After the 'meal', Maria tasted Mel again and again as she ordered a parfait and cake for them both.
Each time, their red lips would mingle, as Mel's skins were smeared with more of Maria's saliva mixed with cream.
And by the time Maria's 'tasting' ended, they exited hand-in-hand with flushed Mel and a disguised Maria.
Yet Mel's hand clung tight to her uniform's chest; pure white blouse and skirt undrenched, yet the red marks at her thighs suggested otherwise.
Her thighs fidgeted together, against the invisible hands at her butt.
"Now," Maria whispered as she led the way. "Shall we continue our date?"
Was-was it a date anymore?
Mel hiccuped as she dragged her feet; her head light as her butt was clenched firm by the invisible hands.
Her teary eyes flickered at Maria; arousal blurring her vision.
The snow continued to trickle down their shoulders, as Mel shuddered at the implication behind the falling.
