Day 284: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday - Prompt: mango
“What’s that all over your face?” he asked.
“Mango,” she replied.
“Well, what’s it doing there?” he asked, her short answers, as usual, were like pulling teeth.
“It makes my skin beautiful,” she said, almost tisking him. “Don’t you think I’ve been more beautiful of late?”
“Tell me,” he asked. “Do you rub that fruity mess all over your body or just your face?
“Don’t be silly, dear. Just my face.
He looked at her, but did not say a word.
She looked back. Wondering what wheels in his head were turning this time.
“Get undressed.”
“What!”
“Get undressed.” There was command in his voice. A finality. A certainty.
She complied.
When was fully bare she somehow felt so naked.
“Come with me,” he took her by the hand. Mango goo, all over her face. He led her outside to the back patio.
It was a warm sunny day. Very little breeze. So, being naked outdoors should be of little inconvenience. Plus, no one could see them.
“Get on the table.” He pointed to the patio table.
She climbed upon the table and lay down.
He covered her with mango. Neck to toe. She already did an adequate job on her face. It was sticky, yet smooth and juicy all at the same time. As he rubbed the fruit on her, she felt vibrations and sparks in her body. Doubly so on her private parts.
“This is fun,” she said.
“Glad you like it. I’d better wash you off before the bugs find you.”
She screamed in surprise when the cold water from the garden hose hit her.
“They say cold water also tones the skin,” he told her before she punched him in the nose.
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