It's New Year's Eve, Y2K+ this time around, and without new memories to replace them with, the old ones come flooding back - from the good times; the good old days; the days of youthful lust and emotional affections - where time stands still, immobile and frozen like the world outside these four walls on a wintery night. And so, as Jason's thoughts return and focus there, a warm glow centers in his chest and radiates outward and especially downward and begins to make the pink-tipped flesh thermometer in his pants rise slowly but steadily. The heat glowing inside him is enough for now. There's no need to start tossing clothes on the floor to get ready for a simple mental replay.
A little lower and hanging beneath the thermometer the nerve endings tingle and help to begin pushing the fluids in the thermometer higher to make it more expansive. As his jeans tightened in front, he reached down and twisted his hips to make a comfort adjustment. To be effective and free, the thermometer must be pointing upward, and the tingle-berries must be shifted to avoid crushing pains down there. As the hormone-charged blood chemicals begin to flow toward the body south, his eyelids became heavy as if being drained. The temperature indication reads warmer. His body is entering "never-again-land" (aka) the physical effects of fond and sexy memories.
It was a long time ago and only now could Jason begin to talk about it. Memories such as these are meant to remain hidden and private. It's been said that talking about them makes them go away. That is the last thing he wanted to have happen.
It had nothing to do with the Official Secrets Laws or the Millennium Y2K Computer Bug that was supposed to render all computer applications null, void and inoperative. There was a "bug" all right, but it was a bug in their britches to make love on every piece of furniture in the two-bedroom apartment to break in the new Millennium by creating a night to remember. Julie affected men that way, but she had been strictly his since the Spring Carnival that year. She was smart, attractive, fun, adventurous and always willing to try new things; see new places; do new things.
At the apartment's swimming pool last summer, they were the only ones there that day. The sun was hot, and they'd had enough time on the lounge chairs teasing each other with how much clothing they were not wearing in public. Julie was a slender form with a firm, well-shaped ass, flat stomach and perky little cone-shaped breasts with nipples that popped right up -- ever ready - in anticipation of Jason's lips. She had the maturity of a woman, but her body was retained from her youth. All Jason had to do was look in the direction of her breasts and she knew where he had planned his next lip-lock attack. Most men "telegraph" their intentions even though they think they're being so cool about it. Today, she had other plans. "I'm getting hot laying out in this sun. Let's get wet," she stated, rising out of her beach towel covered poolside chase lounge.
Together, they eased down the steps into the pool at the shallow end and sank to their necks and bobbed up and down for a while, getting accustomed to the refreshing coolness of the water. Once in, they hugged, rubbed their bodies together and kissed deeply while holding on tightly. Not wanting to be caught by surprise onlookers, Jason swam over to the side at the five-foot marker, held onto the edge behind him and kicked his feet making waves just for something to do. He watched Julie as she dove under water, showing off her sweet bottom and smooth thighs before her feet sank below her wake. As she resurfaced, rolling over and bobbing up again showing only her face and the soft cones of her erect nipple breasts under the cover of her thin bathing suit fabric above the water line, she floated on her back and paddled for a while. Not even the water spots on his sunglasses couldn't dissuade his gaze toward her. Julie rolled over in the water, kicked and pushed her bottom up to weight herself down underwater again -- probably hoping Jason would be watching. He would never disappoint her. Judging from the shadow under the surface, she was swimming straight toward Jason. Her exhaled bubbles traced her path on the water surface.
Jason felt a tug on the front of his swimsuit and his whole package was set free into the cool water before she quickly engulfed his manhood with her warm lips and created a suction, while her hand cupped his balls, instantly warming them. His response was immediate and stiffening. She only had enough breath for a few more seconds of sensual playtime. Jason acted nonchalant, but scanned the pool area carefully - especially the entrance gate for intruders as Julie came up for a breath of air. "MMmm", she smiled. "Is that a banana in your swimsuit or are you just glad to see me?"
