Ice Cream

Sticky sweat beads off the swell of my chest as I fan myself sitting under the umbrella in my back yard. The sweltering southern heat glances off the windows and I sigh and bring my glass of ice tea to my forehead. I take a generous swallow and scoop an ice cube out of the glass. I rub it over my chest and bare stomach to try and cool myself off in this heat. Nothing is working. I need something to cool me off in all this heat. I hear the faint sound of music and at once I know what it is. The ice cream man. He’s coming down the street again. Funny since there aren’t any children down here. He’s been coming down this street every day for the last two weeks. ‘Maybe he’s seen me sunbathing in the back yard’ I think. I smile and begin to think about all that ice cream. Finally I can’t take it any more. I need something cool and smooth to help cool me off. I dash into my house and get a few dollars out of my change cup and slip on some sandals. Out the door I go. I see him coming down the street and slowly he stops his truck right in front of my house. I hear him moving to the back. He looks out at me and my mouth goes dry. Since when did ice cream drivers become hotties? I think to myself.

“What can I get for you ma’am?” He asks. His eyes travel over my crop top and jean shorts all the way to my feet. My face is flushed from the combination of his stare and my own desire beginning to build.

“Um, uh well maybe I’ll just get a crunch bar or … what do you recommend on a day like this?” I ask. I looks me over for a second.

“Why don’t you come in and see if there’s anything in here you like and you can pick for yourself.” He offers. God who am I to refuse that kind of offer. I move to the back of the truck where he opens the door and shuts it behind me. It’s rather cramped but I can move around just fine. I open the first cooler I come to and sigh in pleasure as the icy burst of air hits me. “Hot day today isn’t it?” He asks. I mumble something like a yes as I bend over to allow the cold air to hit me even fuller on the chest. I glance over to see the driver rearranging himself in his pants and I think I know exactly what I want to cool me off.

“So, can you close that window while I am in here?” I ask him. He reaches over and shuts the window ensuring that we are in almost total privacy. “I think I know what I want but I’m just not sure. Maybe you could help me decide.” I tell him. He walks up behind me and leans over and I purposely back my hips up to him. I feel the tale tell bulge of his erection through his pants. He clears his throat and leans into me. “I know what would cool you off but you’ve got to give me permission first.”

I look back at him and his flushed face, I guess I am not the only hot one in the truck. “Sure. Cool me off. Use what ever you have.” I tell him. He presses up behind me and grabs my shirt. In quick succession he’s freed my breasts from my top and kneading them with his strong hands. He reaches into the cooler and comes out with a popsicle. Tearing off the package he slowly runs it over my lips. I take a taste. It tastes oh so good. He runs that down my neck, over my nipples again and again until they are hard as pebbles. He spins me around and backs me up to the counter and again puts the popsicle up to my lips. I take it from him and eat it as he feasts on my breasts. Swirling his tongue around over and over again. Making me hotter and wetter even while the popsicle begins to cool me off. I finish it off with one last bite.

“I’m done with that but I’m still hot. What else have you got that will cool me off?” I tell him. He starts with the button on my shorts and slowly works them over my hips. Taking special care he works my panties off as well……

He reaches next to me and lifts the lid on the cooler next to me. He picks me up and sits me on his counter. He opens up the cooler and pulls out a small pint of chocolate ice cream. I shiver as the icy air hits my skin. He works the lid off and dips his fingers into the chocolate, pulling out a large scoop. He runs his chocolate covered fingers over my outer lips, paying special attention to my throbbing clit. He spreads my lips open and slowly inserts the ice cream into my hot hole. I’m squirming and I gasp as the chocolate enters me. It feels like ice and helps to cool me down, way down. He pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue and lips. He works his tongue into my pussy and slowly laps up all the delicious chocolate melting from within. I squirm as I begin to orgasm and I grab a handful of his hair and pull his face closer as my orgasm rips through my body. I wrap my legs around his head and arch my back as the final waves of pleasure spiral through me. He licks his lips, licks all the stray drips of chocolate off my tender skin and stands up. I look him in the eye and smile, oh so wickedly. I hop off the counter and grab the chocolate ice cream. I kneel in front of him and take his hard cock into my mouth. I lick the head and play with his balls as I scoop out some of the chocolate ice cream. I put it into my mouth and slowly swallow his throbbing shaft. He puts his sticky hands in my hair and pulls me closer to him, thrusting his cock all the way to the back of my throat and further, testing my gag reflex. He groans as I swallow his entire length and he pulls back. I take his cock out of my mouth and lick off all the chocolate on his shaft. I work it with my hand as I bend further down and take his balls in my mouth. Licking and sucking on them individually. I raise up and take him back into my mouth and he starts to work his shaft in and out of my mouth, faster and faster. I swirl my tongue around his cock as I work it with my hand and lips. My eyes looking up at him as he buries his hands in my hair and his cock in the back of my throat. Tears come to my eyes but I grab him by his hips and pull him even further into my mouth. He groans as I pull back and continue to slurp my way to ecstasy. “I’m going to cum, girl!” He says to me. I smile and continue to slide and suck back and forth on his balls and cock. My pussy is dripping from watching his muscles contract from his efforts not to cum. He can’t hold out though and he groans long and loud as I feel the hot, wet jet of his cum on my tongue. I take it all in my mouth and continue to suck and swallow as he finishes cumming. When he’s done I open my mouth and let it drip from my tongue over my bare chest. I rub it in a little as I look him in the eye. “Can I have an ice cream cone before I go?” I ask.

He nods. He moves to the sink and washes his hands and then opens up a cupboard with cones. “What flavor?” He asks. His pants are still down and he looks somewhat ridiculous but God it’s so HOT! “Chocolate.” I tell him. He takes the same pint we’ve been eating from and heaps a generous scoop onto the top of the waffle cone. “Um, you want to wash that stuff off?” He asks me, indicating the cum still covering my lips and body. “Hm, not really.” I tell him. I stand up and wash my hands first then take the cone from him. I pull my tank top back up to cover my breasts and turn around. “Same time tomorrow?” I ask him, stopping at the back of the truck. “Oh yes,” he answers me. I walk back to my house, refreshed and sated, still hot but with the knowledge that this summer I’m going to get all the cock and ice cream I want. Yummy.