This is the first part of a story that was inspired by @ShazamSF. She recently posted a fantasy involving an ice cream shop; make sure you read that first before you continue here. I’ll wait.
I was enveloped in the cool, conditioned air as the door swung silently shut behind me. With the sweltering hot summer air now just a memory, I wasn’t quite so eager to cool myself with a giant dish of ice cream. As I stepped up to the counter and got a glimpse of all the different flavors and toppings, my appetite returned.
I didn’t realize how intent I was on deciding what to get until a short, surprised yelp broke my concentration. I looked around, but it was just the naked girl face-down on the counter; someone had plunged the frosted handle of an ice cream scooper into her ass. I turned my attention back to the menu.
Banana split or hot fudge sundae? Or should I just get chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips on it? Maybe vanilla with caramel….
After much deliberation, I got in line to place my order behind a slender, but shapely girl. She stepped up to the counter when the clerk asked if he could help her. The counter-girl’s ass was right in front of the girl’s face; she was short, so she had to get up on her tip-toes to see over the firm backside.
When the clerk shuffled off to make the sundae, the girl leaned forward and planted her face between the cheeks she couldn’t see over. Trying to wait patiently, I could hear her lapping at the counter-girl’s pussy.
He sure was taking his time making that sundae, I thought as I tried to not listen to the slurping and moaning and panting in front of me. I looked at my watch: barely two minutes had passed, yet it felt like fifteen. If it weren’t for fear of being pepper-sprayed or even arrested, I might have been tempted to pull this girl’s pants down and fuck her while she waited for her ice cream.
Just as these thoughts danced through my mind, though, the clerk came back with the girl’s ice cream. She straightened, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and sat down at a nearby table.
“Can I help you?” the clerk asked in a bored tone.
“Yeah,” I said, stepping up to the counter. I could smell the arousal of the girl on the counter, and for some reason I thought it might be easier to ignore if I stuck my fingers in her ass. So, I licked my forefinger and slipped it into the warm, tight hole. “I’ll just have a double scoop of vanilla,” I went on, reaching into my back pocket to retrieve my wallet.
“Anything on it?” the clerk asked, pushing a few buttons on the register while the girl between us squirmed around my probing digit. I could still smell her heat, so I worked my middle finger in as well.
“Umm…” Now that I thought about it, chocolate syrup would taste good…. “Yeah, how about some chocolate syrup?”
“Sure thing.”
As the clerk pushed a few more buttons, I began to notice a tightening in my groin. I was getting hard, but I had no idea why. I’d felt a stirring when I was thinking about filling the girl that had been in front of me, but now? What’s so arousing about ordering ice cream?
I looked around to make sure no one was looking at my crotch, and tried to adjust myself in hopes of alleviating the pressure. It worked for a moment, but as soon as I began sawing my fingers in and out of the counter-girl’s anus, my cock throbbed again, flexing and straining against my shorts.
“Dish or cone?” the clerk asked, but my mind was elsewhere.
“Huh?”
“Do you want your ice cream in a dish or a cone?”
“Oh,” I said, pausing to think about it. I glanced down to where my thumb had disappeared inside the girl’s vagina. “I’ll have it in the small of her back.”
“Sure,” the clerk said, punching a few more buttons. “That’ll be three-eighty.”
I flashed him my card.
“Oh, just slide it through the slot there,” he said, gesturing to the girl’s quivering genitals.
I removed my thumb from her pussy and lined up the edge of my card with her labia, and swiped it through. The girl yelped and the register beeped as it printed out the receipt.
“Find yourself a table, and I’ll bring the ice cream out to you,” he said, handing me the receipt.
Stay tuned for more! And be sure to check out ShazamSF’s blog, Random Rim Jobs for more of her sexy escapades!
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