1. Ice Cream Girl


    Date: 5/3/2024, Categories: Lesbian Author: Irishgurl1916 

    She was just starting to lick her way around a double scoop chocolate cone. There was a red jelly-bean on top and I watched awestruck as she flicked her pink narrow tongue under the bean and draws it through her soft lips. I found I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she licked and sucked provocatively, narrowing the ice cream so she could dip the cone into her lovely young mouth. Her eyelids drooped as the milky flavor flooded her mouth, the chocolate ice-cream melting. I’d never witnessed such beauty before. It was doubtful I ever would again. This girl was my dream, everything I’d ever wished for, and she was here to see me.

Suddenly she noticed me and the attention my eyes were giving her, and she smiled and approached me.

“Do you mind if I sit?” and even before I could get a word out, she plopped down on the bench, right next to me so the bare leg below her skin-tight short shorts was pressed against my bare leg.

The ice cream girl smiled. I marveled at her tanned skin and cherry red lips. She was slim but had lovely curving hips and a hot bubble ass. Her tits looked to be about thirty-two, the same size cup as Selena Gomez, I thought to myself. They looked oh so firm and her little nipples pointed out in the confinements of her black T-shirt.

Looking at the teen before me now, I could feel her desire as well as if she were leading me away from my safety zone.

She took a long lick from the cone and almost whispered, “Can we go somewhere?”

“That’s my ...
    ... car,” I almost whispered, finally looking her in the eye, nearly falling into their beautiful brown.

She took my hand more firmly and leads me to the passenger side, which I opened for her, then quickly moved around the front of the car and climbed in beside her.

She smiled at me, then took a long lick from the rapidly diminishing cone. “Do you think I’m hot?”

“Oh my, yes, I do.” I said with a tremble in my voice.

“Drive down Jackson Avenue, I want to show you something,” again that sensual persuasive voice. I nodded without a word.

As I turned onto Jackson, she said, “Pull over here.”

I found a spot, pulled over, and she said, pointing, “How do I look?” I cast my eyes upward to a billboard, and there she was, my ice cream girl, lying out on a beach towel wearing a sizzling bikini, smiling down on me.”

“I’m a model, and I love it that people look at me every day in my little bikini. I think I am pretty fucking hot in it, don’t you?” she said with a giggle.

“I think you are so beautiful,” I said, looking at her, back at the billboard. Her perky teen breasts were straining against the fabric of the bikini top, and I was sure I could see the outline of her nipples. In the picture, one of her legs was bent, which opened her legs to reveal the gentle curve of her mound and the soft outline of her pussy lips. I looked back at her. “You are the hottest girl I have ever seen.”

I was home in moments and parked the car behind my house. My husband wouldn’t be home ...
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