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Chapter 3

Lesson 2 – Stoking a flame

A week had passed since that unforgettable lunch appointment with Candy and he could have sworn her fragrance was still clinging to his skin. That day he'd walked out of her apartment in a haze of amazement, elation, discomfort and sexual frustration all rolled into one. Somehow he had managed to drive home safely, where without delay he rushed to his luxurious bathroom and quickly removed all his garments before stepping into the shower, allowing the warm water to work its magic on his painfully aroused body. He closed his eyes, reliving the images of his lunch 'lesson'. Without hesitation, he vigorously sought to obtain the overdue release to his own physical needs as the warm water washed over his body and the feel of her breasts was still present on his mind. He climaxed almost immediately as soon as he remembered the slickness of her womanhood and the way her body shuddered with the waves of pleasure that signalled her own release.

Presently he was alone yet again sitting at a desk, in a city far away from Chicago on a business trip; wishing to be somewhere else, with someone else, close to her, almost inside her... As it was his custom when he was absent, he had ordered her lunch from a local restaurant. Glancing at the clock for the tenth time, he guessed she would be just about ready to eat by now. He looked outside his office window, for a moment lost in his own thoughts, fantasising for a brief second about what would she look like as she sat at her own small dining table? Would she be reading his note now, what would she make out of it? Would she really be capable of doing exactly what he had asked her to do? "Shut up..." he chided his own mental dialogue "if I want to see her soon I have to concentrate and finish all this as soon as possible". But all his self reproach was futile; his mind was already wondering off, leaving the office and floating thru the city buildings, taking him to her. In fact, he was already looking at her sitting at her dining table and savouring her delicious lunch, hopefully doing exactly what his note told her to do...

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"My dearest Candy,

I know you're tired, I can tell. Your letters sound hopeful and warm but they cannot mask the air of uncertainty and pressure I know you are going through. I may act like a reckless young man at times, my dearest, but I am not stupid. This situation is unbearable for both of us and I know it. I need to feel the warmth of your arms around me as I wake up each morning, my lips savouring each and every inch of your body and I believe you feel the same way.

The physical distance seems insurmountable at times but an emotional distance would be far worse. What's happening to us, my love? I fear that we're losing ourselves slowly and our love is succumbing to the strains of the distance between us. Is it that everything is ending between us and we just don't know it yet? My love for you beats within my heart with each breath that I take but right now I feel that our life together is nothing but a promise that may never be. And yet... almost against all logic my heart still belongs to you. I want to shout to the four winds how much I love you but I understand we both have reasons why we cannot do this right now. Still, I can't sleep; I am surrounded by people full of praise and admiration and yet I feel completely empty and so alone without you by my side. I need you in my life like I need air; it is as if my whole body can no longer deny that I love you and cannot exist without your touch. I am afraid of being overwhelmed by our circumstances and lose myself to this fear of losing you and what little we do have. However, having said that I also fear losing myself to the hope of having you if this is not where we are both heading.

My dearest Candy, do we really have a future or will our dream be just an illusion that will never bear fruit?

I will see you very soon and I will ask you a question. Upon this answer I hope we can begin to plan what the rest of our lives will bring.

Eternally yours,

Your beloved..."

"Why do you write such things" she cried softly as she placed the letter in her drawer. The mail had arrived early that Friday morning, bringing her a letter from her beloved and another from her 'tutor'. She knew he'd be away for almost two weeks as he had left last Saturday after their 'lesson' so his note was probably just a courtesy letter telling her to enjoy his customary lunchtime offering.

After she read the letter from her beloved, she took a few moments to clear her thoughts and process her feelings. She knew he was right, what were they doing? They loved each other, but had not discussed their future or even knew how achieving a life together would even be possible. Every clandestine meeting, every secret letter did nothing to pave a path towards the future they both desperately wanted to share. As she looked outside her window she knew she could never love him in secret, not now when she was discovering her own carnal desires and awakening a dormant passion that she never knew she had. She wanted to feel his body pressed hard against hers, inside her, making love feverishly until the early hours of the morning and waking up in a tangled haze of naked bodies, desire and passion. She wanted to love him desperately, intimately, passionately and completely and one day, to carry and give birth to his children.

She closed her eyes and remembered how last Friday her breasts had clamoured for her beloved, because in her mind he'd been there touching, caressing, probing and finally satisfying some of the incredible heat her body had experienced. Yes, she needed him. She loved him with every cell in her body but it was clear they were going nowhere... He has to make a choice and turn his back on a particular person in order to be with her. Would she, sweet innocent and all self-sacrificing Candy be willing to accept the cost of such actions? Could she live with the consequences?

