Best Women's Erotica 2011 (2 page)

Typical.

“There you go.” I hand over the ice creams. The builder drops the change into my hand before giving me a leery wink and swaggering back off to his mates.

I sigh. If the obscenely tight uniform and crappy pink van weren’t bad enough, the trashy jingle I’ve got playing is enough to set my teeth on edge. I lean over and switch it off—that’s enough of “Greensleeves” for now. Still, this job is only for the summer and it does have its pluses. I gaze down at the colorful assortment of ice creams and my mouth starts to water.

“Hello, love.” A voice calls my attention. I look up. It’s another builder, only this one is different—he’s gorgeous. Like a hot builder from an advert on TV, he has these sexy gray eyes, gorgeous red lips and a rocking body that looks great packed into his T-shirt and shorts. I can almost smell the pheromones coming off him.

“Oh, hi,” I say. Am I blushing? “What can I get you?”

The guy rests his arm on the counter and gazes up at the menu. “What do you recommend?”

I stifle a smile. Is he serious? This is an ice-cream van, not the Ritz. Still, it gives me a chance to have a bit of fun. “I hear the raspberry ripple’s rather nice…” I hold my breath. It’s a challenge—offering a big tough builder a rather girly sounding ice cream.

He takes it. “Right, the ripple it is.”

I try to hide my delight as I scoop his ice cream. I like a man who’s up for a laugh. Especially one this hot.

“What’s your name?” he asks, watching me as I prepare his ice cream.

“Cassie,” I say, a little surprised. Punters aren’t usually interested in details like that.

“Cassie. Hmm. I like that,” he says, with no trace of irony.
“Nice to meet you, Cassie. I’m Luke.”

Polite, too. I’m impressed.

“There you go, Luke.” I hand over his ice cream. “Hope you enjoy it.”

Luke drops the coins into my palm. “I’m sure I will.” He gives me a knowing smile before ambling off to a nearby bench to sit and eat.

I watch him, intrigued. There’s something unusual about him. He doesn’t just wolf his ice cream down like the others—he takes his time; savors it, eats it slowly like it’s a treat to be relished.

And, oh, how he eats it.

I lean against the counter, my jaw going slack at the spectacle on display. First he rolls his tongue around the outside of the ice cream, coating his tongue in the creamy mixture. Then he draws it into his mouth with long luscious laps that look really suggestive. At least they do to my dirty mind. I lean forward to get a better look.

Next he starts nibbling and licking—deft precise movements that have me quaking at the knees. He’s seducing that dessert like it’s a succulent pussy. I can’t help but react. My nipples harden against the front of my top, and I feel my own creamy moisture start to seep into my panties. Is he doing this for me? Though the thought seems ridiculous, it gets me excited, and I watch him even closer, drawn in by his erotic food play. I’m glad there’s no queue. At last someone up there loves me.

Luke turns his attention to the crisp little cone. He holds it gently and starts to nibble it with precise little nips that look calculated to please. And they do. I press my thighs together, my pussy getting wetter at the sight.

After a few more bites, he finishes the ice cream. But the show isn’t over. I watch, engrossed as Luke licks his fingers, one by one, draining every last trace of ice cream from them.

I let out a sigh. Wow, that was hot.

Suddenly, Luke gets up and starts ambling back toward the van. I snatch up a scoop, pretending to be busy.

Luke rests his arm on the counter. “Hey, thanks for that, Cassie, I really enjoyed it.”

“Yeah, so did I.” Oh, hell, did I say that out loud?

Luke tips his head, a smile on his face. “Right, well. Maybe see you later?” Before I can reply, he strolls away, back to the building site.

I take a few deep breaths. My palms are sweaty, my knickers are soaking. I feel like I’ve been watching a filthy movie, the way my body’s reacting. I gaze over at the ice creams and realize I’m in no fit state to serve anyone—except myself.

A sly smile crosses my lips. That’s it. There’s nothing else for it. I’ll close the van, give myself a quick seeing to and get this thing out of my system. I grasp the serving window to slide it closed, but then an elderly guy wanders over. “Hold on love, I need some relief out here, I’m melting,” he says.

I grimace, pressing my thighs together beneath my tight skirt.
Yeah? You and me both.
Still, I put on my professional smile and get to work. Perhaps keeping busy will take my mind off my arousal. But as I scoop the ice cream, my mind fills with images of Luke, nibbling that cone like it was my pussy. My hands start to shake. I deserve an award just for keeping a straight face with all the kinky images passing through my mind. But somehow I manage to keep my cool and serve up the ice cream.

