Freddy and the Banana
Chapter Two. Part 2.
Empty spaces, what are we living for?
(Queen 1991)
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Pushing the blanket aside he withdrew his fingers, sniffing at them appreciably. “Sex on legs, it is break time.” He turned the television off. “Alexa, play Jean Michel Jarre.” The sound of soft electronic music was perfect to bring her back to reality.
She stood slowly up. “Hmm that joint does numb the pain of creaking joints.” She staggered, then recovering her balance, “I need a wee and another can of cola.” She stopped once more in front of the mirror hanging next to the bathroom door. Removing the sequined dress, she placed it carefully onto the back of the black leather office chair.
“Do you like my body?” she absently said as she posed, turning her hips to and thro. Her entire skin shimmered in hues of soft pink from the LED lights.
He took a bread toaster out of another top cupboard along with a sealed bag of sliced wholegrain sandwich bread. Bending himself down, she watched him open the fridge, taking out two cans of cola, salted butter, wild bee honey and, the now the most talked about banana in a chapter onto the worktop. A butter knife, fork, a small spice bottle of powdered cinnamon, two white plates, a black soup bowl, a pair of dark red paper serviettes and a squeezy lemon plastic container, were already lined up.
He sorted them out, in a row, as if he was following a recipe. He opened the drinks. Taking hers she drank greedily.
“I see that you are as well prepared at making the dessert as you were with the vaginal juice and ketchup dip. This will be VERY interesting.”
Taking two steps towards the bedroom door, she stopped and looked at the long, black framed picture of dozens of used concert and theatre productions’ tickets. She called some out, “Sinatra, Supertramp. David Bowie, Diana Ross, Mike Oldfield, The Bee Gees, Queen. “She stops and, “you saw Freddy Mercury live? Did you go to see all of these?”
“Yes, and others. As for Freddy, of course I saw him live. He didn’t exactly appear on stage as a skeleton walking out on stage from a scarlet lined coffin singing, ‘The show must go on´,” he said laughing at his own sarcasm. “I ran out of space and put the other tickets onto the walls inside of the Bingo Bongo Bar. Anyway, I thought you wanted a wee before I get down to business?”
She laughed out openly, the sound like a tinkle of a glass wind chime on a warm summer night. “I do. Are you going to watch me ah -gainnnnn?” she said coyly whilst entering once again the bedroom’s fading mint lighting and picked up her panties. Bundling them into a fist, she went into the bathroom and sat down.
He followed.
“I want you to replace the loo rug with the shower one and strip naked. It’s much bigger for what I am about to perform, and I really have to concentrate.”
He did so with a look of excitement and anticipation.
“ Now kneel.” As he did so she leant back and moved her hips on the seat forward and up. Then with the hand holding her panties, spread two fingers out and simultaneously met the outstretched fingers of her left over her slit and pulled her lips apart. A small arch of twisting, twirling urine slowly went up into an arch, then to fall in a splash into the blue pool.
“Hurry now. Wash your hands, I don’t know how long I can control this.”
His hands entered the gold coloured waterfall of her very soul. Warm, gentle, its essence of tanginess filled his nostrils, as he rapidly coated his twirling fingers.
“Oh, sorry,” she pushed her hips back again and sitting upright, let the full force spray with the sound of a fireman’s hose into bowl. “Aaah, I needed that, and standing up, her legs spread either side of the toilet, proceeded to dry herself with her panties, rubbing them hard against her now closed vulva. As he stood up, she waved them in front of his nose.
“Isn’t this what you ordered, dear sir? that I leave behind a pair of camouflaged knickers that reek of me inside and out.” She snatched them away, throwing them into the handwash basin and playfully grabbed a very hard erection.
“Oh dear, you are not going to be able to have a piss with that pointing to the ceiling. That will have to wait till after the dessert. Maybe you will enter me during the preparations?” she hinted. He smiled and kissed her and made a rather interesting way to dry his hands on her pubic hair.
“Follow me, gorgeous woman from hell, and be prepared to be shocked.”
She watched carefully, wondering how this was all going to function. Two slices of bread went into the toaster and whilst that did its job, the banana was peeled and placed into a soup plate. The skin’s insides were lightly smeared over her breasts and then between her legs. She started to pant again. Taking her hand, he placed the skin in it and guided it to wrap around his cock and jerk him slowly.
