Sunday Bruinch with Honey

Honey-Lee–the journeys of a TG Nympho
Chapter 5 – Sunday Brunch

We pull into the Holmstead’s long driveway and when I see the neatly manicured lawns and big house, I’m glad we chose to bring the sports car rather than the van. Mike greets us at the door. “Come in! Come in!” he booms. “Gloria’s out back”. He leads us through the beautiful high-ceilinged open great room to the lanai where Gloria is fussing over a large table laden with food and two covered stainless steel food warmers.

“You’re here! So glad you could come” she shrieks, and hugs us both like long-lost old friends. “Let Mike get you some liquid sunrise. It’s just Florida orange juice and champagne” she confides “but soooo refreshing.” Mike is right there with tall, slim, stemmed glasses. It seems perfectly natural as we lift our glasses in a toast and Gloria exclaims “to a wonderful friendship”.

We settle on comfortable patio chairs to sip our drinks and chat about the weather, the magnificent view of their back yard, the price of gasoline and the latest nonsense from Tallahassee. While we chat I take a closer look at our new friends. Mike is clean shaven but with a hint of shadow setting off his glistening white teeth. He’s still wearing the heavy gold chain but is minus the big rings. I’m silently grateful the rings are gone because they were so big, they looked like they might hurt a girl if those hands happened to get anywhere intimate.

Gloria is magnificent! She has a silken white blouse, gathered in folds to a deep v-neck displaying her creamy cleavage, silk gathered under the breasts to thrust them upward, the silk flounced at the bottom almost like a skirt emphasizing the tops of her generous but curvaceous hips. Hardly concealing her long shapely legs, she wears diaphanous toreador pants, split down the sides so each step she takes flashes a glimpse of flawless skin. Silver heeled slippers coordinate with huge silver hoops in her ears, barely concealed by her thick, cascading blonde hair, just about three shades darker than mine. She outshines me by a thousand candle power but it is her vivacious personality and flashing smile that makes her so outstanding.

Still, I notice as we chat that Mike hardly takes his eyes off of me. As he replenishes my glass of Liquid Sunrise, he touches my hair and says “you look even sexier today than yesterday. You exude musky sensuality from every pore.”

I glance quickly at Gloria, but she smiles “I agree with Mike, Honey. You give off more heat than a hot tamale”. I look over at Paul but he seems to be enjoying the exchange and the big bulge in his dress shorts tells me he’s a happy man.

Suddenly, we’re all famished and taking plates from the sideboard proceed to fill them with selections from the wonderful smorgasbord. Eggs Benedict, golden pan-fried potatoes, crispy bacon, salty lox, thick buttered toast, outrageously delicious strawberry jam (from the local farmer’s market Gloria reveals), full rich coffee – and even honey. We chat sporadically over the scrumptious meal, but near the end, Mike picks up the container off honey and remarks, “I’d like to lick some of this directly from a hot honey-pot.”

Instantly, the sexual tension that has been electrifying the air between us ever since our arrival snaps. Gloria rises from her chair, slides onto Paul’s lap, puts her arms around his neck and kisses him full on the lips. His arms go around her and then I lose sight of him as Mike is pulling me to my feet and escorting me into the house. There he kisses me deeply, cups my bottom to pull me close against his crotch and lets the heat build before laying me back onto the big oak dining room table which is covered with a white linen table cloth. “Just like a banquet” he smiles as he drops his shorts and pulls his golf shirt over his head. Then he pauses to admire his intended feast for a moment before bending over me.

Speaking earlier of musky sensuality ! I don’t know if it is a cologne or natural but as Mike’s odor fills my nostrils with man-scent, I do indeed feel totally like the slut Paul senses in me, just a bundle of unquestioning sexual demand. Mike senses it too, but is gentle enough to remove my clothing without tearing it and placing it neatly on a chair. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he removes my panties and discovers my tg-girl clit. He spreads my legs out to the edges of the table and takes my clit gently in his mouth. I lay back luxuriating in the multiple inputs to my senses: musky man smell, hard table under my back, the sound of Mike’s breathing and of his licking tongue, the sight of the heavy crystal chandelier hanging over me – and then the exquisite feelings as Mike’s tongue moves downward.

First he moistens the sensitive outer folds of my tg-pussy with his tongue, then sucks those tissues into his mouth, exerting such suction that I can feel them becoming engorged with blood. Only when my outer folds are fully extended does Mike allow his tongue to enter my pussy which by then is screaming for attention. All the while his mouth is attending to my pussy, his hands are touching, caressing, stroking my inner thighs, my tummy and my wide-spread legs.

I just lie there and enjoy and am hardly aware when my hips begin an involuntary, undulating, grind, Mike’s unmistakable cue to mount me.