As they drove down the island, warmth washed thru the car. The first day of the year that was truly shorts and t-shirt weather. She sat in the passenger seat wearing a pair of print shorts and a loose blouse held up with thin spaghetti straps. He wore a pair of hiking shorts with elastic waistband and a t-shirt.
Talking about the weather, their jobs and other things, an ice cream shop came into view.
“Ohh, let’s stop. Ice cream would hit the spot today.” She said.
Smiling at her, watching the wind pick up her long dark hair and blow it around, he slowed the car and turned in.
Getting out of the car, he lagged behind. He loved watching her ass in shorts as she moved. And today, her shorts seemed to mold themselves to her shape more so than usual. It was at that point he realized, that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Her normal underwear was a thong. He saw no signs of lines under the tight shorts.
Standing at the counter, ordering their ice cream, he put his hand on the small of her back, and then let it slide down. His hand brushed over her waistband, then slid further, pressing hard against her skin. His fingers moved in small side-to-side motions, feeling for anything underneath the material.
Feeling his hand exploring over her ass, she turned and smiled at him. “Find what your looking for?” She said.
Getting their ice cream, they walked to the car. He watched as her tongue slid out of her mouth, licking up the length of her ice cream cone. The motion brought to mind her licking other things. Shaking his head, smiling, he opened her door. Smiling at him, licking her cone as she looked into his eyes, she sat down.
Walking around the car, he smiled at her ability to tease him. Climbing in the car, they sat and chatted about plans for the summer and other items. And yet, as they chatted, his eyes always wandered to her tongue. The ice cream sliding across her tongue as she licked the cone up and down, and around its circumfrence. He could not help but begin to picture his cock in the ice cream’s place.
And with this thought, his cock rapidly became erect. Nonchalantly, he readjusted, but this just served to draw her attention. He felt his cock flex when he realized she was staring at his shorts.
With her attention drawn away, she didn’t notice her cone drip onto her shirt, right above her nipple. Grabbing a napkin, he stroaked her shirt a couple of times to remove the spot. Then pinched the material with his thumb and forefinger to blot the stain. As he did this, his finger pinched her nipple. He felt it, rolled it for a second, noting it was already firm. Releasing, he did this again and again. Her breathing caught for a second, then sped up.
Staring into his eyes as he played with her nipple thru her shirt, she then leaned over with her cone and dripped a couple drops on his shorts, right onto his erection. “Oooops,” she said, smiling innocently.
Grabbing a napkin, she started to stroke the stain, and in the process, stroked the length of his cock.
