David and Kayla were having their first real date, in a seaside restaurant. They had finished the salad and the entrée and David had to admit Kayla’s taste in food was quite good.

But what about her taste in men? Kayla was so demure, so prim and proper looking, quite unlike the lady who had flirted with him on a chat site.

David didn’t get many chances to call a woman’s bluff, if indeed it was. The women he knew in this neck of the woods – or any neck of the woods – almost universally saw him as a friend. Someone safe? He could live with that if it didn’t risk the friendship or risk him having to thumb a ride to the airport, or get a face and a lap full of cold water, or worse.

But Kayla had a wild side, he knew from her profile. Gynecologists don’t get much better views of her anatomy than the profile pictures had shown him. David seriously doubted, however, that she followed through on a lot she said.

He had to get her going, get her worked up, put some kind of spell on her so she actually believed he was a good lover. He was about a dessert course away from getting into his rental car and driving back to the airport Marriott. Alone. Wondering if he had gone too far or not far enough.

“Why don’t you come with me and we can share it later?”

That is, until he saw the dessert tray. You could pick a piece of any of four cakes or pies or things whipped up. Normally David was a chocolate man, but that was when he was alone. This time he saw a strawberry slice with whipped cream on top. He looked at it hard. He willed Kayla to take it off the tray. Actually, he sent up a little prayer as he remembered how she had handled chicken linguine earlier in the dessert.

Praise be to God. She selected it.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” David said, “And a whole pie for the refrigerator.” Hey, he could take it back to the room and store it in the tiny fridge and save going to the breakfast buffet tomorrow if this chance didn’t work out. He’d need it as he tried to avoid being seen in public while awaiting the flight.

The waitress – a nice young lady whom David would have liked to see on the website, noted down the order and smiled. David smiled back, but shifted his eyes to Kayla to see if she would take the pie home. Surely she wouldn’t eat the whole pie – at least until he was safely back in his home far across the country. He thought he saw acceptance in her eyes.

As the waitress departed, David felt what he had been hoping for all evening long, Kayla’s hand reached over and took his. He lifted her hand up and gave it a little kiss. She squeezed it a little harder.

“The athlete,” David said with a smile. He returned the squeeze. “Mine is mostly from keyboarding but I can give a pretty powerful grip. I played a long time ago, didn’t get too far but I learned to enjoy typing.”

“I like your slender fingers,” Kayla said, pressing against them. ”I bet they are good for a lot of things.”

David smiled. He and Kayla held their hands up, palms flat against each other, to compare. Before they got far, the waitress brought the pie.

David decided to have a little bit of dessert – in both ways – first. Reluctantly he took his hand away from Kayla’s and sliced off the tip of the sample slice with his fork. He took a bite. Really nice. Then he switched to the spoon.

As he scooped up a healthy spoonful of cream, he leaned over to Kayla and whispered: “I dare you to put a little dab of cream on all the spots where you like to be kissed. Make it subtle. I’ll do the same thing and we are going to wear it to your home.”

Kayla got a mischievous grin. She took the spoon which she used to stir her coffee and dipped it into the whipped cream.

As David had requested, Kayla made just little dabs. On the tip of her nose, behind her ears, on her lower lip, and at the base of her throat. David looked on approvingly. He dabbed on his lips, the back on his neck, the base of his throat, and on his wrists and the tips of his fingers. He was pretty dressed up. So was Kayla, but in a very different way.

Kayla had worn a short, light dress to the restaurant. It had a flared skirt and a low blouse. She dabbed a little cream inside the top of the dress, which she had opened an extra button. She unbuttoned another button and reached farther inside the bodice, right where you think she would dab the cream. David looked at her quizzically, with a smile.

Kayla reached under the tablecloth with her big spoon, loaded with cream. David’s eyebrows raised. He had a really good idea of what was going on, and she was daring him to test it.

No sooner said than done. David picked up a strawberry with his fork, ate it, and then probed around for the biggest intact strawberry on the slice. It took a little demolition work but he knew the biggest strawberries usually escaped the slicer knife and gave the pie a certain heft. As he speared the fruit, his other hand dropped down into his lap. His napkin was there and he knew Kayla’s was in her lap as well.

