I guided her to her feet and kissed her, which she returned, and then I continued kissing my way down her neck. I started unbuttoning her shirt, getting it off her with her help, followed quickly by her bra.
Suddenly inspired by the image I had when I first saw her, I took a handful of the cake and carefully smeared it over her bare chest. She gasped but didn’t object and held still while I lowered my head and cleaned every speck of her beautiful chest with my mouth and tongue, paying particular attention to her nipples, also being very careful with my teeth.
I swirled her nipple around with my tongue while lightly pinching the other one. Then I switched. Both of her nipples were so hard and pointy.
“My turn,” she said softly, taking her own handful of the smiley face cake and smearing it with a professional level of skill on my cock.
It would be humorous, if I weren’t so fucking turned on.
When she was done, she licked the rest sensually from her hand and got down on her knees and licked the cake off my cock with her tongue, dropping her mouth onto my cock and sucking hard until I just couldn’t take it anymore. I liked to remain in control and in charge, but I needed to have her, right now.
“Take off your pants,” I said.
Without hesitation, she obeyed, taking off her shoes first and then stripping off her pants, followed quickly by her panties, leaving her naked before me. Taking her by the shoulders, I sat her back down on her chairs and gently opened her legs.
Her pussy was so tight, pretty and pink I could hardly believe it. I took a moment to just look and appreciate its beauty.
Taking more cake, I carefully spread it over her pussy, covering the whole thing before cleaning it all off, idling just my tongue, my hands pressing against her bare knees. Sally literately grabbed the back of my head and screamed as I licked her clean.
When the cake was gone, I kept going until she had cum, her body convulsing with pleasure, collapsing back against the chair.
I trailed my way up to her mouth and kissed her again, Sally welcoming me with great affection, jamming her tongue hard into my mouth. We kissed passionately as she stroked my cock and I fingered her pussy until we both came again, looking into each other’s eyes as we did so.
Sucking her juice from my fingers after wiping my cum from her belly and licking her hand clean, I stood her up and she bent herself over the table and spread her pussy with her hands.
Putting on the condom I had put in my jeans pocket just in case things went as well as I had hoped – and they most definitely were – I pressed my hand against the small of her back as I stroked the head of my cock against her tender little pussy lips before sliding inside her.
“Oh God! You’re so big!” Sally said as I entered her tight little pussy.
“You okay, baby?” I asked.
“Yeah, just go slow, okay?”
“Of course,” I assured her.
Careful not to hurt her, I moved slowly in and out of Sally’s tight, wet pussy. She seemed to feel every inch of my cock as it ebbed and flowed in and out of her, Sally moving with me, moving her hips back and forth to meet my thrusts.
She moaned loudly with each one, my cock filling her up entirely. I kept fucking her, minding how hard I went, when I felt the condom break just as I started to cum.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, after my involuntary grunt of pleasure.
“What?” she asked, sounding concerned.
“Damn condom broke!”
How long had I had that thing in my wallet?
I must have been going through a longer dry spell than I’d thought.
“It okay, I’m on the Pill,” Sally said.
Well, that was a relief.
“And I get tested when I go in for my Pill appointments, and I don’t have anything,” she said.
“Okay. Me neither.”
I had gotten tested after Jessa had cheated on me. Luckily I hadn’t gotten anything.
I pulled out and then I turned and held onto her, sitting a bit awkwardly in the chair, Sally straddling my lap. We kissed tenderly. I wasn’t usually the kissing kind, but I made an exception and it felt great.
“Feels like my birthday,” I said.
“Because of the cake?” she asked.
“Partly,” I said.
“That good, huh?” she teased.
“Absolutely,” I confirmed.
“Really?” she asked.
“Oh, yes.”
“So, it wasn’t your birthday? You really did just have a random woman call up and order the smiley face cake here for no reason?”
“Wrong,” I told her. “It was my sister, not a random woman. And it was for a very good reason – to get your hot ass over here. But even if it wasn’t, who cares? Sometimes you just feel like ordering a smiley face cake for no reason. What’s wrong with that?”