I sighed and managed a smile as he left.The office was chilly and I felt my nipples push against my bra as I took off my shirt. This was going to be f...n. My nervousness began to fade as I shed my clothes in the large office. I stood their naked, trying to decided what to do when I came out. I spotted a towel and thought it would make for a nice little strip tease. I could hear Mark saying something but I couldn't make out exactly what. Then the locker room burst into a loud roar as the entire. Even through his narrowly opened eyes, he could not recognize it to be of any flavour he knew. He reached inside and pulled it out. It was cold and completely white. Lines of water melted off the sides and dripped to the floor. He observed it minutely in front of his face before letting the tip of his tongue graze along the edge. He tasted water, with the faintest hint of something else. Intrigued, he let his tongue wrap around the ice, trying to discern what the faint flavour was. The chill. I can't say that I've ever much thought about him in a sexual way, like I do with other guys. But, now, with Amber telling me all this about how good a lover he is and all, he's looking a little different. No, he's looking a whole lot different.I wonder how it is to have sex with him. Amber said he was a good lover. That "he fills you up so much." Boy, do I remember her saying that. I wanted to stop her and ask, "You mean he's got a really big dick?" But how could I ask that. And, that he knows. I could tell that she was a little bit touched in the head, but over the phone she didn't sound like the straightjacket type. By the end of my shift, I was ready to thump my rod on the control board, I mean it was so stiff that a cat couldn't scratch it and I knew that going home and jacking off wouldn't solve the problem. What’s-her-face was going to have chip in for the good of Hank's jewels. I snagged her phone number, planning a rendezvous for later that afternoon. At about 2:30 PM, I.