The cup bounced onto the carpet. I stared, wide eyed at her finger. I could not believe that this was happening, she was offering her finger to me to lick. Could it be a friendly gesture? Or was there an ulterior motive behind her flirtation? I really liked to think the latter but knew that it was unlikely to be the case. Women never offered themselves in this way to me. At least not in such an obvious way that I notice them doing so.

I decided to assume it was a friendly gesture, innocently meant, and leant in to take the finger into my mouth. As my lips closed around it, my tongue tingled with the sensation of sugar dissolving. I was not normally one to have a sweet tooth but somehow this was more delicious, sweeter than mere refined sugar cane ever could be.

I realised, as I pulled my mouth away after lingering on her finger for far too long than should be proper, that my eyes had strayed down while I had been sucking. I was staring straight down her cleavage with just the smallest hint of lace showing against the paleness of her flesh. I blushed and averted my eyes.

"Its, er, very nice," I said, aware of my face turning a vivid scarlet. It occured to me that there could be confusion - was I talking about the sugar or her breasts?