she notice that Maggie was uncomfortable.
“Would I be correct in saying that this is your first experience of Sweet Platters?”
“Yes.” mumbled Maggie “ I didn’t expect you to undress while I was still here. I’m sorry but I’ve never been in the same room as another naked female, I just feel awkward.”
Jennifer laughed gently, but not unkindly “You have to help me get ready, I cannot do it by myself.”
Maggie was horrified, panic set in. This isn’t how she had imaged it at all, she couldn’t do that, she couldn’t help.
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, maybe Mike wont like this” whispered Maggie.
“I have it on good authority that all guys are perverts from around the age of seven, so I can’t see him objecting but if you really wish to change your mind…” Jennifer left the sentence unfinished.
Maggies’ thoughts whirled again as she strode purposefully towards her dresser and sat down. This was her chance to get out, change her mind, send Jennifer off without Mike being any the wiser. The thought of Mike brought her back to the real reason Jennifer was there. She looked at herself in the mirror, critically taking in the fact that her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail; she wasn’t wearing make-up and was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, the same old thing day in day out. The focus of her glance shifted to the reflection of the other female in the room. Jennifer was extremely attractive and Maggies’ gaze travelled up the reflection of her body. Tanned slender limbs, long legs, flat stomach, full breasts and a mass of shiny black hair which swung loose around her shoulders. Jennifers’ reflection smiled at Maggie and Maggie smiled back. “What do you need me to do?”
Jennifer explained what needed to be done and again Maggie could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks. Jennifer was the platter and Maggie had to prepare her, by hand. Scooping some of the mixture from the bowl Maggie approached the bed that Jennifer was laid upon. Tentatively she spread the mixture around Jennifers’ neck and down as far as she dared, then gritting her teeth, she spread the mixture further, covering the full breasts and down to the stomach.
Images and sensations coursed through Maggie, like a silver waterfall, as she spread the mixture. Images of Jennifer reaching for her, lifting the restrictiveness of her T-shirt to cup her own breasts and stroke her nipples until they hardened and ached. Of straddling Jennifer, naked, to bend her own mouth to taste that beautiful flesh To run her tongue through the mixture and nibble the fullness of those breasts. Of Jennifers’ nails trailing up the inside of her thigh to a place where only she and Mike had explored, what seemed like so very long ago. To feel the silkiness of that black hair trailing softly across her body as Jennifer explored every inch of her body with her soft mouth and tongue.
“Maggie?” Jennifer enquired softly.
Mortified by her thoughts Maggie scrambled off the bed. How long she had been sat there with her hand stilled on Jennifers’ stomach she didn’t know. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when Jennifer stopped her. Taking one finger Jennifer scooped the mixture off her body in a straight line, belly button to cleavage, and held the finger out to Maggie. Like a small puppy being offered something strange but fascinating, Maggie slowly approached the bed, took the offered finger into her mouth and licked the creamy cheesecake topping. Again Jennifer scooped mixture from her body, held her finger out and suggested that Maggie might like to remove her clothes. Suddenly Maggie was aware that her nipples had hardened and were grazing the inside of her T-shirt, her jeans had become very restrictive. Very self-consciously Maggie removed her Jeans but left her T-shirt on and then climbed back onto the bed. This time as Maggie bent her head to the finger Jennifer gently stroked her outside thigh, letting her fingers trail to just inside the T-shirt. Maggie stilled and waited while Jennifer gently trailed her fingers up and when she lightly touched her nipple Maggie gasped in pure pleasure. Images became reality.
After Maggie was fully sated Jennifer used the bathroom to shower and freshen up for the arrival of Mike while Maggie went downstairs for some more mixture. While she was in the kitchen the telephone rang. It was Mike.
“Hi, I’ll be home in about 20 minutes, would you like me to fetch anything for dinner?”
“No,” replied Maggie “I’ve fixed you a special cheesecake for your birthday”
“That’s nice,” replied Mike, in a voice that dripped neutrality. “What kind is it?”
“It’s a secret, you’ll have to wait until you get home to find out.”
Twenty minutes later Mike walked into the house to be met by Maggie wearing a
T-shirt and very little else. It took him a moment or two to gather his thoughts then he noticed the cheesecake bases.
“So that’s the secret cheesecake is it? The secret being that you’ve eaten all the topping and just left me the bases”
“No” said Maggie, laughing at the look on his face. She handed him a spoon and picked up one for herself. Leading him by the arm she said “the topping is upstairs and wait until you taste the base, it is delicious.”