Chapter 62: Visiting Sunshine and Claire

The weather was finally getting a bit better. We still had some frost at night, but the sun came out regularly during the day, sometimes giving some lovely temperatures already hinting at Spring. Sunshine had called me a few times since the year-end festivities had drawn to a close, which is usually the end of January, to ask when I would finally find the time to crack that bottle of Gevrey Chambertin she still had waiting for me. Knowing I couldn’t put this off much longer, I had called her the Tuesday morning before Dawn had walked into the shop with her surprising new hairdo.

“Hello, Danielle...”

“Well if it isn’t my favorite photographer,” she immediately interrupted.

“Yes I must apologize for not calling sooner, but I’ve been so busy with a project for your school buddy Grace...”

“Yes I heard, she told me all about it, all those photos you had to take and all the traveling going on, your mutual friends from the States visiting and you joining them on their trip to Italy.”

“So dear I hope you understand I never had a dull moment in the past two months, but now I definitely want to visit you. I want to see this hippy dwelling of yours.”

“I don’t have a hippy apartment, I have a very cozy little house, and I’m sure you’ll love it. It isn’t as grand as yours but I love it. So when would you like to visit?”

“How about next Sunday, is that convenient for you?”

“I have no problem, but you remember that Claire wants to be in on the visit as well?”

“Does she now?”

“Only if you feel up to it, but Sundays are always rather busy for her in the restaurant, but, hang on, isn’t your shop closed on Monday?”

“Yes.”

“Well, the restaurant is as well, so Monday would be a far better choice for a get-together.”

“OK no problem, but what about you, don’t you have to work on Monday?”

“Not next Monday I don’t, it’s one of these days when we’re supposed to get some additional schooling as teachers, but I can get out of that easily. So lunch next Monday would be absolutely great.”

“Anything special you want me to bring?”

“Yes, your camera.”

“I see, it’s going to be that kind of lunch then?”

“It will all depend on you whether you want to indulge in your favorite pastime or not.”

“Say no more, I’ll have it with me, with plenty of memory cards; be sure to wear something nice.”

“Something nice or something less?”

“Both are appreciated, I would say that contrary to usually wanting more, in this case, I would say that less is more. One final question, when do you expect me to arrive, Oh, and can you text me your address please?”

“Hasn’t Jada told you where I live? I thought she would have by now but OK I’ll send it to you. So see you Monday at noon then?”

“Okidoki.”

I wondered how this would turn out: Sunshine had already warned me that her sister Claire was a bit of a handful. I’d only seen her a few times in the restaurant as the host and she always acted very professionally. Well how hard could it be, I’d handled tougher women and I had the remainder of the week to mentally prepare for this visit.

When I got out of bed Monday morning after the Friday riding adventures I took my time to prepare in the bathroom. I wanted to look my best for our local hippy community, as I liked to refer to Jada’s teacher Daniele (Sunshine) Brooks, and her younger sister Claire Brooks. After the session, I had with Sunshine when she was visiting the studio to approve Jada’s work on the fake men’s magazine we made for Hellen, I sort of knew what to expect. The only mystery that remained was Claire, but from what I heard she loved a roll in the hay just as much as her older sis. So better be completely prepared for whatever they have in mind.

I particularly took great care in what and how I shaved. My cock is not one of the biggest and when it’s surrounded by pubic hair it looks even smaller. So as usual I meticulously removed all hair from my pubic area. I didn’t bother to shave my legs. After all, I was not a professional cyclist. I was lucky not to have any hair on my chest and back, an omission which, over the years, I had seen women rather appreciated. I knew a lot of hairy men shaved their body hair as well. After my extended shower and grooming my body, I took a light breakfast. I presumed I was going to get a lot of excellent food for lunch, some of it probably even prepared by the chef of The Deerhunter, compliments of Claire who worked there as a hostess.

