Ideal Suburbia Ch. 05

Nikki looked down at her chest thoughtfully. "It really is a huge mess, isn't it?" she asked rhetorically.

"A huge, gorgeous mess," I said to myself, but out loud. I reached out to swipe another finger's worth of cream for a soft curve, and added to her, "But it is going take a lot to get you clean. I've got an idea to speed it up." I then took a literal and metaphorical plunge and leaned it lick the inner curves of those delicious mounds. Nikki caught her breath as I bathed her cleavage with my tongue. I reflected as I licked that her tits were both literally and metaphorically delicious. I expanded my oral cleaning services across the expanse of her breasts and I was unable to restrain myself from cupping them with my hands as I went. Nikki sighed as I worked.

Her nipples were actually quite clean, but I decided that they needed my attention as well. I clasped my lips over first one nipple, then the other, sucking greedily and lashing those big, erect nipples with my tongue. My fingers sank into the firm flesh of her boobs as I worked and I was dimly aware that either her body or my hands were trembling as I 'cleaned'. At last I came up for air, forgetting somehow to let go of those mounds as I looked at her.

Nikki looked back at me, apparently content with where my hands were as well. "You are a mess, too." She declared. Then, my hands still glued to her tits, she leaned forward against me, reaching around behind and untied my apron. Then she grabbed the upper strap, lifted it over my head and tossed it aside, leaving me naked and with a huge erection pointing right at her. Her eyes widened for several seconds when it made its appearance from behind the apron, but then she resumed her plan. She pulled one of my hands from her breast and looked over its chocolate and choux-encrusted surface. She lifted it and began to lick the palm and back clean. My fingers were already clean, but she decided that each finger needed to be sucked clean individually, with plenty of wet tongue for each suction-fulled cleaning. My other hand had remained in place, caressing her breast and teasing at the nipple. Nikki chose not to clean that hand, apparently liking it just where it was, and instead leaned over to lick my shoulders and chest clean of the mostly chocolate mess there. She was thorough and I loved it. At last she leaned back to inspect my chest appreciatively. Then she reached out and grabbed a squeeze bottle of the chocolate and squirted my left nipple with it!

"I thought I missed a spot," she laughed and leant in to lick and tease my nipple. I groaned and returned my grasp to both her boobs. She pulled her mouth off my nipple with an audible pop.

"Nice trick," I said drily. "I like what you pulled there."

She looked me dead in the eye and replied, "If you liked what I did there, you are going to love this."

With that, she sank to her knees before me, took my erection in her hand and decorated it with the chocolate squeeze bottle just like one of her eclairs. She knelt there for a moment, gazing at my cock, stroking the un-decorated underside of it. With a deep breath, she leaned in and sucked the head into her mouth. Her tongue lashed around me inside her mouth, tasting me and the chocolate melded together. She bobbed her head several times, squeegeeing the shaft. Then she released me from her mouth and began to lick down my length, sweeping the chocolate from my skin. When I was clean, she hastily drizzled some more just on the head, coating it.

The blowjob immediately resumed, and I smiled as I felt her swallowing the chocolate she sucked off of me. I was immediately groaning and begging her to continue, and she enthusiastically complied. I was already on the ragged edge from staring at her body as we worked for the last couple of hours, and I felt an orgasm rising swiftly in me. "More cream filling... coming..." I gasped in warning. Nikki just clamped her lips harder around the top few inches of my cock, bobbing up and down as her hand stroked me in unison. My knees nearly buckled as I felt a warm copious flow shoot up my shaft and into her mouth. My whole body shivered as I came and Nikki gulped down my offering. She looked up at me and swallowed, but just like with the eclair, some of the flow had escaped her lips. She smiled as she wiped her chin and sucked the escaped cum back off her fingers. She rose, took a gulp of melted ice water from her rum jar, and kissed me deeply, our naked chests pressing together. "Everything you make tastes good," she breathed.

