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Chocolate Dreams
by Lotuseater

Part One

	Getting into her car, Vivienne Wu angrily
slammed the door of her sleek black convertible.
She was a vision of glittering diamond necklace
and bracelet, lustrous upswept hair, and perfect
ivory complexion, decked out in black stiletto
heels and black silk stockings.
	 All day spent at the spa, hours with her
hair and meticulous makeup for her husband's
birthday dinner tonight, all for nothing. When
she'd telephoned his office to confirm his early
arrival, he'd been apologetic and said he'd have to
have a business dinner tonight instead. Dinner
would be ruined. Furious words had ensued, and
she'd icily wished him good luck on finding her at
home when he eventually returned.

	As she roared out of the carport, Vivienne
dialed Rebecca, her best friend and confidante.
Another "trophy" wife, Rebecca Sommersby had
been Vivienne's oldest friend since she'd emigrated
to America. Driving aimlessly through the small
suburb of Willow Lake, Vivienne fumed into the
telephone. Rebecca was sympathetic.
	 "Twenty years, and he does this to me!
I've been a good mother, a good wife, and this is
how he appreciates me?" the beautiful Chinese
woman asked rhetorically.
	 "Viv, don't go there. You know Colin
loves you. He's probably working on another big
merger. You've got a hard-working man, that's all.
These things happen. You know, Jack hasn't been
home for supper in weeks."
	She was silent. Colin Wu was a wonderful
husband, a marvelous father to their daughter and
well regarded in their little town.
	 "Darling, why don't you just give him a
raincheck?"
	Vivienne slowed her car as she entered the
little town. "Rebecca, you're right. I suppose I was
just disappointed. Let me ring Colin straight away
and make it up to him."
	"Honey, maybe you're disappointed
because you were looking for a little something in
return after supper," Rebecca thought to herself.

	The office telephone rang until Heather,
Colin's secretary, answered. "Heather, it's Mrs.
Wu. Please take a message for Colin that I'm sorry
about dinner tonight, and..." Vivienne's eye was
caught by the vivid neon sign of the store before
her, fairly shouting "Chocolate Dreams" in
bold lavender and pink. "Tell him I'll have a
surprise for him when he gets home!" the
thirty-nine year old woman said impulsively.
	Inside the ice-cream parlor Chocolate
Dreams, pretty Anna Cathcart was vaguely
disquieted. As Vivienne Wu was ivory and ebony,
the perky blonde was a wholesome peaches and
cream, set off by a glowing golden tan.  Her only
concession to makeup was her bright pink lipstick.
	The young coed had been thinking about a
recent  incident that both frightened and excited,
something that spoke volumes about who she was
and where she was going in life. She'd found
herself in the school library. She didn't need
books, or research, or to borrow anything.  Anna
was there because of Miss Flynn the librarian.
	Willow Lake rumor had it that Miss Flynn
was gay, and out of curiosity Anna was
determined to find out. When she'd found the tall,
busty redhead alone in the back of the periodicals
section, Anna posed her question by standing on
tiptoes and simply kissing her full on her luscious
mouth.
	The surprised librarian had been taken
aback at first, then responded eagerly. She'd asked
if Anna was sure about this. Anna had nodded
vigorously. They'd had supper together in her
apartment (the first time Anna had lobster).  That
night Miss Flynn had become "Jessica" and Anna
had lost her virginity.

	Anna was tingling with the memory of
their hour of tender lovemaking, and musing
about other possibilities when the doorchime rang
musically, announcing a customer. She was
surprised to see Mrs. Wu enter, dressed to the
nines. She had been friends with Karen, Mrs. Wu's
daughter, who was away at State College.

	"Hello, Anna," Mrs. Wu exclaimed.
"We've not seen you in a long time!"

	"Hi, Mrs. Wu," Anna replied. "Yes, it's
been a while." Impossible thoughts began forming
in the nineteen year-old's mind. She was fascinated
by the older woman's ravishing appearance.  What
was the occasion, some kind of party?  Anna
toyed with her pony tail distractedly.

	"Well, we should have you over soon."
Vivienne removed her gloves. The light caught the
polish of her fingernails, and glinted from her
diamond engagement ring and platinum wedding
band. "Can you please help me?" Anna wickedly
thought about helping herself to the exotic Asian
beauty. Jessica had opened her eyes to a world of
possibilities, but how would she ever manage to
reach Mrs. Wu?

	"Sure, Mrs. Wu. What can I do for you?"

	"I'd like a birthday cake, a special cake."

	"No problem, Mrs. Wu. Oh, look at the
time. I'll tell you what, do you mind if I just flip
over the 'Closed' sign and turn off the front
lights?" The teenager had contrived a definite
plan.

	"Oh, please go right ahead, Anna."
Vivienne moved to inspect the freezer case,
smoothing her black silk dress.

	"Be right back, Mrs. Wu" the blonde
dashed out to turn over the sign and flick off the
lights.

	"What will it be, Mrs. Wu?" she asked as
she returned.

	"So many choices! I think I'll have this
"Rocky Road and Vanilla" cake with the
chocolate icing, Anna."   It was a sumptuous
symphony of dark chocolate frosting, piled high
with whipped cream.

	"Cool choice, Mrs. Wu! That's my
favorite, too."

