Finger Food

I head back upstairs with my cock barely in my silk pajama shorts. The single button at the fly straining to keep me contained as I walk carefully to keep it in place. I slowly walk into the dining room and see Kelly setting plates out, Sarah in her chair, and Poppy just sitting down. I can't under the table but on top she has a forest green demi bra with sheer lace barely covering her small breasts.

All three women look at me wearing the shorts and a nervous smile. Kelly over my mostly naked body, her eyes lingering on my almost exposed cock, "Well, I guess you do know how to dress for dinner." She says begrudgingly. "It must be our good influence on you." She sits up straight and thrusts her considerable chest out. "Dinner is lettuce wraps. Everything is on the table so serve yourselves." She points to the pile of lettuce leaves and several large bowls with serving spoons in them.

Kelly is at the head of the table flanked by her daughters. I take my usual seat next to Sarah and set Mella on the table as I sit down. Nobody else pays any attention to her as she starts wandering across the table, "Ooh! Don't her huge boobs look great in that white lace. And the red lacey thing over there! A bit of a tug and that is coming right off her breasts. This green looks great on her. You should come over here, you can totally see her nipples through the lace!" She bends over the table edge, "Wow! You are going to love it when this little hottie stands up! Ha ha ha ha! Your face is hilarious!"

The running commentary is slightly distracting but even more than that is the sight of all three of them bending over to fill their plates. I don't really know where to look as barely covered lace clad cleavage is all in front of me. I mechanically assemble my lettuce wraps while trying, and failing, to not be too obvious about staring at them. Amazingly none of them seem to mind so I stop hiding it.

The food is great so we all get silent eating our first few bites. Lettuce wraps are great finger food but sometimes a little messy. I notice Kelly spills a bit of sauce on her wrist and instead of wiping it off with a napkin she licks it off. Now that is something new, she is usually very neat. When she does it again I figure it can't be a fluke, "Mella, what did you do?" I ask before I can stop myself. The women don't respond at all and Mella just shrugs, "Can't tell. You figure it out." While staring around at the women as well.

As I am eating and mulling things over Sarah gets a little sauce dribbling down her wrist. She imperiously sticks it in front of me, "Clean me of." She waves her arm causing her large breasts to jiggle under the red lace. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

I cautiously grab her forearm and lick and suck the sauce off her wrist. As I pull my face away she looks at her arm, "Looks clean. Thanks." Huh, that's even weirder. Let's see if I can figure something out.

I carefully take another small spoonfull of filling and deliberately drop a tiny bit of sauce on Sarah's hand. "Ugh, this food can be so messy." She doesn't blame me at all, which is not her usual character. "Clean me again." She sticks her hand in front of me.

I give it a quick lick, leaving a bit of sauce on her skin. She looks at it quickly before nonchalantly thrusting it back towards me. I lick her wrist for about a minute and let my hand drift up her arm amd brush the side of her breast with my knuckles to see how far I could push things. When I pull my mouth away she looks at her wrist again the same way with the same nonchalant reaction before going back to eating.

Poppy got a bit of sauce on her hand too and she stands up to reach across the table with her small but fantastic cleavage on display. I dutifully clean her off too while staring at her pushed up breasts and her nipples poking through the green lace. I reach out and gently caress the smooth skin of the top of her breast and feel a hard little nipple through the sheer mesh. Mella is directly under her chest, "Oooh, so tempting! You need to start having more fun so I can start having fun. More than watching them and your silly faces."

I am still trying to figure out what exactly is going on when I take a big bite and spill some sauce on my own wrist. Poppy jumps up and heads around the table to stand next to my seat, "I'll take care of that." She grabs my arm and pulls my hand towards her. While she licks me clean I notice why Mella said I would like her outfit.

To match her sheer bra Poppy has on a matching green garter and stocking set with an incredibly small G-string on over them. It looks like maybe a two inch triangle of sheer green material that barely obscures her smooth lips. I look up her whole sexy body as she cleans my hand by taking my finger in her mouth one at a time and bobbing up and down a few times while licking and sucking. I reach over to caress her side and hip with no reaction.

She slowly pulls off the last finger sucking hard. Her hollowed cheeks pop off and I reflexively grab a bit of her bare butt. My cock has been fully hard through all of dinner and it twitches at the same time. This is the last straw and the tiny button pops open. There is a soft thunk of my cock springing free and hitting the underside of the table.

From the silence and stares everybody heard that.