Strawberries and Cream

This was years ago, the details are hazy, so this is likely be short.  Still, some parts are crystal clear in my mind. This story starts as many others, a man working away on his computer, with a chat window open for the occasional diversion. At the time, my chat buddy was Niki who I have mentioned before, that’s not her real name. As I remember it, we were having a benign conversation about nothing much.  Casual as it was, the mere act of chatting with her sparked my arousal, though I didn’t let on to that fact. It was summertime and she was growing strawberry plants in pots in her flat. She had a knack for growing things, having a veritable garden in her place. She would bring them out on her patio when the weather was nice. She was excited this particular day, as she harvested the first wee fruits of the season. An image showed up in the chat window. It was her from mid-chest up. She later told me that she moved her shirt and straps off her shoulders, for effect.  It was an irrisistable effect! Though I could not see her breasts, it looked to me that she was not wearing anything. She had a coy smile. She held her palm flat, and resting there were two small berries. The photo was delicious in so many ways! Clever as she was, she may have known what my mind was doing with the image.  Those two red succulent morsels evoked, in my mind, nipples, excited and engorged, perfect for all manner of play with lips, tongue, and teeth. She clearly knew what she was doing to my psyche, helpless under her expert manipulation. Though our communication was written, and the literal context was forced casual, the chat that followed was dripping with sensuality. My member was free of constraint and at attention. My hands, skillfully stimulating the area. She relayed that was anticipating eating her small harvest, when I suggested that strawberries go really well with cream.  She responded with sultry agreement. I said I could give her some if she would like. She said she would like that very much. She placed the sumptuous red fruits on her tongue, and waited, mouth open, for my promised cream.  I assured her it was coming right up! The wait was ever so brief. With her imagery, I was easily pushed over the edge. After a quick recovery and clean up (I was prepared), I said, “there you go, I hope you like it.”  She purred back that it was delicious. Warm and salty. She did also report that the berries were quite yummy.  I wonder if she got more berries from those plants, and if she thought about having cream as she ate them...