David lifted the strawberry and pretended to survey it. Actually he was doing things with his other hand under the table, which shall be discussed shortly. In the meantime, he placed the fork on the edge of the plate and carefully slid the strawberry off it. Time for that later. He scooped up a big dollop of whipped cream, looked around to see if anybody was spying on them, them ducked the fork under the table for a second or two. The fork came up more or less clean, the cream transferred to his index and middle fingers. David ate another piece without fanfare, pretending not to notice the woman beside him.

David’s left hand, the one with the cream on it, was sliding underneath Kayla’s napkin. He was fairly sure that her legs were bare underneath, and he was right. He taped at the inside of each of her knees, the cold of the cream causing her to flinch – and open her legs wider.

David rubbed the inside of Kayla’s right thigh and got confirmation that indeed she had gotten the idea and the whipped cream from her fork was already there. Using his two uncovered fingers to trace the path of the cream, he painted her thigh a little below her own streak. He ran out of cream hear the top of the thigh, so he pressed the fingers and the residue up near her junction, and then nearer. What a pleasant surprise. He could feel what felt like steam coming from within her body. He looked Kayla straight in the eyes and held his gaze as the tips of his fingers stroked her vaginal lips. One time. Just once.

Kayla sank back in her chair and uttered something – not loudly enough to tip off the patrons in the restaurant as to what was going on. Her statement was loud enough, however, to convey a message to David. “Don’t stop now or you are WALKING back to your hotel, assuming you have booked one." A smile crossed David’s face as he scooped up another dollop of whipped cream, purposely averting his gaze.

Up the inside of the other leg went David’s fingers, this time starting much higher on the leg. Kayla looked at David the way one of David’s cats looked at another – just before the cat fight. She slid downward in her chair, naturally pushing her skirt up beyond her hips with the movement. She unbuttoned the top of her dress to reveal she wasn’t wearing a bra either. Then she took some of her whipped cream – drawing a disapproving look from David as his slice was nearly consumed – and slipped her hand in her dress top.

First one side and then the other. She unbuttoned another button so David could tell exactly where the whipped cream had gone.

In response, the remaining whipped cream on David’s fingers traced a line around Kayla’s nether lips. – not going inside them. As he completed the circuit where he started – at the top – David pulled Kayla close to his side and gave her a kiss – on the upper lips. He knew she couldn’t squeal much because she could lose out, or get thrown out. But – That son of a bitch! Kayla thought – he had withdrawn his hand from under the table to hug her shoulders to him. His dominant, right hand was still free.

The kiss parted and David held a steady gaze on Kayla. She thought she knew he was going to feed her the strawberry, and he did. However, he did not feed it to her mouth.

With his index, middle and fourth fingers, David picked up the big strawberry by a piece of the stem that had not been cut out. He ran his hand back underneath the napkin, by now doubling as her skirt. She realized what she was about to do and took a big breath.to call him what he was. But David had prepared. His palm and the fingers of his left hand reached the nape of Kayla’s neck and began to massage it. She hissed, “Damn, your hand is strong!” The neck massage did so much for her muscles that she forgot to be angry.

Good thing. The pointed tip of the strawberry spread Kayla’s inner lips and drew an intricate pattern around her labia minora. His upper lips sealed on hers and kissed again, and she kissed back like she had just eaten some African Hell Fire and was trying to rinse it out. That’s when the strawberry penetrated into her vaginal canal. She felt it rotate within her and briefly wondered why. Then she realized the pads of his fingers were now angled upwards, pressing gently against the roof of her inner sanctum. The middle finger continued to push; the fingers on each side massaged her roof, sides and base in a pistoning motion.

It took a little while, but the strawberry went as far inside her body as it could go, which was quite a distance. In the process, the middle finger pressed on a patch of slightly rough skin at the anterior wall of her womanhood. The Grafenberg spot. Meanwhile, the pinkie was running along the inside of her lips, collecting nectar which it then transferred to the thumb, which was rubbing along the hitherto-untouched bundle of nerves at the top of her entrance.

