JR strolled down the final aisle of Miami's World Food Market, verifying that she had checked off all the items on Petra's list. They were having a night in and Petra wanted to cook a traditional Czech meal for her - Goulash, she believed it was pronounced. She was headed toward the register, making mental note of items in the basket (beef, onions, garlic, etc.) when she noticed it on the shelf, Kvasene Uhorky.
JR had never seen a woman eat pickles so fast in her life, these jars didn't last in the fridge longer than a week tops. Petra didnt even like then with anything, she just chomped on them plain! JR smiled as she picked up the jar, realizing it was one of the weird adorable idiosyncrasies she loved about the blonde.
Later, as they unpacked groceries, Petra saw the jar of pickles and did a little happy shimmy that JR caught in the corner of her eye.
"Did you just do a happy dance...because of pickles?" JR asked mildly amused.
"Absolutely, not. I was stretching. You know, the groceries were kind of heavy-", Petra trailed off unconvincingly.
JR cocked her patented, sexy, all-knowing eyebrow and Petra acquiesced.
"Fine. But you know how much I have loved these since I was a child, and I'll have you know they are not just pickles, They're Czech pickles!" she finished proudly.
Petra opened the jar taking one out, brandishing it in the air, and offering it up for JR to taste, "Try one."
"I'll pass" JR answered, slightly scrunching up her nose.
"Come On!" Petra implored jestfully, as she playfully chased JR around the kitchen island with the pickle, before finally pinning her.
"I dont even really like pickles." JR smiled , swatting at the pickle Petra kept putting in her face.
"Its not a pickle, it's Kvasene Uhorky!" Petra pouted, jutting her adorable bottom lip out when JR didnt seem impressed.
"Fine. How much do you Really Like what's on the other side of this pickle" Petra said teasingly as she put half of the small pickle in her mouth and leaned toward her lover.
JR rolled her eyes, giggling in defeat before kissing the tip of the pickle and biting down, splitting the pickle in two with a quick kiss. They both finished their pickle happily, lightly dallying with eachother's hair, when Petra got an unmistakable look in her eye.
"You are so gonna owe me a shower-" JR started as Petra eagerly interrupted, "Promise!" before kissing JR lightly while helping her hop on the counter. The kiss started casually, but deepened as JR grabbed Petra's head and back, pulling her into the space between her legs. Petra took full advantage of her closeness to the jar, dipping her fingers in before running them across JR's neck.
Petra reluctantly left JR's lips to trail kisses down her neck, slowly licking and inhaling the brine she'd just left there, "Mmmm, catnip".
JR couldn't contain her throaty laugh, "So me smelling like pickles is what it takes to turn you on?"
"Or you legal speaking", Petra started, lifting the brunette's shirt over her head.
"Or you in business suits" tracing kisses around her breasts as she unhooked her bra.
"Or when your right eyebrow gets all condescending. God is that a turn on." Petra continued, pulling her grey athletic slacks down.
"Or when you do this thing called breathing" Petra finished, placing a gentle kiss on the hip bone of JR's now naked form.
Petra stood, "You know, now that I think about it, it's ridiculously unfair for you to be so unreasonably attractive on top of everything else". JR grinned cheekily, before bringing the blonde's lips in to meet her own again, "You're one to talk".
Petra grabbed the pickle jar and asked JR to lean back on the counter. Petra swirled around in the jar, getting a cucumber drenched in juice. She traced each breast and nipple with the vegetable, leaving a liberal amount of brine in her tracks. Her tongue followed closely behind lapping up every bead of juice and sucking on JR's nipple thirstly, as if she was hoping for more. JR held Petra's head tight to her chest, moaning deeply at the blonde's attention, nipples hardening.
Petra begrudginly let the second breast go with a wet plop, as she continued her descent. She brought the pickle to the top of JR's mound, locking eyes with her, before slipping it between her moistening lips. She flicked the brunette's clit with it a few times, making JR roll her eyes back with a hoarsed "Shit, baby", before bringing the pickle down to tease her entrance.
Petra thought long and hard, but decided not to press her luck on the first time; smiling before stopping and bringing the pickle up to her mouth. She held JR's gaze entrancingly, as she licked every remanent of JR off the vegetable while lazily rubbing the her clit.
"Baby, you have no idea how hot that is", JR said in heavily aroused surprise.
Petra laughed mischievously, breaking the pickle in half before squeezing the juice over JR's center until it ran on the floor. "I guess this counts as traditional Czech appetizer", she chuckled before diving in. She nibbled, sucked, lapped at JR like a starved woman, tasting every cleft. The deliciously salty brine of the pickle juice mixed with JR's own was making her incredibly horny, her moans mirroring JR's own.
JR's breath picked up signaling her impending release, and Petra shifted focus to give sole attention to her engorged bundle of nerves. JR ran her fingers threw the blonde's hair warning her, "Petra, baby, right there. I'm gonna cum". Petra placed her middle and ring finger in JR's mouth as she trembled with release, and watched in aroused astonishment as JR sucked every juice soaked finger clean with a moan.
Petra made her way back up to the counter top and leaned her forhead against JR's breathing heavily. JR still glossy-eyed but beaming, confessed, "I dont like pickles, but I liked that very much", before kissing the blonde sweetly.
Petra helped her down from the counter, took her hand, as they walked to the shower cuddling.
"Let's get you cleaned up before dinner."