Rocket Pop

It’s only the first weekend of spring and today it is ungodly hot outside. I have all the windows open. A light breeze flows through the house and relief covers my body. That breeze is the only relief thats drifted through this house since about 9am this morning.It’s so hot I don’t hear kids playing around outside and it’s only 11:30. I’m sprawled out on my bed with nothing on. Peter, my boyfriend, will be coming over in a little bit to fix my A.C. I thought I could go without one for a while, but if this is the first weekend of spring and it already feels like hell outside; then I don’t stand a chance.I get out of bed and walk over to the floor to ceiling mirror on one side of my bedroom. çankaya escort I lift my arms and do a slow spin. I don’t have a perfect body but it’s pretty damn close. I’m 5ft 6in. Long legs, long blond hair that falls to my waist. I have big blue eyes. I’m a 36 D. There’s a scar across my tummy that I’ve had since I was little, I don’t really remember how I got it. I realize that I need to work on my tan. I start to look around the room in search of my black bikini. I think for second to go outside completely naked but I really don’t want to chance the creeper next door catching a peek. I find the bikini and put it on. I throw my hair up in a messy rus escort bun. I grab an ice cold beer from the fridge and head out to the pool.I have a nice pool with wide lawn chairs, great for parties. I head to my favorite lawn chair. It’s a lawn chair that is wide enough for two people. It’s a couples lawn chair. I got it when Peter and I started dating. I sit down and put on tanning lotion. I rub some on my arms, legs, and belly. I really wish Peter would hurry and come over so he can put tanning lotion onto my back .I lay back to catch some sun. Then I hear the ice cream truck. Its the first one of the season. I hear children running from inside their houses eryaman escort to catch the truck. It must have stopped in front of my house because the sound is extremely loud. I hear the kids screaming what they each want. “Rocket Pop!” “Vanilla Cone!” “Cookies and Cream!” I can’t help but smile. The ice cream struck use to be my favorite growing up. I could live off Rocket Pop Popsicles. Something always fascinated me. I would suck on that Popsicle until there was nothing left. Then I’d run to the mirror to see if my lips turned colors from sucking so hard. The ice cream struck must have done its duty because the kids have calmed down and I can hear the music of the ice cream struck start to fade off in the distance. I close my eyes and take in the sun and the happiness of the day and how much happier I’ll be when Peter gets here to fix my A.C. Seconds after I close my eyes I hear a familiar voice.”Hello, beautiful,” it’s Peter.”Hi,” I reply with a smile.