It's a hot evening, the temperature demands that a couple of double scoop ice cream cones is in order. We walk back, hoping that the mixture of the cold treat and the single oscillating fan will cool our bodies. You get a twinkle in your eye and shyly suggest that the fan would have a better chance of reaching its goal of cooling us down if it didn't have to fight through clothing to reach our skins. As I watch you undress, I don't know what's causing the sweat to bead more on my forehead; the heat or your body bending over to slowly show me that luscious ass of yours. You turn around to watch me undress. I do so nervously, I don't want to seem like a hick to a big city girl but I can't help but study your body. I know that I want that body held fast to mine, I want you to call my name when you are excited; but I know that this is probably something that happens every day and is accepted as the norm.
A dewy moisture clings to your pubic hair, quickening my heartbeat while I watch a single drop of salty sweat trickle slowly from your patch down your thigh. I try to keep my titillation of our nakedness from becoming apparent. You pat the cushion beside you on the couch that you demurely slink your body onto. I sit, tucking my cock in between my legs, hoping that you haven't noticed its tip starting to peek out of my foreskin.
The oscillating fan blows just off to the side of me, the breeze it's creating makes your nipples begin to swell and harden as I watch your tongue do a slow lazy swirl around the cone. To keep my mind occupied, I begin to talk about anything and everything, forgetting about my cone but watching your disappear, each flash of your tongue making my cock squirm between my legs. The fan begins its arc and catches a few drops of my melting forgotten ice cream, splashing on your breasts. My mouth drops, horrified.
You smile and sternly say, "you make the mess, you clean it up." I lean over and lick the gooey sweet mixture from your breast, making a quick kiss on your hard nipple. A blob of the top of my cone falls onto your thigh. You sigh, take my cone and coo, "such a messy boy." You widen the space between your legs, and with your free hand you guide my head down towards your lap. "I expect every single drop licked up."
I get off the couch and kneel between your legs, no longer being able to hide my hardness and not caring, just wanting you to want to have it. Your legs spread wider and I put my mouth to the dollop of fallen ice cream and suck it in. I move my head to your moist pubic folds, spread them with my fingers and drop it right into the middle of your vaginal hole. I hear you take a sharp intake of breath; as I slowly roll the melting dollop up your slit to your pulsating clit and hold it there. I look up to see you with your eyes closed, my cone moving back and forth in your mouth, your tongue flickering around the edge of that cone; I harden even more.
