Friday Flashback – Afternoon Delights

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I know that it isn’t Friday now but I promise I started working on this on Friday!.

Monica slipped the invitation out of the thick cream envelope. Her brow furrowed as she read the cryptic note.  

Your presence is desired at the home of Evelyn Palmer

To share in an afternoon of decadence

Dress; Semi formal daytime wear, heels essential, no trousers.

Her neighbour, Amanda, had mentioned Evelyn’s afternoon teas. She had insisted that they were an experience not to be missed but was reluctant to explain exactly why. Later that afternoon Monica showed Amanda the note. 

“I thought she liked you.” Amanda grinned, “This is going to be something that you will not forget.”

Amanda’s words rang in Monica’s ears as she stood in front of her closet deciding what to wear. 

“It needs to be something very feminine.” Amanda had advised. “Nothing too revealing though. Make sure you wear some noteworthy shoes though and maybe even some pearls if you have some.” 

The dress code puzzled her. Monica had tried to get more information from Amanda but she had been typically vague. Monica began to feel as if she was on the verge of being recruited to some cult like secret society. She expressed her hesitation to Amanda,

“You HAVE to go!” Amanda was scandalised that her friend was passing up the opportunity”I will never speak to you again if you don’t” 

Standing in front of the mirror Monica studied her reflection for flaws. She worried that her dress would not be quite right or that she was wearing too much makeup, or not enough. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table she realised it was time to leave, a surge of nerves rushed through her stomach,  

“Really!” she scolded herself in the mirror. “It is afternoon tea with a group of women. How bad could it be!” She picked up her purse and made her way down the stairs.

Trepidation filled Monica as she stepped into Evelyn’s garden. Six other women were seated at a perfectly decorated table. With the air of a perfectly composed hostess, Evelyn guided Monica to an empty chair and pulled it away from the table for her. Once she was seated Evelyn introduced Monica to the other guests who welcomed her warmly. The conversation began to flow and the newcomer to the other guests. Monica felt herself relax, just the tiniest bit. The other women were like her, a little keyed up but as they made their way through small talk they found some common ground and the conversation began to flow.

“Excuse me, how would you like your tea?” a male voice at her elbow startled Monica. She hadn’t thought that Evelyn would employ staff for something like this. She turned to respond but was she saw pushed all rational responses completely out of her mind, The young man standing beside her, patiently holding a tea pot was completely naked. There was a brief pause in the conversation and Monica felt a blush creeping up her neck. The hum of conversation resumed as if this was perfectly normal. Monica started to realise why Amanda had been so secretive. Following the lead of the other women she took a breath and composed herself.  

“Black with one sugar thanks,” she hoped her voice didn’t sound too odd as she tried to avoid looking at the penis which was just at her eye height. The young man gracefully filled her cup and added the sugar. His actions were perfectly natural as if he served women tea fully naked every day of his life. He moved on to the next guest filling each cup with the same grace. Trying to be subtle, Monica took in the lines of his body. He was athletic but not over muscled. Very pleasant to look at. As he made his way along the other side of the table Monica felt safe to take a look at his penis, It was “in between”. Not completely flaccid but with some shape. It seemed to have a life of it’s own as he moved between the guests. Something about watching him sent a deep warm shiver through her.  

“I love watching them,” Belinda, the woman seated next to her, interrupted Monica’s thoughts. “That is part of the fun, but you must never touch unless Evelyn invites you to.”

“OK,” Monica replied, “Thanks for the tip.” She leaned back in her chair and sipped her tea. The afternoon had taken on a surreal air. Monica was starting to feel as if she was Alice and had fallen down a rabbit hole.  

“Excuse me,” another male voice interrupted Monica’s reverie. She turned towards the voice. If the first server had been pleasant to look at this one was positively pornographic. His skin had a slight sheen to it and she noticed that his nipples were firm. Inside her bra Monica felt her own nipples hardening and a slight throb echoed between her legs. The young man held a tray of treats. With a slight quiver Monica indicated two cakes and the man neatly transferred them to her plate. 

“Thank you” she said quietly. He nodded his head and then made his way around the rest of the table. When each plate was full he set his tray on the side table and stood beside his friend with his hands behind his back. His cock was slightly firmer than his friend. As he stood there, completely exposed, being quietly observed by a group of women dressed to the nines, Monica could have sworn that his erection grew larger. 

The afternoon passed pleasantly, cups were emptied and replenished. More cakes were offered. No one in the group touched either of the young men but Monica began to feel a haze of lust intensifying. Gazes lingered, the ladies touched their own necklines as the servers passed. The air even seemed to have a hint of female musk. Just when Monica thought she could no longer contain the ache in her own cunt Evelyn drained the last of her tea from her cup and placed it upside down on her saucer. 

The two young men stepped forward and stood on either side of Evelyn’s chair. The conversation around the table frittered away to silence as every pair of eyes was turned towards the head of the table.  

“Monica’s shoes are the most exquisite things I have ever seen,” Evelyn commented to the group as if she were continuing the conversation. “Turn your chair out so that we can see them.” she smiled encouragingly at Monica. Embarrassed Monica turned her chair so that her legs were pulled out from under the table. 

“Eric just adores beautiful women’s shoes don’t you?” Evelyn looked up to the pornographic your man who had moved to stand beside Monica. There was a small sigh from the women around the table. “Show Monica how you feel about her shoes Eric.” Evelyn commanded. 

Monica’s heart almost beat out of her chest as Eric kneeled in front of her. Reverently he reached down and took her left foot in his hands. Monica held her breath as bent down and placed his lips on the toe of her shoe. Monica was transfixed 

“Don’t, move” Belinda whispered in her ear. 

Monica glanced at Belinda, her eyes glittered with desire as she watched Eric kissing every inch of Monica’s shoe. 

“Isn’t that the most beautiful thing?” Belinda’s voice was husky, “A man like that adoring you so perfectly.” 

Monica looked down. Eric’s fingers had slipped inside her shoe and were pressing against her instep as he kissed along the edge of her shoe. His lips brushed against the skin of her foot and a shudder went through her. Unconsciously Monica pressed her clenched fists against her pubis. 

Eric stopped kissing and rocked back on his heels. His cock was fully engorged and it stood out proudly in front of him. His hand remained, resting on her foot. Beside Monica, Belinda made a small sound of desire. At the head of the table Evelyn emained impassive.

“If he pleases you,” She spoke clearly and firmly. “You may borrow him for the afternoon. He is quite attentive and will tend to your every whim.” 

Monica felt heat colouring her cheeks. “I don’t know what to say,” she stammered.

“You don’t need to say anything,” Evelyn smiled warmly at her. “Just enjoy yourself. Eric won’t do anything you don’t ask him to do.” 

There was a collective sigh of desire as Eric held his hand out to Monica and helped her stand. Monica realised her panties were soaking but she didn’t care all that mattered was this man and the adventure ahead of her. As she gathered her handbag Belinda whispered to her,

”Welcome to the club, have a fantastic afternoon.” 

Every Damn Day in June

2 thoughts on “Friday Flashback – Afternoon Delights

  1. I promise Lovely and I didn’t read this until now even though we filmed our little skit that is much like this! How hot and erotic! Lovely even discussed how her feet never callous so she could be a foot model! Perfect for following your erotica as a script, though she laments she keeps getting blisters during our riverside runs.

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