“Sitophilia, sexual arousal caused by erotic situations involving food.” I wink at him. “So, you’re the reason the puritans think there’ll be orgies going on?” I ask with a smile.
“I prefer Nyotaimori. It’s a Japanese practice, but in this setting it involves couples and private parties as opposed to sex workers and public restaurants.” A sly smile and flare of heat lights his eyes. “It’s possible that my venture is what bothers them, but there are a few vendors with sex themed services and products; businesses like yours and Darla’s. I may have earned a reputation in the beginning, but now my clientele is mostly just couples looking for a unique romantic dinner and it’s all mainstream now. The growing desire for experiences over material possessions has contributed to the success of this part of my business. We should discuss it more at another time. With vacations back on the table, this venture might dissipate, but we’ll see.”
“Do you have a website? I'd like to check it out.” Managing our website is my domain, so I wait for him to retrieve a business card. While handing over his card, he places it in my hand with both of his and gives me a squeeze. Heat flares in my pussy and my stomach gets that flutter from the potential of a new adventure. He winks at me, and I put the card in my wallet for future reference.
“In the meantime, try some foods I have out. I have some chocolate body paint with fruit, bread to try some fondues and oils and bite sized desserts. Come back later and we can discuss our websites a little more if you like.” Ian gives me one last penetrating look before he turns to address another group approaching his table.
I turn to look at Jasmin. “You want to try some get horny quick food?”
“Hell, ya. Colour me hungry.”