Mick Under Glass
Mick had left Beth downstairs and had crawled into his freezer, drifting off into a fitful sleep. He dreamed of a raven perched on the lid of his freezer, its black eye glaring at him through the frosty pane of glass. Soon the bird was tapping, tapping on his freezer lid.
Mick opened his eyes. The raven in his dream was gone, yet the tapping persisted. His tired eyes gradually focused on the lid of his freezer, and Mick was shocked to see Beth lying on top of his appliance, her nails tapping, tapping as she drummed her fingers on the lid. Even more shocking was the fact that Beth was naked. And smiling.
Mick raised his hands as if to push the lid open, and Beth wagged her finger at him through the glass in an "Oh, no you don't!" gesture. She then cupped one supple breast in her hand and caressed it, teasing a nipple that had already been made hard by the cold surface temperature of the freezer lid. Mick felt his loins stir as he watched Beth fondle herself. She pressed her breast against the glass. Mick reached up with one hand, and his finger traced the outline of the compressed nipple on the other side of the glass. His organ had become swollen, and his breath was beginning to fog up the inside of the freezer. Mick wiped the glass furiously to keep his view clear.
Beth got up on her hands and knees and turned around, rocking back on her haunches and squatting directly over Mick's face. Her hand drifted down between her legs – finding the spot that had been moist since she began walking up the stairs toward the freezer. She slipped first one finger, then another into her wetness. Mick took his member in his hand.
Beth began to rub her stiff, sensitive nub with a moistened thumb while her fingers worked their way in and out of her core. Mick stroked his thick shaft with one hand, struggling to keep the freezer lid clear of fog with the other.
It had been some time since each had enjoyed the touch of another, so it wasn't long before they climaxed. Beth fell back, her buttocks and pubic region suddenly filling Mick's field of vision. As her orgasm spread through her body, Beth's hips gyrated, and her buttocks thumped on the glass top. Below her, Mick watched and stroked. Soon it was his turn for release, his seed spraying, splattering the inside of the freezer lid and running down his hand.
Beth rested for a moment on the glass top, then climbed off and bent forward, looking into the cold container. Inside, Mick was lost in euphoria, his lips pursed, his eyes closed. Sweat had beaded into tiny ice crystals on his upper lip and forhead. His seed had frozen into tiny stalactites on the inside of the lid.
Beth tapped on the lid with her fingernails. Mick opened his eyes, saw Beth above him and smiled. Beth smiled back and blew him a kiss through the glass. Mick mimicked catching her kiss, and blew one back. Beth turned and walked away, leaving Mick to ponder what had happened. When he finally fell asleep again, Mick did not dream of ravens.