Chocolate Strawberries
You're sitting on a hot, lonely beach somewhere, with a new man. You don't know him all that well, but you know you want him.
You have a basket of goodies with you, and you take out a small plastic container of strawberries, half coated with milk chocolate. You open the container, and hold it out to the man to take one. He reaches his hand out, and then withdraws it, looking into your face.
"Umm... Listen, that would be great, but could I suggest something?"
Your eyes lower a little, because you know he's going to propose something sexual, and you just listen, saying nothing.
"A swim. I'd like to swim in the sea with you. I know we have nothing to wear in the water, but I don't mind if you don't. The thing is, when we get out, and you are warm again, I'd like some caramel with my chocolate strawberries..."
You stand then, still saying nothing, look into his eyes, and slowly begin to remove your clothes. He stops you, without speaking, and then takes over, gently undoing your buttons and clips, sliding cloth against your skin, grinning in surprise to find you have no bra, smiling as you wiggle your bottom so your skirt falls to the sand. He looks for confirmation before hooking his fingertips in the sides of your panties, and pulls them down your unresisting legs.
Naked now, you start on him, but his nervousness prevents him from letting you do it alone, and you have his unwanted help with some of the items. Soon though, you have him in a similar position, his briefs stretched by a bulge, his pale face red with comfortable embarrassment. You return the favour of glancing at him for permission, and gently pull the front of his briefs over his erection. His large cock springs from its prison, and makes its presence known. Seized by an irresistible desire, you touch it, stroking your hand up and down its length as his briefs fall unnoticed to the sand.
He has the presence of mind to stop you, knowing you'll never get to the water, and you skip over the sand together, hand in hand, and not speaking at all.
The water is beautifully warm, but chilly for a moment after the hot sun, and you both shiver as the waves pour over you. Your nipples poke excitedly from your breasts, and you can tell his eyes are on them as you cavort in the waves.
Despite the beautiful surroundings, the wonderful water, and the handsome company, you don't stay in the water very long, wanting instead to find out what exactly he meant by his comment, so you take his hand, and pull him uncomplainingly back to the shore.
Walking up the sloping sand with him, hand in hand, you notice that his erection has recovered from the cold water, and his dripping body looks delicious.
Back at the spot where your clothes were unceremoniously dumped, he grabs his shirt, the only thing remotely suitable, and tries to gently dry the water from your body. He is successful only in tickling you, and you stop him, holding his hands in yours, and planting a thank-you kiss on his wet lips.
He encourages you to lie down on the sand in the sun, ostensibly to dry out, and as your skin temperature rises to match the heat you feel in your thighs, he reaches into the basket, and removes one of the strawberries. The chocolate on the fruit is already warm from the sun, and as he straddles your hot dry body with his wet, pale, hairy one, he touches the strawberry in the valley between your breasts. You can feel hot slippery chocolate melt on to your skin, and you sigh with anticipation as he slowly slides it down your body, leaving a hot, sticky trail of chocolate, with a hint of strawberry.
The fruit slowly works its way down past your ribs, and on to your stomach. The path is drawn into, and back out of, your navel, and down further, until the last of the chocolate drips off into the start of the dark thatch of hair between your thighs.
You shiver now, almost coming with the delight of it all, and he smiles at you again before presenting the now almost naked strawberry to your lips. You bite it, tearing off the stalk, which he throws carelessly aside before quickly kissing your strawberry chocolate lips.
He lowers his face then to your breasts, and you feel him begin to clean up the mess he made, his rough tongue and smooth lips touching your skin in just the right way, and you sigh again.
He takes his time then, slowly working his way down the chocolate trail, his wet hair dripping occasionally on your hot skin, making you shiver again and again. You can feel the smile in his mouth as you shake beneath him, and still you say nothing.
The journey down your chest and stomach is wonderful, though without incident, and you could almost manage to consider falling asleep in the heat with the attention that is being lavished on you. Almost, but not quite. His tongue eventually reaches your belly button, and you are suddenly wide awake. Normally, you find any attention here to be ticklish, but this time, as his mouth makes love to your navel, you feel the heat rising in you, and your hips start to thrust beneath him. He takes no notice, and continues to clean you, and you wallow in the feeling, shut out the rest of the world, and come. A shuddering, long-winded release of tension that is prolonged by the continued journey of his tongue, south, toward your most sensitive parts.
Before you have fully recovered from the orgasm, he has reached your thatch, and is cleaning the remainder of the chocolate. He keeps heading south, bypassing your aching clitoris for a moment, licking your labia, despite the complete lack of chocolate, opening you with his tongue, searching for nerves that he couldn't possibly know about, pushing every button you have, enslaving you with his caresses.
Your body is desperate now, and you wrap your legs around his handsome neck, and pull him close, willing his tongue to your need. He takes notice finally, and winds his tongue around your hard clitoris, taking the whole area into his mouth, sucking and licking you until you feel you can't stop. Your thighs are thrusting as best they can, and your whole body is concentrating on the very tip of his tongue. Just as you know you are there, he stops, just for a moment, and when his tongue again touches your clitoris, you explode beneath him, your body unable to hold back, and you come again, harder and deeper this time, a succession of almost painful contractions which only slowly subside.
You realise your legs are clamped around his neck, and you release him, your muscles aching delightfully. As he climbs off you, his hand reaches back into the strawberry container. You reach for his arm quickly, and stop him, pushing him to the sand, on his back, before jumping up and reaching into the basket yourself.
You pull a single, hot, slippery, sticky, chocolate covered strawberry from the container, and turn to him, smiling again, your caramel skin glowing in the sunlight.
"Just lie there. It's my fucking turn!"