“Thanks, love.” The guy saunters off down the beach to enjoy his treat.

Right. Time for mine.

I can’t get the window closed fast enough. Clearing a space on the floor in the back of the van, I lie down next to freezers of prepackaged Popsicles and ruck up my skirt. Sliding my hand
into my knickers I run my fingers over my slit, swirling them in my juices. I moan and tip my head back against the floor. Damn, I feel horny. Hand in my knickers, I pant and groan as I rub myself up.

My moans echo off the walls—I sound far too conspicuous. I’ve always been a noisy lover and I need something to cover my reactions. I scramble up and flick the switch on the music. As the tinny sound of “Greensleeves” cranks up, I scrabble back down onto the floor and get back to the job. I never thought I’d be wanking to “Greensleeves,” but I guess, right now, the jingle does have its uses.

I tease and rub my clit between my fingers, picturing Luke’s head between my thighs, lapping and sucking. I roll my head from side to side and murmur, the tremors inside me increasing. Just a few more strokes and I’ll be there…

There’s a knock on the window. I groan and sit up, woozy from the preorgasmic sensations. There it is again, more insistent this time. I sigh. In this business, the customer always comes first.

How bloody ironic.

I tug my skirt back down over my legs and straighten my hat. Stumbling up off the floor, I dash over to the window and slide it open.

It’s Luke. “Hey, gorgeous. I heard the music and I thought you were open….”

Hell, I’d forgive him anything. “Sure. What do you fancy?”
A kiss, a grope, a seriously good fuck in the van?

Luke tilts his head and looks thoughtful. “I’m after something a bit indulgent….”

“Yeah, like what?” I lean over the counter, breath held, expectant.

Luke leans in to meet me. “Something soft and juicy with a
hint of cream.” He runs his gaze over my body. “Do you have anything like that?”

There’s no mistaking the hint. His eyes, his words—his whole manner says,
fuck me.
My head fills with all kinds of naughtiness. Who am I to deny this hot customer his wish? I run my fingers over the counter, a coy smile on my face. “I think I know what you’re after, but I’ll have to serve it to you in the back of the van…”

Luke meets my gaze. “Sounds perfect.”

My fingers fumble as I slide the window shut for the second time. I know I risk losing my job with all these impromptu closures, but one look at Luke’s luscious red lips and there’s no going back. I can’t get to the back of the van fast enough.

I open the door. Luke stands in front of me, all manly and oozing sexuality. The filthy look on his face gets me right to the core. I can’t resist. Doing a quick check for onlookers, I grab hold of his T-shirt and pull him into the van. Luke slams the door closed behind us. In the compact space, his brawny body looks even bigger, even more enticing. Moving closer, he puts his arm around my waist and edges me back against the freezers. “So, this special indulgence…”

With a cheeky smile, I slide the zipper down on my top. “It’s all right here—help yourself….”

Luke’s eyes sparkle as my tits spill out into his hands. “Mmm, just as I pictured, two big scoops of ice cream.” He runs his fingers around their contours, his rough hands surprisingly sexy against my skin. “Topped off with a couple of pert raspberries.” He flicks his thumbs over my nipples. “And what’s this?” Luke slides his hand under the hem of my skirt and cups my wet pussy. “A generous smothering of cream…”

I moan and thrust my crotch into his palm. The guy’s a whiz with the sex talk, but any more of this teasing and I’ll go crazy.
I tilt his chin up to face me. “Just quit with the sweet talk and shut up and eat me.”

Luke chuckles. “Yes, ma’am.” Whipping off my panties, he grabs my ass and sets me down on top of the freezers. Kneeling between my spread thighs, he lifts my legs over his shoulders and buries his face in my pussy.

I gasp. The kinky display he put on earlier was no smoke screen—the guy is as good as his promise. Looking up at me with those deep gray eyes, he rolls his tongue over my slit in long slow strokes before spearing it into my cunt. I wriggle, enjoying the contrast of the cold freezers against my ass and his hot tongue in my pussy. Luke slides his hands over my thighs and trails his tongue over my clit, starting a heady rhythm over the tip. I grip the edge of the freezers and groan. He’s putting on a show again—only this time it’s me that he’s eating. I rock my hips to meet him as he licks, sucks and fucks me with his mouth. He pushes first one finger, then another into my cunt to add to the thrill. I whimper and run my fingers through his hair. He’s misplaced on that building site; his talent belongs here, eating pussy.

