The Secret to Perfect Fondue — Jeremy Edwards

“Remember,” said Malcolm, “the most important thing is to attend to the flame.”

Wendy twiddled with the knob on the small burner, noting how the flame responded by swelling or diminishing.

“Keep your hand on that knob, and you’ll be able to maintain the cheese at a perfect level of heat.”

“I think I can do that,” she said confidently.

“Excellent. I’ll attend to things down here.”

He was speaking from the floor, where he was kneeling in front of Wendy’s bare legs.

When he had invited her over for, as he put it, “an evening of fondue and sex,” she hadn’t realized the two were to be enjoyed concurrently. But as soon as he’d set the fondue things out, he’d invited her to remove her tights and panties. And when he chose a position on the floor rather than occupying the seat across the table from her, she’d begun to get the idea.

Now he reached under her miniskirt and caressed the inside of her thigh. “Delicious,” he said.

She squirmed pleasantly in her chair.

As Malcolm teased her leg, she studied the luscious little pools of oil that swirled around the viscous surface of the molten cheese. She felt her own wetness begin to trickle out, and the sensation was like an echo of the liquid motion in the pot.

“Keep watching the flame,” he reminded her. Wendy twisted the knob slightly and saw the cheese settle down into a slightly more placid level of excitement.

She felt his fingers stroking upward, slowly proceeding toward the place at the very top of her thigh where her pleasure receptors seemed to connect directly to her pussy—where the delicate flesh almost functioned like an extension of her actual cunt. Her face flushed as she relished the anticipation.

He kissed the inside of her knee, making her even wetter between her legs. She opened the flame back up a little, and watched the cheese seethe more intensely again. Shifting her ass upon the vinyl chair, she felt herself bubbling under as well.

“There’s nothing like a perfectly-nurtured fondue,” said Malcolm.

His forefinger was now grazing her pussy lips, and she could feel her excitement beginning to make his fingertip wet. She closed her eyes momentarily while a shiver of exquisite sensitivity shot through her. Then she opened them again to monitor the fondue. She wriggled her crotch forward against Malcolm’s finger as she rode the burner knob, taking the flame now up, now down, letting it dance around the equilibrium point while the cheese luxuriated and glowed.

His finger was inside her now, delighting her with her own slickness. Her bottom cheeks humped the chair; but still she kept her eyes on the pot. It threatened to boil, and she adjusted the knob.

Suddenly his thumb was on her own knob, with just enough pressure to charge her entire body with erotic electricity. Wendy danced in her seat, feeling herself beginning to lose control, but refusing to let go of the dial she’d promised to supervise.

She was in heaven, writhing on his finger while taking jolt after jolt of pleasure from the thumb. She clung to the flowering sensations like she clung to the fondue knob. She wanted to wallow in the churning ecstasy for as long as she could before letting go and giving in.

She let the flame rise again, and saw the fondue attain a perfect, glimmering meltiness, just as her cunt melted into pure, liquid bliss and the tremors from her clit ricocheted off the fingertips that clutched the little plastic knob.

She forced her eyes to stay open, but her vision blurred and the whole world seemed to dissolve into the primal soup of the orgasmic cheese.

As the haze crystallized back into reality, Malcolm’s smiling face appeared above the edge of the table. He looked approvingly at the table, then at Wendy. “Good job,” he said. “Shall we eat?”

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Read Jeremy’s other sexy stories published here on Every Night Erotica; You in Your Apricot Panties,  The Ass-Pajama Lottery, Le Petit Déjeuner, The Fabric.

Jeremy Edwards is the author of the erotocomedic novel Rock My Socks Off and the erotic story collection Spark My Moment (both published by Xcite Books). His libidinous short stories have been widely published online, as well as in over forty anthologies. His work was selected for The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, vols. 7, 8, and 9, and he has read at New York’s In the Flesh and Philadelphia’s Erotic Literary Salon. Jeremy’s greatest goal in life is to be sexy and witty at the same moment—ideally in lighting that flatters his profile. Find Jeremy here: http://www.jeremyedwardserotica.com.