Preparing the present - part I.

I was whipping cream for my best friend’s birthday cake when the silky sweetness hit me. One finger dipped in, then another. I licked them clean and felt heat coil low. My white sundress clung to my skin, the cotton brushing my nipples. I slid my hand beneath the hem, fingertips tracing the edge of my panties. My pulse jumped. I pushed the lace aside, found myself already slick, and pressed two fingers deep. The scent of vanilla mingled with the wet sound my body made. I leaned over the counter, hips rocking, chasing the rush while the mixer hummed on. My blonde hair fell across my face, sticking to my lips. Breath caught. I circled faster, chasing the edge, moaning softly into the empty kitchen. Heat flooded through me and I came hard, thighs trembling, cream still dripping from my fingers onto the marble.