	"Really?" the unsuspecting housewife
asked. The blonde nodded.

	"Shall I make it 'Happy Birthday' for Mr.
Wu?" she asked innocently.   Her hear thudded in
her chest with the audacity of her bold plan.
Would it work?

	"Yes, please Anna." Vivienne fished a
twenty dollar bill from her purse.

	"Sure thing," the girl fumbled with the
cover. This would be tricky.

	"Here you go," she said as she raised the
package over the counter.
	Vivienne's outstretched arms went to meet
the package. She couldn't have known Anna
would give the box a little toss, nor that the lid
would flop wide open. Cake, inscription and all,
sailed straight into the woman's generous chest. It
made a spectacular impact, as the Chinese woman
shrieked in surprise.

	"Ohmigosh!" exclaimed Anna, running out
from behind the counter. "Here, let me get you
cleaned up, I am sooo sorry," she chattered as she
dabbed at Vivienne's ample front with a towel.

	"That's all right, dear," the surprised
Vivienne responded, "accidents will happen."

	Anna babbled as she wiped chocolate from
the front of the expensive dress, "Oh, no! Your
beautiful dress is ruined and it's all my fault, I'm so
sorry, Mrs. Wu!"
	As she had hoped, the sudden surprise and
the cold ice-cream had their expected effect on
Mrs. Wu's nipples. She could feel their hardness
through the lacy brassiere.   She couldn't believe
her own daring.

	Vivienne couldn't help but notice the
younger girl's attentions.  Whatever was Anna
doing?  It felt good, whatever the girl was up to.
She suddenly realized, as had Rebecca much
earlier, the reason for her anger with Colin. She'd
simply been horny beyond belief!

	"Oh, Mrs. Wu, what can I ever do to make
up for this?" Anna wailed, looking deep into the
older woman's eyes.
	Vivienne suddenly understood the younger
girl's meaning. Well, she thought, I certainly have
nothing better to do tonight...

	"Nonsense, Anna," the Chinese woman
reassured the girl. "Think nothing of it." "But Mrs.
Wu,"
	Anna persisted, still rubbing her breasts, "I
feel so upset."
	Vivienne decided to see where this
would lead.  "Well, Anna, you're doing fine so
far." The pretty young blonde continued her
ministrations to that marvelous chest.   The
headiness of the older woman's perfume was
intoxicating.

	"Do you really think so, Mrs. Wu?" she
asked coyly.  By way of answer, the older woman
brought her lips to the youngster's mouth and
kissed her deeply, even as the girl kneaded her
tits.   Eyes closed, they embraced warmly,
smearing the cake's frosting into each other's
clothing.

	"Oh, yes, Anna," she breathed. "And it's
'Vivienne'."

	Fireworks exploded in Anna's head as they
broke their kiss. She was under the dress now,
directly fondling the older woman's fine breasts
with her sticky hands, exposing their pale
perfection.  Tiny pink nipples stood out turgidly,
proof of the Chinese woman's obvious excitement.
Her bare shoulders were all gooseflesh, Anna
noted with satisfaction.   Vivienne's skin was
radiant, like pearls.

	"All right, 'Vivienne', let's see what else I
can do," Anna whispered, dropping to her knees
before her friend's mother.
	A soft moan escaped Vivienne's lips as
Anna knelt before her sex. Tender hands clutched
her behind as the blonde buried her face in the
front of her dress. Vivienne leaned against the
counter for support, breathing rapidly. As
Vivienne moved backward, Anna went to flick off
the light, plunging the store into utter darkness.
Returning to the counter, the panting teenager
hitched the black dress up over the older woman's
hips, marveling at the fineness of the material.
She guided Vivienne's legs together, so she could
slip her panties down and off. Then she turned her
attention to Vivienne's sopping pussy.  She
carefully slid a questing finger into the velvety
folds before her.  The teenager's hot breath felt
sensational on the Chinese woman's bare bottom.

	"Oh, Anna," Vivienne groaned, holding the
blonde head to her bottom.
	In reply, the girl lavished attention on the
Chinese woman's proud clit. Her tongue stroked
and prodded and caressed and played, as Jessica
had taught her just a few nights earlier. She was
gratified to feel the older woman's hips bucking in
response.   Vivienne's hot, overflowing sex
clamped tightly around the teenager's exploring
finger, making a moistly sucking sound.  It felt so
wonderful. Just then, the doormat chime rang its
musical tone.

	The two lovers froze, their hearts sinking.

	"I can't believe I forgot to lock the door,"
Anna thought in panic.

	Deputy Pat Smythe had been doing rounds
in the quiet town for an hour when she'd noticed
the BMW was still outside the darkened store.
Nearing the end of the evening shift (it was such a
small town that there was no "graveyard shift"),
she had been prepared to go straight home as
usual when she'd spotted the Wu's sportscar in
front of the tony establishment.  Following
procedure, she'd tried the door and to her
surprise, it opened.

	As she moved into the darkness, she
sensed the sudden movement in the back. She
instinctively reached for her sidearm as she shone
her flashlight toward the huddled pair in the rear
of the store. Pat nearly dropped the flashlight
when she saw who it was, and what they'd been
doing. Despite herself, the beautiful auburn-haired
officer smiled in the dim light.

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