You walk out on to the balcony after I called out softly. Taking in the view again, it never ceases to make you smile. You look around for me, the area lit softly by the lamp in the lounge. Suddenly my arms close around you from behind. You turn to harass me for sneaking up on you again but my arms hold you in place. With a soft jingle you feel the thick padded cuffs slide around each wrist and then they are lifting up. You find yourself standing there, arms above your head, unable to move and before you even get to see me a blindfold slides over your eyes.
You start to ask what is going on when an ice cold dribble of liquid slowly rolls down between your breasts, sending shivers down your spine. A little gasp escapes your lips and you feel a hand close over your hip, holding you firmly in place. Another ice cold drip runs down from your right shoulder as lips brush the side of your neck. The lightest of all tingling brushes runs up your thigh, what was that? Certainly it couldn't have been a finger.
The straps of your top slide over your shoulders and you're exposed to the world as my ice cold tongue brushes each nipple in turn, the cool breeze only adding to the cool fire. There is a moment where nothing touches you and you tense in anticipation, suddenly a warm dribble runs down over one nipple as the ice cold tongue returns to the other; the conflicting feelings taking over your mind. Nails run down your spine as an ice cold finger trails down your stomach; this is becoming too much, you start to squirm.