Ice Cream Man (3 page)

“It’s dripping,” Antonio purred. “You’d better take care of it before a mess is made.”

Looking down, she saw he was right. Drips could be seen hanging on the bottom just waiting to fall. Sticking her tongue out, she curled it around the rapidly defrosting dessert.

Antonio’s eyes focused on her mouth. It made her feel uncomfortable and excited all at the same time with his inspection. Why was he doing this? She was so much older than him.

“You’re bad,” she whispered to him, grinning.

“More,” demanded Antonio, as he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Janice couldn’t keep up. The Fudgsicle started dripping down her chin. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” she asked, between licks.

“Having fun. Why not?” He shrugged, and grinned. “We’re alone. You can trust me. Now put both hands behind your back. I want to see how good of a job you can do with the rest of it.”

Janice realized that her lips were sticky when she had opened them to speak. A chocolate sticky mess. She froze. Should she do what he asked? She didn’t know him. He was pretty much a stranger
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though one that she felt fairly comfortable with. But damn if he wasn’t fun.

Gazing into the sparkling chestnut eyes of the attractive ice cream man, she admitted it had been great so far. She looked toward the front door. No customers coming in. No customers in her store. She couldn’t even see anyone on the sidewalk. There was nothing going on right now to stop her from continuing this, nothing except her own inhibitions. For a reason Janice couldn’t fathom, she locked her hands together behind her back and opened her mouth.

Things became intense immediately. She licked the Fudgsicle down one side and up the other. Her mouth opened wider as Antonio let it drip inside. Feeling it run down her neck and probably on to her white cashmere sweater, she no longer cared. Janice just wanted fun. She lived for fun! Her nipples were tingling, her pussy throbbing. His face was close to hers. She could see his beautiful olive skin, his scrumptious mouth as he eased closer to watch her. His lips curled into a smile as she cleaned off the ice cream stick with her tongue.

Janice hadn’t had this much fun in months, but she wanted more. She suddenly realized that she was so horny she couldn’t stand it any longer. Janice Freeman wanted Antonio Rodriguez’s cock in her mouth. She froze as her eyes traveled upward to his. They were staring intently into hers with a feral intensity she’d only dreamed of seeing.

“Back room,” she whispered, as she pulled on his white shirt and started leading him to the rear of her small shop.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

As soon as they entered the sewing room, she pushed the door closed except for a crack to see outside. Sinking down to the floor on her knees, she put her hands on the front of his white pants. His cock was pulsing hard against the denim, as she undid the button and fly. He helped her slide his pants down over his butt. As his cock sprang forward, Janice’s hand quickly curled around it. She stroked down the incredible length and back again. Down the shaft to his curly black pubic hair, then up again to the velvety head. Her other hand reached behind to his butt cheeks. It caressed the incredible, firm butt of this smoking hot man.

Antonio was hard beyond belief. His cock was beautiful, just like him. For her first time in a long time, why shouldn’t it be someone younger than her? He didn’t seem to have a problem that she was older and a few pounds more than one of those skinny models he must have worked with in the past. Janice moved her head down to the rigid flesh and opened her mouth. Seeing his pearl drop of arousal glistening from the slit, she licked across the tip to capture it with her tongue. He groaned in approval. It was obvious he was already enjoying himself.

He pushed his cock inside her mouth and she started sucking. He sank into her, then quickly withdrew and pushed in again. She let her mouth do the best work it possibly could, which meant a loud, wet sucking noise could be heard in her small sewing room. Suck hard. Make Antonio happy. At this moment, that was all she cared about. Her hands slid into his pants, going to his balls and starting a rough massage. She glanced up. His eyes were watching her every move. The corners were tilted upward along with his mouth. He was satisfied.

And so was she.

She opened her mouth and he slid into her again and again. In and out. Back and forth. Sucking him hungrily, she twirled her tongue around his shaft until he moaned. She rubbed the silky head of his cock around her lips, tracing them like he was another hard chocolate delight, like the ice cream she had already eaten. He felt wonderful. Janice wanted to give Antonio as much pleasure as she possibly could and damn if his cock didn’t feel good on her lips and inside her mouth.

Moving her head down to his balls, she pulled one into her mouth and sucked gently. Then she went to the other one.

“I’m coming,” he breathed out.

Putting her mouth back over his cock, she rhythmically sucked. It didn’t take long. She felt the heat of his semen in the back of her throat as he spurted time and time again. Holding his cock tightly, she didn’t let go until he was empty. She puckered her lips and made a loud, smacking noise as she kissed the head of his cock goodbye. It had been fantastic.

Antonio helped her to her feet, then pulled up his pants and zipped them.

It took Janice a moment to get her balance. She knew she must be a mess. But he didn’t seem to care about any of that.

Antonio leaned forward and lapped a warm, large tongue fully across her mouth once, then planted a quick kiss on her sticky, chocolate lips. “Thank you, Janice. You’re as beautiful as your creations. I wish we could talk longer, but I have a customer and so do you.” He raised his eyebrows, then slid through the partially opened sewing room door and walked out of the shop.

Janice froze for a moment. A customer? What was a customer? With her pussy clenching from the touch of Antonio’s lips to hers, she could barely think. His mouth needed to be everywhere on her body. How wonderful it would feel to have that tongue lapping between her folds, then move up to her needy clit. As he swirled his tongue around it, she would push her pussy as far into his mouth as it could go. She could almost feel the heat of his mouth on her as it breathed life into her pussy again.

As she struggled to come to her senses, she was shocked to see a woman close to her own age standing near the African section of her shop. Next to the woman was possibly the woman’s elderly mother staring with widened eyes at the sticky mess of a female barely hiding behind the sewing room door.

“Good afternoon,” Janice sputtered, trying to sound as professional as possible. “Please take your time looking around. I’ll be right with you.”

