Cary continued talking, but his eyes were focused more often on Alicia’s sexy mouth than his notes. He watched as she opened those beautiful red lips into a beckoning oval, and then raised her fist, the large banana sliding into her open kisser. When the tip went into her mouth, she closed her lips against the ivory-colored column and pursed her lips forward as she pushed the banana further in.
“We uh…uh,” Cary stammered, his eyes fixed on her mouth as more and more of the long creamy tube disappeared into her mouth. Her brilliant red lipstick looked wickedly exciting against the pale fleshiness of the fruit as she pushed the banana deeper into her watering mouth. She finally stopped with her pursed lips almost touching the pieces of turned-down peel at the top of her circling hand, and then she slowly drew the banana out, the shaft glistening from the wetness within her hot sexy mouth. With just the very tip captured between her pouty lips, she repeated the gesture, the banana sliding wickedly into the depths of her hot mature mouth once more.
Cary could only stare, totally transfixed by her highly erotic behavior. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants as he watched her slide the banana back and forth—and then she paused, looking at him curiously, as if trying to figure out why he’d stopped talking.
“Uh…we should uh…,” Cary sputtered, pointing to his notes as he tried to get ahold of himself.
“Are you alright, Cary?” Alicia asked, her lips slipping off the banana, her clenched fist still holding it in an upright position mere inches away from her wet red lips.
Cary flushed bright red, knowing she’d caught him staring at her. He decided not to try and cover up what he was thinking. “Uh yeah,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s just that uh…well, I’ve never seen anyone eat a banana like that.”
“Like wha…” Alicia looked confused for a second or two before continuing, a big smile on her face. “I know what you mean! Everybody in my family eats it like this—my mom taught my brother and me when we were little. That was the way she always did it since she’d been a kid. She taught us to put the banana into your mouth and then, when you pull it out, use your teeth to scrape off a fine layer all around. You just keep moving it back and forth until, eventually, you’ve eaten all of it. That way you get a nice creamy taste on your tongue and it feels really smooth going down your throat when you swallow it.”
Cary felt his heart racing as he listened to her explanation, his prick stiffening even more inside the restrictive confines of his fitted boxers. “Well, that’s interesting. Like I said, I’ve never seen anyone eat one like that before. But don’t mind me, I know you missed your lunch, so go ahead—eat up.”
“Thanks, I really am pretty hungry.” Alicia fed the banana right back into her mouth while Cary looked down at his notes for a second to remind himself what he’d been talking about. He was barely able to continue, but he did manage to keep on point as he looked at her as he spoke, not wanting to take his eyes off the lewdly innocent act going on right in front of him. As Alicia moved the banana repetitively back and forth between her pursed lips, he noticed how the banana was gradually getting slimmer, the flesh of the curving shaft gradually being carved off by her scraping teeth. He found it incredibly titillating—but also wickedly frightening. He kept picturing his own prick sensually stretching those gorgeous lips of hers, but trembled at the thought of her teeth scraping off his pulsing flesh.