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“Hmph! You _like_ having ice on your skin?”
I nod as you reach into the tumbler of iced tea you’re holding
and fish out another piece of ice. I can feel my crotch start to warm
with anticipation. Playing the game, though, I try to change the
subject….
“So, how was your ride? How far did you get?” I ask as you begin
tracing the top curve of my breasts above the fabric with the ice.
“Not more than 10 or 12 miles. Dave’s bike got a flat and we didn’t
have a spare.” You have some trouble keeping your voice even as your eyes
watch my breasts twitch from the cold. My top is now soaked down to
my nipples and the cloth clings tightly to my skin. Another breeze
passes and a delicious shiver runs through me, so I lay back to steady
myself, not really meaning to pull away from your hand.
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I knew you would enjoy this view, and your expression and
straining shorts verify that fact. After a significant pause, during
which I pretend not to notice you staring at my body, you close your
mouth, recompose your face and look up to my eyes.
“What [...]

“BRR! Now I’m cold!” I fib, scowling, but enjoying your pleasure
to my body’s reactions. I sit up, placing my feet on either side of the
lounger to rise, but you sit near the foot of the chair, sideways to me,
placing your hand on my bare thigh to keep me seated.
[...]

“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!)
“What `other’ lover?” you demand playfully, as you run the
shrinking ice cube across my chest with your finger. The cold wetness
has caused my nipples to harden, quite obvious through the thin, soft
cotton of my top.
“You know …,” I chide, “My other lover who does _nice_ things
for me.”
“Oh REALLY? Who is this guy?”
My top is getting very wet from my sweat and the melting ice.
A sudden breeze blows across me, causing me to shiver involuntarily. I
see your eyes sparkle with delight as you watch my breasts jiggle and
my nipples grow even harder.

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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.
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I can’t believe I have time to relax! I’m sitting here in the sun,
in a tank top and shorts, feeling those nasty ultraviolet rays warming
my skin. Skin cancer? No way! I don’t spend enough time out here to be
at risk. I wonder if I’m even out enough to maintain my vitamin D levels!
Mmmm. It feels so good!
I close my eyes from my book and tilt my face up to the sun.
I can hear you walk up quietly, but I don’t react. What will it
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.

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