Get swept up by the logic of events...

You continue to lick the butter off of Liz’s chest, and you can feel her hands smearing chocolate all over your abdomen. She finally reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, and then pulls the straps down and yanks it off. She pushes you back, giving herself a good look at your torso. The intensity of her stare makes you want to push her down and start licking her all over, but you let her keep you at arm’s length for a moment. She takes a hand full of melted chocolate and smears a great big glob of it down the center of your chest, between your breasts trailing all the way down to the top of your jeans. Then she smears another glob on to your right breast, and spreads it around so that most of your white, untanned flesh is covered in chocolate.

Liz puts her hands on your hips, raises you up on to the counter, and lays you down. She then crawls up on top of you and starts licking away at your breast. Every few seconds, as she’s licking you feel a shiver go through her body, and you can feel the warmth of her crotch on your leg. After a little while, you pull her up so that you can lick at her chest for a little while. Crestfallen, you realize that you’re almost out of butter to lick off of her. So, you slide out from under her and grab another cup of melted butter. Pushing Liz around so that she’s lying on her back you pour the butter over her chest and stomach, smearing it everywhere. Standing over her, you proceed to wildly lick all over her torso, and then, inevitably, you spread a little bit just under her jeans so that you’re “****” to unbutton them and undo the zipper so that you can get to the butter.

You were too far gone with lust and desire for tasting that you couldn’t have thought of it, but on some level you must have been aware of what would happen. As you started to lick over the top of her pelvis, you could feel the warmth in your groin turn to outright pleasure. You don’t hesitate to keep pushing her jeans and panties down her legs. You take a little butter and pour it over her slit and start licking it, causing explosions of pleasure in your own body.

Without taking your mouth from Liz’s pussy, you shimmy out of your own jeans and climb up on the the counter so that your own pussy is hovering over Liz’s head. You feel her hand smearing chocolate over your lips, and then feel the slight pressure as she starts licking.

In practically no time at all, Ms. Winkle’s chips have you and Liz in “69” position, lapping melted butter and chocolate from each other’s lips with happy abandon