Lick My Chocolate

Lick My Chocolate

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A young woman's desires for her older boss turns into more than a hot fantasy one early morning at work...

Summary

A young woman's desires for her older boss turns into more than a hot fantasy one early morning at work...

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Submitted: August 27, 2017

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Content

Submitted: August 27, 2017

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Lick My Chocolate

 

“How many licks do you think it would take for him to get to the center of my tootsie roll pop?” my friend drooled as she pointed out the hunk I got to work with every day. 

My best girl Tanya was as bad as I was when it came to our lush imaginations.  We both had the same interest in guys especially the older ones.  My boss Adam, the owner and operator of Confectionately Yours was definitely a hot fantasy we engaged during my break in the small local coffee shop across from my place of work. 

One of the guys that Tanya claimed had been chasing after her since school ended for the summer happened to work at the café.  Both of us sipped on our discounted lattes served by him.  The only reward my friend gave him appeared to be a few winks every now and then.  The same guy with longish copper-gold hair in a man bun offered a muffin as well which Tanya and I split.  On the napkin wrapping it, he wrote his number and asked her to call him. 

I giggled at the flirt my bestie was to manage such great perks!  Luck in that department had never been mine.  Being shy, it usually took me a minute to feel comfortable enough to flat out display my attraction to a guy.  Often, I wished I could be more like Tanya seemed where she could broadcast seduction from her damn pores without thinking about it. 

I think way too much and can never get outta my own head. 

My friend sighed as she stared over at the candy store.  “The world may never know if your boss can, I guess.”

Crossing her perfect legs, Tanya was shorter than me and curvy with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes.  They were striking in their clarity along with her natural blond hair like the color of wheat.  Yep, you could guess she had some Icelandic blood in her mix because her mother had the same amazing looks and immigrated from there.  Everyone who saw Tanya thought her stunning including Tanya herself. 

So beside her, I felt like an old sack of potatoes.  The widest hips on Earth were mine, but I was tall.  A little bigger on top than my friend, I was not nearly as proportionate like she was.  There was nothing superstar great going on with my legs or small waist.  Neither could I say that I had spectacular bone structure, more of a baby face actually.  Most assumed I was still in my teens.  Whatever.  I did have an awesome smile although I didn’t do that much except when around Tanya. 

“Girl, you’re so crazy!”  I gobbled most of the muffin and didn’t feel the least bit guilty.  It had blueberries in it.  A fruit high in antioxidants was very healthy, right?

Tanya blinked at me with those bright eyes of hers looking completely innocent, and I giggled more.  “What?”

“Don’t you ‘what’ me.  I almost swallowed my latte wrong after that absolutely wicked question of yours.”

Her blond eyebrow lifted.  “Oh, did I say that out loud, smart stuff?”

I nodded while cupping some loose strains of my dark red hair behind my ears.  “Duh, ye-ah!”

Tanya giggled at me before taking a sip of her latte.  “So what if I did?  You know as well as I do you’ve thought about what Adam could do to you with all that chocolate around.”

I looked over at the chocolate store as I saw my boss put out a new display in the window of chocolate truffles he made in the shape of the downtown skyline.  However, it was only him I stared at as he stood back for a moment and smiled with pride.  My boss was in his forties I think.  Never been married.  And opening the candy store was his second career. 

Adam’s first career?  A tax attorney if you could believe that!  I couldn’t believe it or that he left a cushy 100 grand plus job because it didn't satisfy him.  He admitted more than once while we worked together before the butt-crack of dawn that he loved making confections of any sort.  Since he was a little boy in his mother's kitchen, Adam especially loved to make chocolate.  Nothing made him happier than seeing the thrilled expressions on his customers’ faces when they ate his latest batch of the sweetest sin. 

Adam said that he used to make batches of his chocolate he perfected over the years as Christmas gifts to loyal tax customers as well as friends and family.  His friend Russ, in the end, was the one to convince him to open a chocolate shop.  The same friend actually became a major investor in the business because he believed so much in the product.  So, for the last thirteen years, Adam lived his dream in his little chocolate candy shop downtown.  Each year he made a profit and remained very busy making everyone’s day brighter with the delicious taste of his wonderful chocolate.

“I really think he’s an amazing guy,” I commented while still looking through the café window at Adam’s store.  My boss moved into the interior of the establishment since customers entered, and I could not see him anymore.  “I mean to give up a fantastic career to pursue his dream like that?  Wow, you know?  So brave.”

Tanya stared at me for a full minute.  “You really are into this guy, huh?”