Unable to answer any the questions his missive was stirring within her mind, she sat on her couch and opened the letter from the tutor. As soon as she tore the envelope and unfolded the neat pieces of paper, she felt like a little ray of sunshine spilled out of its confines and filled the room with the memory of his dazzling smile.

"Dear Candy,

Whilst this cat is away, I'd like my little 'mouse' to play...

As it is my custom, I've organized for lunch to be delivered today. However, I've taken the liberty to arrange a little surprise for you. Well, it's not exactly a surprise but more of a task...

When lunch arrives, there will be another package delivered as well. I'd like you to eat lunch wearing my surprise and doing a special homework task that we shall revise upon my return next week.

As you know, our lessons are coming to an end all too soon. I will be married in three weeks and away for almost two months. I believe there is a lesson of the outmost importance for you to master, one that will serve you well for the rest of your life. This lesson takes a little effort but at the same time it is something that will bring great rewards and only you can accomplish.

By now you're probably wondering what in the world am I taking about, right? I can almost see you wrinkling your lovely little nose...

Well, my dear, what I want you to learn is self-love. Not the kind of love from the Ten Commandments, but more precisely self pleasure. You see, the incredible pleasure you experienced last week can be satisfied not just by your beloved but by yourself as well. As a man, I can honestly tell you that we've all been teased about it, sometimes shamed into thinking it is an abomination but, well, secretly it is something that we all do from time to time for different reasons...

So today, as you eat your lunch wearing your 'surprise' I'd like you to look at yourself in a mirror and appreciate your body thru the eyes of your beloved. Look at yourself in the same way he'd look at you. Touch yourself were you'd like him to touch you. Imagine him sitting beside you as you eat your lunch; your lips wrapping themselves seductively around each morsel, the tongue in his mouth just begging to lick any crumbs that fall on your creamy breasts.

Candy, please remember that when think you're alone, you really aren't. He's there with you, satisfying your desire, stoking your fire. And one day when you are finally together in the same space, in the same bed it will be as if it had always been that way. Your body will remember and react to his touch, welcoming him to you, welcoming him home where he belongs.

And now you're probably wondering why am I telling you all this, betraying the sacred secrets of manhood to you? Well, to put it simply: I love and care for you... and I want whatever and whoever is best for you. All I want is for you to be happy and if he's the one that your heart wants, well then, that's what I want for you.

I shall see you next week.

Your tutor"

A gentle smile adorned her lips and she carefully placed the letter back inside the envelope, trembling with the emotions his words had stirred. He knew exactly what to say at the precise moment when her heart was aching. She wasn't a silly little girl anymore so she knew they were both a little infatuated with each other, but they were always mindful of one another's choices and obligations. Their lessons whilst 'educational' for both, were more of a thinly disguised way to explore their curiosity with each other's bodies before it was too late to do anything about it; and as always there was the explicit understanding that nothing more could come of it. The sudden knock on the door broke her away from musings and she sprung from her seat to open the door.

The young delivery boy handed Candy a large white box wrapped with a large pink bow and a large brown paper bag from which a delicious smell emanated. "These are for you Miss Candy, the box arrived at the restaurant yesterday with a note requesting it to be delivered today with your lunch order" he said with an eager smile. Miss Candy was always so lovely and her tips were always very generous.

Candy took the packages and handed a large bank note to the grateful delivery boy. "Thank you Charlie, here, this is for you. You must have had trouble carrying all this by yourself". The boy looked at the note in horror for a moment. "I am sorry, Miss, I do not have any change to give you" he said as he extended the note back towards Candy. She gave him a hearty laugh "Please Charlie! It's all yours. You have managed to deliver all these parcels in one piece and across seven blocks. It's the least I can do for the young man who's delivering my lunch and saving me from eating burnt toast". Charlie smiled as he quickly tucked the note inside his pocket. "Thanks Miss Candy! I promise I will give it all to my mother as soon as I get home" and turning on his heels he smiled again from ear to ear and left as quickly as his young legs would allow him.

Once inside her apartment, Candy's curiosity could no longer be contained. She quickly tugged at the bow holding the box closed and removed its lid. Inside she found a breathtaking turquoise silk and lace corset, with matching silk black French knickers of turquoise lace trimming and a black lace suspender belt. A pair of silk black stockings topped with turquoise lace at the thigh complemented the whole assemble. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the mere sight of the whole outfit. She gingerly stretched her fingers to touch the corset and the softness of the materials took her breath away. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined herself wearing anything like this. Inside the box she found a note in her tutor's neat handwriting

"Hope you like it – remember to follow my instructions – there may be a quiz next week"

She blushed all the way from the root of her hair to her toes, wondering how on earth he just knew her size... A loud grumble from her stomach echoed throughout the room so grabbing her lingerie out of the box, she raced to her bedroom to change and sit down to lunch as per her tutor's instructions.

