Cooling Off Is Hot
God it is hot. It's even worse now that swimming is over. Carrie unpacked the car and entered the warm house. She raced to the bedroom to strip and get into the shower. "Oh! it will be so nice. Cool water washing over my body."
Rushing in, she immediately turns to close the door. As she pulls her shorts off she turns around and sees him sitting on the bed with an impish grin. Luke stands up and steps close in front of her. Her shorts around her ankles pull tight.
He has stepped on her shorts, so Carrie steps out of them. He lifts her shirt over her head and she raises her arms to help.
The shirt falls to the ground when he releases it and he draws his fingertips down the inside of her arms and down the sides of her breasts. When his hands reach the seam of her tankini top, he grips it and slowly raises it. She feels her midriff exposing to the air and anticipates the feeling of her breasts being freed. The top peels off slowly. First raising the breasts then suddenly, they are free. They bob a little and settle firmly with dark areola and hard nipples pointing slightly up. Carrie hears him take a breath.
The top peels over her face and she finds him staring into her eyes. She is hot from being outside and in the car and hot from being in the small space with him. Sweat beads on her temples and between her breasts. Seeing this, Luke leans a hand down to the night stand and takes a long piece of ice from his drink.
Staring into her eyes, he runs the tip along her forehead from temple to temple. The cold ice on her hot skin is insane. She tingles all over. He runs the ice around her neck to the front and then down her throat. The line of tingling cold pleasure is drawn down between her breasts; all the way to her navel.