Finally, I tore myself away from staring across the way and looked at my friend.  Already I felt my cheeks redden.  “No!  I think he’s amazing… uh, his story of success, I mean.  Not a lot of people ever figure out what they want like that and actually have the guts to do it.  I know I haven’t.  Have you?”

Tanya shrugged.  “That’s why we're in college right?  So we can figure that out?”

“Right!”  I chuckled with a shrug.  “Did I just go all serious for a minute or what?”

“You’re totally in love with him.”

My eyes widened as I glanced at the store.  “No way!”

“Yeah, you are, aren’t you?  You’re as red as my lipstick.”

I covered my face.  Okay, so I had a crush on the guy!  So what.  Nothing would come of it.  Adam saw me as some kid.  Not a woman he would date.  I had to be half his age.  Might have even been old enough to be his daughter.  Who knew?  None of these thoughts stopped my heart from racing a little faster or my ears burning a little hotter.  I hated when Tanya would call me out like this and embarrass me.  She was the only one to ever do that.

I gestured to myself in a long white maxi dress and white sweater.  It was my standard wear along with my flat sandals.  My dark red hair was pulled up into a ponytail.  “Look at me.  I’m frumpy.”

“No, you’re cute.  All the guys think so.”

I frowned at her.  “No way.  They think I’m jailbait.”

“That, too.”  Tanya laughed.  “Look.  I see how you pine after him.  It’s not like you’re dating anyone.”

I rolled my eyes.  “Yeah, Jacob was a troll.  And Tom—”

Tanya held up her hand to me with her newly done black coffin-shaped nails.  “Ewww… Let’s not talk about him, shall we?  I mean he was a total assclown.”

“Exactly the point I was going to make.  I have poor taste in guys or at least in the ones I remember.”  I shook my hands and my head.  That totally came out wrong, but Tanya understood.  She was much more the slut than I was.  Nowhere did I stand in her league.  “I totally suck at dating unlike some people I know, and I don’t have a chance in hell with a guy as hot as Adam is.” 

I tried not sulk, but it was the truth.  To fool myself into believing otherwise wasn’t who I was.  I faced reality in the mirror every day and tried to make it as pretty as I could.  It’s what God gave me after all, and so I needed to do the best I could even with my vast limitations.

“Oh, you need to shut that noise down right now!” Tanya ordered while pointing her finger at me.

“Just being real.”

Tanya nodded.  “Yeah, a real dope!  You are cute, quirky, yet sensible.  And let’s not forget young.  Older guys totally love younger girls hitting on them.  Makes them forget how old they are.”

I shook my head.  “Are you high?  Did that man bun slip you something in that latte?”

She giggled again.  “No changing the subject.  You have the same assets every girl has.  So use them to your advantage.  Don’t let up until you get what you want.  What’s the worse that could happen?”

“I’d be embarrassed as hell to be turned down.  He’d fire my ass, and I’d be out of a job I really need just to scrape by.”

Tanya bit her lip.  “Okay.  Okay.  All valid points, but what if he is interested?”

I shook my head.  “He won’t be.”

“I dare you to try, and you know you can’t resist a dare once given.”

I narrowed my eyes at her.  “You witch.”

“But I'm the witch you love.”  Tanya winked at me.

***

For the rest of the day, I was distracted by the smile he offered customers and how it always reached his grayish-green eyes behind his glasses.  I couldn’t stop watching Adam move in the jeans he wore that outlined his tight ass or staring at the way his hair like the color of chocolate curled adorably on the collar of his button down shirt.  It seemed I floated in a daze.  Fantasizing about my boss rubbing his fit body against mine became a common occurrence.  So was experiencing the graze of lips on the back of my neck.

It was like Tanya awakened something inside my brain.  Most nights since meeting up at the café I ran out of work without saying goodnight.  I couldn’t take being in the same space with him longer than necessary.  All these consuming thoughts were running through my head, but I couldn’t act on them.  How could I?  Adam would not want me, and I could not bear the humiliation of his rejection.

Each day grew progressively worse.  I could hardly speak to him, and it made me miserable.  The time I enjoyed most was in the morning when we talked as we worked about so many things.  Politics, current events, my classes, and what I intended to do when I finished a year from now with my English degree.  Would I teach?  Become an editor?  Or would I sit down and write that romance novel I always wanted to do.  In the end, Adam would always encourage me to pursue my passion in whatever fashion.  He promised that would always make me happy and feel most fulfilled.

As I lay in bed, it grew worse.  The dreams I had been having centered on me taking the role of one of my story heroines in mortal danger.  Adam morphed into my ravishing hero come to free me from my bondage.  Each night in reward for his deeds, I asked him to lick my chocolate, and for hours he did. 

