It was one motherfucking cold pool day. The sun was out and the lounge chairs were cooking but the actual water was freezing. Ashley and I spent thirty minutes hip deep in the water trying to work up the will to surrender our bodies to the icy chill.
Ashley plunged in. She went under the water and swam a few feet away. She poked her head back out of the water and lied to me that the water was fine. I forgave her because the water distortion made her already ample breasts gigantic looking.
“Come on Shon,” she beckoned.
“Your boobs beckon to me despite my better sense.”
Ashley laughed. “Come to the breasts!”
I paused. This was erotica simplified. The promise of something attractive will make us crawl through glass, brave fire or wade through really cold pool water. It’s not like Ashley was offering me the chance to do something really naughty to her breasts; it was a public pool after all. It’s not like I haven’t seen breasts before and in fact, the person I am married to has a lovely pair herself. It’s completely irrational that breasts would hold any sort of appeal when I was shivering from the cold water, but yet it was a tantalizing lure. If I could just take having my entire body coated in ice, I could be that much closer to big boobs.
I stepped into the water. I was shivering and my testicles withdrew so much I had a vagina, but I was in the water.
And I was so very close to really nice boobs.
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Back in a different life of mine, I used to go to this pagan festival up in Colorado. Lovely little thing, situated around this good-sized lake you could see in the satellite pictures. The one drawback of the lack was the mountain-fed stream made it cold, more than cold. The type of cold where nipples could score ice and testicles… well, they called the lake the “Great Equalizer of Men”.
One of our rituals every year was to get up one morning, trundle down to the lake, and go skinny dipping for an hour. It was a skyclad festival, so that wasn’t the problem, but there were a couple times where I “followed the breasts” or cock, I wasn’t picky, to force myself to get into that lake. It was very cold.
This post reminded me of those days and gave me a nice big smile.
The only Seinfeld episode I actually enjoyed (not a fan) was the one where he is telling Elaine something along the lines of ‘it shrinks’ and she was like, what? He says, “yes, it shrinks like a scared turtle” – that is what I’ve been picturing today.
You in the pool with a scared turtle and sharp-as-glass tits. (grinning)
t’sade- You realize you get more fascinating with every comment, right? :)
musns- lol ‘Scared turtle’ was exactly where I was that day.