David had just a little more he wanted to try. He took his arm off Kayla’s neck for a minute to push his place to one side and show her a $50 bill, in addition to his half of the check. So the waitress could get an extra tip, in case she came back a little early or a little late. His right hand stayed where it was for a little bit as his left hand picked up a split strawberry from her plate. He very carefully and gently rubbed it along her chest inside the dress, gathering up her whipped cream and painting her nipples a new shade of red that faintly matched her hair. Then he slid underneath the table very quietly, taking the strawberry with him.

Kayla could hardly describe what she felt next. That damned cold strawberry moved along the insides of her thighs, following the cream pattern. Sometimes it would pull away and she could hear David’s tongue licking it. Sometimes David’s tongue would simply lick up the mixture. He didn’t follow a set pattern she he licked up and down and around her thighs, which were quivering in such a way that they weren’t much good for walking for a while. She certainly gave a thought to crushing his head or neck between them if he didn’t … hurry … the fuck … UP.

At last he reached her juncture, his destination. Or was it? Kayla heard him blowing on her strawberry blonde pubic hair; thank God it had grown back, because he seemed to really like it. Then – damn it all over again! -- he went over it and over it with the sliced strawberry. She thought she would lick off the strawberry juice, but no – he used his own napkin, which he had taken under the table, to pat-dry the hair and go on.

The sliced strawberry was in his mouth now. Kayla realized her own special brand of cream had been running from her and was lining her inner buttocks right to and beyond the anal opening. There came the strawberry, mopping it up. Then came his tongue, collecting the mixed juices as she raised into an athlete’s stretch position, as if standing straight at a 45-degree angle, her feet still on the floor. She heard a loud smacking sound and assumed he has swallowed the strawberry.

Well, half right. Actually, from under the table, David had seen the waitress’s feet come up to the table. He heard a gasped-out voice saying: “He… gave … you … this.” A pause while the waitress put the whole pie on the table and took the money off it. Then the waitress turned around and stood with her back to the table, shielding it from curiosity seekers. She must have been pretty darn experienced.

David had swallowed half of the split strawberry. Now, with the other half between his teeth, he moved to Kayla’s love button and pantomimed licking it with the strawberry. Kayla thought she would lose her mind. Finally, her hand reach down, pulled his face tight against her body and held it there. Enough was enough, he knew she was saying.

Then enough was what Kayla would get, and then some. His tongue pushed the half strawberry as deep into her body as it could, and he commenced feasting on her tangy juices. Up, down, sideways, kissing, sucking the most sensitive part, nipping it like he was trying to take a single seed off the berry, dipping his tongue into her juices and painting her vulva with a fresh coat, all while his fingers did a number on her deeper regions.

How Kayla avoided shrieking her lungs out was a mystery to be solved some other time. Probably the waitress’s presence factored in, because it was at least possible the waitress was giving Kayla mouth-to-mouth. David thought of factoring in an extra tip when he got out. It would not be soon, though; Kayla was gushing more vaginal fluid than he thought a non-pregnant woman could generate. He licked valiantly and swallowed as much as he could.

Finally, Kayla’s contractions subsided. David knew there would be more – probably revenge sex – when they got back to Kayla’s place, but he thought it would be worth it. He used one napkin to clean his face and gently, gently placed the second napkin against his lover’s perineum up to the public hair. He backed out from underneath the table. The waitress was now standing tall, and it was rather easy to hand her another 50-spot.

Kayla very slowly straightened herself out in her seat.

“Had you ever done that before?” she hissed.

“No,” David cheerfully replied, “just came up with the idea from your hair and that strawberry cream pie you put on your photos page.”

“You better take that damn Cialis now, because you’re going to be giving me creampies from now until tomorrow noon, you … you …“ A final shudder.

“Took it before we got here,” David replied, “a double dose like you said. Shall we?”

“Not yet. We are going to test whether you stay up for four hours and whether you croak on me. You had better not!”

Both of them grinned.

Do you want me to come up with more? Suggestions are welcome.