“Good morning,” Adam greeted at week's end of this torment I endured.  He offered his bright smile as he did every morning.  Seeing it made me ache inside with a longing for things beyond my ability to have. 

I cast my eyes immediately away from him.  “Morning,” I grumbled rushing over to the hook where my apron hung.  With a sigh, I tied it on and slipped a hairnet over my dark red hair in its usual ponytail. 

Adam touched my shoulder, and I jumped.  I still didn’t look at him.

“Whoa!  Hey, I’m sorry.” 

My boss held me at my elbow and stood more in my space than usual.  He smelled really good like fresh laundry and man.  I still would not look at him but did lick my dry lips.  I tried to pull away, but his warm hand held me in place.  My lips parted as my heart still raced for more than fright ran through me.

“Don’t mind me," I said, "I’m just not myself today.”

Once again, I had another fitful night of sleep.  The fingers of Adam's big hand, the same hand that touched me now, were a point of fixation as I rode them for most of the night before cumming on his tongue.  Like the previous nights, there was chocolate involved.  Of course, there was.  My overactive imagination took over when I slept acting out all the depraved things I wanted to do with Adam that I was too afraid to do in the waking world. 

“To be honest, you haven’t been yourself for several days.”

I did look at him then.The grayish-green eyes behind his glasses studied me with concern.  I shook my head because I knew that didn’t mean anything.  Adam was just a decent human being.  He cared about people.

“I’m having a weird week,” I responded as truthfully as I could.

“Why?”

“Why do you even care?”

He turned to me with raised eyebrows looking a little wounded.  “Wow, that’s cold.”

I shrugged.  “Didn’t mean for it to sound that way.”

“You and I have been working together for a year and a half.  We’ve talked about lots of things in that time, and I thought—”

“That makes us friends?”  I shook my head not believing any of that.  My stomach turned in nervous knots as I wrung my sweaty hands before me.  

“I would hope you feel comfortable enough to talk to me if you want, of course.  I know you don’t have to, but I do care that you seem not to be your usual bubbly self.”

I looked to him in my surprise.  Adam noticed at least that there was a difference in me.  Taking a deep breath though, I released it.  There was no way on God’s green earth I could tell him what was going on with me.  No way!

“You’ve been so quiet.  I’ve missed the old you, Philina.”

I glanced up in time to see his puzzled expression before I backed away from him with my eyes cast down.  Without another word, I began pulling out the supplies we would need to begin work.  I really could not talk about this.  He sighed but did not push the matter. 

Without helping it, I found myself watching him.  His hands at work stirring, the flex of his arms, and the look of focus on his face as he worked.  At least until he looked at me.  Our eyes connected for a brief moment, and there seemed to be something electric in the air for just that moment when I took a sudden intake of breath. 

I looked away, but this time his hand came to stop my chin from turning away from him.  “Philina… ” 

Yeah, my name just oozed sexy didn’t it?  I hated my name all my life until now.  It sure sounded beautiful when Adam said it.  I wanted him to say it again damnit!  I wanted him to breathe life into it and love in it like he always did in my dreams. 

A stained chocolate hand now rested on my chin.  I smiled at the welcomed heat.  Instead of wiping it away or eating it, I wiped and rubbed the chocolate on his own lightly stubbled chin.  It belonged to him anyway.

Adam laughed until he stared into my eyes.  I don’t know what he saw there or how the world shifted that he drew closer to me.  It seemed we merely stood there working as we always had side by side and then that hand of his was dragging across my face.  His fingers pulled away the hairnet and locked in my hair at the back of my head.  At the same time, Adam pulled me toward him.  I stumbled forward, but he caught me with his other arm wrapped at my waist.  He lowered his mouth on mine.  It tasted of chocolate.  Adam always sampled it to make sure it tasted right.  God, did he ever!

The kiss was soft, smoldering, hot-curling stuff.  I mean when my boss turned to pin me against the stainless steel table, I was burning up.  His tongue smoothly overpowered me, and I moaned into his mouth.  Kissing Adam was everything I ever thought it would be.  Sweet definitely but as my own passion for him rose up in me in response, I could not control what it became.  Something more torrid came to life in us with each breath we took.  My hands curled into his chest before wrapping around his neck and running through the small curls I found dancing along his collar.

Before I could think, Adam hoisted me on the table as I lifted my pink maxi dress up.  Items on the table crashed to the floor, but neither one of us paid any mind.  We were far too busy staring into each other’s eyes and feeding off the hunger we saw there.  Adam kneeled as I always imagined he would, but he grabbed his work spoon used for stirring the chocolate with.  There was still chocolate on it when I opened my thighs.

