The scorching sun beat down on her as she attempted to savor an ice cream cone in the cool shade of the building I worked in. I had stepped out for a break when my attention was drawn to the site of her pink tongue extending from between her perfect, full lips to catch the milky white cream that was trying to make its way down the cone.
As I stood there mesmerized, I felt a sudden swelling of excitement. I didn’t intend to stare, but the scene inexplicably ignited every erotic fantasy in my mind, fueled by the unintentionally sensual display before me.
She then took the remaining inches of the cone, put it in her mouth, crushed it with her tongue, and swallowed it, all in one smooth motion. Using only her finger, she delicately wiped the ice cream from the edges of her lips before sensually licking it clean.
That’s when I finally looked into her eyes only to notice that she was looking right at me. Her head was tilted slightly, and she had a mischievous smile on her face. I quickly turned away and pretended like I hadn’t seen anything, but I knew it was too late; I was busted.
A moment later, I looked back up only to see her walking away. She opened the door to the building, but before disappearing, she looked back at me and smiled coyly.
Then it hit me: I needed to know who she was, her name, anything. When I entered the building, there she was, coming right at me with a curious smile on her face.
Stopping, she told me, “You know, it’s not polite to stare. I hope you enjoyed watching me with my ice cream as much as I enjoyed eating it.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring,” I said sheepishly.
“You were pretty absorbed,” she laughed. “I forgot to throw away my napkin. Would you mind disposing of it for me?” she asked politely before walking away. I just stood there like an idiot watching her disappear into the crowd, too embarrassed to ask her name. Turning to toss it in the trash, I noticed something written on it.
“12th floor, 10 minutes.”
As I stared at the napkin, I was confused, so I did what any hot-blooded male would do when a beautiful girl asks to meet him; I practically ran to the 12th floor.
When I arrived, it seemed eerily deserted. Then I remembered that the floor was closed for remodeling. Hearing some music, I walked towards a nearby room and entered.
“Hello there,” a voice said. It was the beautiful woman sitting behind the reception area with a smile on her face. “I see you got my message.”
I began to speak when she raised her fingers to her lips. “Shhh,” she whispered. “So tell me, did you enjoy watching me with my ice cream?” She spoke while walking up to me, stopping just a foot away.
“I couldn’t look away,” I told her, figuring I had nothing to lose.
“Obviously,” she said. “It wasn’t as refreshing as I had hoped. I wondered if you could help me.”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Doing something I enjoy helps me focus; I enjoy ice cream, but it was so hot that I wasn’t able to relax. Quite frankly,” she said as she nudged me to sit in the chair that she had backed me into. “There’s something I enjoy immensely more.” I then watched her take a hair-tie from her wrist, pull her hair back, and put it into a ponytail with a mischievous look in her eyes. She then dropped to her knees in front of me, preparing to do something I would never have expected.
“Oh god, is this really happening?” I thought.
“Sit back and do me a favor,” she said as she started to unbuckle my belt. “Don’t talk. You have no idea how bad I need this,” she said with a hunger in her voice.
I watched as she took my pants down along with my shorts. “Nice,” she whispered as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft. “This will do just fine.” My cock isn’t thick, but it’s long enough that she was able to wrap both of her hands around without overlapping her fingers. I watched as the look on her face turned to pure lust as she began to stroke me, up and down, twisting her fists as she went, gently at first before gripping me harder and moving faster. She alternated between them as her mouth slowly dropped open as her lust became even more pronounced.
With her thumb, she swiped the head, feeling the precum leaking out. She moaned softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine as she brought her thumb to her mouth to lick it off.
She then closed her eyes and leaned in so she could lick the remainder of the lubricant from the crown. Slowly she dropped her mouth down until she was giving the most sensuous blowjob I had ever experienced.
Pulling away for only a moment, she warned, “You’re going to want to keep your voice down when I do this.” She then dove headfirst onto my cock, not stopping until I could feel the glans pushing against the back of her throat. She wasn’t done yet. She then pushed harder, making the shaft bend and travel down the back of her throat until it was fully lodged into her esophagus. My mouth opened to let out a loud moan, but I was miraculously able to hold back. Then, when I thought her oral skills could get no better, I felt her tongue lapping my balls as she made swallowing motions.
