I wonder what he would have done to keep me from seeing all this if I hadn't fallen asleep.
The meal is delicious but we eat in an anticipation of what would come later. He keeps looking at my breasts and between his gaze and the cool sea breeze, my nipples are in a constant erect state.
He serves us the meal he had prepared for us. I know he's an excellent cook but he outdid himself this time. We feasted on spiced olives and cucumber caviar rounds followed by duck breast with pomegranate-citrus glaze and a side of stuffed eggplants. For dessert, we had a slice of apple pie and ice cream.
"How did you pull this off?" I ask him, wrapping my tongue around the spoon to scoop every bit of ice cream off.
