A little something for dessert

A freshly torched crème brulee.
A crisp sweet shell of sexual tension, the air almost arcs with electricity.
Senses become honed in to the lick of lips, the lust in a glance and the tell tale pulse in the neck.
The soft warm insides, each brief moment of contact sending aftershocks through the body causing stirrings and salivation.
The brush of fingers on excited skin.
Knowing that everyone around is oblivious to the simmering devouring lust in their midst.
The quiet suggestive voice in the back of the mind delectably describing the numerous intimate and pleasurable sensations anticipated.