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Ice Cream Man Ch. 1

By: MorningStar



Good morning world!! And it is a good morning. The sun's shining out there and it's Wednesday again. Every other Wednesday is very important to me. You see that's the day the ice cream man comes late in the afternoon. He's the guy that drives the big truck and brings frozen foods to the house for us to buy. You see, we live out in the country and this company has been in business for years selling products like ice cream, frozen meals, pizzas and the such. Their products are wonderful and the last few years they've added a lot to the selection, but the ice cream is still my weakness. That was until we got a new driver about a year ago.

Mike's in his late twenties and built like a football player, has a great sense of humor and the most gorgeous smile that lights up his entire face. With any new driver, it takes awhile to get to know them and find out just how well they will 'understand' my way of dealing with people. You have to be careful, some people get offended by off-the-wall, off-color remarks. So several buckets of ice cream and lots of pizzas later, he finally got the message that I was just teasing the living hell out of him most of the time. I loved it in the summer when he started wearing shorts. I got a good look at the muscles in his calves and thighs. Nice amount of hair and a tan that was constantly improving. When he stood with his back to me, reaching into the cold freezer compartments of the truck, I got a wonderful view of his butt as he stretched to the top shelf, nicely shaped one that dimpled on the sides when he contracted it.

Not to be outdone, I'd meet him at the door in various types of clothing. Always covered up, never in a bathrobe or anything, but often without shoes on, looking very comfy and at home. Over time he became more friendly and we'd talk a bit before he left for the next house on the route. One day he told me his birthday would be the next delivery date and jokingly asked me what I was going to give him for his birthday. I didn't dare tell him what I wanted to give him, so I just smiled and said he'd have to wait and see. (Now stop smiling you guys) I baked him a batch of cupcakes, frosting on each one and one with a candle in the middle. I must have really taken him by surprise. He said his mom was the last one to make him a cake for his birthday and that was years ago. Damn I sure as hell didn't want to be compared to his mother, even if I was over 10 years his senior. Best part was, I did get a big hug for my efforts. One of those that lifts you up off your feet. (Being short has so many advantages.)

Winter came along eventually, and the shorts were exchanged for warmer pants and winter jackets. Dang!! Just when the viewing was so good too. I no longer met him on the porch, he just had to come inside the house and warm up a little bit. Occasionally, when it was really nasty outside, I could convince him to have a warm cup of coffee before he moved along the route. Our conversations kept getting a little more away from the selection of foods he had available to the fact that he was available. He'd been recently divorced and was dealing with lawyers and the ex-wife. It was not a pretty separation so far, and he was feeling a lot of strain on his emotions. We talked a lot about his future and how he was going to get out of the town he lived in and move closer to our area. (mmmmmmmm I liked the sound of that one, now if I could only figure out where and when he was going to move).

It's very hard to carry on any seduction at the rate of ten minutes of talking once every two weeks. I'd just about decided to leave it at the thrill of throwing out sexual innuendoes when last June the tables were turned on me instead. It was raining when Mike arrived that Wednesday afternoon. I was home alone at the time, dressed in a pair of tight, black stretch jeans that hugged my curves very nicely. I wore a white sleeveless shirt, open at the neck in a V. Unthinkingly, I'd left the top two buttons undone. Up until the rain started it had been fairly warm for the first time that summer. I stood on the porch giving him my order for the week while he stood out there complaining that the sprinkles of rain coming down were as cold as ice. Under the shelter of the porch roof, I stood barefoot and dry and I laughed myself silly at him standing there in shorts getting cold. He gave me one of those 'stern' looks and told me if I was so tough, I should come out in it and see just how cold it was.

"No way!" I told him. "I'm not so stupid to be standing out in a cold rain." I turned to go back into the house to write him out a check when I remembered that the checkbook was in the truck outside. While he was on the far side of his truck, I dashed to our pickup, opened the door and leaned across the seat to reach my checkbook on the passenger's side floor. With my legs stretched out, feet on the ground, butt on the driver's seat, head lowered and arm stretched out across the pickup seat, there was an appreciative whistle behind me. Mike was watching me get the checkbook and said loud enough for me to hear, "Honey, you can bend over in front of me any time you want." I don't know who blushed more at the comment, him or me. He quickly apologized and turned around to finish getting the order put together. I just sat on the seat of the truck sorta of dumbfounded. Here after all the effort I'd been putting into getting him to notice me, and thinking I was wasting my time, I was getting what I wanted. He made a audio comment on me! Geeze it made me think I was going about things all wrong with this seduction experiment.

