Virginia’s Luxurious Evening

Virginia truly enjoyed the taste of cum, her own and that of all with whom she was intimate. She anticipated the sensation of her orgasm with its cream spilling over her crown and coursing down over her fingers. She would slowly and with sensual deliberateness raise her sticky fingers to her mouth and savor the product of her body. Then she would slide her hand up and down her shaft, reveling in the frictionless glide of hand over rigid cock, allowing herself to be aroused again not by physical sensation but by thoughts of her stickiness and the pleasure of repeating this process in an hour or two.

Her thoughts drifted back over the past two months, stopping at the night she and her mother had dated Marla’s friend Jason. They’d settled into a booth at Mason’s Texas Grill after a lengthy wait and a fruit basket turn-over experience wading through the dense crowd to get there. In order to avoid the traffic in their aisle, Virginia slid into the booth first, followed by Jason. Marla sat on the other side, concealing a wink as she arranged herself on the seat.

They ordered, then lost themselves in conversation before the order arrived. Her mother was obviously aroused at what Virginia was wearing, for Marla kept staring at the unfastened blouse her daughter had selected for the evening. When she absently crossed her arms before her, her breasts swelled from the cranberry blouse. Jason followed Marla’s stare and could not help gazing himself.

Virginia at first was unaware of just what was occurring. Her mother darted her tongue out and withdrew it quickly, their silent signal that one had aroused the other. Jason was partially kidding around when he made an artificial gasp and fixed his eyes on Virginia’s cleavage. When Virginia turned her face toward him the two were closer than each thought. They were staring at each other about four inches apart.

While Virginia was still frozen with surprise, Jason had moved closer and very slowly, very deliberately kissed her. His touch was tender and unassuming. Much to her surprise, her mother had said, “Do it again, do it again!”