It was a warm early summer day, I remember it like it was yesterday. I was wearing a simple summer dress, a blue floral pattern, cut off at my knees. My long blond hair was pulled up in a pony tail, and I wasn’t wearing any shoes… it was so hot in the house, the cold tiles under my polished toes was welcome…
The kids were outside playing, getting all their energy out so I could put them to bed early (hopefully); my husband said he has a surprise for me. I love surprises, especially from him. Last time he went down on me for an hour before we had aaamazing sex. I smiled, and my panties got wet just thinking about what it could be.
Maybe it was some more fantastic oral, mmm… his tongue licking, his lips sucking, warm humming, his fingers in me… digging at my g-spot. I was scrubbing a cup a little slower lost in my daydream, when I heard it, the jingle of my ice cream man. It is officially summer when you hear the ice cream man for the first time! But MY ice cream man comes to me all year round.
I bit my lip when I heard the tell tale jingle again… he knows what that jingle does to me, so he played it again but louder this time… oo goodie! He is closer! I’m so glad the kids are outside playing. God I love that sound, “jingle, jingle.” It makes me so wet and giddy when I hear that sound. Isn’t it amazing what sounds can do to a perverted mind?
Smiling as I looked over my shoulder, there is was walking towards me. There in his hand, was his belt buckle playing my tune. That simple noise is just like the ice cream man’s jingle for me. I’m get hungry from him, and excited every time I hear it.
A few more steps closer and we kiss, my hands reaching for his pant’s button and zipper. Some tugging, and then I reached into his pants, slinking down his body, to my knees…taking his pants with me; I could not WAIT for my treat.
<3 Jane
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