The Case of the Ice Cream Sundae
(A little ATC story from TCOT Promoters Pillbox. It's a special request. It also contains a spice warning, so beware.)
Perry watched Della spooning the ice cream into her mouth while listening to Herbert Simms. With each spoonful she took, Perry grew more uncomfortable on the small stool.
He was wishing he was a spoon, or the ice cream. But most of all, he wished he and Della were in their bedroom and he had that sundae and….
"Perry? Are you listening?"
"Of course, Della. But I think we should be going now. Have a nice evening Herbert."
He took Della's arm to escort her out to the car. After he had helped her in and closed the door, he leaned in the window for a quick kiss.
"I'll be right back. I forgot to tell Herbert something."
Returning to the shop, he pulled the young man aside, making his request. After a few minutes, he returned to the car carrying a paper bag. At Della's question of what it was, Perry just smiled and pulled the car into traffic.
Once they arrived home, Perry parked the car in the garage, and helping Della from the car. Once they were inside, Perry pulled Della into an embrace and kissed her deeply. When Della finally broke the kiss, she looked into his eyes, now the color of a midnight sky.
"Mr. Mason, just what is going on in that fantastic, devious mind of yours?"
Gazing into his wife's beautiful eyes, Perry almost forgot his plan. But then she reached up to undo his tie. He grabbed her hands.
"If you'll follow me to our bedroom, I'll tell you, my love."
Della started to reply, but Perry silenced her with another kiss.
Taking her by the hand, he pulled her down the hallway toward the bedroom. He slowly and gently undressed her, then picked her up to lay her on the bed.
"Do not move."
"But Perry…"
"Della"
"Yes sir."
Perry left and returned moments later, carrying the paper bag. When he reached in and removed a large container, Della started to sit up.
Perry sat on the edge of the bed, pushing her back down.
"Now, my dear Mrs. Mason. Since you wouldn't share you sundae with me at the shop, I decided to have one of my own. And you are going to serve as my…ah…dish."
Della's eyes grew wide. Perry chuckled as he used a spoon to drop the ice cream onto her breast. Della squealed as the cold confection hit. But when Perry leaned over to lick the ice cream off, her squeal turned to a delighted moan.
Perry continued down her body, dropping spoonfuls of the dessert, then taking his time to lick it off. He used the spoon to bring the cherry out, placing it in her navel. Leaving it there, he continued down her body, finally reaching his objective.
Della was moaning and writhing until Perry finally brought her to a climax. As she lay panting in exhaustion, Perry leaned in and sucked the cherry from her navel, licking his lips as he finished the little fruit.
"Mmmmmm. Now that's the way to eat a sundae." Perry leaned forward to give Della a kiss, but she pushed him away.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong. Did I hurt you?"
Della struggled to sit up. "No, but I'm so sticky I feel like a piece of flypaper."
Perry threw back his head and laughed. "Well, my love, I suggest we adjourn to the shower to take care of that problem.
As he helped her out of bed, she gave him a sly grin. "Perry?"
"Yes, Della."
"Is there any ice cream left?"
