“Come on do it, wank for me, show me what its like,” Dani whispered, her eyes flashing when she saw how hot I was.
I fucked myself with my fingers, giving her a show, hard and fast. With a few practised and swift moves my fingers rocked up against the pad of flesh on the front wall of my cunt, the heel of my hand ground against my clit.
Dani leaned closer and put her hand over mine where it cupped my groin. “Come in my hand,” she said. “I want to feel you come while you’re thinking about this Alain bloke,” she added, but, it was too late, because inside the double embrace of her hand and mine, I was already coming.
“What an incredible room,” Dani said as she scanned the erotic prints mounted in frames on the plum-colored walls-all of them naked women with body tattoos done in dark chocolate. She sipped from one of the glasses of red wine Alain had ready for us, and then bit into one of the chocolates from the nearby tasting table, purring aloud as she indulged.
I nodded, and savored a mouthful of the heady wine, noticing that he’d created a similar room to the one in the photo that he’d shown me, right here at the back of his Kent shop. To add to the mood, the stereo played reggae that made my hips move to the beat.
Alain watched me dancing as he popped the press studs on his white chef’s jacket and peeled it off, revealing a lean but muscular torso encased in a tight black T-shirt. “I’m so glad you like it. It’s important to have somewhere other than the shop for private tastings.”
Dani’s eyebrows lifted at that comment, and when he turned away to put his jacket down she mouthed at me: he’s gorgeous.
That pleased me no end. A look of understanding passed between us. She’d already figured out that he was the man I’d been talking about that morning. She glanced at the erotic photos and back, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.
I patted her bottom as I reached past her for a chocolate from the tasting table.
I’d timed it well. We were both relaxed and ready for some fun. After a late lunch we’d visited the pub for an aperitif before our supposed dinner out. Dani was chilled and ready to roll with it, as was I.
The chocolate I’d chosen was utterly delicious. It melted in the mouth, the next best thing to sex. Just as I was thinking that, Alain joined us, standing between us as we admired the photographs on the wall. He placed one hand on each of our backs, making contact. “So which of you will be my model tonight?”
“Eve will.” Dani was straight in there, not even giving me a chance to respond.
“Oh, I thought…I thought it would be you.” I’d been having some hot imaginings about how this would play out, torrid scenarios that kept me awake at night, but this particular arrangement hadn’t even figured. The unexpected turn of events made me feel jittery and unsure.
Alain chuckled softly. “Life is all about having the selection, yes?”
I nodded at Dani. “But it’s Dani's birthday.”
Alain wasn’t daunted. His eyes were molten with arousal, and the tension in the room built. He moved his hand to my lower back and then I noticed that Dani leaned in against him, smiling at me.
“I hadn’t forgotten,” he said. “It’s Dani’s birthday and she wants you to be painted.” His gaze raked over me. “Let’s not forget, Dani is the one who is going to be eating the chocolate.”
My pulse raced erratically. “Yes, she is.”
“You’ve had the upper hand in this so far,” Dani said, and then planted her hand on my chest, forcibly walking me backwards. “You’ll be the one in the chair, Eve.”
She did this sometimes, and it never failed to turn me on.
She nodded at me. “Strip!”
I put my glass down and my fingers went to the hem of my top, automatically following her instruction. I paused. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Was I brave enough to brazenly strip my top off, with this gorgeous Frenchman staring at me as if he was about to devour me? Dani didn’t hang around to find out. She reached over and hauled the top off, leaving me with no choice in the matter. My breasts bounced free. While Dani started on my belt and the buttons on my jeans, Alain went to the tasting table were I saw a chocolate piping bag. He glanced up as he readied it, keeping one eye on us as I was stripped.
Dani hauled my jeans down my legs before I had a chance to slip out of sandals and had to put my hands on the shoulders steady myself and kick them off. My legs felt weak under me, and I slid into the shiny black chair, grateful for the support in case I keeled over.
“And them,” she insisted and grabbed at my panties, tearing them down my thighs. I’d thought I’d keep them on, but she had other ideas. Face on fire, but secretly loving the situation, I wriggled my hips and shimmied my underwear the rest of the way down my legs, and then kicked them off.
Before he began work, Alain stripped of his black T-shirt and the two of us watched as his chest and abdomen flexed. He shrugged when he saw us both staring at him. “It can be a messy job,” he explained and gave us a wicked smile.
I reached for my glass and knocked back the rest of my wine.
Dani made herself comfortable on a nearby stool, watching us with eager eyes.
When Alain began to work her lower lip caught between her teeth, an action that showed me how aroused she was. That alone made me unbearably horny, never mind the rest.
Alain used the butterfly tattoo I had on my hip as the starting point, his drawing sure and surprisingly swift. The touch of the chocolate piping on skin made me shiver and pant aloud, and when I inhaled the smell of the rich chocolate filled my senses, making my head drop back as I fought to stay still.
Kneeling beside me as he worked, his actions were smooth and flowing as he applied scrollwork across my hip, then moved up across my abdomen, applying his design around each of my nipples, before moving down to the other hip. Each time my body rippled in response, his eyelids lifted and he looked at me with such a devious smile, it was obvious that he knew exactly what this was doing to me. Which I guess he did. I was damp and aching for more contact. When I glanced his way he licked his lips, and winked. My body burned.
Dani abandoned her seat and knelt on the other side of me. “May I help?”
Alain nodded.
“Here,” she said, moving her finger from where he was currently working on my abdomen, around my navel and down towards my pussy.
I felt dizzy, and my eyes flashed closed as I tried to maintain my equilibrium. It was all I could do not to shuffle in the seat and crush my thighs together for relief.
“Of course, lean back in the chair, Eve.” It was Alain, and I felt him working right there, on my shaved pussy. Sensation roared through me as he eased my legs apart and drew a heart at the very place my pussy opened, adding curly tendrils down each side. I stared down, my hands clasping the sides of the chair for support.
“Perfect.” Dani’s fingers slid in between my pussy lips, splaying me, the chocolate tendrils moving apart as my body opened.
“Oh god,” I blurted, looking at her as she lowered to taste the design with her tongue, tasting the chocolate heart he’d drawn just above the spot where my clit reared up. My hips rocked on the seat. I was unable to stop myself even though Alain was watching us. When my eyelids lowered I noticed the bulge at his groin and I wanted to see his cock.
“Mmm,” Dani said, her breath warm against my sensitized pussy, “this chocolate is too good, and this is the most delicious way to eat it.”
“I agree,” Alain said, barely breaking with the task at hand as he scrolled chocolate along my pussy lips for Dani’s eager tongue to follow.
Sensation swamped me. My pussy was throbbing and I whimpered aloud.
Then Dani paused and wiped her mouth. “Kiss her,” she said, and then returned to her former position, her chocolate covered tongue lapping over my clit. “I know she wants you to,” she added.