Eva woke after a few hours and to her surprise, she found she was in his lap with her head against his shoulder, His arms were around her and as she realized where she was, she also realized how protected and cherished she felt. At that moment, it hit her how no matter how rough they might get in bed, he would never allow anything to hurt her and would always take care of her. She knew that her comfort, her pleasure, her safety, and her submission were all so very important to him.
"Are you hungry, Little One?" he asked and without waiting for an answer, said, "I think we should get ice cream,"
Thirty minutes later, she was showered and made up, ready to get dressed. On her bed, she found her clothing laid out. The same spike heel shoes she'd worn before were there--of course--but there was also a frilly pink top and a black miniskirt. She knew that he loved watching her walk in those heels and even more, loved the way her bottom and legs looked in the skirt and heels. She knew he was not done with her yet.
In the car, they talked and laughed. She always thought it was so funny how dominant and almost domineering he'd be in private...in bed...but how polite he'd be to her elsewhere. Being treated like a perfect lady in public but an even more perfect slut in private was something she'd always wanted.
It was late, almost ten o'clock when they arrived at the ice cream stand and according to the sign, it was almost closing time.
He handed her a twenty and said, "I'd like vanilla," and laughed at the joke.
Ahhh, Daddy, there's nothing vanilla about you," she joked back and got out of the car.
At the window, a pretty twenty something blond girl smiled to herself at the sexy outfit that Eva wore. "May I take your order?" she asked. After telling the young girl what they wanted, she wondered if he was watching her at the window. "Of course he is," she thought to herself, "He's always watching me."
She tried to be sly and pose for him, knowing that her backside was being watched. She stood hipshot and accentuating her curves, moved from side to side to let him see her shift her weight, and more than once reached down to pretend to adjust something on a heel which made the curves of her bottom stretch the mini skirt and ride up showing more leg. The girl inside the well lit ice cream parlor went about her business and tried not to notice the show that the beautiful lady outside was putting on for the pervert in the car.
As Eva straightened up from her latest pose, she suddenly felt him behind her. She hadn't heard the car door, no footsteps, nor even his movements as he'd come to claim what he considered his.
"Someone's being a very good little girl," he whispered in her ear as both hands gently, but firmly, took hold of her upper arms. His body was behind hers and she was held looking straight ahead into the shop. Eva felt him press against her and realized she'd been successful; his hard cock was pressed against her from behind. "Does ice cream make you horny, Baby Girl?"
"Daddy...no...I just wanted to turn you on," she answered in mock surprise at the question.
"I know you did, and you've done a nice job." He was rubbing his crotch against her, probably making himself even harder. A hand traced her spine as she stood still for him, slightly nervous that the girl in the shop might look at them and disapprove. "Move your feet...that's it; shoulder width," he whispered as her body moved to comply. "Such a good girl..."
The blond scooped ice cream and set one finished cone into a specially designed holder. Moving down the long row of freezers, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. The pervert had gotten out of the car and was behind the pretty woman. "Better stay out of that," she thought to herself. "But, man, I wish the boss would put more lights in the parking lot so people wouldn't be able to mess around out there..."
Eva felt his hand move slowly across the globe of her right cheek and knew he was savoring that feeling. At the hem of the skirt, his finger teased and played with her upper thigh. There hadn't been panties set out with the outfit, so naturally, she wasn't wearing any. If he'd wanted that, he'd have set them out for her to wear. So when his finger dipped down and under, he found that her slit was bare and wet. Freshly shaved, she was even smoother than before and his finger found her hole, and pushed in all the way. She shuddered to be touched so intimately in public and truth be told, she was still a little sore from the hard use she'd received a few hours ago.
Inside, the blue eyed girl realized after opening the fogged over freezer that the vanilla ice cream was nearly empty. She bent down and ran her scoop around the bottom wondering if there could possibly be enough for a full scoop--but knowing full well that there wasn't. She simply wanted to be able to take a peek at what was happening at the window through the fogged over freezer lid in hopes that she wouldn't be caught spying.
Outside, his wet finger was withdrawn from Eva's flowing pussy and brought to her mouth. "Suck," he'd ordered and Eva's lovely mouth was opened to accept his finger. She slowly sucked her own pussy off of his finger, making sure to put on a show with her lips as she tasted herself and mimicked the cock sucking that she'd done earlier. "Mmmm," she moaned in the back of her throat as he pushed in and out of her mouth while he ground his cock into her bottom.
Again the finger was inserted into her pussy and again it was offered to her mouth. Lost in the moment, Eva licked and sucked her own flavor off of his surrogate cock. The finger was thrust deep in her mouth and she knew that he'd far rather be thrusting his cock into her face as she knelt before him. Maybe later...
The blond woman watched this and was surprised at her body's reaction. The cold inside the shop had long ago made her nipples insensitive to extremes of cold, but they did perk up at the sight of the man's finger going into the woman's mouth and more so, the look on the woman's face was enough to make anyone--man or woman--get aroused. Her face was a mask of happiness, contentment, and complete joy while she acted like a wonton slut in public. It was disconcerting to the blond girl who had been raised to be a lady and didn't understand her own cravings to be taken in hand by a strong man like she was seeing now. She realized that they might soon wonder where their ice cream was, but for now, they seemed busy and unable to notice the slow service. Squatting down behind the cooler, she blushed and wondered if someday she too might be wanted that badly that she would be touched so intimately in public.