Written By: Hummingbird
It was summer and very humid. The fan was turned on low, turning slowly side to side. The cool air felt good against my body. I went to bed around 10:30 that night. Sleeping off and on, I turned to look at the clock…1:00 a.m. The radio was turned down to where you could barely hear it. I turned from my side onto my back and threw the covers off. I was clothed only in a black laced thong. I turned my head over to look at him. I turned on my right side; one hand propped up holding my head. I softly finger tipped up and down the middle of his back. I placed my hand flat against him and rubbed him lightly. He let out a muffled moan. “Would you scratch me there, above my shoulder blade?” he asked. I didn’t answer, just scratched. He lay still on his right side. “Thank you.” I kissed the back of his neck. He started reading a book the night before by one of his favorite authors, John Grisham. Tonight he was so involved in his reading he didn’t notice me getting out of bed of a couple minutes later. I felt so alert, so widely awake. Unable to fall back asleep, I got up out of bed and put on my short, long sleeved, light blue flannel shirt. I buttoned only a couple down the middle. I put my long hair up in a bun.
I walked to the kitchen that was right next to our room. The only light that led my path was the one that dimly shined from the headboard. I turned on the light above the sink. ‘Am I hungry or thirsty’ I asked myself. I turned to the cabinet, took a glass from the shelf and placed it under the ice dispenser. I opened the refrigerator door, letting the nice cool air from it cover the front of me. ‘Ahhh, that feels good’. The cold air blowing across hardened my nipples and sent chills down my body. “Mmmmm.” I placed the glass inside on the shelf. I saw a couple of Hershey’s Kisses. I unwrapped one and ate it. Then the same with the other. I took an ice cube from the cup and took a small bite. When I did, a few small droplets of water traveled down my partially buttoned shirt. I tilted my head slightly back. It felt so good the way it slid slowly down my chest, between my now goose bumped breasts. I stood there, my head tilted back, feeling my body begin to tighten, legs shaking in their standing position. Bringing my head forward, I unbuttoned the two buttons and wiped the water from my chest. I took another cube from the glass and held it above my mouth. A few trickles dripped onto my lips. I licked my lips and moved the ice above my chest. A few more drops dripped down. My head fell back as I pulled my shirt back over my shoulders, breasts revealed to the cold blowing air. I moved my hand slowly side to side as more droplets came. Each one landing on my breasts, slowly trickling down.
I lowered the ice, running it lightly around my neck, then down my chest. I circled my breasts and nipples. I started to lightly pant as the ice melted slowly onto me. I gasped for my breath as I placed my hands entirely onto my cold breasts. I squeezed and rubbed them, tugging at the nipples. Short, whimpering moans released through my pressed lips. My hands moved from my cold breasts down my belly. I leaned my head forward to grab another piece of ice from the glass and rubbed my hands around it. I placed the ice to my lips sucking it partially into my mouth, running my cold hand up and down the front. I trailed down the middle, past my belly button. My hand met with the top of my black laced thong. I felt a warm, light thro