As he continues to nuzzle and suck me, I get tingles all over my body. Luke flicks his tongue faster, coaxing me to orgasm.
Oh, yeah, here it is.
I grab a handful of his hair and clench my thighs as I come in his face.

Luke looks up at me with those dark eyes and licks the juice from my pussy. He trails his fingers over my slit one last time before placing my legs back down onto the floor and getting to his feet. Meeting my gaze, he slides his fingers one after the other into his mouth to lick off my juices. Then he leans back against the wall, a satisfied smile on his face. “Thanks for that, Cassie, I really enjoyed it.”

This time there’s no reticence in my reply. “Yeah, so did I.” I gaze at him, the hot, burly builder with the tongue from heaven,
and I feel excitement build all over again. My gaze dips lower and I see his thick cock tenting his shorts and I can’t let him go. Not yet. Not without a taste of him.

I push myself up off the freezers and sidle toward him. “That was great, but I think we forgot something….”

Luke tips his head.

I grab a bottle of chocolate sauce off the side. “What good’s an ice cream without a nice juicy topping…” Before he can move, I drop to my knees and whip his shorts down to his ankles. Luke looks down at me, surprised. Hooking my hands in the waistband of his boxers, I drag them down over his thighs, he steps out of shorts and boxers, and I toss them both aside. The look in Luke’s eyes grows more serious. Released from its constraints, his cock springs forward into my face. I kneel level with it, admiring the sight—hard and thick, it’s a thing of beauty.

I lick my lips. I’m going to enjoy this.

Luke groans and shifts his weight back against the wall as I drizzle sauce over his cock. Tossing the bottle onto the counter, I kneel back to examine my handiwork. Chocolate-covered cock: I like it. I lean in and flick my tongue over his shaft, lapping up the sexy sauce. Luke’s face contorts. He bucks his hips, trying to drive himself into my mouth. “Patience,” I whisper. I stroke his balls and lick the head of his cock, taking time to tease him. But my resolve doesn’t last long—he’s far too tasty to toy with. Wrapping my lips around the tasty treat, I swallow him.

Luke groans. I pump my head up and down over his prick taking him deeper and deeper, the taste of chocolate and his salty flesh mingling in my mouth. I gaze up at Luke’s agonized expression and there’s no stopping me. Down on my knees on the van floor, my skirt still rucked up around my waist, I suck on his huge prick, getting hotter and hornier by the second. Oh, boy, do I want him.

As if he can tell, after a few swift strokes, Luke threads his hands in my hair and pulls back, withdrawing his cock from my mouth. He gazes down at his cock, now slick with my saliva, then cheekily at me. “Hey, Cassie, what’s a cone without a nice juicy place to stick it…?”

My legs quiver. This cheesy banter is getting me off and I almost fall over myself in an effort to get to my feet. Luke smirks at my eagerness. Lifting me up, he perches me against the edge of the freezers and tears off his T-shirt. Wow. Hard, lean and muscular—the guy looks amazing. But it’s his thick purple cock that has my mouth watering.

Luke moves to stand between my spread thighs. He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me against him. “You sure about this?” he rasps.

I wrap my legs around his waist.
You bet.
I lean back against the freezers and tilt my hips up toward him. “Bring it on.”

Luke surges forward driving his huge prick inside me. I arch my back, and cry out. Hard and filling, he sure feels satisfying buried in my cunt. I gaze down at my breasts jiggling as he starts to pound into me. This is bliss. Supporting me with one arm, he reaches for the chocolate sauce and drizzles it over my tits. He leans forward and sucks chocolate from my nipples, all the while working his cock into my pussy. I gaze up at the ceiling and sigh. I never thought working in the ice-cream van could be this much fun.

Luke throws his head back. “Man, you’re hot,” he murmurs, his lips trembling as he pistons his hips up against me.

I thrust my hips back to meet him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

We heave and buck, cupboards rattling, thighs slapping and groans ringing out. I’m not sure even “Greensleeves” can cover this onslaught. But this time, I don’t care—all joking aside, this
is one seriously good fuck. I reach down between my thighs and give my clit a good rub, feeling the orgasm approaching.