"Likewise, I'm sure," I replied, lifting her to sit on the edge of the work surface. I kissed her again as I reached around behind her and undid her apron tie, pulling the garment off her and at last got a full look at my glorious nudist. I was a bit surprised to see that she was utterly and totally shaven, or more probably waxed. I had thought nudists went in for the natural look. I bent before her and spread her knees, fingers almost involuntarily tracing the smooth, bare contours around her vagina. "Customers don't like pubic hair in their cupcakes," she observed drily at my interest.

I considered coating that hairless confine with cream or chocolate myself, but my interest was less in the role-play right now than it was in burying my face between her legs, tasting her in turn, and making her come as hard and as happily as I just had.

Indeed, everything she made did taste great.

I lapped eagerly at her labia, reaching up and spreading them with my fingers. My tongue delved inside her, drawing gasps and moans form Nikki. First my fingers, then my tongue swept across her swollen clitoris, and I lashed at it relentlessly as her hips rolled and she threw back her head and cried out happily. She grasped the back of my head and pushed my face against her. My tongue backed off from her clit and delved deeper inside her once more. Her breath grew increasingly shallow and her cries louder as I ratcheted up my attentions. At last she collapsed backward with her back on the work table and her arms stretched wide. I too a moment to appreciate the view of her breasts that this afforded me, but she cried out, "Please! Now! More!"

I swept my tongue out of her depths and swirled it against her clit once more, faster and faster. Her hips were now thrashing about on the table and with the loudest cry yet, they thrust up against my face and I felt wave after wave of orgasm crash through her body. I kept licking her relentlessly, drawing smaller follow-on waves, until she pushed me away finally and gasped for quarter. I leaned over her as she lay, splayed out spectacularly on the wooden surface, and kissed her.

We enjoyed crossing lips for a good while, but then Nikki made to get up. I pushed her back down gently. While delving within Nikki, my erection had recovered and was requesting an encore. I climbed up on the sturdy work surface and straddled Nikki's abdomen. I watched as she stared at my waving cock. "That dough rises quickly," she observed, reaching out to clasp and knead said dough.

"He's a real go-getter," I laughed. I grabbed the piping bag of banana cream filling and began to fill the cavern between Nikki's upward thrusting breasts, smearing them completely. But instead bending to lick them clean this time, I slid forward, letting my hard-on nestle into the warm sticky confines between her tits. Nikki murmured in approval as I did this and still holding onto my cock, began to rub it all over her mammaries, spreading the glorious, sticky mess. After some time of mutual enjoyment of this, Nikki pressed me down firmly between her mounds and pressed them together around my cock. I immediately began to thrust in and out of that deep, warm, very sticky enclosure atop her. I leaned forward to brace myself on outstretched arms to either side of her and drove harder.

Suddenly, she released her breasts and my cock popped free. Nikki leaned forward and licked at my cock, sucking swiftly on it for some gloriously indistinct time. With a gasp, she lay back and pushed me back between her tits. As I resumed fucking them, Nikki groaned, "This feels so good, but don't you dare cum! I've got more for you to do." I reassured her that I would restrain myself.

It wasn't easy. They were amazing tits.

When I dared no more, I ceased my thrusting and sat up, my dick still rising atop her breasts but no longer snuggling between them. I looked down at her and at that view and smiled. Idly, I slid my hands to her shoulders to massage them gently. "Wow!" I said, "Your shoulders are full of knots."

"Occupational hazard," Nikki replied languidly. "You get used to it from all that kneading and chopping."

"Not today," I replied firmly, and commanded her, "Roll over."

She made an approving noise and rolled over onto her belly, sliding up all the way onto the work surface as she did so. I smiled at the perfect buttprint she left in the flour and sugar coating the table. Then I smiled more at the sight of her delicious back and backside, coated in sugar and other delicious baking shrapnel, splayed before me on the table. I straddled her again, and began to massage her shoulders and neck.

I took a massage class back in college, where I had discovered that as I had hoped, a good massage was often an excellent route to a woman's heart, as well as other regions. I also found that I rather enjoyed the zen feeling of working knots out of tired muscles. I worked slowly and effortlessly on Nikki, letting my energy rebuild for what Nikki and I both clearly intended to do to each other shortly. I could wait.

