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She's been driving for hours, tired of so many miles behind the wheel and without stop. Finally she finds a place on the roadside where all the drivers can get a hot shower and some warm dinner. She parks the car right in front the entrance, takes her purse and walks in. It's not her intention to make all the costumers and workers turn around to see her, but is difficult not to do it when she is the only woman inside the Diner. Everyone, except for you, look at her trying to take off with their eyes and imagination her tight, revealing clothes.

You are at the round bar reading the news paper and trying to forget about your life. Three places away from you is an empty spot where she decides to sit. The attendant gives her the menu and a small laminated paper with the complete meal packs; the waitress now serves coffee to the guy next to you and both whisper some nasty words about her. It's not until this moment that you lift your eyes from the paper and stare looking at her.

She is not that gorgeous, you think, but being the only girl around seems like a queen to all. She asks for the ladies room and while she walks crossing the room, you can't avoid to follow her hips and legs with your eyes.

Yes, she is a cup cake, just as the old guy next to you said. Those shorts give a rounder shape to the great ass that God gave her. The globes swing from side to side as she walks step by step, making you imagine how they will swing front and back directed by your hands. Just the thought makes you blush and you try to go back to your reading.

The men voices again fill the room with comments, laughs and lot's of noises not comprehensible to any ear, but the sound of her heels over the floor silence the voices. She returns to the room in the middle of a scary and exciting silence, knowing all eyes are directed to her, to her body, to her movement, to her swinging hips and to her bouncing breasts, even yours.

Finally she sits again at the bar and finds your eyes right in front. She wants to be kind, to make at least one friend in the middle of such a wolf pack, so she smiles to you and you answer with a blink.

She is ready to order a cold light beer, a steak with fries, salad and chocolate pudding as the dessert. Meanwhile as she waits for her food, some of the drivers leave; the view and the dreams are great but it's time for them to go back to reality. Not for you. You don't have a schedule to cover, or a deadline to be in some other point of the country or the state. You, as well as her, can take all the time you want to enjoy your meal and rest a bit from the road. She knows you don't belong at this place, neither does she, both of you have stopped and dropped here by coincidence. She can notice that by the way you are dressed, your manners to eat, and even by your reading. Instead of having a comics magazine in you hands, they are holding the news paper.

Now she starts to eat, sipping her beer and cutting the steak in little pieces. The way she takes the fork and the knife is so delicate, you can imagine that pair of hands caressing your skin just as she does with the meal. The attendant disturbs your view asking if you want something else. Just more coffee. You want to stay there until she leaves and watch every single movement she makes. Her thin fingers take a fry and in the way she introduces it in her mouth makes you think how she can eat something thicker and longer being with you in private.

Now she pours some ketchup in the edge of her dish, takes a fry and spreads it with the sauce; before she gives it a bite, her tongue shows up to lick the sauce from the crispy shape, your mind keeps flying to the same moment feeling how her tongue does the same with your manhood, and after licking each face of it she opens her mouth and takes it completely inside. As a last touch she gives a gentle and slow lick to her fingers taking off the rest of the sauce.

She sees you, and discovers the lust in your eyes, so now she starts playing with the food looking straight to your face and invites you to keep dreaming, to keep playing with her mouth on any part of your body where you want to feel her lips, her kisses, her touches. It's a strange and inviting game between you and her mouth which no one else can understand.

The attendant brings her the chocolate pudding, and she asks him to put it on a tray to go with 3 extra servings. Meanwhile she asks for the showers and the locker room to change her clothes. She says it loudly, and you are sure it is intentional for you to hear it, as an open message for you to know she is not leaving yet. She takes the pudding with her and walks out of the diner; you ask for your check and try to pay in a rush to reach her before she gets inside the bathroom.

You turn one way and the other way, and see the bathroom door closing: She is already inside and a dirty and risky thought comes to your head. The way is clear and you act on your new idea.

The locker room is empty, it seems like no one is inside. You keep walking and you find a trail of clothes leading you to the showers. Right there you can hear the water running, and your feet now are lead by the noise until you find the running shower empty. She is not there. You turn around to find a light and dark female skin getting covered with a darker sweet sauce by her own hands... She looks at you and hands you one of the trays.

With a trembling hand you plunge three of your fingers to take some pudding, she left uncovered just a few spots, the ones you are about to fill; she stares at you waiting for the touch and finally you place your fingers over her left breast spreading the melted and cold chocolate making her sigh, your fingertips run around it from the outside to the center where you find a hard stiff nipple ready to be sucked. One of your fingers stays there, making smooth circles over the tip and feeling how she starts to shiver. It seems like if your fingers and that soft touch were about to melt the sauce, but you are the one who wants to melt inside her. She notices how your zipper is growing out in front and her hands, full of chocolate, unbutton your pants.

Trying to stay still, your hand full again with chocolate and advances to the other boob. That nipple is as stiff as the first one, and now your procedure is reversed, you start by covering the nipple with the candy stimulating her body and covering in circles the rest of it. Finally you can smile, the task has relaxed you but there's another spot you need to hide under the chocolate...

She lays down to let you see a lighter spot without chocolate color waiting for your fingers to begin their work: her cunt. With the same three fingers you start your decorating job on the sides, going up and down through her groin, encircling her womanhood and letting it get damp before the cold dessert touches the inside of her lower lips. Your fingertips slide over the entrance, she starts to moan, almost asking you to give her the last and most tender but shocking touch. Now is your turn for revenge, to make her feel as anxious as you felt in the diner while she was tempting you with her food. You can see her legs spread inviting you to reach the warmest, juiciest and most delicious spot of her female body...

The temptation is huge, your lips start to tremble, your hands throw away the empty tray, you are naked in front of her, looking at her body and wanting to clean all the candy sauce with kisses and licks. But most of all you want to taste the sweet honey dripping in between her pussy lips mixed with the chocolate sauce which surrounds the spot... One of her hands goes straight to her left nipple and she starts to play with it, your desire has grown as your manhood is already steady and hot, and in a second you let your mouth dive inside those soaked petals to extract all the nectar with your tongue and lips.

Your face bares inside her legs, and your hands reach two firm spots which makes her moan loader, screaming, and moving directly to your mouth. You want to empty the pot, to lick the last drop of her juices, to satisfy your lust, your thirst, your desire, your passion, your mouth. She lies completely on the bench and now you approach your tool to her cunt... With one full push you are inside her velvet pussy, stroking an unknown woman who has awakened your passion like no one else. Her hands grab your arms making you lie on her and she pulls your mouth over those bouncing round tits filled with dark sauce, ready to be suck and taste. Without hesitating your lips are sealed over her breasts, your tongue plays and tickles the stiff nipple, meanwhile your dick gets wet and squeezed inside her.

You can see a bit of her expression, full of passion, about to explode one more time and aching with desire. A warm and electrifying sensation runs between your legs, a long sigh strokes your chest, your arms grab the sticky body until you finally mix the hot cocoa with your warm shot of milk.

The water from the shower is still running as you leave the strange woman on the bench and walk to the water to get rid off the sticky sensation. But your body, your skin, thoughts, soul and mind are fulfilled with a new and newly discovered sensation: the ecstasy given by a mysterious girl you will never see again.



Déborah Tourné