Looking for A Shot (part 1)

"Lick it...I dare you to lick it." Coolspot's eyes lit up devilishly, her mouth turned at its ends with a smirk. Her smooth tanned thigh arched precariously towards me.

Her short shorts exposed the slender stems of sun kissed flesh. Her ample plump cleavage jiggled in their tank top as she presented her thigh to me. A single solitary drop of melted ice cream slid down her inner thigh slowly.

"Do it...I dare you." She smiled as she licked ice cream from her tiny blue plastic spoon. The tiny blue plastic spoon that let the single drop of ice cream drop from the single cup which balanced gracefully in her well manicured fingers.

My mouth watered. Her raven colored hair blew in the wind cascading across her suddenly erect nipples which poked through her bra and tanktop urging me to just do it. My heartbeat quickened. "Do it" my heart spoke...then in a flash the outside world stopped spinning and I was very aware. Aware that we were standing on Broadway on the upper west side. Handballs clattered from the park we stood in front of, cabs were zooming through the street, eyes were everywhere, eyes were watching me. I did not do PDAs (the displays of affection not the handheld computers) well.

She used one of those manicured fingers to wipe the ice cream droplet from her leg, placed it precariously toward my mouth then pulled it away and tasted it herself.

"That would've been so sexy, if you licked my thigh right here on the street" She sighed and continued walking. I had missed my opportunity. An opportunity I had been looking for since our first and only rendezvous. We were enjoying our walk together. Walking for miles to her friend's apartment to watch a movie on video. The film was playing at the local second run theater but we sided with the rental and a nice bottle of Alize'. And here I had ruined my chance before the night got started. Here it was that we only saw and spoke once in a blue moon and here she was looking absolutely beautiful, smelling delicious and I...missing my shot.

Sip after sip we finished most of the bottle in her friend's expensive studio while we watched the pseudo horror film. Sip after sip I was intoxicated by her aroma, her flirts, her laugh. Sip after sip I was painfully aware that we were alone in her friend's expensive studio with that big fluffy bed only feet away. Sip after sip until we both were tipsy and I knew my shot had passed.

"Where's that ice cream again?" I smiled.

"All gone, you missed it. The time has passed."

"Has it?" I said as I got on my knees. "I think it was right about here." My tongue traced it's way up her smooth thigh tasting the remnants of the spilled ice cream, her sweat and lotion which was all sweet to my tongue.

"Ok, enough." She got up and went to eject the movie.

"Do you still find me attractive? I mean I think you did before, back when.." My voice trailed off...

Coolspot fell to the floor giggling as the movie ejected. Her boobs bounced with every exhale, her legs kicked in the air. I slid next to her there on the floor, took her hair in my hands, pulled her close and kissed her fully. Our tongues wrapped around each other softly. I felt a light twitch in her mouth then her body relaxed in my arms. Her muscles ceased with every soft lip suck. I held her up then slowly laid her back on her back and made my way back to the couch.

"I find you attractive...yes, I do...you know I do." She stared at me over the coffee table.

The tables turned, literally when Coolspot pushed the glass coffee table back, sat next to me closely and we started to kiss hard, passionately. My hands found her firm tits. Her hands grabbed at my firm dick. I pulled up her shirt and not being able to pull her tits from her bra, I licked her cleavage. Her hands grabbed my chest then pushed me back with force.

"Wh...wha..what's wrong?"


To Be Continued...

Haagen Daz Revenge (part II)

I was pleasantly surprised when You removed 2 one pint containers of Vanilla Haagen Daz ice cream from the brown bag.

We searched vigorously through Ernie's cabinet drawers for spoons, finally locating them in the dishwasher.

You told me that you dont play spades either and suggested we go into the bedroom to watch a movie. Mimi looked up from her card game, eyes following me suspiciously, as I follow You into one of Ernie's bedrooms. I gave her a smile and wink and closed the door behind us.

The room was small and intimate compared to the massiveness of the rest of the apartment.

Pushing aside clothes on the bed, You located the remote control and turned on the television. We sat down on the bed pulling off the top of the ice cream container.

You scooped a bit of the ice cream onto your spoon, asked me to open wide and placed the spoon in my mouth. I savor the flavor, letting the spoon linger in my mouth a little longer than it needed to. You look at me with lust in your eyes and my eyes read the same thing!!! You placed the unfinished container and spoon on the nightstand, and ran your fingers through my hair, and yanked it unexpectedly, forcefully placing your tongue in my mouth. I should have been upset (fuck is this nigga yanking my hair for!!?!?) but I was turned on and submitted to you. The taste of the vanilla bean drenched our mouths.

Your orders were to get undressed as you would do the same thing. I stripped down to my bikini panties while you, your sexy ass paraded in boxer briefs and Timberlands! I had never seen anything like it!! Your sculpted body made me want to Bronze it and put it on my shelf!! Perfection!!

You scooped ice cream onto one of our spoons and drizzled it on my nipple. Your hot tongue saved me from the sudden coldness. I grabbed your head wanting you to bite me instead of suck. I was a bit sadistic. You bite not only my neck, but my shoulders, and collar bone. I was extremely turned on by the pain. You dip another spoon full and drizzle it on my stomach. Licking my hip, you move your head between my legs and are engulfed for what seems an eternity. You devour every drop of me.

There are knocks on the door and we are both receiving a myriad of calls. I was well aware that that The Fucker Asshole is calling me, but I could care less who is calling your phone. Ignoring both phones and now bangs at the bedroom door, we continue. We fucked all night. I had never experienced a sore pussy until this night. No one had ever put in the work You did to ensure that I was pleasured. You were indeed, at that point, the best I'd ever had. You held me, kissed my forehead and rubbed my back until the sandman came and took us both away.

"Its morning, as we slept the night away..." --Shirley Murdock

We both awaken to a loud bang at the bedroom door, You realized that you'd better open it before Ernie or Mimi busted it open. You cracked the door open to speak to Ernie while being cognizant that I am laying naked on the bed. Once you were done with your conversation, you closed the door and jumped on the bed. You kissed me gently on the lips and said we had to get dressed. You told me what a wonderful night you had and asked me for my number, thought maybe it would be a good idea if I come to the studio to hear some of your work.

After we put our clothes back on, we exchange information. I'm looking forward to another night like this. Mimi walked me downstairs and helped me hail a cab back to the upper east side. I hopped in and promised I would call her with details.

On the ride home, my phone rang and it was Fucker Asshole. I knew that I would still need to explain somethings but I couldn't help but to think about the fun I had all night. I never knew revenge tasted so sweet!