The fog veiled the dreamy skyline of the city. Carmen opened the curtains to let in the remaining opal light. She was deciding on what to wear to dinner at Murasaki’s. The restaurant was one of the finest in San Francisco. Her two friends in culinary school, Jo and her fiancée Kizuki, had invited her to join them that evening. With them, she could share her passion for food and many sensual delights, such as the texture of a sauce and a variety of cuisines.
Jo was her closest friend since elementary school. Carmen had always wanted to be as sensually open and brave as Jo, but she was always the shy type. The kitchen was the only place that Carmen felt uninhibited. Jo had talked to Carmen about her sexual affairs with women, her explorations with threesomes, and foursomes. Carmen, on the other hand, listened to all of Jo’s explorations, while having only two boyfriends in her entire twenty-nine years.
She stood in front of her closet, and chose the plum-colored skirt. The black top she found in a vintage shop went with it. It was a fine lace that gathered to one side in a slip off her shoulder. The brassiere underneath was also black lace, revealing a hint of her pale skin. She was blonde naturally. Her mother was a dark-haired Spanish beauty with green eyes that Carmen inherited. She decided to wear contact lenses tonight, and not her usual glasses. She didn’t dress up often.
The vanilla bath oil perfumed the hot bath water. She bought it during her last trip to France. The sugary enveloping scent made her think of rum-soaked vanilla beans. Vanilla. The flowery, rich flavor of crème brulee and anglaise. Soaking in the tub, thinking of the class review: the cuisine of Malaysia. All the spices, the noodles, rice dishes, and curries. The dark, pungent bricks of “blachan” or shrimp paste, the golden aroma of cumin, musky pods of tamarind, fiery chilies, and hard, golden disks of palm sugar; they all seemed so exotic.
Her phone rang. It must be Jo. She pulled the stopper out of the claw-foot tub, feeling all of the warm water drain away like a colander. Quickly wrapped in a towel, she pressed the button on her cell phone. On the voicemail, Kizuki’s caramel tone.
“Carmen, it’s me… we’ll see you around eight or so… the reservation is set, but don’t worry if you are a little late. Oh, and we have a few friends joining us tonight, so…”
There was the sound of Jo in the background, giggling. The message continued, “…we’ll see you soon.” The message clicked off.
With her skin still rosy from the steaming bath, she stepped into her Italian lace panties. The scalloped lace fit beautifully around the curve of her hips. She painted a slick smear of sticky plum gloss on her full lips, to compliment her skirt, the color of ripe berries soaked in cognac.
Murasaki’s was an elegant place, serving sushi, sashimi, and gourmet Japanese delicacies. Kizuki, born in Japan, would give her a native’s introduction during their dining experience tonight. He was already showing great talent as a chef. Carmen admired his hands when he used his knives, so skillfully, handling vegetables, spices, meats, and dough, with such tenderness. Sometimes, she fantasized about him touching her. His hands. She loved to watch him during class. When alone in her bed, she imagined his beautiful hands until she surrendered to her own. She wondered if Jo would eventually confide in her about Kizuki’s artful touch. Jo had not mentioned a word about her sex life with Kizuki. Not yet. She could only imagine. Maybe Jo was becoming monogamous, for once? Carmen felt a little guilty about the fantasies she’s had about Kizuki, besides.
She caught a cab to the restaurant at eight that evening, and arrived at the entrance of Murasaki’s, a stone façade, simply designed with modern lines. The wide copper door pushed open. Stepping inside, her heels softly tapped on the polished wood floor. The Maitre‘d introduced himself as Nobu. He had anticipated her arrival. Nobu calmly asked if she was there to meet Kizuki’s private party in the washitsu, the tatami room.
“Yes, Kizuki Nagashima’s party.” Carmen said softly.
“This way, please.” Nobu gestured, guiding her through the maze of tables, past several dining rooms, all the way to the farthest corner, where the private washitsu rooms were. It was a simple narrow aisle of screened rooms. More private than the main dining areas. She noticed a collection of shoes by the aisle, and slipped her heels off.