I wrote out the check and walked over to his truck where he was reaching way back into the compartment. As I tried to hand him the check, he stuck that ice cold hand down the front of my partially open shirt and held it on my warm breast underneath. Looking down at me, he smiled and said, "I love warming my hands up on soft skin". I didn't move. I didn't say a thing. I just smiled up at him, reached my arm around his waist and tucked the check into the back pocket of his shorts. I was sure to take my time removing my hand and squeezing a little of that hard ass before I helped him carry stuff to the house. As he stacked the pizza boxes in my arms, he made sure that his hands brushed against my breasts before he released the boxes to my care. My, I do believe there's potential here.

From that afternoon on, the bi-weekly encounters became more interesting. The next time he showed up at the house, he walked up the steps to stand on the porch next to me. He pulled me over to the side a little ways and asked if we should compare tans. I had on shorts because of the heat spell we'd been having, so he stood with his leg next to mine, just barely touching me, but I could feel the heat from his skin none the less. He won the tan contest, he was darker than I was, but I told him I didn't have any tan lines and I could see he did. "Care to show me?" he asked. I lifted the hem of my shorts up high on my thigh so he could see there wasn't any line there. Then I pulled my shirt open enough to let him see the top of my pure white lace bra and the contrasting tan underneath. He leaned over a bit to get a closer view and asked about the area covered up, was it the same color?

I dropped my hand letting the shirt fall closed and just smiled. "Guess that's something you'll have to find out another time huh?" When he brought the packages to the door, he held them higher than normal above my outstretched arms. I asked him what the idea was about making me reach out that way. "Just pay back hon. That way you have to let me touch you again when I move my hands like this". With that, he placed the stuff in my arms and used both hands to cup my breasts while my hands were full of heavy cold pizzas. Mike was definitely getting braver and sneaky as well. I put the packages on the counter and sash-shayed back to him holding the check out of reach. "No way mister. I get to put the check in your pocket." Only this time I stood behind him and reached around to put it in the front pocket. Hand deep within there, I couldn't resist taking a minute to caress the inside of his thigh through the cotton material. Sigh.....too bad he always had to finish the route and I wasn't the last stop.

The summer progressed nicely. My tan was getting darker and I loved showing it off now that I could wear skirts without hose. That's how I met him the following time. Short denim skirt, sandals, fitted blouse that left little to be imagined. I walked out to his truck and sat on the side step with him. As I looked through that week's specials in the brochure he handed me I made sure my best attributes were exposed, my long shapely brown legs. I don't think Mike was listening too closely to my order. I had to repeat it several times before he was satisfied he got it all down on the hand held computer he uses to keep track of his truck's inventory. He didn't refuse my help in getting the order put together. Now there's nothing better than the warm summer, late afternoon sun on bare legs. I made sure he got as much of a view as he wanted when I led the way around the truck. I was beginning to know where my favorite ice cream packages where stored. He pulled out the tray of Rocky Road flavors and got me out two boxes. When I reached out to take them from him he stuck them back into the truck and pulled me into his arms. That kinda startled me at first. He'd never got that brave before, but man did his body feel good next to mine. So I just reached my arms up around his neck and let his mouth find mine.

A tentative kiss at first. One that has the question behind it of "Is this ok with you?" I slowly took my tongue and licked his lips in answer to the question. Yeah this was just fine with me. Stretched up the way I was, I know my skirt was riding high up on the cheeks of my backside and when his hands moved down my back he discovered my secret. I don't wear anything under my skirts. Moaning into my mouth, he started kneading my cheeks while he pushed a rather obvious bulge into my pelvis. I couldn't resist, I spread my legs a bit and cuddled that hardness between my thighs against a pussy that was tingling with the anticipation of things to come. We stood there for several minutes before he finally collected his thoughts and released me. "Damn, I'm sorry" he said. "Why?" I asked. "I'm not." "Yeah but I shouldn't have done that" he sheepishly replied. "It's ok Mike. Honest. I don't mind. You know I've been hoping for a long time that you'd like to get to know me better" He smiled and finished putting together my order. After I paid him he walked back to the truck, hesitated a minute, turned around and looked me straight in the eye. "I would like to get to know a lot more about you hon. Oh by the way, I'm changing the route set up. You're going to be my last stop next time. So I'll be here a little later in the evening. Probably after dark. Don't worry about your order. I'll make sure I've got plenty of ice cream left." I smiled, said thanks for letting me know, and started planning just how much of that porch was going to get used two weeks two weeks from then.