Closing her sewing room door she hurried over to a wall mirror and was shocked at the amount of chocolate ice cream she had on her body. Her mouth gaped open. Lines of sticky brown goo were evident on her face, neck and even a few on her sweater. What a disaster she was. There was even some chocolate that had found its way to her green skirt. She let out a breath. How did she let this sexy stranger come into her store and completely unravel her? Lucky for her she had personal clothes in this room. She whipped off her white sweater and threw it over a chair. Grabbing a tangerine blouse from the small closet, she put it on. A washcloth quickly cleaned off the sticky chocolate from her face and a dusting of powder took off the shine. She grabbed a half empty bottle of water sitting on her sewing machine and rinsed her mouth. Running her fingers through her hair, she was now presentable.

With a smile on her face, she exited the back room for the front of her shop. Her customer was looking closely at an African top and floor-length skirt set. One of Janice’s personal favorites.

“Good afternoon,” she said warmly to the women. “The outfit you’re looking at is light blue chiffon with the decoration of royal blue swirls throughout the garment. It is made exclusively from the highest quality African material.”

“It’s gorgeous,” said the customer. She smiled as she held up the hanger. “What do you think, Mother?”

The elderly lady turned to Janice and looked her in the eyes. “Does it have an asooke head tie? An African garment like that should have an asooke head tie.”

Janice nodded. “It does have one.” She moved a few hangers over until she came to a variety of fabric colors. “My head ties are about two yards in length. This royal blue one matches the outfit perfectly. A light blue stole is also available to complement the outfit.”

“Oh my,” said the customer, eyes dancing. “Beautiful. Can I try them on?”

“Of course.” Janice smiled. She took the hangers off the rack. “Please follow me over here to my dressing room. There is a three-way mirror outside here if you’d like a better view. You may need an alteration in the length.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “I usually do.”

“Alterations are free.”

The women followed Janice as she placed the outfit on the wall hooks in the dressing area. The elderly woman took a seat outside to wait for her daughter.

Janice smiled again. “If you need anything, please let me know.” She closed the curtains and left the woman alone.

As she glanced out of the front window, there stood Antonio at his vending window selling his ice cream. Smiling at the customer as if he hadn’t a care in the world. He was just Mr. Perfect doing his job. From what she could see, his uniform still appeared to be white and clean. Of course he didn’t have any Fudgsicle on him.

How could that whole scene have possibly happened? It almost seemed surreal to her already. Janice stared at his handsome face from afar. The out-of-work actor who was having his first day as an ice cream man also had a fun few minutes with one of the local fashion designers. She swallowed hard. And to end the visit that had quickly become sexual, he kissed her with those sensuous, full lips. They melted her as quickly as the ice cream he had forced on her.

Would she have fucked him if things had progressed and they remained alone? She smiled. Of course not! Janice didn’t jump into sex with someone she had just met. She bit her lip. But oral sex was sex. Wasn’t it?

Having sex with someone as attractive as perfect-bodied Antonio was a pretty exciting prospect for Janice on this wonderful spring day. It had been a long time since she had been with a man. Last summer. She frowned. How sad for her. No wonder she was depressed turning forty. There was just nothing much happening in her life.

Until today.

What exactly had gone on between her and Antonio anyway? It seemed like eating the ice cream had been sexual from the beginning. She had licked the ice cream as he had requested. No, as he had demanded. She shivered again. He’d stared as he pulled the Fudgsicle back and forth from her mouth. Was he wishing it was something else she was pulling back and forth from her mouth? Like his cock? Janice put a hand to her mouth, touching her lips. It was hard not to grin because it had happened. His cock sliding in and out of her mouth had been wonderful.

But Antonio wasn’t just attractive, he was intelligent, too. A bonus. He had that BA degree in drama just waiting to be used. Janice was definitely attracted to him. A forty-year-old African-American dress designer with a twenty-seven-year-old Hispanic unemployed actor
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there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, it sounded pretty damn good to her. She let out a breath, suddenly feeling discouraged. No. At the end of the day, Antonio was still too young for her.

She remembered how thoughtful he had been discussing his plight as an out-of-work actor. He was like so many others in the city. You come here with dreams that sometimes end up crashing to the ground. And where do you go after that? Occasionally back from where you came, like Antonio was considering.

As she glanced outside again, Janice could feel her pussy pulsing, needy and wet against her panties.

For him.

The ice cream man.

Chapter Two

Antonio wanted to stop back into Janice’s shop to talk to her again, but she was busy helping her customers. He waited inside his ice cream truck for a few more minutes, but it didn’t look like she was becoming free. From what he could see, the customers might be buying an outfit. He squinted. Janice appeared to be going back to a rack to get additional clothing for the woman to try on.

It was time to leave. He somewhat reluctantly pulled the ice cream truck into the street and started moving east. It felt good thinking Janice might be making some money today, but he didn’t want to leave her yet either. As he continued the rest of the day on his route, his thoughts kept going back to her. She seemed like a genuinely nice person, fun, adventurous, attractive. Someone he could have an intelligent conversation with.

And the sex she gave him? He couldn’t help but grin. It was something to write home about. He laughed out loud. Not something he could tell his mother in his monthly letter to her.
Dear Ma, Here is your check. I’m not on television yet, but I had great sex with an African-American woman who is a few years older than me. You’d probably like her, too. She loves kids and sews clothes that she sells in her own dress shop.
Antonio grinned. Like that would happen.

Although Antonio was confident with his sexuality, he was particular with his women. A beautiful face and body wasn’t what it took for him anymore. He had definitely matured and those wild days of the past were gone. He wanted dialogue and substance to go along with the attraction. Antonio had decided that he liked his water deep, not shallow.