Their table was hidden behind sliding shoji screens. Nobu slid the screen open, revealing a low, Japanese style dining table. There was Kizuki, Jo and two others, both very handsome men.
“Carmen,” Jo announced joyfully, her hazel eyes sparkling like champagne, “We’re glad you could come,” Jo’s eyes ran all over Carmen like melting butter. “Look at you, you look like a different person without your glasses, all dressed up! Let me introduce Kizuki’s cousin, Yoshi, and his friend, Andrew. Come, sit in between Yoshi and Andrew.” Jo patted the red pillow between the two men. The table was just the right size for all of them to sit intimately.
“Yoshi’s a second cousin,” Kizuki teased, “Don’t think we are that closely related, now.” Kizuki mused, pouring a cup of sake for Carmen. “Here, some sake. We just ordered the tuna tataki and the abalone with garlic sauce.”
“Oh, thanks for the glowing introduction, Kizuki,” Andrew laughed, “You don’t need to introduce me,” he teased. His good-natured smile showing a kind face, genuine. Gray dress shirt, black pants, refined wire-rimmed glasses framed his handsome face. Thick, neatly cut black hair. He smelled of warm spice, mingled with something that Carmen liked. She wanted to get closer to him.
Yoshi remained silent, although amused by the friendly repartee. Composed, and a little shy, he looked at Carmen for a moment. Yoshi drank slowly from his cup, noticing Carmen’s beauty before looking away.
Carmen savored the caress of sake upon her tongue. The private room was big enough to seat all of them comfortably. A sense of warmth filled her. She observed Jo’s unique beauty with familiar ease as she sat so close. On Carmen’s left side was Andrew.
“Since we are friends with the chef, we asked him to serve us omakase, chef’s choice.” Kizuki said graciously, always playing the host. He was leonine in nature, masculine. Carmen feasted her eyes momentarily upon Kizuki’s hands again. She pulled her focus away to her empty sake cup. Andrew, noticing this attentively, reached for the sake carafe to offer her some more. She nodded yes, saying the word, yes, ever so softly. How did she say yes when making love? She wanted to say it had been recently, but, since she broke up with Kevin, words felt plain, like bland toast. ‘Yes’ felt like an empty bowl of a word.
“Ah, omakase at Murasaki’s. We are dining tonight.” Andrew said with pleasure, pouring Carmen’s cup full with a clear stream of sake. He smiled, handing the cup to her. She felt something within her quiver unexpectedly. Along with this feeling came the sensation simmering through her, desire alive through her limbs, her belly, and her sex, everywhere.
“So, Jo and Kizuki say you are quite a gifted chef. What’s your specialty?” Andrew began, looking at Carmen with a sincere expression. He watched her face, her pretty mouth, waiting.
“Well, let’s see, I love pastry. I’m not a bad saucier…you know, béarnaise, bordelaise, aioli, béchamel.” Carmen answered Andrew, a little hesitant, a bit embarrassed.
“Hmm. That sounds good. I wouldn’t know one from the other, in French cooking at least. My Korean mother made chili sauce, it’s called Kochujang,” He leaned in closer. “But I know how to make a good bulgogi,” he whispered mischievously.
His mouth appealed to her. She looked at the place where both his lips met, and imagined kissing him. She liked the sound of his voice. The tips of her fingers touched her sake cup. She noticed how close their hands were to one another’s.
“Well, yes, French cooking is what we began with, but now we are also learning more exotic things,” she replied. Did she want Andrew, so suddenly? This thought simmered within her like a pot of creamy soup, ready for tasting. She noticed his strong, slender body through his clothing. Her desire was now placed on a slow simmer.
Carmen looked downward. She was barefoot in thigh high nylons. It took some getting used to, being dressed for this occasion. Not her usual kitchen clogs and baggy chef’s attire. Even her face felt different. Her heavy glasses framed off her vision usually, but now, without them, she felt like a different woman. Liberated.
