I can’t remember what led to the experience, but the incredible combination of strawberries, whipped cream, and Ray will never be forgotten.

He had planned the evening to include dinner out and dessert in. The champagne was chilled, the strawberries were cold and clean, the whipped cream waited by the bed in the hotel room. We sipped champagne as Ray slowly and tenderly massaged my feet and ankles, moving his hand up my legs until it rested just below the juncture with my pelvis.

I was completely relaxed, my eyes shut, and I was hot and wet. The sound of whipped cream being sprayed enticed me to imagine the feeling of it against my skin. I could smell a strawberry as Ray’s mouth brought it close to my lips. As he put it between my lips and his tongue explored mine, I savored the sweet strawberry taste. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sounds, smells, and touches.

The next strawberry must have been designed for its purpose. It fit the contours of my neck perfectly. Ray slid it down from my earlobe to the valley between my breasts, his tongue lightly tracing along the line of strawberry juice and whipped cream. My skin tingled all over. Then a feeling of inexplicable contentment overcame me as, feeding me the strawberry, he drew a warm, wet cloth across what had been its path, leaving no trace of the sweet, sticky juices.

I cried out as I felt a cool, soft texture circle first my right nipple, then the left. I opened my eyes and looked down to see a pink mixture of strawberry juice and whipped cream coating the dark circles around my aroused nipples. Ray’s tongue circled slowly, then he drew one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, until my breathing become shallow and my hips were rising off the bed. He moved to the other breast, and as he gave it the same treatment, I came. With the warm cloth sustaining my excitement, he removed all evidence of the juices. Using another strawberry as the brush, he painted a trail of whipped cream around my navel. His tongue followed, teasing, caressing, dipping inside.

As the final sweet strawberry was covered with whipped cream, I felt my own juices sliding slowly down my thighs. The sensation of the satiny cream as Ray slowly and softly slipped the strawberry between the lips of my moist pussy and against my clit cast me over the edge again. I couldn’t contain my cries of pleasure as he caressed and massaged and urged me on I screamed louder and came harder as he continued to move the strawberry against my clit.

Just when I was certain the intensity could go no higher, I felt myself soaring to heights never before reached, crying out without restraint and coming so hard that Ray thought the strawberry juice had been crushed from the fruit. He calmed me with his quiet voice and soft caresses, then sent me over the edge once more as he held me tight and slid his cock deep within me. If the lovemaking could have been even more heavenly, Ray achieved it by holding me through the night, giving completely and asking nothing in return.