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Octopussy's Sun Set

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: irishred Posted on: 18 Aug 2003 1 comments
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This is a fantasy for Octopussy. Or is it one for me? It has never happened, but I wish it could.Octopussy’s Sun SetThe huge orange ball was setting 300 miles away over the Niagara Peninsula at the west end of Lake Ontario painting the floor to ceiling windows with its glow. The apple and hard wood fire burning in the country sized field stone fire place warmed Octopussy’s shoulders and almost nude body as the west breeze brought a cool, moist mid-August Ontario air through the open windows of the mountain side cottage on the Tugg Hill Plateau in New York’s North Country. The sweet warm fragrance of apple and hard woods mingling with the glowing vanilla candles added to the seduction of the evening as Octopussy reclined on the wicker lounge in her red bra and thong, her toes painted to match. Caressing her pretty feet with red tipped toes I sat mesmerized, watching her as she picked from the etched silver serving tray next to her an antique, cut Steuben crystal serving bowl. Seductively she held the multifaceted, Swan Cut bowl in front of her perfect round breasts, nipples hardened from the breeze and showing through the thin film of her bra, not that she needs one. Gazing the length of her smooth legs, between her thighs I could see her smooth waxed pouting pussy lips, glistening with a hint of female moisture through the thin red silk of her thong. There was just a hint of pink inner lip peaking out of the center of her body as her arousal grew. Perfection can not be contained. Her silky, shoulder length flowing hair and her pouting red lips completed the portrait of beauty and sensuality. Tanned skin glowing in the fire-light, eyes shining, chest heaving slowly to the sounds of evening gulls and splashing water on the beach she raised the Steuben bowl higher, almost to her lips. A woman at the peak of her erotic power, enjoying her tease.The long, red tipped index finger of her right hand dipped into the bowl and returned to a position just above her breasts. Her left hand returned the antique Steuben bowl to the natural colored wicker side table and picked up a small, light brown confection. The confection, made of seasoned, creamed fruit was encased by a most luscious and moist, wrap-around, lightly cooked dough. Was it phyllo, gingerbread, flower dough, it could have been any of the three but it was not. And what was that creamy, light brown substance on the tip of that perfect, red tipped finger? My hands continued caressing her right foot, raising her pretty toes to my mouth. Sucking them as if they were individual hard nipples I made love to her feet, all the while watching her hands, breasts, pussy, eyes and mouth. My tongue made circles around each toe, my lips sucked them hard and my hands caressed the instep of her foot when I watched as she raised the confection across her rounded bosom to the direction of her right hand. What could she be doing? The answer came in a moment as she spread the creamy mixture onto the confection with the tip of her finger. Then, as if to taunt me more she slipped her right index finger into her mouth and sucked it clean, never did her eyes leave mine as I continued to suck and make oral love to her toes. And never have I seen a finger sucked more sensuously. Not only could I see more pink inner lip expose itself as her arousal grew, I could feel my cock hardening like at any other time. Next, her right hand lifted the long stemmed, tulip shaped, cut Steuben wineglass from the wicker table to nipple height and steadied it there. Her left hand made a shallow arch in the air as she dipped the cream covered confection into the glass, three-quarters of the way. Her eyes were still fixed on mine as my lips and tongue continued to suck and make love to her toes. With a few short pumps she dunked the cream covered confection into the milk and gently shock the drops off as I admired her beauty, her erotic command and self-control. I knew that if that were my Fig Newton that I had just dunked into milk I’d be gobbling it down, and fast. You can’t let your Newton’s dipped in milk go soggy or they drop in half into the glass of milk and then you need to spoon them out; good but messy. But not her, she has cool, confidence and the control of a woman in charge of an erotic situation.With a simple motion she raised the Skippy Super Chunk Peanut Butter coated Fig Newton to her full pouting lips and let it tease me just before she let it slip seductively into her warm wonderful mouth. She pulled it three-quarters out; showing how she had slipped half of the Skippy off the Newton and was savoring its milk drenched wonderfulness. It doesn’t take many chews to chew as Fig Newton covered in Skippy Super Chunk that has been expertly dipped to perfection in milk, but she milked it for all it was worth. Her eyes, still locked on mine, her toes were deep in my mouth, as she slipped the milk and Skippy covered Fig Newton deep into the most sensuous mouth I’ve ever encountered. And she chewed, once, twice, three times and by the fifth chew she swallowed, then smiled. Just a narrow Mona Lisa smile, but a satisfied smile non-the less.What can I say? My cock could hardly stand the full blown erotic experience of this sensual angel making love to the most wonderful desert teat of my ’60’s youth, a Fig Newton covered in Super Chunk, dunked in milk. I shot my hot, creamy white load all over my hand and her foot and calf. I was exhausted, satisfied and fully enamored with this beautiful creature that can make the simple process of eating a cookie and erotic experience. I hope you all enjoyed this fantasy and enjoyed the humor in it as I did writing it. Thanks to Octopussy for her inspiration.irishred