Message-ID: <21411asstr$943308601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ann_douglas@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} Chocolate Dreams-FF(1/2) Lines: 295 X-Original-Message-ID: <81c1ra$b60$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Nov 22 18:25:53 1999 GMT Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 17:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: ivans, dennyw, gill-bates, kelly Chocolate Dreams by Lotuseater Part One Getting into her car, Vivienne Wu angrily slammed the door of her sleek black convertible. She was a vision of glittering diamond necklace and bracelet, lustrous upswept hair, and perfect ivory complexion, decked out in black stiletto heels and black silk stockings. All day spent at the spa, hours with her hair and meticulous makeup for her husband's birthday dinner tonight, all for nothing. When she'd telephoned his office to confirm his early arrival, he'd been apologetic and said he'd have to have a business dinner tonight instead. Dinner would be ruined. Furious words had ensued, and she'd icily wished him good luck on finding her at home when he eventually returned. As she roared out of the carport, Vivienne dialed Rebecca, her best friend and confidante. Another "trophy" wife, Rebecca Sommersby had been Vivienne's oldest friend since she'd emigrated to America. Driving aimlessly through the small suburb of Willow Lake, Vivienne fumed into the telephone. Rebecca was sympathetic. "Twenty years, and he does this to me! I've been a good mother, a good wife, and this is how he appreciates me?" the beautiful Chinese woman asked rhetorically. "Viv, don't go there. You know Colin loves you. He's probably working on another big merger. You've got a hard-working man, that's all. These things happen. You know, Jack hasn't been home for supper in weeks." She was silent. Colin Wu was a wonderful husband, a marvelous father to their daughter and well regarded in their little town. "Darling, why don't you just give him a raincheck?" Vivienne slowed her car as she entered the little town. "Rebecca, you're right. I suppose I was just disappointed. Let me ring Colin straight away and make it up to him." "Honey, maybe you're disappointed because you were looking for a little something in return after supper," Rebecca thought to herself. The office telephone rang until Heather, Colin's secretary, answered. "Heather, it's Mrs. Wu. Please take a message for Colin that I'm sorry about dinner tonight, and..." Vivienne's eye was caught by the vivid neon sign of the store before her, fairly shouting "Chocolate Dreams" in bold lavender and pink. "Tell him I'll have a surprise for him when he gets home!" the thirty-nine year old woman said impulsively. Inside the ice-cream parlor Chocolate Dreams, pretty Anna Cathcart was vaguely disquieted. As Vivienne Wu was ivory and ebony, the perky blonde was a wholesome peaches and cream, set off by a glowing golden tan. Her only concession to makeup was her bright pink lipstick. The young coed had been thinking about a recent incident that both frightened and excited, something that spoke volumes about who she was and where she was going in life. She'd found herself in the school library. She didn't need books, or research, or to borrow anything. Anna was there because of Miss Flynn the librarian. Willow Lake rumor had it that Miss Flynn was gay, and out of curiosity Anna was determined to find out. When she'd found the tall, busty redhead alone in the back of the periodicals section, Anna posed her question by standing on tiptoes and simply kissing her full on her luscious mouth. The surprised librarian had been taken aback at first, then responded eagerly. She'd asked if Anna was sure about this. Anna had nodded vigorously. They'd had supper together in her apartment (the first time Anna had lobster). That night Miss Flynn had become "Jessica" and Anna had lost her virginity. Anna was tingling with the memory of their hour of tender lovemaking, and musing about other possibilities when the doorchime rang musically, announcing a customer. She was surprised to see Mrs. Wu enter, dressed to the nines. She had been friends with Karen, Mrs. Wu's daughter, who was away at State College. "Hello, Anna," Mrs. Wu exclaimed. "We've not seen you in a long time!" "Hi, Mrs. Wu," Anna replied. "Yes, it's been a while." Impossible thoughts began forming in the nineteen year-old's mind. She was fascinated by the older woman's ravishing appearance. What was the occasion, some kind of party? Anna toyed with her pony tail distractedly. "Well, we should have you over soon." Vivienne removed her gloves. The light caught the polish of her fingernails, and glinted from her diamond engagement ring and platinum wedding band. "Can you please help me?" Anna wickedly thought about helping herself to the exotic Asian beauty. Jessica had opened her eyes to a world of possibilities, but how would she ever manage to reach Mrs. Wu? "Sure, Mrs. Wu. What can I do for you?" "I'd like a birthday cake, a special cake." "No problem, Mrs. Wu. Oh, look at the time. I'll tell you what, do you mind if I just flip over the 'Closed' sign and turn off the front lights?" The teenager had contrived a definite plan. "Oh, please go right ahead, Anna." Vivienne moved to inspect the freezer case, smoothing her black silk dress. "Be right back, Mrs. Wu" the blonde dashed out to turn over the sign and flick off the lights. "What will it be, Mrs. Wu?" she asked as she returned. "So many choices! I think I'll have this "Rocky Road and