Getting into shape

“Carrots. Good. Olives. Hmm. Whipped cream. Tut tut. Chocolate spread. Oh dear. Australian Chardonnay. I can see we’ve got our work cut out.”

The heap of food on the kitchen table was now fairly large.

“And now we turn to you Astrid”. She had been dreading this. “Let me take a good look at you. Stand here in front of me.”

She stood in front of him, inhaling the rich scent of clean, scrubbed male mixed with the scent of shower gel. God she desperately needed a fuck.

“Closer please”. His tone was so seductive she could have cried. She closed her eyes. And took a step closer. To her astonishment she felt his hands on her waist and hips.

“You’d like to tone these areas, yes?”

She agreed and her voice came out as a breathy sigh. The hands ran up from her waist to her breasts. A jolt of pleasure ran through her body and she could feel a warm glow starting between her legs.

“Your breasts are so beautiful,” said Marcello. “And your nipples are so sensitive. I don’t think you need to work on these so much. They just need some love and attention”