Let's get ice cream. Pt 1
Did you ever ask yourself; "What if ..."?
Well, Last summer I was at a local shop that features over two dozen flavors of ice cream. There was a young woman, pretty, maybe late teens or early twenties, working behind the tubs of cold product, when the thought occurred to me; "What if ..."
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All players are 18 and up
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This began as a standalone story, buuutt, sometimes things happen.
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"Hey Babe, let's go get some ice cream"
"Ok, do you have any place in mind?"
"I'd like to go to that small shop on the Ave."
"Sounds good, but shouldn't we put something on? I don't mind running around the house bare ass, and I sure don't mind looking at you neckid any time, but the locals might get a bit upset."
"Oh pooh on the locals ... but I do have just the outfit ..."
Ten minutes later Mark sat in the den, dressed in shorts, shirt and sandals, expecting another twenty minutes of wait time when Katy flowed into the room. She wore just a diaphanous caftan and sandals, her auburn hair brushed to a glow, and fresh makeup.
"Damn woman, I didn't know we were going to that kind of place! Or do you have someone in mind?"
"Well ... there's this girl ..."
"At the shop?"
"Um hmm ... you'll see ..."
Five minutes later they parked in front of the shop, there was one other car, and they could see two young men at the counter making selections.
The girl behind the counter gasped and said quietly; "
Oh my ..."
As Katy entered.
The men turned and their eyes popped; the caftan flowing about Katy's body, excited nipples virtually poking through the material, her mound prominent.
After a moment they gathered themselves and inched to the door, never taking their eyes off the vision of sexuality.
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Ahh, can I help you?"
"Hi, um yes, Melissa?" She said, reading the name tag. "I'm Katy, and yes you can help me, but I do have to know; just how old are you?"
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Eighteen, why?"
"Eighteen. Going to school?"
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Community college, I'm studying business management. This job helps with my rent."
She said with a half smile as her eyes scanned Katie's face.
"You're not from around here?"
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Arlington, but this school has the programs I wanted. Now why all the questions?"
"That's easy, I want you."
"Wha ... What?"
"The first time I saw you I wanted you. And I'm not into women. I'm into Mark here. In everything I need sexually and emotionally, Mark has met all my needs. And then I saw you; and my pussy just started flowing. I had to leave before you saw how wet my jeans were. And it's been like that every time I came in here. I even wore a pad just so I could make it through a visit. I. Want. You."
"I noticed you every time ... and I wondered why you'd come in then leave so quickly. But why that outfit?"
Melissa's eyes now scanning Katie's body before fixing on rock-hard nipples.
"Melissa, I'll come in here naked if it gets me you. I want you. I want to discover every kind of love a woman can make with another woman. I want explore every inch of your body, then while we're resting I want to know all about you. What do you say?"
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I get off work in an hour, then I have to go home and change ..."
"Never mind all that. I can't wait that long. And besides, you won't be dressed very long when you get to me any way. Here's our address and I'll be waiting. Should we order a pizza or something?"
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No, yes, pizza's fine."
All the way home, Katy kept one hand busy on her pussy, while the other had pulled Mark's cock from his shorts and softly stroked him.
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Mark, 36, and Katie, 26, had been together for three years; she just beginning a career in marketing and Mark a reasonably successful private attorney. They had met at an outdoor concert when she 'fell' into his lap. To say they were the perfectly matched couple would almost be an understatement; there wasn't anything either could dream up that the other wouldn't try.
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"My god, you must be so turned on, I can smell your pussy over here." Mark said as they waited for the pizza. "Lay back, and I'll clean that up for you."
"Shall I take this off?" As Katie held up the hem of the caftan.
"No, leave it on. We don't want to totally freak Melissa. Besides, think of the thrill you'll give the pizza guy."
"If it's the same kid as last time ... hmmm ... I'd love opening the door bare."
"Another time. Now, lay back and let me do my duty."
He gently eased her back onto the coffee table, admiring her; gently flowing hips leading to a softly rounded belly, on up to medium sized breasts topped by pink nipples. On to her reddened lips, grey-green eyes, and auburn hair.
He lifted the hem of her gown, slowly, so as to admire her beautiful legs, but also draw out her wait, heightening her arousal. Dropping to his knees, he bent to worship at her feminine altar.
Softly he blew on lips already open, on a clitoris extending from it's hood, on juices sliding from her lips to her puckered rosebud.