Cookies & Cream: Roadside Attraction
Author's note:
Inspired by RoseNostagia88's awesome Cookies and Cream series. A highly recommended romp revolving around deliciously aphrodisiac desserts that is best enjoyed naked, with ice-cream.
W4T
Traffic was terrible, so we took a detour. My hands are clammy on the wheel from the heat, despite A/C. Last thing I wanted to do today was make her late for her interview.
"It's fine, baby." She tells me, but she's the one I want to soothe right now. "I told 'em I'd be a little late. Everyone's kinda ground to a halt today with these jams."
I was saddened to learn that a truck had rolled over and caught fire, causing the jam that had led us down the sand-tracked side roads, but was relieved to hear no-one had actually been too badly hurt. The driver walked away and nobody hit the wreck, but nobody was going anywhere in our corner of the state for a couple of hours.
"I got an idea." I see somebody who's about to do a lot of business in this heat. 'The Roadside Attraction' Ice-Cream stand.
She chuckles, her smile comes back a little, but it's vulnerable, fragile.
"I don't wanna get it on my clothes." She's dressed for an interview, I'm dressed for driving my girlfriend someplace after being roused from a lie-in on my day off.
"Take 'em off then." I give her a side-long, lop-sided grin; which I suppose would just be crooked in the end.
"Cheeky..." Her smile increases one more notch.
"You can wear my t-shirt, it's clean." I say.
"I'll be careful, it's good." She pats my thigh, and I start to relax a little.
I park, nobody else here yet, and notice behind the rise we're sitting on is a half-decent view. We checked the navigation, the map, and local radio confirmed it. No other route, we wait until somebody flips that truck right side up and tows it away.
"What can I get you?" I ask as she seems content to stay in the car with the limited air conditioning.
"Anything cold, lover." She says, opening her highly professional blouse another button. I crank the A/C to maximum, leave it running for her. My noble steed squeaks a belt in protest, but thrums on.
I get out into the furnace. The radio had also helpfully pointed out that this was set to be a scorching hot day, and it was just gone eleven.
"Fuckin' hell..." My accent comes back when I'm downtrodden by circumstance.
I trudge to the stand and then smile as cold air washes over me from a large rack of ice-cream.
"Hello darlin', hot enough for ya?" A woman with flushed cheeks and a perfectly sympathetic smile tilts her head as she considers me. The trailer was decked out like a diner, and her uniform matched. She had 'Emma' stencilled into the chest, and I smiled back, bedraggled.
"Nice day for it." I say. "If you're a gecko." She chuckles at the last part.
"What can I cool you down with?" She gestures to the frosty rainbow of tubs before her.
"Hmm..." I look at the flavours on the board behind her. "She loves 'Cookies and Cream'..."
"Here with your girlfriend?" She looks over to my car, where my darling rocks her crossed feet gently in the breeze out of her open window.
"That's right." I lean in conspiratorially. "We were driving to an interview, you hear about the crash?"
"Sure, hon." She nods at the radio on the other end of the long steel counter. "Terrible, I guess you'll be a little late."
"What's the..." I see a disclaimer on the menu and peer into the cool shade, my eyes still adjusting.
"Oh that's just the disclaimer, since we don't disclose our secret ingredient." Emma's grin broadens.
"Huh." I'm a sceptic, but my girlfriend is hotter than usual and I can feel the soles of my shoes starting to melt in the dust.
"I'll tell you this much..." She leans in even further, beckoning me with a finger. "It'll cheer you both up. Perfect for couples. And if you don't like it, your money back!" She says the last part with a professional flourish.
"I was thinking I needed to cheer her up and cool her down at the same time, then I saw your sign." I like a little banter now and then. "Any recommendations?"
"If you're not sure what you want, I could always give you a mix. Two chances to get it right?" She leans on the counter, giving me a view of spectacular cleavage. My heat-blush pulses darker for a second.
"Alright." I smirk at myself, and nod to her. "So... Cookies and Cream, plus..." I smile, look down. This is a day we'll remember with a groan, one way or another. "Rocky Road. In a cone." I remember manners. "Please."
Emma laughs.
"Anything for you?"
"Cookies and Cream, in case she wants to trade. With..." I look around, something makes me smile. "Raspberry Fudge. And a couple of those cold sodas please?" I point.
"Such a gentleman." Emma takes my money and scoops out two thick cones, wrapping them in napkins and placing them carefully into my hands. "You take care now, I wasn't kidding about the secret ingredient. You'll both smile, I guarantee it."
Half-convinced she was having me on, I return to the car, hand my lover a pair of cold sodas and then open the driver's door. Not wanting to risk her getting ice-cream on her work clothes, I set the ice-cream down on the driver's seat and shrug out of my t-shirt.
"Here, put it over your blouse." I grin and insist until she takes it. Chivalry is like that.
She puts it on and I get in, the ice-creams in hand.
"Cookies and Cream, plus.."
"Rocky Road." She tells me. "The irony." Her lips say it's funny, but her eyes say it's too soon to joke about.
"I can trade if you want." I offer, but she bats me away, returning her legs to the windowsill.
"I love it." She says, and takes a lick. Her smile isn't ambiguous this time.
I take a bite of mine and amuse her with the instant headache; and my giggling, gurning, and squinting trying to get rid of it again. I always forget, I never learn.
"You 'tosser'." She says, trying an English curse in my Brummy accent, laughing.
"Well I'll be a son of a gun." I try a cowboy accent, she laughs more.
"Shut up and eat your ice-cream." She teases me. I take another, more careful, bite and taste it this time. I felt cooler immediately. We both sigh as a cloud seems to pass over the sun, respite rolling across the landscape.
"How is it?" I take a lick of the melting drips rolling onto my wrist, hand her my napkin to protect her clothes with.
"Wonderful..." She sighs, despite the stress of it all she doesn't let it bother her. She's strong enough to be able to stop and enjoy ice-cream in the face of defeat. You have to love that.
"You're wonderful." I tell her, crunching my cone a bit and licking the Cookies and Cream.
She sort of chuckles to herself as she eats, hurrying before it all melts. I look at her, catch her eye as she slurps at the welcome cold. Keep thinking about taking her somewhere, getting her out of those clothes, take her cares away while we wait for the state's biggest tow-truck.
She's watching me as I thoroughly enjoy getting the stuff all over my mouth as my cone cracks. I'm left with a mess that needs to be eaten fast.
"Here, help me out..." I stick the remains of the cone in my mouth and try not to chew, fearful of another killer ice-cream headache.
Careful with the collar of her blouse, she leans in and softly licks the escaping drips from my hands as I get brave enough to chew what I've just bitten off.
I bite my lip as she catches my eyes again, licking between my fingers for another taste. God she's got a sexy look.
"What?" She looks up at me as she sucks the melted ice-cream from my thumb, my cock starts getting hard like she flipped a switch.
"Yours is gonna melt." I say, licking my sticky lips.
In retaliation, she starts licking around her cone in what I can only describe as an extravagantly Sapphic manner.
"Christ, Gorgeous..." I whisper, licking my fingers clean as she finishes hers.
"Here." She breaks off a piece of the cone and hands it to me quickly, melting drips threatening to fall. I take it, and feel a cold drop on my bare chest as I try the Rocky Road.
"Mmm." I say, watching her finish hers off entirely.