Ice Cream Man Ch. 2



Why was the time moving so slowly? Two weeks seemed like two years while I waited for the ice cream man's next visit. Mike had left so many open-ended suggestions the last time he made a home delivery. He was changing the route schedule so our place was the last stop of the Wednesday's route. That meant he'd be there later in the evening and wouldn't have to rush off to the next delivery site. Was he really suggesting that we get to know one another on a more personal level, or was he teasing me like I'd teased him so often over the last year? It was agony waiting for the evening to get here, but wait I had to do.

In order to occupy my idle time, I spent the hours after lunch primping and pampering myself. A glass of chilled wine to settle my nerves, or maybe it was to get my nerve up, I'm not sure which, but it helped anyway. Plenty of time for a soak in the tub with my favorite bath salts. The fragrance of country apples filled the bathroom as I filled the tub. Turn on the whirlpool and enjoy the massage it gave. By allowing some time for a deep soak I was more than ready to do the touch up shave thing. Now I know a lot of women prefer to shave their legs in the shower but I think it's a lot more fun to lean back and stretch those legs out so you can see everything and make sure no spots get missed. Besides, I love to smooth the shaving cream from my ankle to my thigh and further. I've found I really enjoy having a smoothly shaved pussy with just a triangle of curls on the front. It accentuates the availability of the folds and creases of my center most spot, not to mention the fact it cuts down on getting hairs between some lucky guy's teeth. So that's where I start. New razor blade so there aren't any knicks or pulls, one hand holding the outer lips to one side and a few slow strokes of the blade, voila....smooth skin awaiting the touch of a tongue. Repeat the process on the other side and it's ready for some action.

With the one leg resting up against the wall of the tub it's so very easy to remove the unwanted growth. All in all it doesn't take me that long, but I tend to forget that I'm doing a job and I start to play instead. I love the feel of the satiny texture it leaves and inadvertently I usually spend a little time making sure the very center is satisfied with my fingertips working my clit. I close my eyes, imagine there's another's hand exploring the folds, finding the opening and stroking the upper inside part. I never take myself beyond the point of control, just to the edge so as to be ready for later events if I can create them. But once again, I digress here....back to the story.

After rinsing off, I stood up, emptied the tub, started the shower and washed my hair. More suds to let my hands play with. Who needs a washcloth when you have your own hands to wander about your body parts? That is when you don't have another set of hands to help you. The warm cascade of water down my back coupled with the touch of my hands on my body sent shivers across my nipples. Oh only if I wasn't alone right now, it would so much nicer. But, the clock was ticking and I needed to finish getting ready just in case something more interesting was arriving at my door that evening. I dried off and took my lotion and slathered if from stem to stern, paying careful attention to my neck, knees, wrists and anywhere else that might give off some heat. If nothing happened that night, I was at least gonna smell good.

Now the big decision, what to wear? Why is it we women have so many clothes and when some important event comes up that we want to dress for, we never think anything looks right? I didn't have to worry about my legs, they were going to go bare, but what the heck was I going to cover up the rest of the sins with? I went to the closet and started searching. Shorts and a top? No that was too sporty and the shorts were too tight. Blouse and a skirt? Nothing matched right and I didn't want to wear anything too tight, it's much better to hide things you don't want accentuated, that's why I'd leave the legs show but not other things. Mmmmmmmm?? I kept digging around in there until I found it. A halter-top sun dress that was pale enough blue to let my tan show in all it's glory. It flared at the hip so the skirt would swirl nicely if I turned around, and the top covered the breast in a deep V, but exposed the tanned back. Just a touch up with the iron and I could put it on. I love having a full length mirror in the house. It allows me to check out all the angles before hand. Bit of light makeup to the eyes to make them expressive and I was set. So I thought.

I sat out on the porch watching a rosy sunset, sipping an ice tea.....waiting. I got up and had a bite to eat so my stomach wouldn't grumble about it later. I went back out to the porch, lit the citronella candles to chase away the bugs...and I waited. I went back in the house to check the calender to make sure it was the right date....it was....I waited.....and waited....and waited...and had given up on getting any ice cream that night. As I turned off the porch lights and started to make my way into the house to go to bed, a car drove in the yard. Now who the heck would be coming to the house this late in the night? It pulled up, turned off it's lights and there was Mike. I stood on the porch dumbfounded. He walked to the back of his car, opened the trunk and pulled out a cooler. Bringing it to the porch, he looked up and asked, "Bet you thought I forgot your order didn't you? Well I didn't. Here it is, same as always, two buckets of vanilla, box of Rocky Road and 6 self-rising pizza Supremes. Did I miss anything?"

I broke out laughing. "Nope, you've got it right as usual." I told him. "But you're late!"

