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Brandy walked through the grocery store. Faces blurred as she strolled the aisles. She was hungry but didn't know what she wanted, the craving only growing as she passed packaged foods, people, more food. She decided on a salad and headed towards the vegetable section. Mindlessly she began picking up tomatoes and checking them.  "Nice tomatoes," a voice behind her said.A smile broke out across her face as she looked up and noticed she was holding two large red tomatoes in front of her breasts. A man was standing in front of her; he was tall, with wavy brown hair and an infectious grin. "Thank you," Brandy said, placing the tomatoes into her plastic bag, "I think so, too." She went back to pick a few more when her hand was stopped by his reaching for the same one. "I like them full and ripe," he said as she drew her hand away. Brandy paused. Was he coming on to her or was he merely a fruit freak? He picked up the tomato and offered it to her. "I think you saw this first." Brandy let out a low sigh. He had come around the bin and was standing next to her. She could feel his eyes lingering on her breasts, tracing the outline of her lace bra through her almost sheer silk shirt. Now she remembered what she had been hungry for. "What are you making?" he asked. "A salad," she answered, happy that she had stopped at the grocery store before she had gone home and changed. She could smell the light scent of her perfume on her neck and she knew she looked good in her short tan skirt, stockings and heels. "A salad? That's not much. Eating alone?" He was forward, but she liked that. She couldn't believe what was going through her head as she stood over the tomato bin. "Actually I am," she answered. "What are you having?"  "Hmmm... I was thinking of strawberries, whipped cream, champagne and then dessert.""If strawberries and whipped cream is your main course, what would dessert be?" Brandy looked directly into his dark eyes, spreading her lips into a seductive smile. "What's your name?" the stranger asked. "Brandy," she answered, offering her hand. "I think Brandy would be a perfect dessert." He took her hand and held it to his lips, she could feel his warm breath, the soft impact of his kiss upon her fingers. "Would you care to join me?" Brandy didn't know what had come over her, but she smiled and nodded. "Do you think we need any tomatoes?" she asked, holding up the bag. "I don't think so," he answered and taking her arm, led her out of the store. When they arrived at his apartment Brandy could smell something wonderful cooking. "Why," she said surprised, "you're already cooking something." "It's true, actually. I just went to the supermarket to get something to drink with dinner." "Then what were you doing with the vegetables?" she asked. He laughed, his voice rich and warm. "I was following you. You are really beautiful, I just had to talk to you." He headed into the kitchen calling out to her, "Luckily we will be having a wonderful dinner tonight, and for you Brandy, a salad, chock full of tomatoes." She smiled again. This man was incredible, she thought to herself. They ate, talked, laughed and drank champagne. Throughout dinner Brandy was aware of how much her want for him was growing. Each time he laughed and looked at her the moisture in her sex spread. They were finished, and he was pouring her more champagne. "Tell me, Brandy," he said, filling up her glass, "are you hungry for dessert?" She looked into his eyes. Yes, she was hungry, she was starving for whatever he might want to feed her. He caught her look and suddenly his lips were upon hers. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, darting it in and out, tasting him. He lifted her out of her chair, his hands moving down her shirt, pausing over her breasts. He traced the shape of them, then slowly began undoing her buttons. He opened her shirt and slipped it off, standing back to admire her lace-covered mounds. His hands slid down her back, involuntarily she spread her legs. Her clit was becoming hard and her cunt was throbbing. His hands smoothed her skirt over her ass, he heaved, separating her round cheeks.  He unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. She was in her white panties, her garters and heels. She looked like the ultimate woman, long, curly hair tumbling down her back, body held together by a few straps and pieces of lace.She reached for him to pull him closer, bring him into her. "Wait," he whispered, then he disappeared back into the kitchen. Brandy stood there, like a lingerie model on display until he returned. In his hands he had the strawberries and whipped cream. She giggled, if nothing else he was true to his word. He took one strawberry and dipped it. He held it up to her mouth. She opened, sticking out her tongue and licking off all of the cool cream. His pants were bulging and she imagined it wouldn't be long until he tired of the game and took her. He dipped the strawberry again, this time running it down her chest, pulling down her bra and making dots of whip cream on each of her hard nipples. His tongue flicked over each disks, whirling and sucking until his teeth gave them a little bite. Brandy let out a moan, and thrust her hips forward, but he wouldn't be rushed. He took the cream in his fingers now, smearing it down her stomach, every place he put it he cleaned it off. He kissed her soft skin, tonguing out her belly button. Her legs were beginning it quiver and she wanted to feel the cold cream on her cunt. He lingered around her waist before he kneeled and reached her thighs. He was teasing her, covering her shaking thighs with cream, teasing the spot where her panties lined her crotch. He kissed her there and she grabbed his head, wanting to pull his face right into her pussy. He pulled down the silk white panties, leaving her garters and stockings. She was shaved bare and he was surprised for a moment, he slathered her pink lips with the sweet cream then went in tongue first. His licked and flicked her outside lips first, then began on her clit. Brandy swayed above him, she had been so ready that now her orgasm was going to come so fast. He held on to her full ass and kept his mouth moving, each time he hit her button she moaned. She could feel the fires licking at her belly. She pressed his head into her but not before he could slide two fingers in deep. He drew them in and out, filling her cunt and kissing her clit. She tried to hold back but her need had been building since dinner. The orgasm rushed over her. He held her up as she shook and bucked, pulling his hair and crying out. When she finished he gently laid her down. He undid his pants and his cock sprung out, it was rock hard and Brandy wondered how he could have kept it in his pants for so long. He slid it into her, she let out a gulp as his thickness filled her. He started slowly, caressing her hair, letting her feel his fullness, moving it in and out, pressing his body against her hard clit. She dug her long nails into his back and he thrust in deeper.  "Harder," she whispered to him.He smiled and thrust again, each time she would dig her nails in deeper until he began losing it. Pumping hard and fast, each stroke going deep inside of her. Brandy was still in a state of over sensitivity from her last orgasm and it wasn't long before her cunt was clenching around him. As he felt her orgasm beginning in the tightness of her walls he began to slow down, each of his movements was exquisite torture for her. "Please let me come," she whispered in his ear. He lost it. He began fucking her harder and faster, moving in and out with turbo charged penetration. Brandy's legs began to shake, her cunt was convulsing and she ripped his skin as the orgasm racked through her. He rammed in once more, then exploded. They lay there on the floor, covered in a mess of crushed strawberries and whipped cream. He rolled over off of her then got up on one elbow, moving a stray strand of hair from her face. "So," he said, "are you free for breakfast?"
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