Sam (#9): Food, Love, Sex And Tom - Sex Stories

Sam (#9): Food, Love, Sex And Tom

... place shortly after starting to date Sam. He put it the cake tin on the table: it was a full 9" diameter, 4" high and with topping of icing that looked like a High-Country Plateau in winter, albeit with some artistic decorations. This looked like something that would be over $100 in the shops, I figured. I asked Tom, "Who made it?" Tom smiled gently in responseme. I continued, "Who iced it?" Another gentle smile came from his face.

I was shocked that a guy had these skills. He then mentioned that he had done a pair of Cake Decorating courses. Another shock!No wonder Tom was getting into Sam, I thought: One of ourBig Rules for Guys: Must be good in the kitchen. Subject most definitely guilty!

Every time I ate it, it got me every time, as it was truly a labour of love for him. When he had first brought it round to our place, he had explained that the recipe was from the 1950s and was now in its third generation of his family. It was made in a mixer of the same vintage.

He had taken a very heavy, cold Winter Christmas cake and tweaked for the hot southern summer it by substituting the Brandy for Cointreau and adding extra lemon rind and peel: an enormous, sweet orange sized one from his tree.

The first time I ate it, Barbra Streisand'sWomen in mewas on the stereo. I looked at the slice in front of me and wondered how dense it was going to be.

Leaden with rich, soaked, sultanas it warmed my soul, then a hit of apricot turned me around into a crunch of walnut, ...

... followed by a hit of date. The cake turned me around and lifted me with its spices and the six shots of Cointreau that Tom had applied monthly between July and December. wrapped me in its soft embrace. Then the zing of the lemon icing shot down my body, causing my pussy to twitch. Waves of sensations, like the soaring waves ofWIM on the stereo. Each bite was like the soft, tender kiss of a guy on my chest while his cock gently worked inside of me, causing my pussy to twitch gently.

Back to the Apricot and repeat each time until the cake is nearly finished. The last bite, with its cumulative sensations and the slight booze buzz, was like the guy coming climaxing in me as I reached the gentle peak of an orgasm. The Royal Icing with its lemon hit was just the perfect way to wind out of such sensation. Yes, I had got wet and twinge gently into an orgasm. It was as if there was a guy in me as I eat this orgasmic treat.

Across the table, I saw Sam drift into a gentle blissfulness. Tom saw me start to likewise fade and asked Sam if I was OK. Sam took her hand between her legs and then placed the wet fingers on Tom's lip, then put it in his mouth. Tom said, "really?" then realised that her nipples were erect.

Sam sat in his with her wet pussy against his hardening cock and said, "Tom, you are a sweet, caring man. But men have one main sense of pleasure," and ground against it, "Women have many subtle ones." Tom nodded. Sam kissed Tom on the lips open mouthed and then continued, ...