They had all taken their shoes off, the men wearing socks; Jo was also in a skirt, but without any nylons at all. Under the little Japanese table was an area to put your legs and feet. She noticed Kizuki’s hand in Jo’s lap through the visible space underneath the table. He was affectionately playing with the edge Jo’s black satin skirt, baring a sliver of her marzipan skin, caressing the inside of her leg, allowing his hand to wander upwards. Carmen was watching his fingers. Kizuki whispered something naughtily in Jo’s ear, and she giggled in response like a mischievous schoolgirl.
“Yoshi,” Jo coquettishly asked across the table, “are you still seeing Melissa?”
Yoshi looked at his sake cup. “Not lately.”
Jo’s expression was tender toward Yoshi. She wanted to see him enjoy the evening, given his tendency to brew over emotional things.
“I think you should meet a woman who knows how to cook, but that’s just my opinion.” Kizuki interjected. His eyes led Yoshi to believe he meant Carmen.
Yoshi smiled, brightening. “You’re probably right about that.” He watched Carmen through glances, her elegant profile, and graceful motions, so natural and pleasing. “All Melissa knew was how to heat up take-out. Even the rice. You’d think the girl could operate a rice cooker. It’s such a no-brainer! But she managed to burn the rice every time.”
Kizuki made a face by the mention of burned rice. He sipped his sake, and heartily went for more. Yoshi was lightening after the sake as well. Kizuki poured more into Yoshi’s cup. Kizuki leaned toward Yoshi as he poured, saying to him in confidence, “Carmen’s pretty delicious, I think. And she can cook.”
The shoji screen opened, and a waitress in a modernized kimono arrived, balancing a tray. The tuna tataki was placed upon the table along with a small black bowl of ponzu sauce. Square raku plates in place in front of them, as well as the ebony chopsticks with gold inlay, swaddled in cloth napkins. The tuna tataki was sumptuous, and as pink as the inside of a rose blossom. Yoshi’s face lit up at the sight; a look of longing peppered with a morsel of polite restraint. Eagerness dashed quickly across his face.
“The tuna tataki looks as delectable as a woman…” Yoshi declared lustfully, his virile expression spiced with the vision of the well-presented dish. Everyone laughed in amusement, and soon, Yoshi’s face nearly turned the color of his beloved tuna. He shook it off somehow, and laughed with everyone, even Carmen, who imagined Yoshi before a woman’s open sex, tasting her with uninhibited passion.
“Let’s taste her then,” laughed Kizuki, his chopsticks poised, taking some tuna for himself, drizzling the syrupy ponzu sauce upon the succulent fish with an expert motion. Carmen observed Kizuki’s hands with a craving. She glanced to Andrew, enjoying the tender taste of tuna on his tongue. When Carmen looked over at Yoshi, his eyes riveted with pleasure, as he tasted the tuna tataki. He ate with sensual satisfaction. She also noticed Andrew watching her with a glazed smile that felt like he returned her desire.
“Did you know that cooking and making love are the same?” Jo said openly, a sly smile. “It’s true. Do you know about Lea Bidault, one of the famous female chefs in Lyon, France? She was one of the Meres Lyonaises. She said something about that. Yes, she said cooking and making love both come from the desire to give pleasure.” Jo let the tuna melt on her tongue, only a dribble of ponzu, and then another slow taste to her painted mouth. Carmen wondered what Jo’s tongue tasted like. Would she want to kiss her with the essence of tuna tataki? Carmen had never kissed a woman.
“Everyone enjoys pleasure here,” Kizuki mused. “It’s a good thing we are all enjoying this banquet together.” He teased, leaning close to Jo, kissing her lips lightly. After a few staccato kisses, their kiss became more passionate.
“Orgiastic banquet at that,” sighed Jo in between kisses.
“Must be the taste of that ‘delectable woman’ that makes them kiss like that,” said Andrew, taunting Yoshi for his tuna outcry.
Andrew gave Carmen a sly gaze.
