The Cool Down
Taking advantage of the fact I was home alone, I stripped down to my bra and panties and turned on some silly romantic comedy. I flicked on the ceiling fan but it only seemed to push around hot stale air. Eyeing my large glass of lemonade I snagged a cube and trailed it up the scar bisecting my torso and over my full breasts. I shifted, enjoying the tingle of the coolness before it quickly faded. The slight gumminess stretch my skin as it dried. “Oh sticky!”
“I’ll lick it off.” The voice startled me and I shivered in anticipation.