A Little More Than Just Desserts

Dessert

As soon as I step out of the shower, I can hear someone knocking on my front door. With a hurried brushing of the towel, I throw on a pair of basketball shorts and head towards the door, as I try to dry myself a little better. When I get to the door and open it to find you standing there with a cake pan in your hands. I had completely forgotten that you were coming over to hang out and show me how to make that dessert that I love. As I'm opening the door to let you in, I notice your eyes fall to my crotch and stare. I hadn't done a good enough job drying myself off and the shorts were sticking to my bulge leaving nothing to your imagination. I turn and walk towards the kitchen while you follow. When we get to the kitchen, I ask to excuse myself to go and attack the towel again and change into something that's not as damp.

I step back in the bathroom and grab a dry towel, strip my shorts off, and proceed to give myself a thorough drying. When done I realize that I didn't bring any more clothes in with me, so I wrap a towel around my waist and sneak my way back to the bedroom. Once inside, I strip the towel off and throw on another pair of shorts and a t-shirt before fixing my hair and heading back to the kitchen.

Back in the kitchen, you've already ransacked through the cabinets for all the ingredients, and are currently in bent over in front of the refrigerator getting the cold stuff out. I try but cannot pull my eyes away from staring, your tight cotton shorts clinging to your bottom and revealing everything. If they were any shorter I doubt they would even cover your pussy, however they are doing a great job outlining it as is. The light spilling from the open door, casts a nice reflection across your long toned legs, showing off how smoothly you have them shaven. Thinking your legs and backside look this good in sneaks, I suppress a slight giddy shudder as I think of how you'd look in a pair of heels. After a moment you turn and look at me, catching me staring at your ass, to make matters worse, you stay swaying it back and forth as you continue digging in the fridge.

After you have everything gathered up and ready on the counter. We get started, you start on the crust, as I'm slicing up strawberries. On the way back to the counter with a cup of water, you trip over your own feet and spill it all over your chest. You cry against the cold as it soaks through your shirt and comes in contact with your bare skin. The light colored shirt becomes nearly transparent as the liquid spreads and soaks into the fabric. Your bra that was barely discernible before, leaps into view as more and more of the shirt becomes nearly see-through. Between the cold water and the a/c you begin to shiver, I grab a hand towel for you to attempt to blot it off your shirt, but you just reach down and peel off the shirt and hand it to me.

You stand there proudly with your chest only covered by a bra that looks one or two sizes too small, as your breasts look about ready to pop out of the top. You grab the towel from the counter where I left it, and start dabbing the water from your flesh. When you're done, you throw the towel in the same pile that I put your shirt, grab the measuring cup and refill it with water. Shockingly you make it to the counter with the water this time. After you're done with the crust and I've got all the fruit cut up, you start on the syrup as I start making the whipped cream.

Side by side, you occasionally throw your hip to the side and bump me with your butt. So being playful, I take a bit of the whipped cream and put a dollop on the tip of your nose. You retaliate by dipping your finger in the strawberry syrup and wiping it across my cheek. Before I can protest, you place your hands on my other cheek to pull my face down to yours, and you quickly lick the syrup back off. I turn my face to attempt to lick the cream off your nose, but you guide my mouth down to yours and embrace my lips in a passionate kiss. I feel your tongue snake deep into my mouth, as you continue kissing me. After a little while your hand starts slowly tracing its way down my body, until you reach my crotch, the sudden pressure that you applied to my dick causes me to recoil back.