“Yes, delectable women are certainly my most favorite dish,” Kizuki glazed over the subject like a brush of flavorful demi-glace on an entrée. “Jo and I were reading somewhere about how banquets became orgies,” he said with a suggestive grin. “Somewhere we read that, right?” he nestled his chopsticks into the pink of his tuna. Jo looked flushed. “In that book you just bought about the history of sensuality, was it?”
Jo trembled with heat, her oval face blooming with a flush of cherry pink. “Oh, yeah,” Jo gushed floridly. “The orgies of Rome were elaborate. Can you imagine? Dining and sexual abandon, it was completely wild. Does that ever happen these days?” Jo slipped her chopsticks into her mouth languidly, taking in the delicate flavors.
Carmen felt her body soften like a poached pear in brandy. Syrupy and sticky with desire, she ate the tender fish and sipped her sake, wondering. She had read about orgies, dreamt about sex in little private rooms, like an orgy she read about in Italy, imagining it might happen someday.
Next to arrive was a plate of musky, slippery lotus sprouts dressed lightly in rice vinegar; tiny abalone in a garlic sauce; warm sea urchin roe set upon pickled shiso leaves and broiled sweet shrimp. The screen shut closed for their privacy after each delivered plate, by the magical hands of the server that appeared through the shoji screen, delivering platefuls of heavenly food.
Kizuki plucked a bite from the large platter first.
With the tips of his sticks, his long fingers controlling the motion, he placed an abalone upon the ivory inside of Jo’s arm. He lifted her arm to his lips, looking into her eyes solidly, and tasted it off of her skin. The combination of sharpness and sea-sweetness filled his mouth. The sensual tasting on Jo’s skin made her shudder and wriggle. Carmen could barely manage the dizzying volume rising within her like warm dough in a hot kitchen as she watched this.
Andrew noticed Carmen study Kizuki and Jo. He then decidedly took an abalone, which dripped from the firm clutch of his pointed sticks.
“May I see your hand?” Andrew asked Carmen. She, with a little hesitation, held her hand out, cupping it slightly, her palm facing upwards. Andrew set the tiny abalone inside the bowl of her moist hand. With his warm hand cupping hers, he lifted it to his mouth, eating the white-fleshed abalone out of her naked palm. The tickling sensation was so arousing, she flushed, her breathing quickened, her mouth open slightly, as Kizuki, Jo, and Yoshi admired the scene. The scent of the fresh ocean, of Andrew’s skin, spicy and warm, feeling the light-as-meringue thrill of his mouth on the center of her palm, made her dissolve like caramelized sugar in a hot pan. She could barely breathe.
“May I?” Yoshi asked, as he took her other hand. With another sauce-laden pearly abalone, Yoshi placed it also in her palm, to taste. The sensation of both men tasting abalone out of her hands made her body rise like a soufflé in an oven of heat. Kizuki and Jo watched Carmen, her black lace top slipping further off of her shoulders. Kizuki slipped his fingers underneath Jo’s skirt, feeling her slick oyster wetness on his fingers.
Kizuki then kissed Jo again, while Andrew and Yoshi made a delicate banquet from Carmen’s hands.
Carmen stopped Andrew for a moment, pausing, with her chopsticks, selecting a bite for herself from the platter. She placed it in Andrew’s hand, and with her eyes locked on his, savored the saline and velvety abalone upon his palm.
Kizuki dipped his fingers into the lake of ponzu sauce, the fingers he touched Jo with, dabbed them into the urchin roe, and reached over to Carmen, offering to place a taste in her mouth. Carmen, after tasting the abalone from Andrew’s hand, looked up at Kizuki’s erect fingers, and wrapped her mouth around them.
The feeling of Kizuki’s fingers in her mouth was intense for Carmen. Her entire body coursed in electric waves of tingling sensations, savoring even the tips of his two fingers with her tongue.
Jo watched this in delight. Jo, leaning close to Kizuki, lifted her own skirt with a slow hand, her fingers searching underneath, feeling the damp heat of her pussy.
