THE HOLIDAY FEAST
©  1999 shadowJewel

Thanksgiving was only a couple days away, and Lancey was preparing the holiday feast for just herself and Dave.  Both of them had not family to speak of and they were all miles away.  So the two of them had decided to spend the holiday together. . . kind of friends taking care of each other on those days when it’s tough to be alone.  And Lancey wanted to make this a holiday meal Dave would never forget.

Dave arrived at Lancey’s apartment early Thanksgiving morning.  She lived out on the bluffs east of town and it was primarily a building of young adults who went home for the holidays to eldering parents.  In fact, there was no one on either side of Lancey’s apartment this day.  The holiday smells filled the apartment.   Dave could smell the pumpkin pie smells of his childhood.  He could almost taste the dryness of the dressing and the cool smooth crispness of the cranberry sauce.   But he just couldn’t seem to see any of the preparations.  Obviously Lancey had done the preparation before he arrived and was going to surprise him.

Little did he know.  About the time the holiday football games started, Lancey brought out a tray of chips and dips.  But she refused to let Dave touch them.   She allowed him to watch the games, but as he was watching, he felt her remove his shirt and the smooth coolness of a dill dip being spread across his back.  At first he jumped and began to protest.  But as soon as he started, he felt the warmth of Lancey’s tongue slide across the hollow between his shoulders.  A little kinky, he thought, but if it turns her on, what the hey?  And besides, it didn’t feel too bad.  In fact, he could feel the tingle of the beginnings of an erection taking place.

Dave’s attention returned to the games.  He was vaguely aware of Lancey moving about him.  From time to time he absent mindedly partook of the munchies offered by Lancey as she hand fed him.  Little did he realize at the time that the incredibly sexy feeling across his shoulder blades was that of the chips slicing off the dip fed him.  All he knew was that he was watching the game, feeling rather relaxed, enjoying the sensations she was providing him.  He was having a good time.   Only little by little did he realize that the tingling of an erection was growing into a raging hardness.

Lancey had licked clean the back area where she had spread the dill dip.   She had moved to the second course of the meal.  Cool “Whipped Surprise” had been spread across Dave’s chest.  Lancey finally looked Dave in the eyes and simply said. “salad course.”  At this point she began to lick the creamy “salad” from Dave’s chest.  From time to time she would slide her hand across his pecs, circle the nipples, bring forth a finger laden with the sweetness, and slide her finger into his mouth for him to suck clean.  The course lasted what seemed forever.  Dave completely forgot the game and concentrated on the dinner that Lancey was providing him.

The main course was laid on Dave’s rock hard abs.  Dressing with little pieces of breast embedded in it was slathered across his stomach and drenched in gravy.  The pungent scent of sage permeated the air as Lancey bent over him and feasted on the table laid before her.  All through the meal Dave was fed by Lancey.   Sometimes he was allowed to lick the food from her hands.  Always she licked downward toward the erection that was painfully large by this time.  Every time he would try to touch it, Lancey would push back his hands, straddle his chest, and proceed to lick further down toward the pain he felt growing.

Finally Dave felt a cooling sensation on his burning erection.  The cool, cool cranberry sauce covered it from top to bottom.  Slowly, painfully slowly, Lancey took the erection into her mouth and began to lick off the cooling sauce.  By the time she had slithered her tongue down the top of his hard cock to the sensitive spot between his balls.  Each stroke of her tongue and the suction of her mouth made the hardness more unbearable.  Until, finally, Dave erupted, spurting his sauce into the meal that Lancey had enjoyed.

“Now, Darling,” she smiled.  “How do you feel about a little dessert?  There’s pie and whipped cream.”

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