Film: male and female both bi. Let’s call this zamboni driver ‘Rory’ and he is about to get his first bonus of 2021. He works part time as an artist and the other half is his secret peace. His zamboni. His ice and rink. Peace. Able to reflect on the day and life. He had a friend from a peer group. Both of them were always drawn to the other. Something invisible pulling them closer. They had been talking more and more and realizing their worlds have been interconnected for some time. She never knew how to skate. One weekend he promised to take her on the ice before he finished up his shift for the night. He said to her “you can even watch me on the zamboni”. She very excited. Saturday evening she came up to the rink. The space and rink was smaller and more intimate than she expected. It smelled like dust, cleaner, rubber, and stale cigarettes. She saw him in the ice and watched him work for a while. So serious and a hard worker. He turned the corner of the rink checking the ice for spots before he would go over it with the zamboni. Our eyes met and he looked up and smiled his big smile. We both wave quicker than politeness. He comes to the boards and opens the door. We greet and hug. Both excited and nervous wondering if the other is going to bail.
I ask if you could take me on the ice in our boots…just so she can get used to not friction. Maybe next time you can teach me to skate. You laugh and says “of course”. We go slowly on the ice. You letting me holding onto you. Your hands, your arms, your waist, your hips. We are laughing while trying not to slip or lose control. You guide my hips showing me how to glide and move my feet. Even under my coat you can feel my hips and the heat from my body. You like holding my hips. Your fingers grip on.
Overhead this cheesy pop song comes on and both of us burst out laughing and try to dance to it. We end up slipping and falling on our butts. We both can’t stop laughing for what seems to be minutes. We are listening to the song overhead laughing and reaching for eachother. Eventually we sigh on your backs. Our heads side by side looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly classical music comes on (rachmaninoff) and we both stop and stare at eachothers eyes. Like ‘plata quemada’ our hands search eachothers. Rubbing up and down lightly.
In that moment we both understood that we are one the same and this is it. We grab and slide side by side.
We passionately kiss and press into eachother as if we couldn’t get close enough. I cant hear anymore its blurring into my face and legs. I feel heat circulating. I feel your life circulating. My legs rolling over your hips. I get ontop of you. You don’t stop a blink. We ride and writhe. We have no shame. We have no inhibitions. We are energy.
Cut to another scene: by the zamboni. You show me all the parts. Where the gas goes. Where the water comes out. You point to the seat and shift aswell. You smile. Its much bigger than I imagined. I pretend I don’t know feel the sexual intensity. I want you to tell me about your zamboni and your good work. I eventually can’t handle it anymore. I push you up against the zamboni. Face to face breathing heavily in eachother but lips not touching. I hold every inch of your member in my hand. Circling in up and around clockwise. You moan with pleasure. Deep. We both laugh and know its good. More and more. You want to touch me but I say not yet. You gotta be good first. You get a lap dance now I say. You lean back against the zamboni panel. On the cold walls. We open your jacket and take off that sweater and shirt. You let your pants fall. Underwear (jockstrap) exposed.your boots and socks are on. Fuck you are sexy.
I started a hard game of no touching. I want to touch you so bad. I want you to touch me bad.
I slowly take off my scarf, coat, and sweater. Leaving only my button down henley dress on. Im wearing my boots and beanie. You stare at my breasts. Perky and soft. Nipples are light brown and pink. I unbutton my dress to my belly and slowly slide my straps off to the sides. You rub yourself hard and stare at me. You want to grab me and fuck me. I turn around and grind up on you. You can’t look away from my ass and back. You slide my dress down to my ankles. My thong showing off my beautiful ass. You let out a stifled moan and say “oh my god” cause its so good. I smile to myself. I feel confident. I keep grinding in all circles, directions, and shapes. Maybe im spelling your name.
Guess.
We are becoming hotter and hotter. I can feel a bit of sweat on us. You want to touch my ass so bad. But you want to make me feel it. You are getting so large and tight I start to feel bad. I turn around and put my lips on yours…just so. You arent touching me yet… I make your lips move with mine and I say “you’ve been a good boy”. You grin and spin me around, back on the zamboni wall. You grab my ass and pussy and lift me up and against the zamboni. You slide in and I slip down a little.
We hold that moment for a few seconds. Both overwhelmed and amazed. It feels so good. We both smile and kiss passionately.
Your hips rolling up into me. It feels perfect. I am in heaven. I feel real. I feel loved. You love licking, sucking, and biting my breasts. It is electrifying. You love being lightly touched. Im just lightly stroking your chest and belly hair all over. Your neck. Your hips. Down and around your ass. I grab and squeeze your cheeks. You moan and giggle at the same time. God you feel so good. So soft and warm.
After some time you ask if I want to have a ride? I nod and we smile.
We climb up to the top. Still sweaty and slightly out of breath. You sit down on the chair. I kneel down and devoutly give you the most tender and heavenly blow job. We don’t want you to cum yet. You ask me to turn around. My ass is facing you. You bend me over the wheel. Its so cold and rejuvenating. You stare at my pussy and asshole for what seemed like the longest minute. You are worshiping me. I am honored to my devotee. You ru your hands up and down my thighs outside and to the front and back to my butt. You grab my thighs on the outside of my hips….shake them and slap my butt. I like it and it feels so exciting. For your eyes only.
You spread me and tell me how fucking wet I am. You come closer…I feel your breath. So hot and the air is so cold. Im nervous about what you’ll think of my pussy. My taste. My lips.
Your hot tongue circles around my clit first. Up and around. Tongue so wide and delicate. You say im the only vagina you love tasting. It taste different to you and you say you fucking love it. You love doing long licks and swirls in my vagina. I let you know I dont love finger fucking so you start to use your thumbs to pulls the sides of the wall a bit. Staring into me. Im moaning and breathing so much. Trying to relax and be present. Fuck this is amazing.
You begin to simultaneously give love to my butt cheeks with your tongue and lips. So close to my anus. The only person I will say yes to for analingus and anal penetration. God im in heaven. You are in your element. All of my sensations are on overdrive. Im electrified.
After time we both need it. So charged and ready. I sit down and slide on you. We rock open and closed hips for minutes. Arching and in synch with the music overheadb. I turn around and face you my thighs are past your chair. We hold long kisses and tongue kissing and biting. We just rock. In your lap I continue to rock. We both come and are transported to the middle of morning. We laugh and get dressed. Shocked with how much time has passed. You ask if I will come back to yours? I say of course…as long as we can have a cup of tea. You smile and say ” I have any kind of tea, biscuits, and bed for cuddling. ” I say “some of my favorite things!” We giggle and get dressed.
Wait…
We forgot…you have to do the surface before we go. I watch you circle the ice. My guy. My zamboni man.
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