Jo sighed, “I have always wanted to taste you, Carmen.” Kizuki squeezed Jo’s hand. “I never mentioned because, well, we’ve been friends for so long. I wouldn’t want to lose you, or change our friendship. But…”
Carmen felt Jo’s hesitant admission was, in a way, helping her open up, sensually. She also felt attracted to Jo, and was also afraid of it.
“I’ve always admired your wildness, even when we were kids. It’s okay, you’re still my friend. I need to explore… it’s time.” Carmen felt the sake melting her, allowing her to say this. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you too, Jo. I mean, well.” She was blushing. She wanted to say more. She wanted to say she fantasized about Kizuki. Both of them. She wanted to say everything.
“When our main courses arrive, perhaps we all might enjoy a little taste of that delectable Carmen as well?” Kizuki suggested amorously to Jo. Andrew and Yoshi, each holding Carmen’s hands, continued to kiss and taste from her palms. With each lick and slide of their tongues, they tasted the last mouthfuls.
Kizuki slid the screen slightly open, asking a waitress for another round of sake. “Hokusetsu onegaishimasu?” he asked the waitress. It was his favorite kind of sake. The screen slid shut with a push from Kizuki’s fingers, those fingers that Carmen dreamt of. Hands that held things like a basket of red and green chilies as if handling a basket of rubies and emeralds. Every motion was with adept care. In the day during class, Kizuki handled pink shrimp like a woman’s toes, fingered through ramekins of golden spices with the care of a lover, and tasted a Béchamel sauce with a dip of his finger ever so adoringly. Carmen’s excitement grew, as she knew how close he was, and more importantly, how close his hands were. The taste of his fingers still lingered on her tongue.
Andrew’s mouth looked different to Carmen now, delectable like a halved fruit. He wanted to kiss her, but it seemed he was waiting, making a rich reduction of her liquid desire. Concentrating the moment so, Andrew turned her hand in his, and then away, as he gracefully searched his way under her skirt, and traced her thigh with his index finger. Soon he made his way under the lace of her panties, his fingers grazing her moist sex. Arousal was rising within Carmen; the wide cloth napkins covered the obvious, so that when the waitress arrived with more sake, it looked as if nothing was taking place. Mystery.
The sake tasted especially good. Then the arrival of the next course: swirls of squid pasta in a creamy sauce, and a glistening Chilean sea bass in truffles. The screen shut again. They inhaled the fragrance of the meal before them. Andrew’s fingers slipped furtively along her clitoris, secretively under the cloth napkin, her skirt, her lace panties. He circled and teased, tempting to slide them inside of her. She was swollen there, feeling her body give over to the sensation. Carmen oozed with arousal while Kizuki spooled the inky coils of pasta upon his plate, smiling like a pirate at her.
Yoshi deftly sunk his sticks into the fish, halving a small island of white flesh for himself. As he reached for the fish, Carmen willingly held her arm out. His eyes met hers in sensuous acknowledgement. He placed the portion of warm, white fish upon her wrist, and ate it, little by little, off of her.
Andrew delicately felt Carmen’s sex, so hot, glossy with a honeyed texture. He sighed, eyes closed, longing for her. It was becoming obvious to everyone now. His own cock was hard like the firm flesh of a sea cucumber. She offered her other arm to him, as he managed to choose a bite with his one hand, placing a bite of earthy truffle and buttery fish upon her arm to taste. Andrew’s mouth tasted the inside of her arm as if kissing her mouth, while thrusting his fingers inside her deeply, slowly. Carmen leaned on Yoshi, spreading her legs more openly, deciding that she was going to give herself over to these two handsome men tonight.
Jo coyly unzipped Kizuki’s pants, and held his firm, hard sex in her hand. She carefully tasted a mouthful of inky pasta, sucking it in with relish. Her hand still on Kizuki, she then whispered to him, telling him to stand. With a finger, she dipped into the truffle cream, and smeared it all over Kizuki’s erect cock. Delightfully she inhaled his fragrance mingled with the smoky infusion of truffles. She closed her mouth upon him, with everyone watching. Her mouth tasted Kizuki’s cock like a connoisseur– a long slow taste to the end of his mushroom-shaped tip, and then, repeating this, again and again.
