And Then Came Dessert - Sex Stories

And Then Came Dessert

... yes, please.’ I filled her plate with the mashed potatoes and goulash she had prepared, then mine. I was serving the salad in the side plates when she returned with two new beers which she had already opened. She placed hers next to her plate and came around the table to hand me mine. She stood very close to me, too close for comfort. Her pubis, which bulged beneath her skirt, was hovering above my shoulder. She looked down at me smiling while I took the bottle, then paused as if considering what to do next. I held my breath. Was this her move? She turned around and I let the air out of my lungs in relief, but then she placed her hand on the top of my hand and pulled my face into her ass. My nose dove into the thin fabric and slid without any resistance into her ass crack. She held me there for no more than a few seconds, but it seemed like hours to me. ‘Hold on, I’ve got another one coming.’ I felt her body strain. So close to the source, her fart sounded like thunder overhead. The smell invaded my lungs without delay. I jumped back and fell off the chair. ‘What did you do that for?’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry. You seemed to enjoy the first one, so I thought you might want some more.’ I scrambled to my feet. ‘Y-you can’t d-do that.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘It… it just isn’t done. People don’t go around farting into other people’s faces.’ ‘I don’t see why not. Some people enjoy it.’ ‘It’s gross. And it’s… humiliating.’ ‘OK, I said I’m sorry. Sit down.’ ‘I’m not sure I want to.’ ‘You’re being ...

... rude.’ ‘I’m being rude? You were rude to fart in my face.’ ‘I thought you wanted me to. You said you liked the smell of my fart.’ ‘I did not.’ ‘OK, but you didn’t say you didn’t. And you smiled in approval.’ ‘I was just being polite.’ ‘You’re a hypocrite, then.’ The discussion was leading nowhere. I decided it was best to leave. Fuck Marie and her dinner, fuck Jane too. I didn’t have to stand for this. ‘Where are you going?’ ‘I don’t know. Home, I guess.’ ‘You’re being ungrateful. I spent half a day shopping for your fucking dinner and half a day cooking it. You can’t just walk out on me.’ Suddenly, she sat down on my chair and broke out in tears. I would have expected anything from this woman, including the face farting, but not this. I was at a loss. ‘I-I’m sorry if I upset you. I didn’t mean to.’ She kept on snickering. I didn’t know if I should hug her or just leave. I walked up to her and patted her back clumsily. ‘There there. Don’t cry. Please.’ ‘Y-you d-don’t like me, d-do you?’ ‘I do. I really do.’ ‘No you don’t. I saw it in your face.’ ‘That… I was just… it took me by surprise, that’s all.’ ‘I-if you r-really liked me y-you w-would have let me f-fart on you a-and you w-would have liked it.’ ‘But I did like it.’ I was a sucker for tears and I knew it. I couldn’t see a woman crying and not go weak in the knees. ‘No you didn’t. You pushed me.’ I never pushed her. I jumped. But this wasn’t the time to argue. ‘I was confused. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. That ...