Ice Cream Man Page 2

  “I know how costly it is to live anywhere in New York City. You wouldn’t believe how much this shop and my tiny apartment upstairs costs every month.” She shook her head. “How long have you been here, Antonio?”

  “Three years. I have a BA degree in drama that I haven’t been able to do much with. I really thought it would help me more than it did. I’ve never had a paid acting job yet. Not a one. The only acting I’ve done has been for free to enhance my resume. You know, things like Community Theater, which I love, but it doesn’t pay my rent.” Antonio raised his eyebrows. “It’s finally beating me down. My lease is up next month and it might just be hasta luego New York City if nothing happens by then.”

  “Aw. It must be tough.” With all the good-looking men in this city, how was one single man supposed to get noticed? Antonio did have enough sex appeal to hold just about any crowd’s attention, but that didn’t pay the bills.

  “My roommate is a writer. He just got his MFA in Creative Writing here in the city. He’s just like me working a variety of jobs. What is he supposed to do with that degree?”

  She shrugged. “Get a job in a publishing house?”

  Antonio grinned. “But he wants to write literary fiction.” He picked up a price tag pinned to a blouse. “Two-hundred thirty-five?”

  Janice smiled proudly. “That is an elegant sleeveless shell in silk charmeuse. It features a crew neckline, ruffle trim, and back-zip closure. I only use the highest quality fabrics and everything is an original that I make right here in my shop.”

  “Oh?” He raised his eyebrows as he glanced around the store. His eyes settled on the African section. “Have you ever been there?”

  “To Africa?” She nodded. “Made my first visit last year. I’m enamored with it now, especially Ethiopia.”

  He glanced back at her. “Are you Ethiopian?”

  “I’m not sure where my ancestors are from. My roots are just a mystery lost through time.” She smiled. “I’ve made Ethiopia my special project, though. It’s still one of the poorest countries in the world, with half of the country illiterate. A portion of all the sales from my African clothing line go to a place there called Kololo. They just received their first school and the children need help. Since I never had children of my own, I’ve adopted them from afar.”

  His eyes widened. “That’s a very noble cause. I’m sure anything you can do to help is much appreciated.”

  “I truly care about those children…” Janice’s voice trailed off. She had to stop herself from talking further. She didn’t know him. It certainly wasn’t a good idea to get into her emotional baggage about missing her child timetable to get pregnant. She had always wanted to be a mother and thought it would happen sometime during her life, but it never did. Not during the time she was married, not even the second time she had been in a serious relationship. Maybe she couldn’t even get pregnant. Once she decided to concentrate on her career, becoming pregnant was put on a back burner. It was too late now and she tried not to think about it.

  He grinned. “More people need to care. We might have fewer problems.”

  Janice couldn’t believe what a sweetheart Antonio seemed to be. Everything he said sounded genuine, too. She wanted to show him her photo album from Ethiopia, but thought better. He probably wouldn’t care to see pictures of all the beautiful children. He was just making polite conversation. It was time to move on. She held up a finger. “Let me look in the closet in the back for the gloves. I think that’s where they might be.”

  She hurried to the small back area of the store where her sewing machine and bolts of fabric cluttered the room. There was barely space to move around here—it was filled with shelves, garment racks, mannequins, boxes of thread and zippers, easels with designs sitting on them. No one would imagine that the beautiful items in the front of the store were made in this messy room. Sometimes Janice couldn’t believe it herself.

  The back closet was where she had last seen the gloves. Rummaging through the top shelf, she found them behind a box full of scarves. They were cowhide leather with thermal insulation. Large. Just like the look of his hands. They would fully protect him against the freezer conditions. She walked back to the front of her shop and held them up triumphantly.

  Antonio grinned. “Perfect. Thanks.” He took them from her and tried them on. “They fit.”

  Janice tilted her head, then crossed her arms. “I’ll take my ice cream now, if you please.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “I’ll bring it right back for you. Free of charge, of course.”

  She watched through the front window as Antonio went back outside to the truck with his new gloves. Hopping up the two steps, he disappeared from sight. It only took a few moments before Janice could see him on his way back with something in his hand. Her Fudgsicle. Mission accomplished. The shop phone started ringing.

  “Janice Freeman’s,” she said into it.

  “Hey Janice,” said Marcy.

  Janice’s mouth dropped open. “Marcy, you wouldn’t believe the hunk that I’ve been talking to the last few minutes.”

  “Hunk?” Marcy questioned. “Where from?”

  Janice laughed. “He’s the new ice cream man for East Village. Lucky me!”

  “Wow. The only hunks I’ve seen lately have been in my dreams.”

