Ah, this is what life is all about. The warm sun mixed with the sea breeze, laying on a towel out on a grassy little spot, just catching some rays and enjoying a delicious ice cream with my boyfriend, both of us relaxing in our swim trunks. While this is the last day of our vacation, that's no reason to let it go to waste, so we're going to make something out of it. We're probably going to go swimming at some point, but for now, it's just some seaside relaxation for us. There's not a lot of people on the beach further down, but this isn't the most popular spot out there, which is completely fine as far as I'm concerned—I'm here to relax and swim, not be annoyed at endless hordes of tourists, and I'm sure Isaac feels the same.
Well, there is something else I feel like Isaac might be here for, and it's something that I've been slightly dreading. Isaac is much more adventurous than I am, and so far, he's been strangely sedate throughout this entire vacation. In fact, I would've bet money on him having tried to convince me to engage in some sort of lascivious behavior, but no, none of that so far. That of course means that I'm really expecting it now. It'd be so out of character for him to not at least try something out here that I've almost made peace with it; it's coming and I'm probably going to be swept up in it and get up to some shit that might get us arrested if things go wrong.
By this point, I've already finished off my ice cream, because I don't like making a mess with it, and it does melt rather quickly. Isaac, on the other hand, couldn't be more casual, idly lapping at it despite it already looking quite soft and making quick progress towards turning liquid. And yep, sure enough, there's a drop dripping down onto his very good-looking chest, and he shivers ever so slightly from the cold, but makes no effort to clean it. In fact, he's just letting it run down... all the way from the top of his chest, down those wonderful abs, oh, and there's another drop, and another... every drop landing on his chest and eliciting a soft mutter of pleasure from him. Wait, oh no, I'm staring, and he's noticing. There's a sly grin on his face, and I know that grin, that's the grin that means he's about to make some pass at getting dirty. "Hey, Tri, this ice cream was real expensive, right? It'd be a shame to waste it, and I'm not so greedy that I can't share. Do you want some of mine? It's right there for the taking..." he says, wiggling his eyebrows and looking down at his chest, where more and more drips of ice cream are landing. "It's kinda like a plate, huh? Just get in there, and give it a little lick," he continues to tease me, knowing damn well what effect his words have on me. "Sure, there's folks nearby, but they're not paying attention, it's fine..."