For those not in the know, Jenny was a woman brought to the attention of the budding ENF community by her husband many years ago. Voluptuous but shy, gorgeous but clumsy, she's become a bit of a folk heroine in certain internet circles. She's been stripped out of more outfits than most women even own, always to her shock and embarrassment.
For those who love stats, Jenny is a statuesque 5'10", with DD breasts, a bubble butt, trim waist and long blond hair. She's well-intentioned, polite to a fault, a bit ditzy, and optimistic to the point of being naïve.
Chapter 2 – Ice Creamed
The shameful humiliation at the Dip'N Donuts confined Jenny to the modest solace of her bedroom for a few days, but the shame soon became eclipsed by her need for money.
She found an ad for ice cream truck drivers in the local Pennysaver. It didn't sound like a great job, but it meant fresh air and it paid cash.
Jenny arrived at the truck depot bright and early for her interview. It was chilly that morning, so she wore a baggy old pair of jeans and a hockey jersey over a green tank top.
After a curt interview with a disinterested old crone, Jenny found herself behind the wheel of a gaudy ice cream truck older than she was. It had a creaking suspension, , antiquated freezers, and loud, tinny music. The temperamental gear shift, topped with a 8 ball, took every ounce of Jenny's strength to shift.
Jenny's "beat" was Pinelawn, a middle of the middle class development. As Jenny came cruising into the development late morning, the day was getting hot. Really hot. And humid. The ice cream freezers may have kept the treats cold, but it made the rest of the truck even hotter. She was starting to sweat like a pig.
Jenny pulled down a side street and parked. She stripped off the hockey jersey and threw it in hew handbag. She found a pair of tiny scissors in her bag, and contemplated her jeans. They were old and comfy, but right now they were making her feel all gross and stuffy. The might make a cute pair of cut-offs.
Jenny considered taking the jeans off to make it easier to cut them, but the idea of being in this truck in just her panties and a tank top... so soon after the very public clothing mishap –er, mishaps at the Dip'N Donut...
Jenny gingerly made the first cut, at mid-thigh, and worked her way around the leg. "There, not so hard."
She moved to her left leg and repeated the process. She was pretty satisfied until she realized, "Rats! The left leg is shorter!"
She set to work hemming the right leg to match, but it was tricky from the angle, especially in the back. Too late she realized, "Dang it! Now the right is shorter!"
More snipping, tugging, hemming, but still, "Ah come on! Still uneven!?": Snip snip snip...
It was only when Jenny noticed her pockets hanging out the hems of her tattered cutoffs did she realize, "Oh no! I cut them too much!" Indeed, what had, mere minutes ago, been modest cutoffs, now were becoming scandalously short. Standing up, her butt cheeks were only just barely covered.
"Oh NO! What did I do?!" Jenny tugged at the cutoffs, but the truth was unavoidable; she had just turned her modest, unflattering jeans into itty bitty short shorts.
"Well, at least they're not too tight," she sighed.
Indeed, the cutoffs didn't hug her tushie like true Daisy Dukes, but what she failed to appreciate was that her leg holes were very very loose, and they hung low on her hips. Her bikini-cut hot pink Victoria's Secret panties peeked out the top just a bit if she leaned a certain way. Not that she realized that.
Undeterred, she quickly cleaned up the mess and hopped back in the driver's seat. Time to sell some ice cream!
Stanley hated that damn ice cream man. Lousy kids always dragging him out of the air conditioning to spend way to much for what the already had in the freezer. At least it was a moment of peace from his harpy of a wife, Gertrude.
He sulked over to the truck, ready to empty his wallet to whatever greasy troll was driving today, when a most astounding sight befell him. A gorgeous young blonde, with the face of an angel and the body of a temptress appeared in the window of that ice cream truck.
"What can I get for you?" she said, all perky. She scrunched her nose when she said it, and raised her shoulders, just a bit, making her wondrous, gravity-defying breasts jiggle just a bit.
His son and daughter chirped out their orders, and she turned around and bent over to fish the ice cream out of the freezer.
That ass, that round, perfect ass! Scarcely covered in those shorts, and just a foot from Stanley's bulging eyes. And when she bent over... oh dear Lord! The little ribbon of denim between her legs did almost nothing to hide her bright pink silky panties from his lusting eyes! He could see everything, down to the fine lace detailing, the subtle bulge of her most treasure, most private place. Were those a few curls of blonde hair peeking out? My God! A Natural!
She turned around and handed his kids their treats with a wide, wholesome smile. Stanley got his own treat; a perfect view down her tank top. Round, youthful breasts, trembling at her every vivacious gesture, wrapped in a matching hot pink bra. Perfect cleavage, flawless, creamy skin.
A dozen or so neighborhood kids had gathered around the truck. They had no money, of course, but their lust for ice cream matched his lust for sweet blonde perfection.
"Uh, hey kids! Ice cream is on me!" A chorus of cheers went up. It was a small price for Stanley to pay to watch this goddess bend, stretch, and arch that stunning body of hers.
"Aren't you a sweetheart! Buying those kids ice cream!" She purred. Stanley was too awestruck to speak. Too bad his wife wasn't...
"STANLEY!" howled Gertrude, knocking him out of his spell. That miserable harpy must have sensed he was having a rare moment of happiness. He slinked back to his miserable life.
Jenny sorted all the cashed and took stock, blissfully unaware at how much that "sweet" gentleman had seen of her natural charms. She actually just sold out of a few items!
Jenny stepped out of the ice cream truck with a grease pencil to X out the sold-out items.
Stanley escaped his wife's soul-crushing grip long enough to take one last longing peak out his living room window. The blonde beauty was now standing on his lawn, marking the menu. A wicked idea popped into his head...
The sun was just brutal, beating down on Jenny. What a scorcher!
There was a peculiar hissing sound behind Jenny, and then a jet of ICE COLD WATER blasted her right in the butt!
"Eeeeek!" Jenny spun around to discover the lawn's automatic sprinkler system just kicked on. At first she leapt out of the way of the water, but she realized that water actually felt pretty nice! Her tank top way dark, too, so she wasn't in any risk of repeating her wet T shirt show form the Dip'N Donut.
Jenny timidly stepped in the way of the next stream of water.
"Ooooh, that feels so GOOD!" She pranced between the jets, childlike and oblivious to the erotic display she was putting on. Yes, her tank top didn't become transparent, but it did cling to her now like it was painted on. The water also made her cutoffs heavier, forcing them to ride lower, leaving the lacy waistband of her pink panties on display.
Stanley watched the dreamlike display, dizzy with lust. That sprinkler system was worth every penny.
"Stanley! There's some bimbo on the lawn! Get her outta my yard!" Damn that woman.
Jenny was drenched but refreshed, but the inside of that truck was hotter and stuffier than ever. She climbed back into the ice cream truck, ready to resume her route, when that nice dad came up to her window again.
"Hi! Come back for more?"
"Y-yes!" Stanley's mind raced for a plan. "Uh, I see you're out of Chipwiches. Are you sure you don't have any more."
