Italy's Finest Produce

The smell of coffee brewing, made Lola’s stomach churn. She could never understand why it was enjoyed by so many. Watching customers pour into the busy café, Lola would shudder when they’d order another, ‘caffeine hit’. "If it wasn’t for the visual attraction behind the counter, I would never have set foot in a place like this" she would tell herself.

Every morning for the past week, Lola would dawdle her way through a slice of cake. Pretending to work on her laptop, her positioning purposefully planned, Miss. Lola had front row seats to the entire scene. Clear and uninterrupted. One quick glance up and her pussy would pout. The classic, 'Tall, Dark and Handsome' type. His words quiet with his body screaming sultry sexiness, Lola would endure just about anything to ‘get her fix’.

Curly, black hair atop a perfectly produced face, containing eyes with a level of hot that made you melt. 'Italy’s Finest Produce' Lola had labelled him, with the nickname 'Mr. Italy'.

Lola loved how his white shirt sat firmly against his body, indicating it contained a package of a tightly, toned torso. His butt hugging, black jeans outlined and showcased his manhood. It was the finishing touch for her.

“I’d lie to my mother just to rip his parcel open." Lola had confessed to herself. "My hands would inspect every rippled and rounded muscle one by one. Giving special attention, to one in particular” was one of Lola’s many devilish decisions. For a full hour, she’d create images and scenes so vivid, her heart would pound in her chest. A light sweat would form and trickle down between her breasts.

God may have created this delicious delight, but Lola swore Satan sent this temptation to tantalize and tease her. The lightning bolt felt deep within her loins at each wicked wonderment served as a warning. Indulging in any of these fornicating fantasies would see her struck down. Her halo shall not choke her though, she was confident of that. All 'Mr. Italy' had delivered to Lola was a service smile and a slice of cake. She needed an opportunity for her quest to be journeyed.

Snapping out of her daydreams, Lola motions she is ready to pay. Mind masturbation has once again caused her to be late for work. Mr. Italy drops the bill at her table with a nod and smile. Her panties moisten. Lola tosses a $10 note on the table, grabs the receipt and runs out the door.

Morning turns to evening and after another day with her 'arsehole boss', Lola can't wait to get home to 'The Bullet' her trusty dildo. Grasping at her friend and the latest memories of Mr. Italy, Lola beds down. Releasing all those pent up feelings is interrupted by the dwindling whir of 'The Bullet'. "Bloody cheap batteries", she whines.

Reaching inside her bag for some replacements Lola feels the receipt from her hidden agenda. Possibly delusional by this point she inhales its scent. Desperate to get a small smell that represented her Mr. Italy and assist Lola in her time of need. Unsuccessful, she reaches back in her bag for the batteries. The receipt floats to the floor catching her eye. There was something written on the back. A phone number and a name, Don.

Mustering all her courage she dials the number. A man answers and immediately gives the instructions, "Meet me at the café, I have some cake for you to try". It was him! It was Mr. Italy! Now also known as, Don! "Delicious Don" Lola whispers to herself. Faint with dizziness, her body trembling, she thinks she best pull herself together and get ready to try this cake! She expects its flavor will be unforgettable. Slipping on a light dress, she heads off for the tasting.

Arriving at the café, Lola's heart sinks. The place was very much still open with customers sitting at the tables. Images of an intimate evening alone with Don, are shattered. Still she goes in. Any extra time with him was worth it, he was her drug. Lola spots Don standing at the counter, he was smiling right at her. That big, warm smile of his was sincere and oh so sexy. Like a shot of whiskey makes you feel warm on the inside, his smile heated Lola's body all the way through. Her knees shook like when your a teenage girl and a boy says "I love you".

"Hi Don" her voice shook. Returning the greeting with a kiss on her cheek, he informs her there is a special placing for her in the kitchen. Lola has to hold back a gasp. Her nipples harden and legs become uneasy. Don steadies her with his big strong arms and helps her to her seat. His scent is sweetly seductive. It must have contained a potion to possess as Lola was definitely in a zombie like state, allowing him to lead her anywhere.

Beginning, with what looked like a classic chocolate cake, Don slowly slices a slither, adding a cherry to the plate. He forks a small, mouth sized piece and delivers it to Lola's willing mouth. Quietly watching her consume his offering, he looks deep into her eyes, reaching through to her soul and awakening every sexual sense within her. Lola swallows and Don leans forward, caressing her lip with the tip of his tongue. "You had some chocolate there" he lies. Lola accepts his untruth and the cherry he places in her mouth. He holds the tip as she sucks the juicy goodness away.

His soft hand reaches out and cups the side of her face, leaning in his mouth melts to hers. Lips locked and tongues tangling, Don begins to caress her breasts firmly. Lola moans. The omission of a bra gave him the opportunity to pinch at her erect nipples and create Lola's obvious submission to allow him to have his way. She had to remind herself to breathe, he was so competent and confident with the path he traced around her chest.

No words, only movements, Don stands and pulls Lola's chair away from the table. Holding her hands he pulls her body towards his, with force. Again, those big strong arms are placed around her. They are safe and she trusts them as they lift her up, placing her legs around his hips. Lola throws her arms around him and holds on whilst he massages her back in a downward motion, reaching her pulsating pussy. Don flirts his fingers around in the juices flowing from her hole, slowly inserting one in and out, priming Lola for what he was preparing in his pants.

Like a Karma Sutra master and without fault, he unzips himself and thrusts his hot, hard rod up. Hands holding Lola's ass, Don bounces her up and down, sucking and nibbling her breasts that spilled over the top of her flimsy dress. Lola could hear customers in the café and knew she must keep her lips closed, the pleasure inside her were cause for audible gratitude at a loud level.

Don's passion and professional use of his tools, told Lola she had found herself an authentic Italian Stallion. A rare breed, with his intention to intensify all your senses and complete his job with the single goal of, orchestrating your orgasm.

Don bit down on Lola's shoulder and held her hard against him. Continuing his internal treatment, with a powerful motion. Moments later, Lola's capacity to control herself, waned and she screamed out. A customer hears her cries and thinks she maybe in trouble. Lola is so close to climax and Don shows no concern about the man that is now calling out that he is coming to help. Don senses her fear of an intruder and throws his body into a pumping workout. Sweat glistened on his chest and streamed down his body, joining the river of celebration from Lola's orgasm. "I'm coming, I'm coming" she screams. Satisfied Lola was ok, the man takes his seat.

After catching her breathe but before fathoming what just happened, Lola tells Don that she would be willing to attend any other cake testing he may be offering in the future.

By Lynda Gordon