It was a sweltering August afternoon, and the picnic basket swelled with
exotic, sensual fruit... erotic bites to savor. The drive in the country
had left us tasting the morsels in the middle of an old abandoned farm. He
pulled my silk scarf off of me and blindfolded me with it.
I was surprised as he began a sexy game of feeding me. The effect of
tasting the unknown was
exotic and sexy, and we both giggled with sheer delight at every bite. He
had taken the time to pack a variety of treats to tease me with, and the
thrill was intensified because I didn't know what I would experience next --
the sweet anticipation made me hot with excitement...a juicy strawberry? A
salty olive? A tart kiwi? A bit of chocolate? A taste of wine? I didn't
know what might roll across my cheek, up my neck, across my lips and into my
mouth.
"I packed something special for you," he whispered. I felt the cold of ice
on my neck, "Mmmmmm, ice," I whispered. "No, not ice..." he replied,
correcting me. "It's a popsicle."
As he licked the sticky sweet juice of the melting popsicle from my neck
with a soft hot stroke
of his warm tongue up to my ear, flicking it inside my ear just a bit, he
whispered seductively,
"It tastes so good, you taste so good." "Would you like some?" he teased,
giggling, as he circled
icy sweet juice across my lips. "Mmmmmm," I said, wanting more, as he
slipped it deep into my mouth, but then pulled it out quickly. And in my
blindness my mouth reached for it, begged for it,
tried to get another taste, but it was gone. Before I could get enough, I
felt it trail down my
neck to the crest of my cleavage, then he licked the sweet droplets from my
skin.
I wanted to feel the icy treat across my hard nipples; I wanted to feel his
soft hot tongue lick
the drops of juice as they hung from my hard nipples. Blindfolded, I didn't
notice when he pulled
back and approached my knee. I jumped a bit as he trailed up the inside of
my thigh, then licked
off the sticky sweetness from the back of my knee to the top of my thigh.
He lifted my skirt and
pulled my panties aside, exposing my aching hot wet pussy, then I felt the
cold run across my clit
as his hot tongue followed. He licked me clean as I couldn't hold back the
moans that escaped. I
was throbbing and aching; I wanted him inside me.
"I want you, I want you inside me..." I moaned.
Then I felt the cold enter my pussy, as he softly pushed the popsicle inside
of me just once. I
felt myself ready to come just as the thunder started. He licked the juice
and my come from my
throbbing pussy and I felt raindrops as big as dimes landing on me. I fell
back to the ground with
total satisfaction, and he pulled my blindfold off and said, "That was the
best damn popsicle I ever
had!" I had to agree, and as the thunderstorm crashed down and I awoke from
our ecstasy, we searched for someplace to take cover from the impending
storm...
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