Her hunger for his cock was intense and beautiful; the slow and erotic way she took him into her mouth, felt the velvety shape of him with her tongue, each ridge and vein, like tasting one of the finest dishes on the menu. Jo loved Kizuki in a way that expressed itself through her handling of him. She kneaded his hips with her two hands, pulling him into her mouth, breathing in his musk, tasting the truffle cream and his sex, with the wonderful zest of love between them. Kizuki closed his eyes, lost, not caring if the others were watching.
Yoshi nibbled the sea bass with elation upon Carmen’s arm, and Andrew, tasting Carmen’s other arm, led his tongue upwards to her shoulder. He placed some truffle cream upon it with a finger, tasting there, as his other hand continued to touch her, lightly, barely, her clit caramelized by his touch, syrupy by a hot degree. Her orgasm flooded her entire being suddenly, the small room swirling, and all her senses heightened, her body lost in waves, and waves. The sight of Kizuki’s cock, Jo’s mouth upon it, the feel of Andrew’s fingers deep within her sex, his hot mouth on her shoulder, the flurry of Yoshi’s mouth on her arm, made her body surrender to the pleasure.
Kizuki came in a hot flood of cream inside Jo’s mouth. The room swelled with luxuriant abandon. They all laughed with a drunken happiness, as they poured more sake.
Yoshi wanted to try more of the sea bass in truffles. He moved closer to Carmen, asking if he could try it upon her bare foot. She offered her foot to him, after smoothly removing her stocking. Yoshi, with the care of a pastry student, spread a thick, warm daub of sauce upon her toes. His pretty lips seized her toes, tasting them in the utmost sensual fervor. Lips like the flesh of sweet hamachi.
Carmen leaned against Andrew now, kissing his mouth tenderly. She tasted the flavors of saline, sweet, and smoky upon his kiss. She felt Yoshi suckling her toes– the hot feeling of his eager mouth.
Jo and Kizuki kissed and fed one another, small bites of pasta and truffle-soaked fish. Andrew whispered to Carmen, saying that he wanted her, yet he would wait, take the time, to know her more, that it didn’t have to be now.
Andrew liked to allow his desire to froth into a cloud of foamy longing, willing to wait as no other men could bear to stand such things. It made the intensity of want even sweeter to him, when finally tasted.
They finished the meal, arranging themselves for the arrival of hot Sakura-Yu tea and dessert. Sakura tea was served for special occasions, and this occasion coincided with the beginning of spring. Cherries were brought to the table, nestled in a basket, and a dessert of chawan-mushi; an egg custard served in little tea tumblers for each of them.
Carmen dipped a small spoon into her custard, the flesh of cherry in between her teeth, sweet and tangy. Before she could taste hers, Andrew tasted a bite of his custard, and moved toward Carmen, kissing her mouth, blending the flavor of cherry and custard within their kiss.
Yoshi kissed the inside of Carmen’s bent leg, upward, ignoring his dessert entirely. The taste of her skin to his mouth was dessert enough. Jo whispered to Kizuki that she wanted to watch him pleasure Carmen, for dessert, with Yoshi.
Carmen’s desire for Kizuki made her willing for anything. If she could just bask in the sweetness of Kizuki’s hands for that instant, that slice of the evening would be the most delicious. But Kizuki, the fluent chef that he was, knew how to create the best for all. Making space on the table, he leaned over with his agile body, and slid his hands around Carmen’s waist, lifting her with his swift hands, placing her upon the low table. With those hands that Carmen melted for, he displayed her sex for Yoshi to taste. Carmen slid off her other stocking, and felt the heat of Kizuki’s hands caress her sex. His fingers then touched her around and upon her clitoris with such sensitivity, like a Chantilly crème upon a fresh raspberry; it was so light a touch. This touch made her pleasure foam as Yoshi’s mouth tasted her. Yoshi’s tongue tasted the saline and the sweet with each soft mouthful, Kizuki’s fingers touching the outside of her pussy so expertly.