The feel of silk against her bare skin was sensuous to say the least. The outfit complemented her complexion to perfection and fitted her feminine body like a glove. The corset pushed her gorgeous breasts higher; making her already well defined cleavage look like it belonged to a goddess from Olympus. Her toned, shapely legs were encased in the black stockings and would give any man a heart attack on sight. They may not be the longest legs, but they were certainly well defined, sensuous and begging for a playful bite. She couldn't help to wonder how her legs would look wrapped around the waist of her beloved and instantly blushed again. If these garments had this effect on her, how would her beloved react to them? She bit her bottom lip as she smiled at the thought of him dying to remove each and every piece of lingerie as they explored their bodies with rampant desire. The silk black French knickers accentuated her curves and her shapely bottom, and they flared slightly outwards with no elastic around the legs. The French knickers were certainly comfortable but they were also extremely sexy. Candy could almost imagine her beloved removing them with his teeth... Another loud grumble from her stomach stopped her musings immediately. She grabbed the full length standing mirror from her bedroom and carefully brought it out into her lounge room. Placing the mirror in front of her small dining table, Candy sat down and began to unpack her lunch.

Inside she found the usual small metallic boxes with the restaurant's logo stamped on the lids. She opened the first box and found a delicious fillet mignon in reduced red wine juz accompanied by grilled asparagus and baby steamed carrots. In the second box she found a generous slice of chocolate mousse cake adorned by half a dozen strawberries dipped in dark chocolate. A small bottle of red wine was all that was left inside the wonderful bag of lunch time delights.

Candy placed a crisp white napkin on her lap and proceeded to degust the array of culinary delights. She began to cut at the fillet whilst looking at her image in the mirror. She carefully cut a small piece and almost with reverence, opened her mouth to wrap her lips around the small mouthful of food at the end of her fork. She chewed slowly, consciously gazing at her face as her jaw moved. She was sure this was the first time in her life that she didn't devour her food like a ravenous wolf and she liked the image being reflected back. She looked like a real lady; mindfully enjoying her food with serenity and an air of distinction whilst her eyes sparkled vividly in a vain attempt to hide the passion rising in her veins.

She grabbed an asparagus spear and slowly traced the outline of her lips with the tip. She opened her lips slightly before allowing the tip of her tongue to lightly touch the spear. Candy closed her eyes as she imagined her beloved's finger touching her lips and how she would love to teasingly nibble his finger tip before opening her mouth a little wider to wrap her swollen red lips around his whole finger, trapping it inside her mouth. She could almost feel how her tongue would trace the length and width of his finger, sucking it slowly, gifting him a glimpse of all the scandalous things she'd like to do to the rest of his body with her mouth.

The desire began to rise through her body like hot vapour, slowly filling every cell in her body with a languid sense of sensuality. She felt womanly, sexy, desirable and beautiful. Is that what he could see in her every time they were together? She'd certainly noticed the urgency of his hands travelling along her body whenever they met and once or twice had felt a certain bulge pressing against her stomach whilst they kissed passionately. She drank her glass of wine and slowly that languid feeling became more prominent as the barriers of reserve began to wane. Where would she like to be touched? She looked at her own reflection in the mirror: her eyes were sparkling whilst her cheeks were slightly flushed with pink. Was she flustered because of the wine or could it be because she had become aware of the growing wetness between her legs?

She finished her main meal before pouring herself another glass of wine and turning her attention to the decidedly sinful-looking chocolate dessert. She took a spoonful of the confectionery and the mousse immediately melted in her mouth. If it was possible for food to give orgasms she'd be having one right now. She laughed mischievously and thought of the perfect word to describe what her mouth was experiencing: foodgasm... Yes, that was it! Pleasure such at this should be considered a foodgasm! The mousse was fluffy and sweet without being overpowering or too rich. She licked her lips as another spoonful of the sweet dessert crossed her mouth. Again, she looked at the reflection in the mirror and was surprised to find a young girl with blazing eyes, licking a spoon like her life depended on it whilst at the same time straddling the chair in a most suggestive way. The lady had given way to the temptress almost with too much ease.

Her breasts heaved slightly as her breathing became more shallow, her eyes darkening with passion at the very thought of beloved watching her, wanting her, receiving her as her hands began to explore sensuously across her hardened breasts. She took off her hair clip and let her hair fall down in a cascade that covered her chest with a blanket of silky golden curls.