The hell I could. My cock hungered for her. I began to slide downward, working between her shoulder blades, then lower. Soon I was in a position where my cock rested against her backside, shaft running along the cleavage between her glutes. I began to slide it ever so slightly back and forth, enjoying the firm, tight feel of her flesh against me. Nikki began to squirm beneath me and observed drily, "I'm beginning to lose interest in this massage..."

So was I. I crabbed backward abruptly and slid my cock down between her thighs, pressing it back up against her ctotch. It was wet and inviting, and I let myself slide within her. She shuddered as my girth filled her. "I swear your cock is bigger than that oversized eclair you made," growled Nikki as my cock pulsed within her.

"You. Bet. You're. Gorgeous. Ass. It. Is!" I grunted, punctuating each word with a slow but penetrating thrust. Embedded fully within Nikki, I pulled her up onto her knees, her face and breasts still resting on the table. I grasped said gorgeous ass and explored its chocolate-covered curves at last as I continued to bury myself in her pussy. Soon, I was gritting my teeth and felt my pace quicken almost involuntarily.

But Nikki suddenly squirmed herself free beneath me. "Oh no," she said sternly. "This is amazing so far, but I want a lot more, and I want something different." With that, she rolled out from underneath me, and in turn pushed me back to lie face up on the table. Now she straddled me, pussy resting along my cock, but not yet sliding me within her. The whole front of her body and the left side of her face were coated in the makings of eclairs. She was dusted in sugar and flour, mostly sugar, and smears of cream and chocolate were everywhere over her magnificent body. My hands went involuntarily to her breasts, and she put her hands over mine, pressing them deep into her firm but yielding flesh. She closed her eyes and let her head droop as I massaged her tits and she vibrated her pussy against my shaft. I pulled her down lower and I craned my neck so that I could once more suck all that sweet goodness from her chest and nipples.

At last, she could take no more. She lifted up a little and slid a hand between us, raising my cock to where she could impale herself upon me. I gasped happily as I felt her enclose me once more. My hands slid downward to grab her ass, massaging it now, and encouraging her movements as she began to rise and fall atop me. Each delicious passage of her enclosing flesh around my dick was sending shivers through me. I could not help but begin to thrust upward into her in turn. At first, we were out of rhythm and it messed things up, but we swiftly synchronized and were both gasping with passion. Nikki's normally placid face wore an animal snarl as she humped me, and I'm sure my face answered under the effort. Sensing I was closer than her, I slipped my hand around under her and teased her clitoris with my finger. She informed my that I was cheating, but did nothing to dissuade my efforts.

Efforts that were soon rewarded, as Nikki was once more shuddering with waves of orgasm. Rather than the earlier explosion, followed by smaller waves, this time her ecstasy built upward as it took her, rising with each cry as my cock and finger invaded her. As her climaxes finally started to fade, I thrust up into her faster, releasing my hand and focusing all my attention on my cock pressing into her tightly clenched vagina. I shouted out loud, belaboring the obvious about how I was about to come, as my hips bucked spasmodically and I unloaded inside her, jizz spilling forth to fill her in a glorious release. We both cried out one more time, then she collapsed atop me, I kissed her deeply, and my hands clenched at her ass while my cock throbbed in post orgasmic bliss.

Cleaning each other up enough for me to get dressed again was a chore, though the amount of work Nikki, naked and encrusted with sugar, did to help me almost made me try for round three. But I was almost certainly spent, and she seemed so as well.

Nikki was straightening my tie when she said, "When you come in in the mornings for your eclairs, maybe don't let on to the staff about this? I have a hard enough time keeping employees without that to confuse them!"

I laughed, "You have a problem with employee retention because the girls are all having to deal with the fact that you have a better body than they ever will, and the boys are confused because you don't hold it against them!"

"And," she went on, ignoring my perceptive statement, "I hope I see you at closing time every once in a while. Maybe don't wear such fancy clothes."

"If I don't wear fancy clothes, what excuse will I have to take them off before we work?"

"Oh, I can think of several reasons."