quenching thirst
Saturday morning and I'm still in my bathrobe, reading
the paper, drinking coffee. I glance out the window and
see my sister in law jogging up the street toward the house.
She lives in the neighborhood and jogs by several times
a week. Sometimes she stops and this time looks like she's
coming in for a visit. I answer the door and she comes in,
very chatty and sweaty and looking fit. She asks for a glass
of water and she and the wife head through the house to the
back door and out onto the patio.
Sure, I'll get the water. As I open the fridge to get
ice, my robe opens some and I notice that I am still naked
under the robe, my balls swinging freely underneath. Totally
unplanned and unrehearsed, I reach for the ice cube from
the freezer... take the cube down to my hanging balls and
rub it up and down my sac, feeling the coolness on me, feeling
my balls retract a little, and then I drop the cube into the
cup. One by one, I do five cubes like this, each one touching
me and taking my scent into the cup. Then I glanced out the
window to the patio, watching the girls as I fill the cup
with water. I secure my robe and head out to the patio, passing
the cold water to my sister in law, who graciously thanks
me. I headed back into the kitchen and watch out the window
as she slowly sips at the cup, playing with the cubes on her
lips and tongue, savoring the refreshment, unknowingly
enjoying every last drop and unwittingly making my day.
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