By eleven I was getting nervous, so I decided to sort out the photos of the girls I took on Friday evening, especially the ones I took of Joy. Looking these over even resulted in a rise in my lower region. I was wondering if I hadn’t made a mistake by telling her it was only a one-night stand. I am after all very attracted to red-haired women. But then thinking of what might await me this afternoon, I decided I had done the right thing; there were more than enough women in my life to keep me occupied. I even began to wonder how long I would be able to keep this up. In a documentary about what older people do, I saw a chap well in his eighties who went weekly to the red-light district and once a year to Thailand for a month, and that was not exactly to see the temples.

Despite that I had had dates with two or more women before, I was a bundle of nerves when I left home around twenty to twelve. Sunshine had told me not to come by car as Claire had foreseen, aside from the bottle of Gevrey Chambertin, a selection of wines to pair with the food they were going to present. As this was not a professional wine tasting of the ‘take the wine in your mouth, turn it around your tongue and pallet, experience all the different flavors and then spit it out kind’, we would probably consume more than enough wine to be over the legal limit for driving. As a bonus, the walk settled my nerves a bit.

I had never visited Sunshine in her home, so I was curious about what her house would look like. From the address, I knew it was an area with free-standing houses, some small but also extremely large on gigantic plots of land. Hers proved to be modest, a nice cottage with a thatched roof. It reminded me of the film house where Alice entered Wonderland. There was a nice front yard, with for the moment only some early spring flowers like crocuses and a few snowdrops. I guess the local beekeepers would be grateful that she provides them with an abundance of these first flowers for their bees. When I walked up the path to the front door it swung open before I could even ring the bell.

“Welcome Lew to my humble abode.”

“Hello Danielle, thanks for having me ... nice house, I love it, it even reminds me...”

“Of the house in Alice in Wonderland, yes people keep telling me that, I have no idea why, I don’t see it.”

“Maybe you should watch the film again, I’m sure you’ll see the likeness then.”

“Come in, come in, make yourself at home.”

Walking into the house I entered a small hall, as traditional as you can imagine, with a cupboard next to the wall and a mirror above it with a dried flower arrangement in a vase on top. The traditional coat hanger and an old copper charcoal skuttle serving as an umbrella stand. You couldn’t get more traditional than this. Oh yes, I forgot, two doors, one probably leading to the guest toilet and the other most probably to what would be the living area. No sign of Claire, I wondered if she wouldn’t be there after all.

“Did you bring your camera as I asked you to do?”

“Of course, if you ask me to bring my camera there must be something worthwhile to photograph, I guess.”

“Yes, but I must warn you, it is something that you could not guess in a million years. I ... we hope it will not offend you.”

“I hear ‘we’, so that means Claire is here as well?”

“Absolutely but she is here in a very special capacity.”

“She’s the chef and she’s busy in the kitchen?”

“Not exactly, it has to do with the food but not what you might expect, you may want to have your camera at the ready when I open the door for you.”

I can assure you she had me wondering and I felt my nervousness return. What would I see when she opened that door? I didn’t have to wait much longer as she extended her arm, put her hand on the handle of the door, pushed it down, and opened it wide, giving me a full view of the dining room and the dining room table.

What saw was the very last thing I could have imagined. On top of the table was a naked female body with lots of stuff displayed all over her enticing form. Since it had been a while since I had seen Claire’s naked body it took me the better part of 15 seconds to realize it was her lying in the middle of the dining room table as a food buffet. The moment I did recognize her I put my camera to my eye and started snapping away. It was only when I started clicking away I saw that her lovely naked body was covered with sushi.

She was strategically placed on a black tablecloth, contrasting with her whitish skin. Over her eyes, she wore a golden mask, which was an integrated part of some sort of helmet also covering her hair. On each of her shoulders, I saw a beautiful pink rose. Looking further down, I noticed that none of her enticing feminine parts were immediately visible. Her boobs were artistically covered with another pinkish flower made of what looked like smoked salmon. In the valley between her boobs was a row of what looked like big orange caterpillars made of a white rice base covered again with a slice of smoked or raw salmon. Then under each of her boobs, following the contour was a small row of the more traditional black-sided sushi rolls, filled again with rice and a small flowery shape, again made from salmon in the middle.

