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Tea for two, not on menu
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Tea for two, not on menu Instructed B. to meet me at COBO House 4:10 for tea. She was wearing her blue gingham print sun dress, light grey sweater, bare legs, and short grey pumps. I arrived early, secured a table -- strategically located at the back of the front dining room, away from the popular ones - facing outward. Secluded but observant. As she walked in, beautiful as spring, I waved to her from the table, signaling her arrival and our table location. Little did B. know what I had planned for her, a special item not on the COBO menu, but nonetheless it would satisfy her appetite. As we sat down and chatted about her day, my day, and the yummy tea menu in hand --- I told her I had a special request of her this afternoon. She smirked -- oh what devilish plans are those? With our orders in, and tea served, I leaned over and whispered her instructions. B. was instructed to excuse herself to the powder room, to enter one of the private stalls, and there, remove her cotton panties. Slipping them in her small bag, she was to quietly return to our table. She would then hand them to me under the table. Sitting beside her, while enjoying our lovely tea and cake, unbeknown to anyone but us, for the next hour I would have my way with B. secretly under our white linen dressed table. Amongst the hustle of Sunday's tea. I started first timidly, just stroking lightly her knee cap, not rushing anything, then slowing raising her dress's hem. An inch or so every few minutes, drawing it closer towards her mid section, all while talking and engaging with her and looking into her eyes in conversation. Finally, tracing my index finger just on the inner side of her upper thigh, I felt the heighten warmth of her private area, and the tenderness of her smooth skin. And sensing a growing anticipation on both our parts, I moved in closer to my ultimate destination -- the mons pubis and folds of her darken labia. Not surprisedly once my fingers descended on this region of her body, I could sense her quicken breathe, a slight leaning forward of her petite torso, and a deliberate attempt on her part not to signal that anything unusual was going on during our discourse. But there I was, fully exploring her delicate lips, spreading them apart slightly, finding a viscosity that I can only explain as<b> sticky </font></b>and full. I continued to be playful with B. for the duration of our tea, but with subtlety, for the point was not to excite her to completion, but edge her, then pull back, to remind B. her pleasure was entirely in control. Our tea was delightfully stimulating, my little game of controlled pleasure would not be our last -- having in mind many more scenarios, to be played with the delicious B. To be continued... |
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