Chocolate Spill, Sweet Surprise

3 days ago

The aroma of melting chocolate and fresh strawberries hung heavy in the air as my wife, Sarah, expertly assembled the sundae bar. We were preparing for Sunday, a tradition we both cherished – a day dedicated to decadent desserts and lazy afternoons. As she meticulously arranged the chocolate sauce, a small, unfortunate spill occurred. A generous dollop landed squarely on her left breast, a warm, sticky stain against her pale skin. Without a word, she turned to me, a silent plea in her eyes. “Grab a wet paper towel, please,” she whispered, her voice laced with a playful frustration.

I retrieved a clean paper towel and hurried back to her side, my heart quickening with the anticipation of the task ahead. As I reached out, something impulsive, something primal, took over. “Wait,” I murmured, my voice low and husky, “Let me just lick it off of you.” Before she could voice her objection, my tongue danced across the smooth expanse of her skin, savoring the bittersweet chocolate and the slight coolness of the damp paper towel. It wasn’t a gentle touch; it was an exploration, a claiming, a silent declaration of desire.

Her eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up her neck as she realized the direction of my intentions. “That doesn’t get it all off,” she confessed, her voice barely audible. A slow smile spread across her lips as she gestured towards the bottle of chocolate syrup. “Then I’ll take care of it.” With a mischievous glint in her eyes, I seized the bottle and, in a swift movement, drizzled a generous amount of chocolate over her chest, right above where the spill had occurred. “Oh, sorry,” I said, my voice dripping with playful remorse, “Looks like I spilled some more. Let me clean it up.” As I leaned down and began to lick the chocolate from her skin, a shared giggle escaped our lips, a silent acknowledgment of the escalating sensuality of the moment.

The giggles continued as I repeated the process, unbuttoning another button of her shirt with each pass. The shirt gradually became a shredded mess, revealing more and more of her flawless form. As the last button fell to the floor, she pulled off the remaining fabric, tossing it carelessly into the laundry room. Stripped down to her bra and jeans, she stood before me, her body radiating heat and vulnerability. Instinctively, I moved closer, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing a kiss against her neck, the scent of chocolate and vanilla filling my senses. The room quickly grew warmer, charged with an undeniable electricity.

Sarah, emboldened by the escalating passion, took the bottle of chocolate syrup from my hand, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. As she began to drizzle the decadent treat down her left breast, a trail of chocolate followed its path, descending towards the delicate curve of her cleavage. “Oh, look,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly, “A delicious scoop of ice cream that needs the chocolate licked off of it.” Without hesitation, I leaned in close, my tongue tracing the creamy sweetness of the chocolate, savoring every sensation. The giggles continued, growing louder with each passing moment.

Driven by an inexplicable urge, I continued the deconstruction, unbuttoning another button and repeating the process until the shirt lay in tatters at our feet. Her vulnerability was captivating, her trust implicit. As I watched her, I realized the playful spirit of Sunday sundae was taking a turn toward something far more intense.

She took the bottle and began to create a masterpiece, drizzling chocolate across her chest and down towards her breasts, creating a luscious, chocolate-infused valley between them. It hung just above her bra, a tantalizing invitation. “What do you think?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper. “It looks like a delicious scoop of ice cream that needs the chocolate licked off of it,” I replied, my voice low and suggestive, and without a second thought, I leaned over and began to lap at the chocolate, savoring its rich, decadent flavor. As I did so, I noticed the chocolate had spilled onto my own skin, a sticky reminder of the escalating intimacy.

I paused, considering my actions, and then, with a mischievous grin, I unbuttoned another button. The process repeated, each movement more deliberate, more sensual. The air grew thick with desire, the room vibrating with unspoken thoughts. It was then that I noticed Sarah's playful excitement, a silent invitation for me to continue my exploration.

“Why not?” I murmured, returning to the task, my tongue exploring every curve and contour of her body. As I did so, I noticed the chocolate had seeped down, leaving a shimmering trail along her skin. A sudden thought struck me – I reached for the wet paper towel again, but this time, I didn't hand it to her. Instead, I began to clean the chocolate off her skin with my own hands, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of her body, each touch sending shivers down my spine.

