I didn't care.I didn't care. I shook myself out of the reverie and began to slowly and softly massage her back and shoulders, occasionally working my way down the jut of of her cute butt and down her legs. Periodic sighs and squirmings told me I was doing things right. It was wonderful, the simple tactile pleasure of running my hands over her skin, which was very warm, softly smooth, yet with the resiliency of good muscle tone and athleticism. I worked at it for a while until she was very relaxed, but I didn't want her to fall asleep on me. Time to try something else. "You like this, baby?" I asked her gently. She murmured an assent. "Good. Now just relax for a sec. I have to get something." I slipped off the bed and hopped barefoot into her kitchen, where I snagged an ice cube (one of the long, thin kind) or three from her freezer, and stuck them in a glass in the drying rack by the sink. Yes, I know, ice cubes are a little cliche these days, but I like a good cliche now and then. All the time if its a really good one. I dashed back to my reposing dancer. "Mmmm, you're back," she murmured drowsily, feeling my weight settle onto the bed. "Now what?" "Roll over, but keep your eyes closed. We've more yet to do." I helped her shift onto her back, and she settled down with another one of those cute wiggles I liked. And she kept her eyes closed, arms folded almost demurely at her belly button. It was a great view, her small breasts barely flattening back against her ribcage. I wondered where to start, and kissed her gently, with just a little tongue, while I did so. It had to be the tits. Grasping the ice cube (ice banana, really) I pressed it firmly into the pinkish nipple. Julie gasped, and the nipple ins- tantly popped erect. Its twin on her left breast followed suit. |