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women kept their
clothes on.
    Conversation
was great. They all ended up in stitches when Annie told them how the entire
staff room at school had entertained themselves with a flasher doll she’d
confiscated from a student.
    “Did you
give it back?” Alan asked.
    “Not yet.
Imagine the fun they’d have on the bus? I told him if he wanted it back his
mother or father would have to collect it. Meanwhile, I keep it in my desk
drawer under a packet of computer paper.”
    “Why computer paper?” Mark asked.
    “Because
otherwise I get flashed every time I open the drawer.”
    The
child—no, she had to stop thinking of Annie as a child—would do well. She had a
job she liked, confidence and a lover who met her needs.
    And that
was about the most risqué story told around the table. They talked about summer
holidays, the best sort of hedge to keep out neighbors’ dogs and the pros and
cons of hybrid cars. All very nice really, and it had been wonderful to see
Annie—much as she still rather despised the underhanded ploy involved—but as
they stood to clear the table, and John stroked Ellen’s arse as she reached for the dish of whipped cream, something she’d kept coiled up
the past couple of hours burst inside her.
    Just being
naked beside him made her horny and the touch was like flipping a switch.
    “John,”
she said, turning to him as she put the dish back on the table. “How about an extra pudding? There’s just enough whipped
cream left, I believe.”
    It took
him all of three seconds to get her gist.
    “Here and
now?”
    “Why not? Whipped cream doesn’t keep well.” Just to make sure there
was no misunderstanding, Ellen dipped her finger in the cream and, keeping her
eyes on his, put her finger in her mouth and sucked. Slowly.
    He
laughed, the wondrously sexy, “I’m going to get you later but right now you can
do what you want” laugh was all the encouragement she needed. “Stand up.”
    She
reached to undo his belt. He beat her to it but didn’t miss the opportunity to
give it a nice crack before he draped it over a spare chair. She was no doubt
going to get it later on but it would be worth it.
    In a
moment, John had his trousers and underwear over the same chair and was seated. Waiting. She’d chosen to ignore the socks and shoes
he’d kept on and knelt at his feet. He obligingly parted his legs for her and
she moved closer.
    She
wondered if the gasp was from Annie or Jane. Do them good, they’d been a little
too solicitous of her age. Better let them see what she could still do.
    She’d been
right about just enough leftover whipped cream to cover John’s rapidly
hardening cock. She grabbed a used napkin off the table to protect the seat and
got to work, spreading the cream neatly and thoroughly and very, very slowly.
By the time she finished, he was as hard as she’d ever seen him.
    Ellen
leaned back on her heels to admire her handiwork and, just for fun, she looked up at him, met his smile with one of her own
and licked her lips.
    Chairs
shifted. Someone wanted a better view. Time to give them—and
John—a show.
    She leaned
forward and licked off the tiniest smidgen of cream. She didn’t actually touch
his cock, just licked off a trace of cream with the tip of her tongue and
brushed the cream over her lips before licking them clean. All
the while meeting his eyes.
    His Adam’s
apple jerked as he swallowed.
    Good.
    They were
both going to enjoy this.
    She bent
her head and gently circled the head of his cock with her lips and let her
tongue play the whipped cream until she felt the smooth skin beneath. She
pulled away and sat back on her heels as she licked her lips clean. Very, very slowly.
    John
raised his eyebrows at her and she half expected him to say something but he
didn’t. Just let his glance fix on her breasts.
    Damn! What
was it with him? Her nipples hardened as he watched and her clit began the
slow, sweet throb that put a smile on her face and had her bending back to