1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    sternum and string panties, my jaw dropped open just about the same time my knees locked up on me. Dumbfounded as I was, she had to be the one to shut the door behind me and insisted, “Do come in!” and pulled me further in by the elbow. “Miss Rose…” I started, not knowing what to do. “Please, call me Amy.” she corrected, setting the ice cream on the desk and pulling out the seat from under it. “You know, it was very thoughtful of you to leave me that rose.” gesturing for me to take the seat. “Well I…” “I was thinking about it all day.” she admitted, taking a seat on the bed. “You know, I was a little hard on you today. I realize that it wasn’t your fault.” “I… can understand…” I stuttered. “Oh, where are my manners?” she asked, raising up and leaning over me to get the ice cream. An oval globe peeked out at me from behind her silk robe. The other breast brushed over my arm and I could feel the warmth from it. I was in a trance at that point and my senses were heightened. The smell of her hair filled my lungs and the lamp reflected off of her robe in little sparkles. “Oh, you got me Neapolitan!” she said gleefully, “I get to have all the flavors I like.” and settled back down on the bed. “Miss… Amy…” I stuttered, “I don’t think…” “Goodness!” she interrupted, “There is no way I can eat all of this!” stabbing the spoon in it. “I should probably be on my way.” I muttered, feeling the effects of her presence on my crotch. “Nonsense, you have to help me out.” she insisted, but I ...
    started to get up. She shoved a large heap of ice cream towards my face, but I didn’t see it coming. She knocked the ice cream off of the spoon with my chin and it rolled down the inside of my shirt just as I was standing up. It rolled on my chest until I stood up and then the coldness hit my stomach. I had my shirt tucked in from working on that stupid go-cart, not wanting it to get caught on anything. But now, it caught a large clump of strawberry and it settled around my waistline. “Oh my!” she exclaimed, hopping up from the bed. “I am so sorry.” she apologized. She grabbed one of the napkins off the desk while her breast played peek-a-boo with my eyes. Turning to me, she feigned wiping the pink off of my shirt; but it did nothing to remove the discoloration. “That is going to stain. Quickly, take it off and we can run water over it before it does.” working her way down to my jeans. “It’s at the bottom of my shirt.” I informed her, feeling it ooze against me. Patting around my waist, she found the goo. She gave up wiping and unsnapped by jeans to get my shirt out. That opened a path straight to my crotch, as I felt it ooze on down. “I can do it.” I offered, hoping to avoid being embarrassed by my now dwindling condition. But she slapped my hand away. She lifted my shirt up, while holding the napkin to catch the freezing clump. But when it came out, she pressed it against me, trying to pinch it into the napkin. The spoon fell to the ground, but the strawberry ice cream was ...
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