Carrie's special dinner was the best Ethan had eaten in a long time. He was amazed to find out how well she cooked. He had to get to know her better. She had many hidden talents he knew nothing about.
"That was the best," Ethan said.
"Thanks." Carrie took both of their plates to the sink.
"I never knew I'd like Italian sausage," Ethan said as he watched her. She looked remarkably beautiful in her light, pale pink blouse and short, ruffley purple skirt. Her long, straight blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as bright as her happy smile. Her breasts pushed out the front of her blouse and her long, perfect legs shifted anxiously under the skirt.
Ethan was still wearing his work clothes, although he had removed his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. It was not much of a uniform, pleated grey slacks and a button-down blue shirt, very much like the clothes the other guys wore at the store. Ethan didn't want to look bad, but he didn't want to look like a GQ model, either.
He took the empty glasses to her and put them inn the sink.
"Thanks," she said, and started rinsing one of them out.
Standing behind her, Ethan put his arms around her belly, hugging her tightly to his body.
"What would you like to do now?" he said softly as he moved her hair aside and kissed her neck.
"I don't know," she giggled. "What do you have in mind?" She pressed her soft ass against the hard lump in his groin.
"How would you like to go for a walk?"
Carrie stopped. "Really?" she said, turning in his arms to face him.
"Sure," Ethan said. "It's a beautiful night." His hand came up her side to her breast. Her knee pushed between his and she forced her thigh against his crotch.
Carrie kissed him. "It might rain."
"Let's risk it."
"Okay."
* * * *
The sky was cloudy, obscuring the moon, and the wind was cool, carrying the smell of a storm, but they walked to the Dairy Queen at the corner anyway. They both knew they were going to get a lot of rain very soon. The thrill of it excited both of them.
The park was practically deserted. The gate had been closed since dark, and Carrie and Ethan found themselves all alone, the only people daring enough to brave the coming rain. They walked along the edge of the lake on the brand new boardwalk, holding each other's hands. In their other hands, they held their ice cream cones.
They stopped at the railing overlooking the water. Over their heads, and antique style mercury-vapor lamp buzzed softly just beneath the noise of the wind. Below them, the gentle, wind-driven swells from the lake splashed against the concrete wall.
Carrie studied Ethan as he licked his ice cream. She never noticed his tongue before. She had felt it, of course, in her mouth and between her legs, but she had never just looked at it. It was long and thick, much like the member between his legs. As she watched it flicker over the ice cream, something about it sent shock waves from her head to her toes. He wasn't just licking the ice cream, he was attacking it.
In her mind, she saw it moving over her slit the way it was moving over the ice cream. She began to feel feverish and faint with desire. Her wet pussy soaked through her panties.
"You have the foxiest looking tongue I've ever seen," Carrie gasped with a heavy breath.
He abruptly stopped licking and looked at her. "I have a foxy tongue?"
"Yes. I'd like to see what you can do for me with that tongue."
"What do you have in mind?"
Carrie tossed her melting ice cream in the water, sat down on the nearest bench, spread her legs, and slowly pulled her skirt up until he could see her white, cotton panties and the wet stain in the crotch. She turned her eyes up to him like an innocent schoolgirl.
Ethan tossed the cone away. "I think I see what you mean," he said.
Carrie was panting as he knelt between her thighs. Her skin was so sensitive, she nearly jumped when he touched her knee. His hands reached up under her skirt for the waistband of her panties and pulled them all the way down to her ankles.
Carrie looked around nervously. "What if someone sees us like this?"
