The Sailing Date - part 3 - Sex Stories

The Sailing Date - part 3

... onion, heavy cream, chicken stock, butter, and dill are the primary ingredients. You cock down the vegetables in the stock, purée them while adding the combined butter and cream. Chill overnight and serve.” “You made this?” Julie was astonished. “Yes” Dave simply replied with assurance. They took turns feeding each other. Julie considered her limited exposure to food. Her father was very much a meat and potato type. Most meals were at home. Restaurants were mostly fast food. A few special occasions were at places like Red Lobster. She had never tasted anything that triggered so many delights. She had no cooking skills herself and Dave’s explanation used a language she was unfamiliar with. When the bowl was empty, Julie asked for more. Dave refused. “Can’t fill up on the soup.” Dave unzipped another compartment in the duffel and pulled out an insulated container. When he popped the lid, Julie got a whiff of cheese and bacon. He placed a steaming slice of pie on the plate. “What?” Julie queried. “Quiche Lorraine. Eggs, cheese, and bacon. It needs to cool just a bit.” He leaned in and nibbled on her neck, headed for her ear. Julie shivered at the erotic touch of Dave’s lips. Dave watched goose bumps raise on her breasts and her nipples stiffen further. He reached her ear and took the lobe between his teeth, then probed inside with his tongue. Julie let out a long soft moan. She captured his face in her hands and guided his lips to hers. They kissed sweetly a couple times, then ...

... they kissed more passionately. Dave cupped her breast in a hand and pulled on her nipple. Julie broke the kiss to moan “Oh God!” Searching her eyes, Dave teased “The quiche should be cool enough now.” He picked up the fork and fed her a piece. Again Julie could not believe the complexity of the flavors. There were just hints of spice, similar to Dave’s cologne. There was also the slightest bit of heat from chili pepper. Julie put her head back and just savored her bite. They again took turns feeding each fork fills of quiche. Dave rested his hand distractingly high on Julie’s thigh and made little circles with his fingertips while they ate. In reflex, Julie’s knees parted and her hips rolled up in an attempt to get those fingers where they needed to be. Frustratingly, the hand did not change position. They got down to the last bits of crust. Even that was a delight to eat. “Now for desert.” Dave announced. Julie’s impassioned mind envisioned carnal activities, causing her to giggle. Dave looked back over his shoulder while he was reaching for the cooler. He read the devilry in her expression. “Not yet.” He promised. He took a parfait glass and a chilled spoon from the cooler. It looked like chocolate pudding. When he placed the filled spoon in her mouth, Julie’s sensations were overwhelmed. It was so rich, yet it was also very light and airy. The powerful chocolate taste had just a hint of mint in it. This ambrosia melted in her mouth. “What are you doing to me?” Julie moaned. ...