Fun with gelato …

After we got to our room, Sal excused herself, saying she’d forgotten something and went back out again. I shrugged and sat on the balcony. I heard her come back, and shortly afterwards she appeared at the doorway, naked and beckoning me with her finger. I smiled and did as I was told. Three or four towels were laid out on the floor, and she was standing by them holding something covered with a small cloth.
“Clothes off, Luce,” she said. I knew by now not to argue with that request; why would I? I quickly removed everything. “Lie on your back.”
Ideas ran through my head as to what was under the cloth. When I was comfortable, she stood by my feet looking down at me. With a flourish, she removed the cloth and I could see what she was holding. A huge bowl of gelato.
“You’re joking!” I said.
“Nope. I’m going to smear this all over you … and lick it all off. Any objections?”
None that I could think of. None at all. She opened my legs and knelt between them. Putting the bowl on the floor beside us, she dug out a large spoonful and dropped its contents on my breasts. I gasped at the cold. She used the spoon to spread it around. I shivered as my flesh reacted to the cold. It was a strange feeling; first, a little shock, followed by a cooling from the heat in the air and a few tickles as it slid around.
She placed another spoonful on my tummy, then another above my groin. Watching me, her fingers landed on that last spoonful and moved it slowly over my pussy. I braced for the shock of cold, but it didn’t come. Just a cool feeling, as it slid over my clit, and melted over my sex. She massaged the area slowly, rubbing the gelato into my folds.
A crazy mix of sensations was running through me. Heat from my sex, mixed with cool flashes as the coldness reached new places. Topped by the pressure of her fingers tracing over my delicate flesh.
She leaned over me to give me a kiss, and I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t resist. I nudged her knees and pulled her arms simultaneously. With a shriek, she collapsed on top of me, sandwiching the gelato between us. We both dissolved in a fit of giggles. Bringing my legs over hers, I rolled us over, so I was on top. She was still giggling.
“You’re mad.”
I kissed her fiercely and she responded, our hands mauling anything they could reach as we rolled around. Arms, thighs, bums. We were now well-covered in rapidly melting gelato. I split her legs, and pushed my pussy onto hers, rubbing them together. Her hands pushed my bum, asking for more. After a few humps, I stopped.
“Who’s licking who?” I asked.
She reached for the bowl. It was still over half full.
“I think there’s enough for both of us, don’t you?”
There was. More than enough. You can only take so much melting gelato, and we did have to lick it out of some interesting places.
A lot later, after we’d showered together and made sure we’d got all the bits out and washed all the stickiness away, we lay on the bed.
“Whatever made you think of that?” I asked.
“Marcus and I tried it once.” She turned to me. “You don’t mind me talking about me and Marcus, do you?”
“Hell, no. The other day, you wouldn’t tell me enough.”
She grinned.
“Only we tried it with fruit and cream. It didn’t really work. They weren’t the right consistency. The cream melted instantly, and the fruit was too big. We ended up laughing too much to do anything. We had to shower and ended up with a fruit salad in the shower tray.” She was giggling now. “But when we were eating the gelato this afternoon, it occurred to me it might be worth a try.”
“It worked. But I’m not sure I’ll be in a hurry to try it again. It’s a bit messy.”
Sal gasped and sat up.
“What?” I asked.
She looked at me. “What are we going to do about those towels?”
I looked at the floor. Lying there were the towels in a crumpled heap. All soaked in melted gelato, with some odd stains and tiny bits of fruit and who knew what dotted here and there. They were a mess. I turned to her and we both got the giggles again.
“Well,” I said. “We could try washing them out …”