adults at play - 3

chapter 1

He lowered himself onto the couch beside her, his sweatpants already on, and his T-shirt straining. She looked across. Her eyes danced across the plate in his hand, spotting the large slice of cheesecake upon it. Her decision to bake a second that week had now been vindicated. She smiled contentedly to herself, and watched on intently, as mouthful after fattening mouthful of cheesecake began to leave the plate. She was amazed he still had room left after the restaurant that night, less than an hour or so ago. Now a very willing voyeur to his greed - his inability to resist the temptation that she lay in his path - she felt an urge to interject.

She leant over, kissed him on the cheek, and patted his belly with her hand. "Wow, someone's hungry tonight," she said.

He put down the spoon, adjusted the volume on the remote, and looked across at her.

"Just a pre-bed treat, you know me," he said. His chubby cheeks broke into a broad smile.

"Oh, ... I do," she replied, as she slid her hand beneath his belly and shook it for him. "Intimately."

"But the restaurant was meant to be your pre-bed treat, don't you remember?"

He sighed pleasurably at her playful touch. He hoped her hand might wander south. But it did not. He picked up the spoon again.

"Don't be like that," he said, as he shovelled another large spoonful of cheesecake into his mouth.

"I'm meant to be gaining, aren't I? ... And besides, it's only 'one' little slice." He grasped her hand and used it to pat his belly again.

"Nobody ever got fat from 'one' little slice before, now did they?" he asked, a wry smile rippling across his lips.

She bit her own lip in return. He was such a tease.

"No," she answered. "You're quite right."

"But you know what they say ....," she leant in close to him.

"Lots and lots of little slices ...," she crept her fingers across his belly.

"Will end up making you fat". She jabbed her index finger deep into his belly fat. "Very fat indeed," she giggled, grinning at him like a Cheshire cat.

"Oh? You're calling me fat now, huh?" he replied, with mock surprise, as he swatted her index finger away. "Well that's charming, isn't it? I didn't come here to be insulted you know. I just came here to enjoy this cheesecake and your company." He lifted the plate for show.

She smiled, her eyes flashing mischievously.

"Well," she said, pausing for effect, "seeing as you're so sensitive about your weight tonight, let's just agree that you're not so thin anymore, are you?"

"And who's fault is that?" he quipped, accusingly, knowing full well her constant baking had gotten the better of him.

She slid over to his side of the couch. "Well I'm not the one eating cheesecake right now, am I?" she whispered in his ear, triumphantly.

She ran her hand around his waist towards a thickened love handle on the other side and sank her fingers deeply into the silky-soft flesh. "Yes," she said, "definitely not thin anymore, are we?"

His chubby cheeks began to fill with colour. She smiled, knowing that she'd hit her mark. Her ability to read him like a book never failed.

"Well you're the one who baked it," he sneered at her, playfully, motioning to the cheesecake, and sticking out his tongue.

"So sue me," she replied, smiling back at him. "It's not my fault I like baking." She patted his belly. "Nor that calories have consequences; didn't you know about that?"

" 'Ha' ... 'ha' ...," he replied, sarcastically. He scooped up the last spoonful of cheesecake and popped it in his mouth.

"Well," he handed her the empty plate as he chewed. "Seeing as delicious as this cheesecake of yours is, I think I'll forgive you for calling me fat, ... if," he paused, "you go get me another slice."

Before he had a split-second to reconsider, she was already on her feet and heading for the kitchen door, the empty plate in her hand.

"Deal!" she shouted back at him. "But promise me I get to feed it to you."

"Okay, I promise," he replied. "But only one slice, remember!?" he shouted after her as she walked away. "Because I wouldn't want to end up getting fat, now would I?"

She halted in her tracks by the kitchen door and turned to face him. "Oh no, we wouldn't want that, now would we?" She smiled at him. "But I think we both know you're way past that."

She winked and disappeared into the kitchen.

"One more slice it is," she shouted, reaching for the cheesecake from the fridge. 'To make you even fatter,' she whispered beneath her breath.

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Hehevery lovely and the teasing and overall love between both is great ^^smiley
hurgon 2 weeks
Glorious as always!
Erotically charged. Very good job of this!
Nicely done