My Summer Fantasy

The summer ocean breeze blew lazily through the open window. The air was humid and sticky. The evening was hot, and the night promised to be no less sultry. Two cold showers brought only temporary relief. Open windows, light drafts everywhere, and my hot body craving coolness.

I walked to the window. In the sky, stars were visible here and there. In the window opposite, I saw the man who had moved into that house just a week ago. Whenever I met him, I immediately became wet. My body responded intensely even to his scent. His full lips made my brain think about all the places his tongue could wander. I felt a droplet

of moisture trickle down the inside of my thigh. My hand slid down.

The man opposite walked to his window and closed it—he had air conditioning. Looking at me, he slowly licked the condensation droplets from his glass. It felt like a heater had been turned on in the room. I stepped back to the sink to cool down somehow.

There was a knock at the door. I opened it—he was standing on the threshold, the man from the apartment opposite.

"Hot night, don't you think?"—his eyes glided over my body.

"I agree, a night not for sleeping."—I lightly licked my lips.

"I thought maybe you'd keep me company eating some ice cream?"

I imagined cold ice cream sliding over my hot body, and my nipples tightened.

"Come in, let's try your ice cream."

I got spoons and easily scooped a piece of ice cream.

"Your nipples are hard. Are you cold?"—The man, apparently, decided to seduce me slowly and torturously.

"I'm eating ice cream,"—I smiled—"but, for a moment, I imagined a droplet of ice cream on my nipple."

"Like this?"—he placed a small piece of ice cream on my breast and began watching it melt quickly. A second later, the tip of his tongue started slowly licking the ice cream from my nipple, tracing circles around it.

A moan of pleasure escaped me. He looked at me and smiled lazily:

"And you're sweet."

A second later, I felt his tongue playing with my other nipple. The cold ice cream and his hot tongue were driving me crazy. I could barely stand, and my knees were buckling from his caresses. He set the tub of ice cream on the table and sat me down next to it.

"I want to try ice cream with you."

"Yes, but you're already eating ice cream with me."

"Not quite, I want to try it with your 'girl,' who will be my plate. Are you wet enough?"

I didn't have time to answer before I felt the tip of his finger slowly tracing the entrance to my vagina. The caress was so exquisite that I grabbed his shoulder and moaned.

"Quiet, sweetie, I've only just begun." He quickly bent down, licked his thumb, and began slowly massaging my clitoris, teasing the entrance to my vagina. I arched from the sharp pleasure. A minute later, he felt my juices trickling down his finger and knelt down with the ice cream. I froze in anticipation. He placed a little ice cream just above my clitoris and waited for it to melt. A second later, I felt the cold trickles of ice cream and his tongue. The sensations were so incredible that I spread my legs wider to give him maximum access. The cold, slightly sticky liquid, his slightly rough tongue, and warm breath... I was close to orgasm but couldn't quite reach it. As if reading my thoughts, he gently inserted a finger into my vagina and found my G-spot. I cried out and arched. He began sucking my clitoris while simultaneously caressing my erogenous spot. My hips rose in rhythm with his caresses, and my hand pressed his head to my 'girl.' The orgasm was so intense that I lost consciousness for a moment. Coming to, I found his finger still inside me. I smiled. How I love ice cream.