Her moans intensified as I continued my ministrations, my touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. The giggles were long gone, replaced by a symphony of moans and sighs as she succumbed to my advances. As I cleaned her body, I noticed her clothes lying discarded on the floor, a testament to the abandon of the moment. She stood before me, her body glistening with chocolate and sweat, a vision of raw, unadulterated desire.

Without hesitation, I leaned in close, pressing my lips against her neck, my breath hot against her skin. Her response was immediate and visceral, a desperate need for release. As I continued to lick her skin, I realized that her pleasure was my own. The chocolate, once a symbol of playful mischief, had transformed into a conduit of pure, unadulterated lust.

Suddenly, Sarah snatched the chocolate bottle from my hand, her eyes burning with a newfound intensity. To my surprise, she didn't reciprocate my advances. Instead, she began to drizzle the chocolate across her left breast and down to the beautiful valley between her breasts, creating a luscious, chocolate-infused masterpiece. “Oh, look,” she whispered, tilting her head slightly, “A delicious scoop of ice cream that needs the chocolate licked off of it.” Without hesitation, I leaned in close, my tongue tracing the creamy sweetness of the chocolate, savoring every sensation.

As I continued my exploration, I noticed the chocolate had spilled onto my own skin, a sticky reminder of the escalating intimacy. A quick thought crossed my mind – I took the bottle and began to lick the chocolate from her body, relishing the sensation of her warmth against my tongue. Then, in a moment of playful abandon, I reached inside her bra and lifted her breast out, my tongue exploring every inch of her skin. Her moans intensified as I continued my ministrations, my touch becoming more insistent, more demanding.

It wasn't just the chocolate that tasted good now; I loved the feeling of her soft skin against my tongue, her scent filling my nostrils with excitement. As I continued my exploration, I realized that her pleasure was my own. The chocolate, once a symbol of playful mischief, had transformed into a conduit of pure, unadulterated lust.

As I made it to the top of her jeans, I realized she was ready for what came next. With a confident smile, I unbuckled her jeans and pulled them down, revealing her smooth, pale skin beneath. In a swift movement, I tossed the jeans and panties aside, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

Standing before me, she was a vision of raw beauty, her body glistening with chocolate and sweat. A wave of heat washed over me as I took in her form, my senses overwhelmed by her presence. As I leaned down and kissed her hard and with all the passion I could muster, the room grew hotter, charged with an undeniable electricity. Her response was immediate and visceral, a desperate need for release.

She took the bottle from my hand and began to drizzle chocolate across her breasts, creating a new masterpiece of lust and desire. As I continued my exploration, I noticed she was starting to squirm, responding to my touch with a mix of pleasure and resistance. It wasn’t just the chocolate that tasted good now; I loved the feeling of her soft skin against my tongue, her scent filling my nostrils with excitement.

As I made my way down her body, I noticed she was starting to squirm, responding to my touch with a mix of pleasure and resistance. It wasn't just the chocolate that tasted good now; I loved the feeling of her soft skin against my tongue, her scent filling my nostrils with excitement. As I made it to the top of her jeans, I realized she was ready for what came next. With a confident smile, I unbuckled her jeans and pulled them down, revealing her smooth, pale skin beneath. In a swift movement, I tossed the jeans and panties aside, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

She kept things trimmed up rather well down there, which made my task even more enjoyable. I took the chocolate and drizzled some on both of her breasts, down between them, and made a trail down her belly, stopping just at the top of her jeans. As I continued my chocolate trail, I noticed she was starting to squirm, responding to my touch with a mix of pleasure and resistance. It wasn’t just the chocolate that tasted good now; I loved the feeling of her soft skin against my tongue, her scent filling my nostrils with excitement.

By the time I made it to the top of her jeans, I figured she was ready for what came next. I unbuckled her jeans and lowered the zipper all the way. Reaching up with both of my hands on the top of her jeans, I gave them a tug, causing her to raise up off the table. I slid her jeans and panties off of her in one swift motion, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She kept things trimmed up rather well down there, which made my task even more enjoyable.

She kept things trimmed up rather well down there, which made my task even more enjoyable. I took the chocolate and drizzled some on both of her breasts, down between them, and made a trail down her belly stopping just at the top of her jeans. Then I went back to my chocolate sundae. I licked and licked at the chocolate I had put on her breasts. I made sure those cherries got plenty of attention also. I was getting a rather sexy response to the whole processes. It was all moans now. The giggles were long gone.

