I lick my fingers and I signal that I’ve had enough. She carries on eating without the slightest embarrassment. She enjoys my attention and I enjoy the sight. Exciting, childlike, uncouth yet sophisticated. If that’s what she’s like in bed I’ll never take my hands off her.
Dream on, Jamal, dream on.
“Are you sure you don’t want any more?”
I shake my head. She gobbles it up like she has a huge appetite, but I know it’s just air and a bit of sugar. She starts licking her fingers. I look around to see if there is a tap anywhere but she reaches into her bag and takes out some sort of wipes.
“Wet.”
“What?”
“Wet wipes, Jamal!”
We both burst out laughing. I think she’s starting to realize what sort of things crossed my mind. If she’d said “my panties” I would have rolled her over right on
