I held her hips and fucked her. The way her legs were trembling let me know she was close. Teasing her clit, I leaned down, pulling her head to the side slightly to kiss her mouth. She whimpered as she came, her ass pressed against me. I came soon after, the feel of her pussy clenching around me sending me over the edge.
I gathered Hazel in my arms as she breathed hard. I took her upstairs and laid her down, wrapping around her.
"You know," I said, not sure if she was asleep.
"Hmm?"
"I forgot to get your panties."
* * *
The undergarment was foundthe next morning by Hazel's friend Jemma.
I sat shirtless and yawning in the café at the very table I fucked Hazel at last night. Jemma looked between me and Hazel and the scrap of fabric in her hand.
"Give me that!" Hazel said, running up to her friend and snatching the panties.
Jemma laughed. "Based on our text conversation, I was thinking these would be panties of the edible variety."
Hazel turned beet red, and I grinned slowly.
Jemma fanned herself. "You should build a little porch or something outside," Jemma said to Hazel, "and just park him outside shirtless. I bet you'd draw in a ton of customers!"
"They'd probably all be Ida and her friends." Hazel snorted.
"You should try and sell them some of your edible body paint," I told her. "Seniors like to get down too."
"You're going to be hearing a lot about it at the town meeting, I'm sure," Hazel said.
"Are you going?"
"I have to present about the efforts to win the Art Zurich Expo and try and drum up support. You're on the committee, so you should be there too."
After Hazel and Jemma finished making the enormous stack of sandwiches, I drove them over to Ida's.
"My favorite Svensson!" Ida crowed. "Wait, take a picture with this sandwich," she said, handing me one of the neatly wrapped sandwiches.
"If I model with it, can I eat it?" I asked.
"You can eat anything in here you want," Ida declared.
I looked at Hazel. "There's only one thing in here I want to eat…"
Hazel started to turn red.
"And it's this sandwich!" I finished.
Hazel groaned. I took off the wrapping while Ida snapped a picture.
The old woman whooped, "Yeah, baby, spread those buns!"
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Hazel
We had to go to the art committee meeting right after Archer finished making love to the sandwich.
"I can't believe you ate another sandwich, Archer. You already ate breakfast," I said as Jemma wedged next to me in the passenger seat.
