Best Women's Erotica(2)

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…”