Dinner

The water jets are hot and tingling against your skin. Taking a cloth and soap, I cover your body in a rich lather, my hands roving over every slick curve. Softened by the layer of water clinging to your skin, every touch of my hands feels like the lightest of caresses. Kneeling, I raise your left leg over my shoulder and begin to clean your thighs. Relaxing to the pleasure of such a simple experience of being cleaned, your eyes close and you surrender to the feelings.

Hardly any time seems to have passed before I lead you out of the shower and wrap you in soft, warm, towels. Gently, I pat you dry. Moving behind you, I finish drying you before lowering the towel. With my chin resting on your shoulder, my own, still damp, naked body pressed against you from behind, we both gaze at your body in the bathroom mirror.
You gasp.
"I wanted to see what you looked like without it."
"I look naked."
I laugh, "you are naked. But, if you will allow me..." My hand reached down to your denuded mons and strokes. Hairless the skin is more sensitive than ever to touch. "...It feels good doesn't it?"
You have to agree. "Yes," you whisper.
"Now, you were to be my dinner. Go back into the bedroom and lie down. Replace the blindfold while I prepare the meal."

Tingling with nervous excitement, you lie on the bed, eyes wide open beneath the soft black silk. You hear the refridgerator open and close, thinks being put on the unit, drawers opening and closing. Finally you hear my footsteps coming closer and one more shiver of anticipation runs over you. Almost without intending to, you find yourself pushing your breasts up, offering their puckered nipples to me.
"Just as beautiful as I remembered. I may have only been gone for a few minutes but it was long enough for me to begin to doubt I could ever have seen such a sight. But now, on to the meal." I pause as I prepare something. "Soup first."
Warm, though not scalding, a liquid pours in a light trickle from above. You open your mouth tasting the rich mushroom soup, but much of it runs over the sides of your mouth, onto your cheeks, your chin, even into your hair.

Messy as it is, you are certain it was intentional. A conclusion proved, as you feel my lips and tongue on your neck, cleaning the soup from you, moving to every part of you that was covered by the soup. Everywhere I go, the little nibbles and licks seem to beas much about tasting you as the soup.
"Nice?"
"Mmm, hmm" you acknowledge with a warm smile.

"Good. Now you'll forgive me if I dispense with a main course and move straight on to desert? Open wide," I laugh, "No, your mouth, but leave your legs open too, I love looking at you, at your new smoothe skin."
A spoon, covered in a large dollop of something cold is brought just to your lips, just touching the slightest amount to them. Your tongue moves over them, cleaning them, tasting. Something cold, creamy, just a hint of tartness. You dart your tongue out to taste more, just touching the spoon. As you move your head up, to get closer, the spoon is pulled away. As you lower your head, the spoon returns, just touching your lips once more, so we continue for a moment, teasing, before I finally let you taste a mouthfull of cool greek yoghurt.

Before you're had much of a change to clean the spoon, it's drawn out of your mouth, over your chin and neck, onto your breasts. As the cold back of the spoon is wiped across your flattened breasts, it leaves a trail of yoghurt. It returns briefly to the pot before continuing over your stomach and shaved mound. Then, with almost electric sensations, the cold yoghurt touches your labia. Slightly more pressure is applied as I move it lower, parting them. Finally the small spoon enters you, where with a teasing cruelty, I abandon it, the bowl of the spoon left burried within you.

"Now, a little something sweet to balance it."
Runny honey pours across your lips, into your hair, over your breasts, thin patterns trace across you as whatever it's poured from is moved around. Eventually, it too is poured between your legs, and over your thighs, leaving you sticky, yet slick.

"Perfect, now I too can eat."
My mouth moves to yours, tasting the honey and yoghurt that covers your lips. A deep kiss probes your mouth, tasting everything. Over your cheeks and chin, I lick the messy, sticky, cold, combination, then on to your neck. Taking tiny little bites, I work over your neck and onto your chest. My mouth locks onto each nipple as I clean it, drawing it into my mouth. On I move, down over your stomach, my tongue swirling as it tastes every part of your body, then down between your legs. Slowly the spoon is withdrawn and you hear me place it in my mouth, sucking it clean, tasting the honey, they yoghurt, and you. Discarding the spoon, I part your legs more and move to finish the job.