This story could go in a number of different categories. I chose 'Romance'. It could have easily been Erotic couples or Loving wife. The story will be posted in four chapters due to the length. My editor has chosen not to be recognized. I hope you enjoy the story. Chapter 1
Ever since I was a kid I remember the sound of the ice cream truck coming down the street. Like every other kid on the block I'd run into the house and yell, "Mom! The ice cream truck is coming." Most of the time she would give us kids, that's my brother, my sister and me, the money for an ice cream.
I remember saying that when I grew up I was going to be an ice cream man. Of course everyone laughed at me but I meant it. After high school I went to college and took a business management course. I wanted to know how to run a business. Upon graduation and with the help of my parents I bought an ice cream delivery truck.
It wasn't the kind with the ding-a-lings on it, but a large truck where you delivered ice cream to stores. I was on my own, except for paying back my parents; I lived in a trailer court and drove an older truck but life was good.
I saved most of my earnings other than paying my expenses. I made sure that every payday I paid my parents first. Renting a trailer was the right thing for me to do because I didn't have to worry about upkeep. Little by little I replaced some of the furniture with things I bought. The first big item I bought was a Harley motorcycle. I loved to ride it in the evenings. I did pick up a lot of dates with it also.
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Throughout the years I dated a lot of women. I even got serious about a few of them but I couldn't see myself getting married and tied down to one woman. I liked sex as much as the next guy, but I was happy with my life. If I ever got bored I would make a couple of calls and get a date. Life was good.
My parents worried about me being single. I told them that if they were worried about grandkids that my sister Trina and brother Jim already had kids and would probably have more. As far as eating well, I told mom that's why I came over most every Sunday for dinner.
I had lots of friends and relatives and whenever there was a party or some kind of doings, I always supplied the ice cream. I was a pretty popular guy when it came to ice cream.
I was now thirty years old and had saved quite a bit of money over the years. I was also able to pay my parents off. My ice cream route kept growing and of course it took more time to service all my customers. I would sometimes work twelve hours a day and at least a half day on Saturdays.
Oh, my name is Jeffrey Allen Keys; most of my friends just call me Jeff. My buddy Keith, who was recently divorced asked me to go to a party with him. I told him I didn't go that way and he just laughed. We always kidded with each other.
The party was being giving by some guy he dealt with. I forgot to mention that Keith was a Private Investigator. This client had hired him to follow his cheating wife and get him information he could use in court. Marty, his client was so happy with the results that he was throwing a big beach bash on his estate.
When I asked Keith why he didn't just take a date he told me that there were going to be dozens of ladies at the party. I agreed to go since it would be held on a Saturday evening. I asked him if I should bring some ice cream and he just laughed.
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A little more about me. I'm six foot tall and weigh in the hundred eighty pound range. I don't really exercise because I get all the exercise I need hauling ice cream packages all day. According to my dates, I'm said to be good looking and somewhat of a funny guy.
I love sex as much as the next guy. One thing I do is make love to every woman while having sex. I didn't say I love them but I make love to them. I'm fond of foreplay. I think it's actually more fun then the actual fucking sometimes.
To be with a woman and make her feel good turns me on even more. I love sucking and massaging their breasts and kissing down their bodies. My favorite area is their belly below the belly button and down to their muff, that is those that have muffs. A lot like to shave it all off; personally I love rubbing my face in a nice trimmed muff, but I wouldn't refuse any.
Keith and I went to the party and he introduced me to his past client, Marty. He welcomed me and told us to enjoy ourselves. This was one big beach house. It's the kind you see in movies. The portion of the beach behind his house was private and there were lots of people mingling around.
There was a food snack table set up that sure wasn't chips and dip which I was used to. Marty, must have been quite the wealthy man. His guests seemed to be, how do I say it? A little snobby and some were stuck on their self. Others seemed a little more normal.
Most of the women were quite sexy and knew it, but most all women in shorts or a bathing suit look pretty darn good to me. All kidding aside they were a handsome group of people. I don't like calling women handsome but I guess it's proper English. Most were just damn nice looking.
Keith knew some of the people there; past clients he told me. He walked up to one woman he must have known quite well. He took her hand and kissed her on the cheek. They were both all smiles. He introduced me to her; her name was Kelly and she was quite stunning.
She walked over to the snacks and it gave Keith time to tell me I was on my own for the night. I had driven because Keith told me he had planned on drinking a lot. Now I could tell he was hoping Kelly would be there. He told me he hoped to be going home with her. Jumping ahead a bit, that's exactly what happened.
I found some nice people to talk to and had my snacks and drinks. There was one blonde woman in a two piece white bikini and a matching wrap that I found myself staring at. When I came across Keith I asked him if he knew her. He said he hadn't seen her before but she was talking to Marty's latest girlfriend Nicole.
I couldn't help but stare at the blonde. She was flirty with a lot of the men but it was all talk. They might have kissed her cheek or touched her shoulder but that was about it. I was debating with myself, which I have a habit of doing, deciding if I should introduce myself. I guess I felt that we were in different leagues.
Before the debate was over she came over to where I was sitting. I stood up and smiled at her. "You've been staring at me for quite a while now and I was wondering why?" she said in an inquiring way and not in anyway mean or worried.
"Because you're beautiful and I was wondering if you were with someone. I'm Jeff Keys."
"I'm Jennifer Bradley, my friends call me Jen. I don't think I've ever met you before. Are you a friend of Marty's?"
"I met him today, I came with a friend." She looked around and I told her, "A male friend; he met a female friend of his so I guess I'm alone."
"We're never alone Jeff; would you like some company? I'd like to get to know more about you."
We sat down and talked. I think some of the guys she had been talking to were a little pissed that she was with me at the moment. She asked me to get her a glass of wine, which I did and me a beer.
I handed her the glass of wine and she thanked me. She said she would go first and tell me about herself.
"I'm twenty-six, unmarried. I graduated from State college and work at Bradley Industries. Before you ask, Bradley Industries is owned by my father."
I'd heard of the company before. They make machinery parts for a number of large companies. If her dad owned this company then she was from a very wealthy family.
She continued, "I'm an executive secretary in the legal department."
"So what brings you to this party?" I asked.
