Ice Cream Girl Part 2 - Sex Stories

Ice Cream Girl Part 2

Every day of the following week, I drove down Jackson Avenue to admire that billboard and dwell on that afternoon. I would then go back home and spread the photos I had taken all over the bed. Slowly fingering myself to orgasm. Should I call or email? You only live once, and what could be the worst that could happen?

Eight days after that afternoon, I finally emailed her.

'Hi there, Jodie I am the woman you hit on last week. I don't know if it was a one-off for you or if you wanted more than an afternoon fling. After all, you did leave me this email. If you do want more than a fling, you can reply to this email. By the way, my name is Judy'.

I hit send and immediately felt a pang of regret. I didn't want to come across as a needy stalker. The trouble is that I was needy. I needed to experience her body again.

There was no reply that day. Nor the next. Day three, still no reply. Had I made a fool of myself? Day four, and now I had decided I had made a fool of myself. She probably had a real good laugh with her young, equally hot friends.

Since I hadn't heard from Jodie my life was getting back into its usual routine. No driving down Jackson Avenue. Back to mundane housewife chores. On Tuesday morning, my husband had gone to work, and my daughter's boyfriend had picked her up for college. They couldn't have both been gone longer than five minutes when there was a knock on the door. I marched to the door, ready to tell this cold caller to go away.

I opened the ...

... door. Stood there in cowboy boots and a very mini-denim skirt, a tight blouse, and a cowboy hat. Was Jodie looking fucking hotter than ever. I felt my pussy get wet.

"Good morning, Judy. Do you fancy spending the morning fucking? Your husband is at work, and I don't think your daughter will be back anytime soon."

I loved how direct she was. Grabbing her arm, I dragged her inside. As soon as the door shut, I forced my tongue into her mouth. Jodie responded by unzipping my jeans and slipping her hand down the front I let out a sigh.

"Whoo, you are dripping," she breathed in my ear.

Then she pulled away and undid her skirt, which fell to the floor. Her beautiful shaven cunt, slightly moist. Then she undid the blouse with those pert teenage tits, standing proud. In my thirty-eight years on this planet, I have never seen anything more beautiful as this teen model naked in my hallway, apart from cowboy boots and hat.

Jodie sat on the stairs, legs spread wide. I kneeled in front of that beautiful, wet pussy, savouring the hypnotic aroma. Slowly, I kissed up her thigh, edging nearer to my goal. As soon as my tongue licked the length of that slit, I was in heaven. I forced my tongue further into that heavenly place, urged on by her increasing moans. Then she came hard, her juices running down my chin. I couldn't get enough.

We kissed. Jodie my Ice Cream Girl, licking her juices from my face. "Let's go upstairs," she said.

She then led me by the arm up the stairs. ...