Her lean legs were crossed,
her foot jiggling a loose flip-flop. But her legs weren't what caught my
attention. She must've been to the Shack. Ice cream of all sorts, but nothing
fancy for her. Just a fudgicle.
I'm not a voyeur, much
preferring to participate than to watch. But there was something so sensual
about the way she enjoyed her treat.
She was oblivious to
everything around her, her attention centered on the frosty delight in her
hand. Her tongue licked up to the tip, then taking the entire length into
her mouth. Slowly she removed it, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked off
the creamy, melting liquid. Her eyes closed luxuriously, savoring the obvious
sweetness.
I was getting aroused,
and looked around to see that no one noticed how I watched.
Her lips were covered
with the chocolatey gloss that she seemed unaware of. The sunlight glistened
on the stick, warming it, and making it melt more quickly. She noticed, and
her tongue circled the base. From the base, her tongue twisted around the
fudgicle until it reached the top, where she enveloped it in her mouth again.
I nearly moaned out loud.
I squirmed on the bench.
Slowly, the fudgicle disappeared into her warm, inviting mouth, until there
was none left. As she finished, someone came up to her. She put the empty
stick down on the table, then followed her friend.
After a few moments,
I stood up, went to the table, and picked up the stick. I dropped it into
my pocket, as a reminder.