"Well, better late than never, and I was wondering if I should do this at all" he said quietly as he took the order into the house and put it in the freezer.

Now what the heck did that mean I wondered as I followed him back outside onto the porch.



Ice Cream Man Ch. 3



I asked Mike if he could explain what he meant by 'almost not coming' with my usual order. I'd never had a check bounce that I knew of. He sat on the porch swing and motioned me to join him there. With a worried expression showing in my eyes, I sat next to a guy I'd been wanting to notice me for so long. I was now afraid I'd gone overboard with all my flirting or something. I was totally confused. He had seemed so very interested lately. Was he having second thoughts, because if he was, I wanted to put him at ease and just move the entire subject of making any connection totally out of the picture. I liked this guy, I sure as hell wasn't going to hurt him by coming on to him. I just couldn't do that to anyone. So when I turned to face him on the swing I was surprised that he took my hand, raised it to his lips and kissed the palm softly. The confusion quotient shot up 10 marks. What was going on here?

"So soft" he purred as his mouth moved to my wrist taking little nips across the skin. "Tastes sooooo sweet". He took my hand and placed it along his cheek so the fingers curled behind his head. Continuing up my arm with soft kisses he stopped short of my exposed neck and asked if he could kiss me again. I leaned forward to touch his lips with mine and start an assault with my own mouth. I felt like a kid in high school again, learning the lay of his mouth, the shape of his lips, the feel of his tongue on mine. My hands moved to his shirt front where I gently caressed his chest. Without breaking the kiss I started to unbutton his shirt so I could slip my hands inside and feel his heat and his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. He pulled back from my mouth and placed his hands on mine, stopping their journey. I moaned softly in disappointment. I guess I'd gone too far again. Sighing, I sat back and began to apologize for my actions, when he placed a finger to my lips to quiet my protesting. "No baby, I want to enjoy all of you first. Please?"

I smiled softly and nodded my head. Placing one hand under my left breast, he looked directly in my eyes, watching my reactions, seeing if I was pleased with the touch. A glow started crossing my face as his thumb and finger rolled the nipple through the thin material of the dress I was wearing. I barely noticed his other hand reaching behind my neck to loosen the ties that held the bodice up. Until the cool night air caressed my bared skin, I had been lost in the slow contact he was making with my body. "Mmmmmmmm....lovely" he sighed as he lowered his head to grasp one of the nipples between his lips. Pulling gently, then sucking softly, he teased me till I could barely stand the sweet agony of it. "Mike, you're making me feel so good with your mouth. Can I please touch you now?"

"No honey, wait" was all I remember hearing as he helped me up off the porch swing and took me into his arms, holding me close. With the buttons I had gotten open on his shirt, my sensitive breasts could barely feel the sprinkling of hair on his chest. I pressed closer, rubbing my skin to his and I know I purred like a kitten as my body molded itself to his hard form. He couldn't hide the fact that he was aroused either.

His knee moved to separate my legs while his hands started rubbing my back. I took a half step to the side and slide my crotch up along his thigh nestled between mine. His hand moved to my lower back as I started moving up and down his leg, trying to relieve some of the ache that was building in my nether regions. With my hips rocking against his leg like I was, I knew he had to feel the heat even with the layers of material barring our contact. Controlling the rate at which he was allowing me to move forward toward any release, Mike removed his knee and reaching lower began lifting the skirt of my dress up my legs. Slowly he rubbed it against my tush, scrunching it in his hands, letting more and more skin become exposed to the night air's kiss. I couldn't hold still, my hips rolled into his hands, my butt pushed back against his hands then moved toward his pelvis in an open invitation for more, but he wouldn't give in to my quest. He turned me toward the porch railing and in doing so, remained standing behind me. He placed my hands on the railing a little more than shoulder width apart. The skirt had fallen back down over me, but when I felt him kneel behind me, it quickly was pushed up over my hips and removed any obstruction to his getting a full view of the tanned globes of my ass.

"Oh my God, I knew they'd be great looking" he murmured against my soft skin. I soon felt a tongue licking me from waist to hip, hip to thigh top, around and under the cheek of my tush, and then, finally.....finally to the inside of my thigh and up to the very center where the moisture had been collecting since he'd kissed my hand. With both hands on the insides of my thighs, he spread my legs and I leaned forward to rest my head on my arms on the railing. Taking all the time in the world, Mike explored the delights I had to offer him that night. Discovering the hood of my clit with his tongue and finding out how responsive it is, he played with me insistently, first with his tongue, then with his fingers, delving in and out slowly before picking up the pace and changing the tempo of his strumming. This quiet purrs I'd been making were turning into low throated moans with each thrust of his hand within my depths. "That's it baby," he purred along with me. "Come on, sweetheart, show me how your work those velvet muscles of yours. Thaaaaaattttt's it. Grab my fingers and hold me there". When he touched the hardened nubbin of my 'rosebud' with his thumb and let his two inserted fingers rub the ridges within the interior of my wet box, I couldn't stop the tightening of my stomach muscles as the contractions built their intensity. My legs stiffened, my back arched and my pussy convulsed around his invading digits, drenching his hand and my legs.

