Dessert at Harbour Sixty

Inspired by The House of Holes...

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"And would you care for dessert?" he asked.

The waiter looked so attractive in his suit. He had such a nice smile and warm manner. You had caught him earlier in the evening looking at your cleavage. You had smiled back at him. Your eyes had locked for a moment and you had felt yourself become moist.

"Oh...I'm rather full" you answered looking at me. "What about you Jim?"

"Well, yes. I was thinking that I would try..." I searched the menu for the proper name of the dessert. "Here it is - My Wife's Cunt."

Your eyes widened. "Oh, really Jim! You've had that so often recently" you said with a bit of panic in your voice. Immediately you realized how what you had said could be misunderstood. "The dessert I mean! You've had that so many times when we've eaten out."

"You're not making things any clearer for the waiter." I said with a wry smile - first looking at you then up at him. You turned to the waiter. Your face was red. The waiter was trying to suppress a smile.

"How do you serve it here?" I asked trying to change the subject...somewhat.

"It's quite moist. We serve it warm with Devonshire cream and maple syrup liqueur on the side Sir. It really is quite nice. A favourite for many" he added.

"I'll have that then, thank you". I handed him the menu.

He turned to you. "And are you sure you wouldn't like anything else Mam?" he asked lowering his head and turning toward you.

"Well...yes. I think I'll have a sherry thank you." Your eyes met his. You raised an eyebrow, smiled and rolled your eyes. He flashed a smile and left. He's charming you thought.

Leaning toward me you said in a low voice "Jim, you're incorrigible! I have trouble keeping up with you."

Looking you directly in the eyes, I responded "But you enjoy trying, right?"

You leaned back in your chair shaking your head. You started to think of the day we had just had together - fondling my hard cock as we drove into the city, the men - and women - looking at your cleavage and ass as we walked through the flower show, the couple that we had watched make love at the club, my hard cock against your ass as we napped late in the afternoon.

Suddenly you felt your cunt becoming warm and wet. You awoke from your thoughts and sat upright. Your legs had spread. You brought them back together.

I noticed you fidgeting in your chair. "Anything the matter?"

"No, I just feel a bit warm" you answered. "It's been a lovely day Jim." You didn't mention how wet you felt between your legs.

"Here you go Mam" said the waiter as he placed a glass of sherry in front of you. "And "My Wife's Cunt" for you Sir."

"Thank you."

"Anything else?" he asked.

As he left, we both looked down at my plate. "It looks beautiful, doesn't it? What a beautiful red colour. Look at the folds" I said. I pulled one to the side. You felt a pleasant sensation between your legs and gasped.

"Could you feel that?" I asked astonished.

"It was as if I did" you said somewhat surprised. "Try that again."

I ran my finger along the side of a fold in my dessert. You gripped the table. I could see the juices starting to flow out of my dessert.

I looked at you. "I think we're going to enjoy this dessert" I said with a wry incredulous smile.

I brought the plate up to my face and licked some of the cream off another fold of the dessert.

"Uhhhhhhh" You twisted in your chair.

The waiter returned just at that moment. You quickly sat forward in your chair and reached for your sherry. Trying to look non-chalant, you took a sip. You felt the warmth of the drink flow down your throat into your chest. It almost matched the warmth between your legs.

"What do you think of your dessert Sir?" he asked looking at me.

"Very nice" I said. He nodded and smiled. Before leaving us, he turned toward you and winked. You rolled your eyes again and he smiled.

I dipped my finger in the cream and rotated it a few times. Your body started shaking. You gripped the arm rests of your chair. Your body slackened as I brought my finger to my lips. Your eyes followed my finger. "I can't believe this!"

I poured some of the liqueur over the dessert. You could feel it running over the lips of your cunt. The liquid warm sensation made your pelvis rise.

"Please do that again Jim."

I poured a bit more of the liqueur over my dessert. Your pelvis instinctively rose again. Your hands gripped the arm rests.

I brought the dessert up to my mouth and began sucking as I would a crab leg. Your body began to writhe and your eyes closed. "The filling tastes quite nice" I said.

"Oh, I don't know whether I can take much more of this Jim." You sighed and breathed deeply.

"I'm almost finished." I sucked again and licked some of the cream from a fold.

Your body began to shake and I could see your grip tighten on the arm rests. I sucked again and licked some more of the cream from my dessert. I could hear your muffled groans of pleasure as your body shook. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you came.

You leaned back into your chair with your eyes closed.

"Did you enjoy your dessert sir?" he asked.

"Yes!" we replied.