This was something I had never before seen in my life, I was completely mesmerized by the display, and when Danielle spoke, I was startled.

“I hope you like sushi Lew?”

“Euh ... yes of course, but I’ve never ever seen it displayed in this way.”

“I warned you.”

“Yes you did, but still it’s a shock, first to see your sister for the first time in the altogether and then all these colors and the beauty of the food. Can I take some more pictures please?”

“Yes, but don’t take too long, the food may go bad displayed at body temperature.”

“Yes, I’ll only be another few minutes, but this definitely needs to be fully documented.”

Looking further down Claire’s body, I noticed a row of sushi looking like an orange dragon starting from just below her tits and going to her belly button. It sort of formed the stem of a green leaf, I guessed from a banana tree, cut in a heart shape, which covered her pubes, with the point of the heart pointing towards her knees. On the leaf another dozen different smaller sushi were displayed, some with rice on the outside, and, as I was to find out later when we were actually eating, some containing soft cheese. Some were even yellowish on the outside, I had no idea how they’d done that, but then I’m absolutely no sushi expert. I could see on the table that we would be eating with chopsticks, so that was going to be fun. On her thighs, there were sushi rolls presented on a slice of lemon, the orange of the salmon toning nicely with the yellow of the lemon peel.

“OK mister photographer now comes the nourishing part, we eat.”

“How about the display, does she eat as well?”

“Don’t you worry about the display, she already had a bite to eat before you arrived.”

So we dug in. I surprised Sunshine with my chopstick skills. Many times in my life I had been to China, Japan, and Thailand and had learned to work with these things. Sunshine was struggling a bit, but yeah if she wanted to eat the sushi and not her sister she couldn’t use a knife and fork of course. Up until now Claire hadn’t uttered one word, nor made a sound, though when Sunshine pricked her a few times with the chopstick, she did complain.

“Hey sis, it’s the sushi you need to grab, not my skin please.”

“Sorry, but I warned you I’m not so good with these things.”

“Why don’t you ask Lew to take them for you.”

“And then what, put them on a plate for me to eat?”

“No ask him to feed you, I’m sure he’d love to do that for you.”

“Yes I would, that would be a first for me as well, feed a hippy, never done that before in my life.”

“Ha, ha, very funny.”

“Come on Danielle, just admit you have a problem using chopsticks and would appreciate me helping you out and feeding you.”

“OK, if that makes everyone happy, but don’t you dare tell anyone outside this room about this.”

I put up my two fingers, bit them carefully, and said, “Scouts’ honor, I won’t tell a living soul.”

I picked up a nice piece of smoked salmon from Claire’s boobs and presented it to Sunshine. She dutifully opened her mouth and I put the succulent piece of fish on her tongue. She waited patiently until I had removed the chopsticks. I repeated the procedure but this time the salmon ended up in my mouth. All of a sudden it occurred to me that if I was feeding one sister why couldn’t I feed the other one as well?

“How about it Claire, would you like me to feed you as well, or did you have enough before my arrival?”

“I could eat a few.” She replied.

I picked up one of the sushi caterpillars nestled between her boobs and presented it to her. She looked at me, opened her mouth and bit off a piece of it. The other half ended up in my mouth. I could imagine that eating food and lying down, was a bit tricky as she could easily choke. I had to be careful which pieces I chose to feed her. The next one was for Danielle again, after which I took the last slice of smoked salmon from one of Claire’s tits and put it in my mouth. From a previous encounter, I remembered that Claire’s boobs were a lot bigger than her sister’s but she had the same long nipples which were hard and clearly aroused by what was going on. I couldn’t resist taking the one, that was now visible, between the two chopsticks and pinching it. She gave a mousy little squeak.