Fun in the Sun part2
by HandJob Blog
be? I know you well enough to expect a “sneak attack.” Why do guys do
this? (Well, I guess I’m guilty on occasion myself.) Just when I’m
relaxed, reclined, letting the world disappear, somebody insists on
tickling me or dropping ice down my back! With a mental sigh, I brace
myself.
Ah, yes. Of course. Ice – on my chest (because my back is
against the lounger). You expect me to jump or scream, but I don’t.
I won’t. Instead …
“Mmmm … feels good.”
Actually, it does feel good; the cool, wet ice against my
baking skin. As it melts (quickly) and trickles down my cleavage, I
shade my eyes with my hand to look at you, as though I’m not sure who
you are.
“Oh, hi! It’s just you.” I say with a smirk. “I thought it was
my other lover.” (Oh how I love to tease you!)
...End of the part2. To be continued..