Licking Him All Over
Me and my two flat-mates invited Ray over to our place one night. He’d recently split-up with his girlfriend and was feeling blue. Unfortunately for him, so were we; we all fancy him and there’s been a long-running bet about who would get him in the sack, first. Katie says her long, blonde hair would get him going, while Nickie reckons he’s been looking at her chest now and again. Personally, I’m sure I caught him taking a glance at my pert backside last time he was here.
Ray is brilliantly clumsy. Within forty-five minutes of arriving, he’d managed to spill half a bottle of red wine over himself, so it wasn’t long before he was sitting on our sofa, wearing my favourite dressing gown. It revealed his well-formed chest and I could see the other girls stealing looks at his crotch, looking for clues as to his size.
The evening went on, full of chat and wine and, as we do, we broke out the ice-cream: one tub, four spoons and no washing-up to worry about. We passed the tub between us, but were chatting so much that, by the time it got to Ray, it was little more than liquid. Somehow, as I passed it to him, Ray let the tub slip and it emptied itself across his chest and began to trickle underneath my dressing-gown. He jumped up, by Katie sat him down.
“I’ve got a better idea,” she grinned and, opening the gown a little, began to lick it off.
Ray gasped and looked at me and Nickie in shock, but a lump began to form under the gown, just below his stomach. “Good idea,” I grinned and tugged the gown open further and started licking the ice-cream off his washboard abs. I heard Ray groan and then sounds of kissing, as Nickie got her claws into him.
From under the gown, I could see that the ice-cream had run all the way down to Ray’s obviously-excited groin. Taking him in my hand, I said to Katie: “Oh, look! A lollipop! Would you like to help me lick it..?”