those two fingers and plunged them once again into the same crescent shaped smashed bowl and lightly drew his fingers along my pubic bone before lowering himself to the floor where he kneeled on a cushion of cooked potatoes before me. The heat from his tongue ran up my inner thigh and he licked at the seasoned mayonnaise above my mound. His fingers slowly, decadently slid over my clit and his tongue followed suit.
“Mmmm. My God Reny I love the way you taste.”
I was so unprepared for what was happening all I could do was moan.
He licked and licked until I dug my fingers into his shoulders and screamed out in pleasure.
“Told you it tasted good.” He chuckled.
“Dylan…” My voice faded.
He stood and entered me again. His rocking motion brought me to a new level of satisfaction and I literally screamed. He pumped faster before he stopped and pulsed inside me. A look of euphoria on his face, the same as the one I’m sure was on mine.
“Reny, that was the best tasting potato salad you ever made.”
I tossed my head back and laughed, then brought my mouth to his and licked the remnants off his face.
“You know, I think your right.” I smiled sheepishly, “and since we are expecting company any minute now, I think we should get this mess cleaned up and get changed.”
“The hell with them, we won’t answer the door.” He took my face between his hands and kissed me deep and hard and I felt my body react.
The rest of the afternoon, into the evening, my eyes followed him as he moved through the clusters of our guests. I watched his face for each and every smile. There were times I’d catch him looking at me and he’d shake his head and laugh when he saw I blushed, but, all in all, it was a great day, and that was the best, damned potato salad I ever made.
Chapter 15
The next morning I got up, took a shower, got dressed and made a small pot of coffee. Libby bought me a Keurig for Christmas last year, but I really don’t like the way the coffee tastes. It tastes like coffee that has been pressure-cooked. It’s good when I’m in a big rush, but there is something to be said for fresh brewed coffee.
I finished my cup and before I left, rinsed it and the spoon then left them in the dish drainer.
I grabbed my satchel, slung it over my shoulder and headed out the door. I was half way to work when I realized I’d left the lunch I made the night before. I got a little creative and made a small batch of potato salad and a ham and swiss on rye, extra mustard. So what, I had a yen for potato salad.
“Oh well, I know what I’m having for dinner tonight.” I sighed.
I pulled my car into the same spot I parked everyday and opened my trunk. I walked around the back to retrieve my work bucket then lowered it to the ground. It had all my gardening tools all neatly stored in their respective places. Looking up at the sky I could see we would definitely get rain tonight.
Need to leave the hothouse roofs open .
I reached in and grabbed my new garden gloves I’d bought from the nursery yesterday. They called out to me, so to speak. Or I liked them, either way they were mine now.
I heard a car pull into the gravel lot and turned around to see Libby arriving. She opened the passenger window and yelled out. “I’ve got Coffee Shack and donuts.”
“The coffee I’ll take.”
I picked up my bucket and walked over to where she parked. She was getting out of her car when I got there. She pulled out the tray holding the four cups of coffee and the box of donuts and looked over my head, her smile widening with each passing second.
“Libby, why are you acting so weird.”
Turning around I saw a dark blue car pull in. Normally, this would not even concern me, but it was 6:30 in the morning and the Nursery wasn’t open for business yet. And then there was that crazy smile on Libby’s face.
“Libby, who is that?”
“A visitor.” She said matter of factly.
“Someone you know…” The words
“Mmmm. My God Reny I love the way you taste.”
I was so unprepared for what was happening all I could do was moan.
He licked and licked until I dug my fingers into his shoulders and screamed out in pleasure.
“Told you it tasted good.” He chuckled.
“Dylan…” My voice faded.
He stood and entered me again. His rocking motion brought me to a new level of satisfaction and I literally screamed. He pumped faster before he stopped and pulsed inside me. A look of euphoria on his face, the same as the one I’m sure was on mine.
“Reny, that was the best tasting potato salad you ever made.”
I tossed my head back and laughed, then brought my mouth to his and licked the remnants off his face.
“You know, I think your right.” I smiled sheepishly, “and since we are expecting company any minute now, I think we should get this mess cleaned up and get changed.”
“The hell with them, we won’t answer the door.” He took my face between his hands and kissed me deep and hard and I felt my body react.
The rest of the afternoon, into the evening, my eyes followed him as he moved through the clusters of our guests. I watched his face for each and every smile. There were times I’d catch him looking at me and he’d shake his head and laugh when he saw I blushed, but, all in all, it was a great day, and that was the best, damned potato salad I ever made.
Chapter 15
The next morning I got up, took a shower, got dressed and made a small pot of coffee. Libby bought me a Keurig for Christmas last year, but I really don’t like the way the coffee tastes. It tastes like coffee that has been pressure-cooked. It’s good when I’m in a big rush, but there is something to be said for fresh brewed coffee.
I finished my cup and before I left, rinsed it and the spoon then left them in the dish drainer.
I grabbed my satchel, slung it over my shoulder and headed out the door. I was half way to work when I realized I’d left the lunch I made the night before. I got a little creative and made a small batch of potato salad and a ham and swiss on rye, extra mustard. So what, I had a yen for potato salad.
“Oh well, I know what I’m having for dinner tonight.” I sighed.
I pulled my car into the same spot I parked everyday and opened my trunk. I walked around the back to retrieve my work bucket then lowered it to the ground. It had all my gardening tools all neatly stored in their respective places. Looking up at the sky I could see we would definitely get rain tonight.
Need to leave the hothouse roofs open .
I reached in and grabbed my new garden gloves I’d bought from the nursery yesterday. They called out to me, so to speak. Or I liked them, either way they were mine now.
I heard a car pull into the gravel lot and turned around to see Libby arriving. She opened the passenger window and yelled out. “I’ve got Coffee Shack and donuts.”
“The coffee I’ll take.”
I picked up my bucket and walked over to where she parked. She was getting out of her car when I got there. She pulled out the tray holding the four cups of coffee and the box of donuts and looked over my head, her smile widening with each passing second.
“Libby, why are you acting so weird.”
Turning around I saw a dark blue car pull in. Normally, this would not even concern me, but it was 6:30 in the morning and the Nursery wasn’t open for business yet. And then there was that crazy smile on Libby’s face.
“Libby, who is that?”
“A visitor.” She said matter of factly.
“Someone you know…” The words
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