Orange Sherbet and Jessica Rabbit

by mgirl

Eddie Valiant sat at a small table in the dimly lit barroom, scooping the last spoonful of orange sherbet into his mouth. The band began to play as the spotlight hit the stage a few feet in front of him; her voice made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His body bubbled into a boiling inferno, which caused the sherbet that he just spooned into his mouth to instantly start melting. He didn't realize that an orange river of sticky cream was dripping down his chin like lava streaming from a volcano, until a drop hit his pant leg, at the same time the voluptuous femme with long sexy legs exposed through a slit up the side of her pink dress, which sparkled like stars in the sky on a clear cold night, instantly spotted him. Why Don't You Do Right were the words that flowed from Jessica Rabbit's luscious red lips as she sauntered her curvy hips over to his table. Leaning in close he could feel the warmth of her breath as she slowly licked the creamy orange from the edge of his lips, "I'm not bad... I'm just drawn that way," she whispered in his ear, placed her hands on her hips, turned and walked away.

6S - C2

mgirl loves to read and write, is from Canada, is forty something and has just become a Grandma.