Ice Machine

Sophia being too short to refill the ice dispenser at the soda fountain led to her asking me for help. It seemed simple enough; climb a few steps up at the stepstool and dump a large bucket of ice into the hopper.

Sophia held the stepstool as I climbed up, precariously balancing a bucket of sloshing ice. The entire dining room had gone silent, every eye on me, somehow anticipating what was coming next.

I hoisted the bucket high and immediately began to lose my balance! Atop the ladder I wobbled and swayed, crying out in distress. Sophia grabbed my things and squeezed, trying to steady me. In reality, this just served to make things worse as through my slacks she'd accidentally grabbed hold of my cock in one hand and squeezed my balls with the other.

"ow ow OW! M-my BALLS!" It was too late. Sophia's well-meaning gesture sent me into painful spasms, dropping the bucket. Ice and meltwater washed over my body as I tumbled down on top of Sophia.

I scrambled to my feet, in pain and mortified that I might have hurt Sophia. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz! Are you okay?"

Sophia pulled herself up, still dazed. "I'm okay. I shouldn't have-"

Sophia fell silent, mesmerized by the same spell compelling every eyeball in the place; firstly, my wet shirt. The wet material almost vanished, revealing every single detail of my well-toned chest. It was glued to me like a second skin, the fabric sucking right up under my pecks, culminating on my rock-hard nipples.

And thanks to Sophia my nipples weren't the only thing rock-hard. Sophia's unwanted groping of my genitals had caused an until now unnoticed stir in my groin. Now urgently filling my trouser leg and pressing uncomfortably against my soaked slacks, my cock was hardening and making my ever-noticeable bulge even more noticeable.

It was a long, delicious moment before I'd realised what everyone was staring at though. I cupped my crotch with one hand and attempted to cover my practically naked torso, and ran for the men's room.