"AAAAAAHhhhhhh...yesssssssss" we groaned together.

"That's what I wanted to see" Mike whispered in my ear, now that he was standing behind me. "Do it for me again."

I could hear the zipper on his pants as he lowered it and the soft swish as his pants fell to his feet. Kicking off his shoes and pants he stood behind me and finished removing his shirt. "Turn around now" he said. "Lift your arms up in the air". I did.

He deftly removed the dress and I stood before him as he did before me, complete, open for scrutiny and in total abandon. I gazed at the hard male body before me with a desire that was evident in my eyes and my smile. I knelt before him and taking great care, started to feast on the man's endowments. Cupping him softly in my hand, I took my time licking his shaft from the base to the tip. Pointing my tongue, I explored the curves under the exposed head before tracing the slit to the top. Squeezing a bit more firmly on his sac with one hand, I used my other hand to hold his cock straight out to my mouth so I could engulf it's entire length with a warm wet mouth. His moans fed my soul and encouraged me to continue my ministrations.

Not wanting to hurry him along too fast, I paced my caresses in such a way to build his tension up then slow it down, never moving at the same rate for more than two strokes with my mouth. Each up stroke I pulled my mouth tighter around his rod, not releasing him until I was nearly off the tip. I'd then loosen my mouth a bit and go back down on him till he was buried deep within my throat where I could tighten my mouth once again. His arms were outstretched on the railing, supporting his weight while rocking on the balls of his feet. When the first drops of that salty precum met my tongue I knew I'd come close to bringing Mike to a peak. I was prepared to take him that way, licking and sucking till he had shot everything he could, but the hand on the back of my head told me to hold off, he wasn't ready for that yet. I sat back on my heels and looked up at his shining face, eyes half closed in passion. "Yes hon, what would you like me to do now?" I innocently asked of the magnificent man before me. "Stand up again please" he answered me.

I stood slowly, letting my hand trace up the inside of his leg until it rested against the tool I'd been taking care of. Mike once again took my shoulders and turned me to face the railing. "Now darling, bend over so I can come in from behind. I love this view across your back." I bent over and in doing so with one swift thrust he was buried deep within my folds. My pussy hugged the tool he presented and instantly began to work it's length the way my mouth had done a few moments ago. A hand reached around in front of my waist and found it's way to my clit where with teasing motions, he had me juicing again. With his pelvis molded against my ass, we swayed together in an ancient rhythm of making sweet love like I'd never felt before. The blood drumming in my ears matched the thrusts we shared as we both allowed our bodies to take control and run their own race. I felt his hands move to my hips and pull me tightly to his body as he groaned an "oh my god....yeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssss" and filled me with his warm cream.The way his cock rubbed up and across my G spot, I joined his explosion and flooded his shaft with my own honey.

Mike slowly raised up from the position of leaning on my back, where he'd finished his passionate mission. Carefully pulling himself free of my grasp, he stood slowly and retrieved my dress from where he'd placed it on the railing when he removed it earlier. Helping me put it back on, he took his time lacing it behind my neck again. Kissing my shoulder and nuzzling my neck he purred a quiet, sweet "Thank you" . He stood in all his glory, dressed himself and stood there looking at me as I passed through the beginnings of an afterglow. Taking a step closer, he pulled me into his arms once again and kissed me gently. Letting his hands roam up and down my back, gentling my body and relaxing my senses to a more earthly plain. Once my breathing had normalized, he took my hand in his and walked to the steps leading off the porch. Once more turning me into his warm embrace, he leaned down and gave me a long, slow kiss that touched me from head to toe and quietly said, "I'm not working for the company anymore. I've changed jobs, starting Monday. I'll be moving this weekend.....out of state. I had to come and say goodbye."

With that, he lifted my hand to kiss my wrist once again and walked to his car. Opening the door, he paused, looked up at me standing there on the porch and said, "Thank you my darling, for one of the most memorable evenings of my life. I'll never forget you" I couldn't move a muscle as I watched his headlights pull out of the yard and travel down the road, out of my life.