The glimmering bead of sweat trailed down the young woman working the ice cream stand as she bent over to swipe a sample of the cookies and cream for his son. It drew a path from her neck, over her collarbone, and down her cleavage into the fabric of her corvette red bikini top. John came to the boardwalk enough with his son during the summer to know the red bikini was not the uniform. In fact, given the likelihood that the August heat would melt off any polyester polo branded with the Cool Cream logo, it seemed there wasn't much of a uniform at all. Not that he was complaining. The collection of college girls waiting eagerly to serve him in crop tops, halters, or bikinis every time he visited was a sight for sore eyes, and he never rushed his son as he took his 7 year old time tasting flavors and picking toppings. He got to savor the view and then his son got to savor the ice cream.
"Would you like to sample anything, sir?"
His eyes snapped up from the view of her breasts to see the fair-skinned brunette smiling at him coquettishly. She giggled as a blush crept up her freckled cheeks, and John wondered just how young this nymph before him was.
"What do you recommend Ms...?" He trailed off with such ease, knowing she would pick up where he left off and give him what he was asking for.
"Colette," she supplied with a smile. Her hazel eyes sparkled as she grabbed a sample spoon.
"Colette," John repeated in a low, gravelly voice. "I'm afraid what I want is not on the menu." He gave her a sheepish smile, as though he had let slip a secret of sorts that he should have kept to himself. Her blush deepened, just like he knew it would.
"Dad, I want the rocky road," his son interrupted. John shrugged toward the young woman, and she grabbed an ice cream scoop.
"Can I get a cone, dad?" His son tugged at his shirt.
"Sure kiddo," John replied, his eyes never leaving Colette's. "One of us should get what he wants today." Then he licked his lips before tossing one more grin her way.
Colette's blush and grin of her own stirred his cock into action. He loved girls who were still new enough to sex to have the decency to blush at his innuendos. But exactly how new was she, he wondered. Judging by the romance novel peaking out of the bag behind her, John knew she had the interest, even if not the experience.
"You know, I'm always looking for good babysitters for the kiddo here, if you ever need extra cash for prom or anything."
Colette laughed as she replied, "Oh no, sir. I'm in my second year at UT. I stopped caring about school dances when I turned 18 and graduated high school!"
Bingo. John's smile grew wide.
"Did you want anything, sir?"
His cock hardened as he imagined her mouth licking his shaft and sucking the cum out of him. But he took a deep breath as he remembered that good things come to those who wait.
"Not at the moment Colette. I might be back later though. How late is the Cool Creamery open?"
"We close at 9, but it usually takes me about a half hour to clean up, so even if you get here a little after, I could make sure you get a treat before you go."
Her smile looked so pure that he thought she might not have realized what it sounded like she was offering him. And fuck that made him hard as a rock.
"Good to know," John said as he paid for the ice cream and walked his son back to the spot on the beach they'd claimed earlier in the day.
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"Hey honey, you didn't get anything?" His wife shaded her eyes as she looked up from her towel at their return.
"Naw, not quite feeling that sweet tooth yet."
"Oh Henry, finish that ice cream before it melts all over the towel!" His wife quickly shifted her attention to their son, which is frankly where it almost always was. Not that he minded. There had been a time when John had been envious--resentful even--of Betty's focus on their son. But with time came wisdom, and John now knew that with her attention on Henry, he was free to sample other delights. Oh, she had been a trophy back in the day, and she could still charm his coworkers and bosses at the office Christmas party. But honestly, who wanted to eat the same dessert every single night?
Henry and Betty built sand castles and cooled off in the water as the sun crossed the sky. Eventually, the bright blue above began to glow in warm oranges and purples, and his son came running back to their spot as his wife trailed behind.
"Hey John, wanna pack up and head over to the pier for the Outdoor Movie Fest? I think tonight they're showing The Princess Bride," asked Betty as she dried off with her towel.
"Oh can we dad? Please??" Henry piled on the puppy dog eyes for good measure, but it wasn't necessary. John had planned to spend a little more time at the pier before heading home.
"Of course! Why don't I take the beach umbrellas back to the car and meet you down at the pier?"
Betty smiled as she zipped up her bag. "Oh honey, such a gentleman. Thank you!"
She kissed his cheek and then took Henry's hand and followed the other families heading toward the pier.
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By the time John got back to the Cool Creamery, the fading sun had turned to dusk. This time he came around the back, where the employee door was propped open, letting a breeze blow gently against Colette's golden skin as she wiped down the counter. He leaned against the doorway and cleared his throat.
"Oh!" Colette jumped as she spun around to find him smirking. "I was wondering if you would come back sir. Did you decide what you wanted?"
John licked his lip as he stepped into the small space. "I think I have, but I'd like a sample first."
