The dessert of yesterday reminded me of another happening some months ago and I think now might just be the time to tell you.
I am now talking about the hot chocolate fudge cake with whipped cream Gregory had for dessert yesterday and not about the other kind of dessert I just mentioned on the brink.
“May I have a fudge, please” Gregory asked me after lunch and gave me that puppy dog glance again.
“Oh c’mon, Greg, stop pouting. You know that I can’t resist you doing that!” I answered him with a wink and waved at the waitress at the same time.
A few minutes later Gregory got his fudge cake and looked at it with sparkling blue eyes.
The fork delved into the brown mass and then found its way to an expecting mouth.
Believe me, Gregory can celebrate eating a fudge cake and his noises are sometimes a bit embarrassing for all the other people in the surrounding.
“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, hrrrrrmmmmmmmm” was his response when he felt the cake on his tongue and my response was to lean back and watch him meticulously.
Have you ever watched “Harry and Sally”?
Yes? … Fine, you might have the right imagination then of Gregory eating a chocolate fudge cake.
My heart started to beat faster and his little noises made another part of my body respond, so that I made sure no one could see what was going on with me.
My facial expression was blank and I just rolled my eyes towards the ceiling.
Gregory gave me a side glance and smirked a bit.
This little devil perfectly knows what he causes with that behavior.
He leaned back and stopped eating for a while.
“Are you okay, James?” he asked me and used the napkin like an old English lady.
I couldn’t avoid a grin though and just nodded at him.
“I just asked me the very same, because I don’t want you to have a multiple orgasm here, you know.”
“Not here, hmmm?” he muttered silently and gestured at me to come closer.
“Hmmm?” I asked and bent forward.
I hadn’t noticed that his left hand was not to be seen anymore and it took me a lot not to moan out loud when I felt his fingers caressing my delicate part for a tiny bit of a second.
“Interesting” I said and straightened up again.
Gregory nodded and continued eating his cake but this time without those little noises. He just kept my glance and licked the fork from time to time.
“You know” I said when rubbing my neck, “this reminds me of a nice little episode we had some months ago in New York, when we had to book a hotel room all of a sudden as someone was behaving like that…”
The fork froze in mid-air and Greg’s pupils widened … then after that hint of second he guided the fork into his mouth and swallowed the sweet mass down.
“Mhmmmm, I know exactly what you mean and the whipped cream was priceless though” he spoke silently and licked some cream from his left index finger.
I think I should tell you know what happened in New York in March. To be exactly it was right after my birthday …
We drove to New York as my sister has sent me a Rothmans gift card as a birthday present. Therefore we went to Rothman's Union Square, 200 Park Avenue South. After a few hours of shopping – we spent hours at Tower records though – we decided to have a coffee break in a nice and cozy coffee shop nearby.
„Oh, look Jim they have fudge cake“ Gregory said with a broad grin and I just nodded and studied the menu.
„I did recognize, Greg“ I murmured and decided to have a cheese cake and a latte.
Greg ordered his fudge and a latte as well.
I don’t have to explain you what happened then, if you have read the above mentioned carefully.
“Gregory “ I sighed silently and leaned forward.
Greg just looked at me and a smile appeared on his face.
“Jimmy?” he asked me and raised an eyebrow.
“Greg, if you don’t stop the moaning and sighing will licking your fudge and celebrating the taste of it like that …then …”
“What will happen then, Dr. Wilson?” he purred and took another mouthful.
My hand slipped under the table and my fingers caressed his crotch.
Greg chocked on the fudge and coughed aloud.
“Then I will just not be able to stop that and I cannot guarantee that we won’t be landing in jail though.” I murmured into his ear.
Gregory nodded and took a sip of water.
“Check, please!” he exclaimed then and we both leaned back.
I frowned and looked at him questioningly.
“What are you up to now?” I asked him when he had paid.
“We go!” he said gruffly and grabbed his backpack.
I stood up and followed him on the street.
“Where the heck are you going?” I asked him and pointed at the entrance of the metro.
“We have to take this one to get back to our car!” I said and quickened my pace to catch up with him as he was limping towards the entrance of a hotel.
“Oh shut up for a second, James” Gregory barked and nodded at the doorman when he opened the door for us.
“But …” I tried to ask him what the heck we were doing in a hotel now.
Gregory on the other hand just reached the reception and I approached him.
“One room with a king size bed we can offer you, sir” the lady behind the reception said without looking up from her screen.
“That is great!” Gregory replied and gave her the credit card and everything she needed.
A few minutes later she handed him the key and looked at us with a smile and a nod.
“Enjoy your stay at our hotel” she said and we both nodded.
Gregory turned towards the elevators and I just followed him to speechless to ask a single thing.
I was just staring at him from time to time and he stood there thumping his cane on the marble floor…
To be continued!