“Oh, FUCK,” I yelled as she literally swallowed my cock.
I saw a subtle smile on her lips as she began to suck like I had never felt. The seal her lips made around the shaft was tight, and her cheeks caved in from the suction as she performed miracles with her tongue. As she sucked, her fists corkscrewed the shaft while her perfect lips did the same thing, moving back and forth in both directions. She would occasionally stop to take me deep before resuming her intense sucking. The combination of her skilled mouth and hands sent waves of pleasure through my body, leaving me unable to control my moans.
She would occasionally pull off to seemingly catch her breath. Tears had formed in her eyes, and she gasped for air before diving back down onto me, her desperation now obvious. It was as if she were completely lost in the moment, consumed by not pleasuring me but doing something that she herself desperately needed more than air itself.
The noises coming from her throat were of pure lust as she groaned, growled, and whined as if semen were her drug and she were craving it with an insatiable hunger. The intensity of how she devoured my cock and the fire in her eyes made it clear that this was more than just a physical act for her; it was a primal craving that she had to fulfill.
As if waking from a wet dream, I heard her strained voice. “Don’t you dare pull away,” she said with desperation. She had correctly read the signs of when I was about to lose control. “I want every drop down my throat.”
Immediately engulfing the head once again, she palmed my shaft with her upper hand, using her thumb along with her tongue to caress the part where the crown separates.
She then dropped her lower hand to caress my hanging balls, and with her upper hand, she gripped my saliva-coated cock right below the head with only her thumb and forefinger, applying just the right amount of pressure before twisting it in both directions as her wet tongue aggressively swirled over the head.
It made it impossible to hold back any longer, as the explosions in my head looked like a July 4th celebration.
Looking down in shock, I saw her eyes were large, bright blue pools that sparkled as the explosions in my head intensified.
The last thing I remembered was seeing her eyes disengage from mine as I felt my entire cock being forced into her esophagus one last time. That’s when my legs shot out, and all conscious feeling left my body as my cum exploded from my balls, up the shaft, and down her throat, missing her tongue completely.
She gagged and gasped for air, but she refused to pull off until she had completely drained me of the millions of sperm that were forced into her stomach.
When my orgasm finally subsided and my balls were completely void of any and all seminal fluid, my soul slowly returned to my body. Barely being able to open my eyes, I saw her bright, blue eyes staring at me with a beaming grin.
“Thank you,” was all she said as she then stood to make herself presentable. Her lips were red and puffy, and her eyes sparkled with satisfaction.
Her smile was knowing as she gestured towards my satisfied state, her words laced with seduction. “You might want to tidy up,” she murmured before exiting, pausing for a final glance. “Believe me, you have no idea how bad I needed that.”
Hurriedly, I adjusted myself and ran out to see if I could speak with her, to at least find out her name, but she was gone. I looked for her for months, each day hoping that I could catch a glimpse of her, but she was nowhere to be seen until I was invited to the home of the CEO to attend a celebration.
There she stood, next to the vice president of the company. As if I were a zombie, I approached, eager to talk with her. Turning, the executive saw me and shook my hand. We spoke casually for only a moment when he said, “By the way, this is my daughter, Veronica. She will be interning with us this summer.” Our conversation was interrupted so he could attend to some more guests, leaving me with the woman of my fantasies.
“Veronica, is it?” I was finally able to ask.
“Yes, that’s right,” she replied with a smile. “My friends call me V.”
For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to let her know what my mind was thinking. “I like that. V, as in vanilla.”
“Mmm, I do love vanilla.” She then licked her lips and looked around. “Looks like Daddy will be busy for a while. I know where you might get some pie and me some ice cream with plenty of privacy. You do like pie, don’t you?” she said with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.
I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of sneaking away with her. “Pie sounds perfect,” I replied, eager to see where this unexpected encounter would lead us.