Vanilla" cake with the chocolate icing, Anna." It was a sumptuous symphony of dark chocolate frosting, piled high with whipped cream. "Cool choice, Mrs. Wu! That's my favorite, too." "Really?" the unsuspecting housewife asked. The blonde nodded. "Shall I make it 'Happy Birthday' for Mr. Wu?" she asked innocently. Her hear thudded in her chest with the audacity of her bold plan. Would it work? "Yes, please Anna." Vivienne fished a twenty dollar bill from her purse. "Sure thing," the girl fumbled with the cover. This would be tricky. "Here you go," she said as she raised the package over the counter. Vivienne's outstretched arms went to meet the package. She couldn't have known Anna would give the box a little toss, nor that the lid would flop wide open. Cake, inscription and all, sailed straight into the woman's generous chest. It made a spectacular impact, as the Chinese woman shrieked in surprise. "Ohmigosh!" exclaimed Anna, running out from behind the counter. "Here, let me get you cleaned up, I am sooo sorry," she chattered as she dabbed at Vivienne's ample front with a towel. "That's all right, dear," the surprised Vivienne responded, "accidents will happen." Anna babbled as she wiped chocolate from the front of the expensive dress, "Oh, no! Your beautiful dress is ruined and it's all my fault, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Wu!" As she had hoped, the sudden surprise and the cold ice-cream had their expected effect on Mrs. Wu's nipples. She could feel their hardness through the lacy brassiere. She couldn't believe her own daring. Vivienne couldn't help but notice the younger girl's attentions. Whatever was Anna doing? It felt good, whatever the girl was up to. She suddenly realized, as had Rebecca much earlier, the reason for her anger with Colin. She'd simply been horny beyond belief! "Oh, Mrs. Wu, what can I ever do to make up for this?" Anna wailed, looking deep into the older woman's eyes. Vivienne suddenly understood the younger girl's meaning. Well, she thought, I certainly have nothing better to do tonight... "Nonsense, Anna," the Chinese woman reassured the girl. "Think nothing of it." "But Mrs. Wu," Anna persisted, still rubbing her breasts, "I feel so upset." Vivienne decided to see where this would lead. "Well, Anna, you're doing fine so far." The pretty young blonde continued her ministrations to that marvelous chest. The headiness of the older woman's perfume was intoxicating. "Do you really think so, Mrs. Wu?" she asked coyly. By way of answer, the older woman brought her lips to the youngster's mouth and kissed her deeply, even as the girl kneaded her tits. Eyes closed, they embraced warmly, smearing the cake's frosting into each other's clothing. "Oh, yes, Anna," she breathed. "And it's 'Vivienne'." Fireworks exploded in Anna's head as they broke their kiss. She was under the dress now, directly fondling the older woman's fine breasts with her sticky hands, exposing their pale perfection. Tiny pink nipples stood out turgidly, proof of the Chinese woman's obvious excitement. Her bare shoulders were all gooseflesh, Anna noted with satisfaction. Vivienne's skin was radiant, like pearls. "All right, 'Vivienne', let's see what else I can do," Anna whispered, dropping to her knees before her friend's mother. A soft moan escaped Vivienne's lips as Anna knelt before her sex. Tender hands clutched her behind as the blonde buried her face in the front of her dress. Vivienne leaned against the counter for support, breathing rapidly. As Vivienne moved backward, Anna went to flick off the light, plunging the store into utter darkness. Returning to the counter, the panting teenager hitched the black dress up over the older woman's hips, marveling at the fineness of the material. She guided Vivienne's legs together, so she could slip her panties down and off. Then she turned her attention to Vivienne's sopping pussy. She carefully slid a questing finger into the velvety folds before her. The teenager's hot breath felt sensational on the Chinese woman's bare bottom. "Oh, Anna," Vivienne groaned, holding the blonde head to her bottom. In reply, the girl lavished attention on the Chinese woman's proud clit. Her tongue stroked and prodded and caressed and played, as Jessica had taught her just a few nights earlier. She was gratified to feel the older woman's hips bucking in response. Vivienne's hot, overflowing sex clamped tightly around the teenager's exploring finger, making a moistly sucking sound. It felt so wonderful. Just then, the doormat chime rang its musical tone. The two lovers froze, their hearts sinking. "I can't believe I forgot to lock the door," Anna thought in panic. Deputy Pat Smythe had been doing rounds in the quiet town for an hour when she'd noticed the BMW was still outside the darkened store. Nearing the end of the evening shift (it was such a small town that there was no "graveyard shift"), she had been prepared to go straight home as usual when she'd spotted the Wu's sportscar in front of the tony establishment. Following procedure, she'd tried the door and to her surprise, it opened. As she moved into the darkness, she sensed the sudden movement in the back. She instinctively reached for her sidearm as she shone her flashlight toward the huddled pair in the rear of the store. Pat nearly dropped the flashlight when she saw who it was, and what they'd been doing. Despite herself, the beautiful auburn-haired officer smiled in the dim light. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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