Wine, Chocolates, and a Little More with Helen

The knock on the door comes only moments after you’ve finished tidying everything up and put on a fresh shirt. You pull it open, to reveal Helen, dressed in her finest, a lovely soft yellow gown that wouldn’t look out of place at a swanky Hamptons soiree.

“Lovely to see you, my dear Alex,” she says, curtsying slightly. “It’s been quite the day, and I have been looking forward to the wine and chocolates for a good many hours now.” She winks at your shocked expression, and drops the haughty facade, almost stumbling into the room over her heels. You catch her, and she rests there for a moment, head against your shoulders, before she rights herself.

“Hmm… should I lay off the wine? Nahh,” she says, looking around the room. “And I see you’ve busted out the good stuff for me! I like your taste.”

Thank God Emma knows her stuff, you think to yourself, shutting the door. “Oh, it’s nothing,” you say. “Want a glass?”

“If it wouldn’t bother the sir too much,” she responds, taking a seat on your bed. You sit on the chair by your desk, turning it to face her. You open up the bottle and pour a glass for her, the dark liquid tumbling out in a hearty stream before you twist it off. She picks it up, swirling it around, and breathes in.

“This one is promising,” she says. She’s about to take a sip, when she catches herself, eyeing the box of chocolates instead. “But I’ll wait for the main course before consuming.”

You open up the box and pass it over to her. She carefully selects one and nibbles on it, closing her eyes.

“Delicious, simply sublime,” she says, putting on airs again.

“Just the right bitter notes,” you concur, biting into your own piece.

“And the wine… the citrus is zesty, it really balances out the palate.”

“Agreed, that is some firm structure. I have to say, it really is a powerhouse… kind of like my mitochondria.”

Helen almost sprays the wine out of her mouth at the comment, and she sets down the glass. “Fuck you,” she laughs, “that was so weak.”

“No, it was powerful,” you insist. “Kind of like my mitochondria.”

“Goddamnit,” she says, the corners of her eyes creasing in amusement. She finishes off the rest of another chocolate, licking her fingers afterwards. She does it slowly, sucking off the remainder of the sweet with an erotic air. You watch her as she does so, and she meets your eye, fully aware of what she’s doing.

“You know what else I hear pairs well with chocolate?” You speak in a slow, low, voice, making it clear that you’re insinuating something.

“What is it?” Helen leans forward, playing along.

“Skin,” you say. “You eat the chocolate off of bare skin, and well… the two were made for each other.”

“Really?” Helen asks, sliding fully onto the bed. With a lazy hand, she snags a piece of chocolate and twirls it around her finger. “Shall we give it a test?”

“Pick a spot for the chocolate then,” you say, trying to keep the goofy smile from spreading across your face. Is this really going to work?

She places one on her exposed shoulder, laying on your bed, looking over at you, daring you. You slide up to your bed, drinking in her slim body spread before you, and you lean down, letting your hot breath linger on her shoulder-blade. With a slow, deliberate motion, you run your tongue in a line up her arm leading to the dark chocolate, and you use your teeth to bite the chocolate. It disappears in your mouth after a second, the sudden sweetness mixing with the slight saltiness of her skin. There’s a small bit leftover, and you lick it up slowly, looking up into her eyes as you do so. She shivers slightly, seeming to enjoy it.

“So it works then,” she breathes lightly. “I think it’s your turn to let me try.”

“Gladly,” you respond, and you join her on the bed, laying next to her. You delicately place a chocolate under your shirt, keeping it on the flat of your stomach, and watch as she hungrily eyes you up.

She pulls off your shirt, accidentally taking the chocolate with it, and you laugh, placing it back on your stomach, but her hand covers yours.

“I think it was a little lower,” she says.

“Oh?” you ask, and she nods, biting her lip. Fuck, she looks hot when she does that.

You let her pick up the chocolate, and then she pulls up your waistbands, placing the chocolate right at the base of your cock.

“Looks like these are going to have to go to,” she says, and together, you get rid of the rest of your clothes.

She extends a pink tongue out and swirls it across your semi, leaving a thin trail of saliva across the sensitive skin. Over the course of a few seconds, she draws tantalisingly close to the chocolate, until the tip of her tongue is brushing against the confection. With delicate precision, she manages to scoop up the chocolate onto her tongue, and the treat disappears into her mouth. Your cock twitches in response to some **** unknown, and she leans down, treating it to a half-dozen kisses.

“My turn now,” she says, selecting a piece for herself. Her hand disappears down into a place under her dress, and your eyes light up.

“I like where this is going,” you say, approaching the bottom of her dress, but Helen blocks you, shaking her head.

“The dress goes off first, we can’t get that dirty,” she says, and you half straddle her, reaching for her back to undo the zipper. The dress flies off the top, landing in a pile on the ground, and she’s left in her bra and panties. There’s no sign of the chocolate, meaning that it’s tucked down in those panties of hers.

When the light frills fall to the floor too, your intuition is confirmed, and you get to work, your tongue lapping up the juices from the edges of her cunt, delicately brushing against the chocolate that’s nestled right against her folds. The chocolate lends her juices a kind of sweetness that you’ve never had the pleasure of tasting before, and there’s something about the taste here that’s simply heavenly.

You feel her shifting under you, adjusting herself until her mouth gains access to your cock. She begins to blow you with gusto, while you eat up the chocolate, slick with her essence. It melts in your mouth, releasing a cavalcade of flavors, salty and sweet, and you begin the attack on her pussy too.

The 69ing lasts a good many minutes, the two of you primed for oral action. Helen blows you with a technique that can only be called inspired, making sure to regularly fondle and suck your balls, while you go on a quest for her g-spot, seeking it out with a dogged determination. Your tongue ranges across the extent of her pussy, steady strokes pushing into new territory with each pass, but it’s to no avail.

She cums while you’re still on the hunt for that elusive spot, and her hands suddenly start working your shaft all the more vigorously, rapidly bringing you to climax too. The two of you lay panting on the bed for a minute, exhausted, when eventually Helen manages a word.

“Chandelier…”

“What?”

“Not swanky enough,” she says, sounding a little discombobulated. Then, she laughs a little to herself, and looks up at you with far-off eyes. “Oh nevermind it. Today was a rough day, and shit I needed this.”

“What’s up?” you ask, unsure of where this pillow talk is going.

“Nothing, nothing, just family drama,” she shrugs. She pauses, and then something comes to her mind. “So, uh… tell me more about this hospital thing you just went through.”

“Sure,” you say, and you tell her a little more about all that’s transpired—leaving out the bits about how hot you think Janet is, of course. The conversation flows freely from there, the two of you lying on the bed facing one another, and before you know it, nearly an hour passes, and Helen bids you farewell.

The scent of her perfume lingers in the air after she leaves, and you shut your eyes, relaxing for a moment, before the rumbling of your stomach takes you back to the present. Shit, you’re hungry, and you need to get food in your system.

Helen +15