I take a peach from the fruit bowl and begin washing it off under the cold water. I slice it in quarters, and gaze out the window as I take a bite. Juice runs down my chin, and off my neck before I can reach it. As I wipe the juice off with the back of my hand, my mind wanders to another time and place where I am not eating this peach alone......

You take it from me, taking a small bite. Juice runs off your lips, but I catch it with the tip of my tongue before it can make it to your chin. I lick the juice from your lips, then begin kissing you deeply. You set the peach down, remove my blouse and then my bra. I stand, silently watching you, wondering what you have in mind.

You place the peach slice on my nipple and squeeze out some of the juice onto my skin. You begin licking it off, alternating between flicking my nipple, and sucking them into your mouth. You continue squeezing juice on them, licking it off as it rolls off my nipple, on my breast, and to my ribcage. You offer me a breast with fresh squeezed peach juice wetting it. I stick out my tongue, and lick it clean, finishing off with a little suction, making sure I lap up every last drop off my skin.

You lead me to the kitchen table, where you sit me on the edge. You lie me back, remove my shorts first, then my panties. You pull my legs up, and rest my feet on the edge of the table. You begin at my mouth, tracing the peach all over my face, moving down my neck, over my breast once again, and down my stomach. You stop at my belly button, squeezing juice inside it, filling it up. You bend over and suck out the juice, darting your tongue all around inside my belly button.

You continue moving downward with the peach, getting to your knees in front of me. You trace the peach on the insides of my thighs, then back up to my pubic hair. You draw a straight line with the peach, right down the center of my lips. I feel the cold juice running off me between my legs. I feel your tongue on me, as soft as the peach, yet more firm. You lick off every last trace of the juice running between my lips. I close my eyes and gasp as I feel you sliding the tip of the peach slice inside me. You enter it slowly, only going in far enough to hold it there. You cover the end of it with your mouth as I feel you beginning to eat the slice of peach right out of me.

You stand up, dropping your shorts, then stepping out of them. You move to me, pressing against my wetness, as I feel you glide inside me with ease. You lean over, pressing your pubic bone into me even more. I grab the edge of the kitchen table for support as we move together, meeting each others thrusts. You begin to move in small circles, gradually increasing the size and speed of them. I feel a familiar tickling beginning. I try to hold back but you can see how close I am and it makes you more determined to push me to the brink. I let out a series of loud moans as I call out your name. I open my eyes to see you grinning in satisfaction.

You take my hands, stand me up on my shaky knees, turn me around, grab me by the waist, and bend me over the kitchen table. Again, I feel you enter me. This time I feel tighter from the spasms of my recent orgasm. You push yourself in to the hilt and let out a moan of pleasure. You let go of the grip you have on my waist and put your hands on my shoulders, pulling me down on you even further. I can barely move, but the little bit I can move my hips, I do so in a backward thrusting motion. You have all the power over me as you use my shoulders as handles as you increase your depth and speed. As you near the end, you slightly quicken the pace, making a few final, extra deep thrusts. I feel your breath against me, as you lean over and gently nibble at my back as you explode inside me.

You lie there, over the top of me, until you slip from me naturally. We stand, turning to one another, embracing as we kiss. Our juices mixed with the remnants of peach juice, slowly begin running down my leg. You pick up the last slice of peach off the table, put half of it in your mouth and beckon me to you. I take the other half, biting your lip as I pull my part away and suck it into my mouth. We kiss again, tasting the last of that sweet, juicy peach. I think that may have been the best peach we have ever eaten.

I snap back to reality. I have eaten all but the last bite of the peach. This fantasy had stirred a wetness inside of me, more juicy than the peach the fantasy revolved around. As I savor the last bite of the peach, I wonder, will I ever look at my kitchen table the same?