“Umm, yes,” Jo sighed, “ Is it mignonette sauce, Yoshi? Or is it caviar?” she smiled, leaning into Kizuki, watching him touch Carmen. She then joined Yoshi, rubbing her ladyfingers along the swollen lips of Carmen’s pussy.
“A galette of candied plum.” Kizuki mused, watching Jo. Andrew grazed his mouth to Carmen’s thigh. Kizuki took over. He widened her thighs, and slid his fingers within Carmen’s juicy cunt. She was aching with pleasure, dizzy. A bubbling sigh came from her as she oozed over with another creamy orgasm.
“A sabayon, more like.” Jo breathed in satisfaction, kissing Kizuki fully with a passionate kiss. She felt sated, her layered eyes glancing at Carmen, then Kizuki. Jo’s eyes glimmered the color of a light Madeira wine, as she took in the sensual scene. Carmen’s pleasure drenched Kizuki’s hands. Jo tasted her wetness off those talented fingers.
Yoshi’s clear broth of male lust boiled within him. The vision of Jo and Kizuki together, excited from licking Carmen made him excruciatingly hard, nearly bursting from his jeans. He could not stand it any longer. Jo allowed Yoshi to taste Carmen more, as she settled nearer to Kizuki. Yoshi’s mouth tasted Carmen; upon her hand, her arm, her toes, and now, her creamy sex. The ache of his want was unbearable.
He wanted Carmen, but not here. He wanted her all to himself. He longed for Jo, but obviously, Kizuki would not maintain such fairness in this banquet. He decided he would not do anything then, but the taste of her was like nothing else. With Carmen’s black and violet lace pulled aside, it was a sexy garnish of a view, and it made Yoshi tremble like a thickening soubise. He looked up at her. Carmen considered the temperature of Yoshi’s face, and knew he needed some kind of attention. She pressed her bare foot into the rigid outline of his cock, which was throbbing against his buttoned jeans. He would come, just like that, as Carmen moved and pressed her foot against him in a ribbon of puréed satisfaction, stroking him like that, with the bottom of her foot feeling the hot flood of his pleasure through the fabric.
Andrew whispered into Carmen’s ear, yes, I want you, so beautiful, just like this. Then he kissed her mouth feverishly, his hands pulling her face close, fragrant with sex and food, the feast for them all.
With the cherries, custard and tea for dessert, they all felt a sweet elation. The hot flower of Sakura tea filled their mouths. Cherries burst in red juice upon their tongues. The spring night was fragrant with happiness. Everyone settled around the table with the hot tea, more cups of sake, intoxicated with pleasure.
Jo leaned nearest to Carmen, moving herself around the table so that she could touch her again. Carmen felt Jo touch her with aware fingers, the way a woman touches another woman. She smiled, feeling Jo’s soft breath on the inside of her neck, and said yes, a yes that she had wanted to say for awhile. They kissed slowly, light kisses on their painted mouths. The feminine, soft mouth of Jo’s felt intoxicating to Carmen; like tasting the ripest cherry on a summer day, not able to stop at one or two. Carmen, drunk from pleasure and sake, stretched upon the table, as Jo kissed her. The three men watched the two women kissing with fascination. Carmen relished the feel of Jo’s kiss while glancing at Kizuki. Kizuki sipped his tea, and watched the women kiss. Andrew caressed Carmen’s leg while sucking on a cherry. Yoshi massaged Carmen’s foot near his lap.
Jo touched Carmen underneath her rumpled skirt. She leaned in, her fingers sliding and circling over Carmen’s swollen clit, searching, teasing. Jo still so deftly touched her, a slight touch along the outside of her wet sex. “Carmen, I didn’t tell you about Kizuki before, because I wanted to share him with you,” she kissed her neck as she whispered near her ear, “let’s have more dinners like this.”
“Orgies, you mean?” Carmen laughed.
Kizuki’s hand reached for Jo. He pulled her back into her seated spot next to him. Carmen rearranged herself back into her place in between Andrew and Yoshi. Both men fed her cherries and poured her tea.
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