When summertime rolls around I start thinking about naughty things. Well, actually, I never really stop thinking about naughty things but my fantasies begin to change with the weather. Here's one that I have often.

The Ice Cream Man


Sticky sweat beads off the swell of my chest as I fan myself sitting under the umbrella in my back yard. The sweltering southern heat glances off the windows and I sigh and bring my glass of ice tea to my forehead. I take a generous swallow and scoop an ice cube out of the glass. I rub it over my chest and bare stomach to try and cool myself off in this heat. Nothing is working. I need something to cool me off in all this heat. I hear the faint sound of music and at once I know what it is. The ice cream man. He’s coming down the street again. Funny since there aren’t any children down here. He’s been coming down this street every day for the last two weeks. ‘Maybe he’s seen me sunbathing in the back yard’ I think. I smile and begin to think about all that ice cream. Finally I can’t take it any more. I need something cool and smooth to help cool me off. I dash into my house and get a few dollars out of my change cup and slip on some sandals. Out the door I go. I see him coming down the street and slowly he stops his truck right in front of my house. I hear him moving to the back. He looks out at me and my mouth goes dry. Since when did ice cream drivers become hotties? I think to myself.
“What can I get for you ma’am?” He asks. His eyes travel over my crop top and jean shorts all the way to my feet. My face is flushed from the combination of his stare and my own desire beginning to build.
“Um, uh well maybe I’ll just get a crunch bar or … what do you recommend on a day like this?” I ask. He looks me over for a second.
“Why don’t you come in and see if there’s anything in here you like and you can pick for yourself.” He offers. God who am I to refuse that kind of offer. I move to the back of the truck where he opens the door and shuts it behind me. It’s rather cramped but I can move around just fine. I open the first cooler I come to and sigh in pleasure as the icy burst of air hits me. “Hot day today isn’t it?” He asks. I mumble something like a yes as I bend over to allow the cold air to hit me even fuller on the chest. I glance over to see the driver rearranging himself in his pants and I think I know exactly what I want to cool me off.
“So, can you close that window while I am in here?” I ask him. He reaches over and shuts the window ensuring that we are in almost total privacy. “I think I know what I want but I’m just not sure. Maybe you could help me decide.” I tell him. He walks up behind me and leans over and I purposely back my hips up to him. I feel the tale tell bulge of his erection through his pants. He clears his throat and leans into me. “I know what would cool you off but you’ve got to give me permission first.”
I look back at him and his flushed face, I guess I am not the only hot one in the truck. “Sure. Cool me off. Use what ever you have.” I tell him. He presses up behind me and grabs my shirt. In quick succession he’s freed my breasts from my top and kneading them with his strong hands. He reaches into the cooler and comes out with a popsicle. Tearing off the package he slowly runs it over my lips. I take a taste. It tastes oh so good. He runs that down my neck, over my nipples again and again until they are hard as pebbles. He spins me around and backs me up to the counter and again puts the popsicle up to my lips. I take it from him and eat it as he feasts on my breasts. Swirling his tongue around over and over again. Making me hotter and wetter even while the popsicle begins to cool me off. I finish it off with one last bite.
“I’m done with that but I’m still hot. What else have you got that will cool me off?” I tell him. He starts with the button on my shorts and slowly works them over my hips. Taking special care he works my panties off as well……


Stay tuned for the conclusion next week.


Touring Boston July 18 ~ July 22. Think you can cool me off?

~Rae Monroe



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