As I continued my exploration, I noticed she was starting to squirm, responding to my touch with a mix of pleasure and resistance. It wasn’t just the chocolate that tasted good now; I loved the feeling of her soft skin against my tongue, her scent filling my nostrils with excitement.

Then I started to follow my trail of chocolate down her soft belly. She was starting to squirm now as my licks got more and more sensuous. It wasn’t just the chocolate that tasted good now; I loved the feeling of her soft skin against my tongue, her scent filling my nostrils with excitement. By the time I made it to the top of her jeans, I figured she was ready for what came next.

As she began to moan, I knew it was time to escalate the situation. With a confident smile, I unbuckled her jeans and lowered the zipper all the way. Reaching up with both of my hands on the top of her jeans, I gave them a tug, causing her to raise up off the table. I slid her jeans and panties off of her in one swift motion, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

She kept things trimmed up rather well down there, which made my task even more enjoyable. I took the chocolate and drizzled some on both of her breasts, down between them, and made a trail down her belly stopping just at the top of her jeans. Then I went back to my chocolate sundae. I licked and licked at the chocolate I had put on her breasts. I made sure those cherries got plenty of attention also. I was getting a rather sexy response to the whole processes. It was all moans now. The giggles were long gone.

As she began to squirm now as my licks got more and more sensuous. It wasn’t just the chocolate that tasted good now; I loved the feeling of her soft skin against my tongue, her scent filling my nostrils with excitement. I realized that she was ready for what came next.

She took the chocolate and drizzled some on her left breast and down to the beautiful valley between her breasts. It was just above her bra. She asked what I thought. I told her it looked like a delicious scoop of ice cream that needed the chocolate licked off of it. With that I leaned over and started to lap at the chocolate. Then I said, “Oh look, some got down here.” Then I reached inside her bra and lifted her breast out. I began to lick all over her breast now. The giggles changed to moans.

I took the chocolate back and drizzled some more on her breast. I went back to licking the chocolate off of her. Then I said, “Look a cherry on top.” With that I ran my tongue over her stiff nipple. Then I said, “I like cherries.” I took her nipple between my lips and gave it a light tug.

I was working her back toward the kitchen table as I licked. Then I stopped. I reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. I flung to the floor. Then I sat her up on the kitchen table. Her legs dangled over the edge at the knee. I thought thank goodness we bought a stout table.

I took the chocolate and drizzled some on both of her breasts. Then down between them and made a trail down her belly stopping just at the top of her jeans. Then I went back to my chocolate sundae. I licked and licked at the chocolate I had put on her breasts. I made sure those cherries got plenty of attention also. I was getting a rather sexy response to the whole processes. It was all moans now. The giggles were long gone.

She kept things trimmed up rather well down there so I thought I would continue my chocolate trail down all the way to the prize. I did get a little protest but when I said it will wash off and got my tongue down to business the protest ended. My tongue was greeted with plenty of wet excitement along with the chocolate. I licked and licked all up and down her. I would take a break between my tongue strokes and ask if I got all of it cleaned up.

Between her moans she would respond by saying not yet. So I continued to lick her sweetness. During one of the breaks she told me she thought I had missed the cherry on top. I took that as the signal she was ready for me to lick on her clit. The tip of my tongue went straight to the cherry on top and began to lick it fast. Judging by the response I was on the mark.

Her moans gave way to those pre-orgasmic sounds. I could tell she was getting close. I worked her sweetness with all my tongue skills. Her cherry on top was swollen and ready to give its prize. Prize it was as I brought her to a very powerful orgasm.

After some recovery time she slid off the table and told me to come to her. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close. After a rather long and deep kiss she let me go.

Then she said, “Oh look, I got chocolate mess all over your clothes. What should we do now?”

With that she reached over and took my shirt off. Then she unbuckled my pants and told me those needed to come off. Time for them to go to the laundry. As they fell to the floor I stepped out of them. She grabbed me and wrapped her arms back around me for another long and deep kiss.

When we broke our embrace she said, “Is that a chocolate stain down there on your underwear?” I asked her where? She said, “Right there.”

Then she ran her hand over my hardness. I told her maybe she needed a closer look.

“I believe you are right,” she replied. Then she got down on her knees right

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