The temperature is hotter than yesterday at forty-two degrees centigrade according to my meter on the wall. The cold shower I had earlier was useless as it made me sweat again, making my thin white cotton shirt absorb the moisture.
My feet carry me in front of the fridge and I open the door to take out some cold water to drink. I feel dehydrated, hot and thirsty. I directly drink the water from the cold glass pitcher and, in the process, cold water runs out from the side of my lips down to my breast and a naughty idea comes to mind as I place back the pitcher inside the fridge.
I grab an ice cube tray and twist the tray with my two hands to loosen them in the tray while I am walking to sit by the window sill where a little wind blows from outside. I take the first ice cube and rub it around the back of my neck where it throbs till it melts. The icy water runs down on my back giving me goosebumps on my skin. It feels a little cooler as I have reached the window, opening it a little wider to comfortably sit by the window sill.
Taking the second cube to rub it on my lips and suck on, it easily melts away inside my hot mouth. The third cube goes on my forehead and around my face with the icy cold water being absorbed by my heated skin till it melts down. The fourth cube slowly travels between my breasts, melting. It feels a little refreshing as the wind softly blows and reaches my heated wet face. And my shirt now is soaking wet, like a second skin on my body.
The fifth cube travels around my nipples on top of my wet shirt making my nipples stiff. I stand, taking hold of the hemline of my wet shirt, slowly take it off my body, and resume my seat by the window sill. I can feel the wind caressing my wet body that makes my nipples harder.
Pinching my hardening nipple I start to rub the ice at the top of my panties, around the hard button between my legs, with the last ice cube feeling my slick and hard clit. I put my fingers inside my panties to part my pussy lips, rub around the lips, and keep it inside my wet pussy, in and out. Moaning, I lift my leg up to the window sill and resume flicking on my clit.
When I am on the edge, about to come, I stop rubbing my clit and take my fingers out from the inside of my slippery hole for a taste.
I raise my eyes directly to his lustful eyes, smiling.
"Have you enjoyed the show, my love?"
His pants are pooled down on his feet, hand still on his stiff cock rubbing.
"You are such a naughty tease,” he grins. “Come here, my love. Let me quench your thirst. I would let you have a creamy drink."