One of the things about maxi dresses that I loved was that with so much material I never had to worry about what went on underneath.  On 90 degree summer days, like we experienced this week, it was not an unusual occurrence for me to go commando.  No; not because I was out of laundry.  Although that was a good reason for commando, my reason resided more on the side of me liking the freeing coolness of being naughty without anyone being the wiser.  Today was one of my commando days. 

I only thanked all the gods there were that I had groomed my pussywillow.  I couldn’t afford a spa day, so I got in the habit of DIY treatment with such things.  So right now, I sported a rather tidy Bermuda Triangle where I hoped Adam might remain lost for a few minutes or hours.  Who was counting?

I worried a little because some guys liked it when you were completely smooth, and others didn’t mind at all how you trimmed the garden.  They were happy just to enjoy it.  However, when Adam buried his nose in my dark red mound and inhaled me, I gasped.  He nuzzled me and planted tiny kisses.

What followed made me gasp even more.  While biting his lower lip, my boss applied what chocolate remained on the back of the wooden spoon.  I felt the warmth of the chocolate along my shaved slit followed by the equally warm path of his tongue.  My head fell back because I never saw or felt for that matter anything so hot as that.

Soon the spoon was forgotten.  Only his big hands rested on my trembling thighs, opening them wider.  His thumbs strum me like an instrument.  His tongue kept pace at the hidden button with flickers before he suckled me.  My thighs squeezed his head with my cumming when I dared stare down at him gazing up at me.  His glasses were gone, and nothing obstructed me from looking into his smoky eyes.

“Adam!  Adam!  Fu—” I could not even finish what I wanted to say.

I trembled all over in the shockwaves of his tongue slowing down and in his oral laps around my clit.  When Adam licked away from the spot that shot me to heaven, I could already feel the excitement building again in my body the lower his beautiful tongue licked me with languished care.  He sucked at my lips and licked between them the chocolate and the dribble of my arousal.  The edge of his tongue explored around the entry of my cock cubby hole, and then I felt the strain of his finger sliding inside me deeper and deeper.

My hand lowered to my clit and rubbed circles.  I needed more.  My boss gave it to me in another finger sliding inside me.  When I opened my eyes, I could see him standing to free himself from his jeans one-handed.  It looked like I was not the only one around here that liked commando.  Adam stroked his own length as he watched me and me him. 

“Philina… will you lick my chocolate?”

I nodded with excitement because I was ready to feel more than his fingers to the knuckles anyway.  What I really wanted was the swelled hard member pointing toward Adam’s belly button.  Dreams of tasting him filled me with lust every night along with that very question.  Usually, it was me asking, but I didn’t mind if it was him this time. 

Adam found the bowl of chocolate that was still warm.  He dunked his fingers into it.  He rubbed the chocolate on his swelling member and then licked one chocolaty finger.  He offered the others to me.  Happily, I cleaned each finger sucking them one at a time into my mouth.  I curled my tongue around them and moaning at how good that chocolate was. 

Adam walked around the table when I was finished so that I could clean the last part of him.  I laid across the table with my head falling over the end.  I opened my mouth wide and let my boss use it to his liking.  All the while he worked his way to the back of my throat, I sucked him off.  I moaned at how good he tasted, and his sounds of enjoyment escalated my own.

“Ahhh, yes!  Ohhh!” Adam cried leaking precum until he pulled out squeezing his cock before giving it a few rough strokes.

I panted and coughed as the blood rushed to my head knowing that I’d never done anything like that before.  My heart pounded away in my heaving chest while two of my own fingers stabbed me deep as they could go to get me off.  I was nearly there again.

Adam came back around the table.  “Let me.  Please.”

I removed my own fingers, and he filled me instead.  “Oh my God, Adam,” I said with barely any breath in me. 

It seemed every rigid plane of him rubbed against my inner walls filling me with pleasures I’d never experienced before.  He was big, but I’d been with guys bigger, and it never felt like this.  He was simply perfect in the slow build he made with each thrust while cupping my ass or holding on to my ample hips. 

I moved with him.  My ankles crossed and I dug in to make it incredible, and it was.  It wasn’t long before we both were cumming again and there would be no stopping that tidal wave once it broke.  Both of us cried out in our mingled summation of what could have only been the best fuck of my life.

I lay on the table shaking.  Adam was on top of me panting as hard as I was.  When he looked me in the eyes, it remained, that burning ember of passion that started it all.  I stroked his face and kissed those lips I have wanted to taste since I met him. 

I didn’t know what would become of us from this point forward.  What I did know was that I would never forget this moment with my boss nor would I regret it.  So far, this shaped up to be the summer to beat all others.

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