Her lips parted slightly like flower petals, hungering for the comfort that her beloved's touch could bring. Her hands imprisoned her breasts mercilessly and a moan of pleasure escaped her throat. A shiver of pleasure ran along the length of her spine as she pinched her nipples to attention with her thumbs and index fingers. Her nipples hardened even more, increasing the dampness between her legs with every single stroke of her thumbs. The room seemed foreign to her now as it had become her own pleasure haven. She hastily unfastened the upper clips of her corset, freeing her breasts from their silken prison and allowing her trembling hands to grip them harder and without constraint.

The dampness between her legs increased and she instinctually sought to explore the delicate folds of her own being. She moved the black silk panties aside and through her reflection in the mirror saw her own swollen, womanly pink petals spread as she smoothly continued to straddle the chair and contemplate the vision before her eyes. Tentatively she lowered one hand and began to discover her own femininity whilst caressing her breasts furiously with the other hand at the same time. She knew from her last lesson what this type of caress could do, so she began gently at first to survey every inch of her being. Candy saw her own pearl of delight, hardened and ready for pleasure and her fingers began to stroke it softly. Each touch from her quivering fingers sent a wave of pleasure so strong that it seemed to stretch from the base of her spine all the way to the crown of her head. She curled her toes in sheer anticipation as she licked her fingers, sampling her own taste with a mixture of pleasure and curiosity: she tasted like the sea breeze, salty yet clean like a day at the beach.

She shivered with delight as she thought of her beloved's possessive hands upon the delicate folds, his tongue hungrily tasting the source of her growing dampness, drinking the honey emanating from her body. She just knew that his warm tongue would probe gently, and then his mouth would mercilessly cover the whole area, bringing the throbbing little knob of pleasure to the brink of satisfaction. Oh how she wished she could wrap her silken legs around his neck, bringing his tongue close to the source of her delight and agitation! Her nipples felt as hard as bullets by now, as the fire at the pit of her stomach rapidly became a raging blaze. She envisioned her beloved standing there naked before her, his sculptured body throbbing with the desire her own self ministering was creating. She imagined her hands grabbing his manhood and slowly exploring every inch of his being with long, sensuous strokes from her eager tongue. What would he taste like, she wondered? Like the sea and forest? Would his member throb with delight as her hot breath descended upon him with each long, wet stroke? Would his mouth clamour hungrily for her breasts and the slick taste of her womanhood? Would he be driven to the edge of insanity with the urgent need to claim her body, plunging himself deeply inside her over and over again until they both found release?

Candy's body rocked mercilessly against her own hand, the growing need for release within her increasing as the river of honey continued to flow from her womanhood. Her body, tightly coiled with delight, finally exploded as her hips rocked rhythmically and faster as she began to experience the first twinges of her own release. "Oh my Lord" she mumbled between waves of pleasure "OH MY GOD!" she said again, almost shouting on top note as the mere thought of her beloved's member entering her soft, wet folds sent her body into an overwhelming orgasmic release of indescribable of pleasure. She felt her own wet core tremble and shake with every wave that seemed to run thru her whole body as her mind exploded into a kaleidoscope of colours, smells and sensations.

Once her body stopped pulsating, she carefully examined the image of the woman staring back at her in the mirror. That woman's eyes were sparkling; her lips were still swollen whilst her rosy nipples were standing erect and still hard to the touch. Candy smiled back at her own image and cheekily thought that she couldn't wait to wake up next to her beloved looking like that. She got up from the dining table and quickly rushed to the bathroom and, taking off her wonderful gift, enjoyed a warm long shower that seemed to relax her taut, aching muscles. She allowed herself a quick chuckle as she thought "Well, no wonder men keep that little secret to themselves" whilst she lathered herself with her rose-scented soap. "If all women knew we could do that ANYTIME we really wouldn't need men too often"... As she ran her hands across her still hardened nipples, she felt another twinge of pleasure beginning to form yet again between her legs. "Well, practice does make perfect" she thought, as her hands began to explore her soft folds and her mind took her back into the arms of the man of her dreams...

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To be continued...

My apologies for not updating for a few weeks – as per usual life got on the way!

Thank you to all the lovely people who've taken the time to read my crazy rubbish yet again. I truly can't express what your lovely words mean to me. Your positive thoughts fuel my positive musings.

I promise this is a mini fic and next chapter will probably be the last one unless I get a really, really good idea!

I promise the identity of the tutor will be revealed next. Who do you think it should be? I know already but I'm just curious as to what your opinion on the matter is...

PS foodgasm: food that when eaten brings an unimaginable amount of pleasure... almost a religious experience (my husband and I made up this word one day – don't know if it is really originally ours but I guess it doesn't really matter who invented it. It describes so much...)