  “He’s an out-of-work actor, too.” Janice looked up toward the door. “I’m telling you, he’s gorgeous and polite and he’ll be in my shop again any second. I’ll call you back.”

  “Janice,” interrupted Marcy, “I’m living through you right now. You better take advantage of this.”

  “What are you talking about? I don’t know how I could possibly take advantage of this.” Janice bit her lip as she looked up. Take advantage? Of Antonio? He was making his way back inside her shop, six feet of luscious man, and he seemed nice.

  He walked up to her and removed the wrapper off the Fudgsicle. Waving it in front of her face, she could already feel the coldness permeating the air.

  “Gotta go, Marcy.” Janice smiled, as she put down her phone. She felt strong, sure of herself. Her time with Antonio was fleeting. “I know it must be tough for you trying to make ends meet in New York City.”

  Antonio raised his eyebrows, and moved the Fudgsicle right in front of her mouth. “It is, but you’re taking my mind off of it for now.” He focused on her lips.

  Her mouth suddenly felt dry and couldn’t help but lick her lips.

  He smiled as he touched the Fudgsicle to her mouth. She shivered at the coldness of it.

  “Open,” he murmured

  She looked into the deep chestnut eyes and saw playfulness there. He wanted her to start eating it. Why not? Antonio was already a lot more fun on this beautiful spring day than anything else that had happened so far. Hello Antonio. Glad to meet you. Her lips parted as the top of the Fudgsicle was pushed into her mouth. She took her tongue and swirled it around the frozen chocolate.

  Antonio smiled as he watched. “Take a bite.”

  As she bit down, a larger piece than she had hoped for fell into her mouth, causing her to make a face. It was way too cold. She moved the ice cream around and around in her mouth until it melted. Now shivering, she took a hand and pushed his arm away from her face. “Stop,” she whispered, but couldn’t help but smile.

  He wasn’t taking that as a no. His smile grew wider. The Fudgsicle was back at her mouth as he tried to trace her lips with it this time.

  “It’s dripping,” Antonio purred. “You’d better take care of it before a mess is made.”

  Looking down, she saw he was right. Drips could be seen hanging on the bottom just waiting to fall. Sticking her tongue out, she curled it around the rapidly defrosting dessert.

  Antonio’s eyes focused on her mouth. It made her feel uncomfortable and excited all at the same time with his inspection. Why was he doing this? She was so much older than him.

  “You’re bad,” she whispered to him, grinning.

  “More,” dema
nded Antonio, as he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

  Janice couldn’t keep up. The Fudgsicle started dripping down her chin. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” she asked, between licks.

  “Having fun. Why not?” He shrugged, and grinned. “We’re alone. You can trust me. Now put both hands behind your back. I want to see how good of a job you can do with the rest of it.”

  Janice realized that her lips were sticky when she had opened them to speak. A chocolate sticky mess. She froze. Should she do what he asked? She didn’t know him. He was pretty much a stranger—though one that she felt fairly comfortable with. But damn if he wasn’t fun.

  Gazing into the sparkling chestnut eyes of the attractive ice cream man, she admitted it had been great so far. She looked toward the front door. No customers coming in. No customers in her store. She couldn’t even see anyone on the sidewalk. There was nothing going on right now to stop her from continuing this, nothing except her own inhibitions. For a reason Janice couldn’t fathom, she locked her hands together behind her back and opened her mouth.

  Things became intense immediately. She licked the Fudgsicle down one side and up the other. Her mouth opened wider as Antonio let it drip inside. Feeling it run down her neck and probably on to her white cashmere sweater, she no longer cared. Janice just wanted fun. She lived for fun! Her nipples were tingling, her pussy throbbing. His face was close to hers. She could see his beautiful olive skin, his scrumptious mouth as he eased closer to watch her. His lips curled into a smile as she cleaned off the ice cream stick with her tongue.

  Janice hadn’t had this much fun in months, but she wanted more. She suddenly realized that she was so horny she couldn’t stand it any longer. Janice Freeman wanted Antonio Rodriguez’s cock in her mouth. She froze as her eyes traveled upward to his. They were staring intently into hers with a feral intensity she’d only dreamed of seeing.

  “Back room,” she whispered, as she pulled on his white shirt and started leading him to the rear of her small shop.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  As soon as they entered the sewing room, she pushed the door closed except for a crack to see outside. Sinking down to the floor on her knees, she put her hands on the front of his white pants. His cock was pulsing hard against the denim, as she undid the button and fly. He helped her slide his pants down over his butt. As his cock sprang forward, Janice’s hand quickly curled around it. She stroked down the incredible length and back again. Down the shaft to his curly black pubic hair, then up again to the velvety head. Her other hand reached behind to his butt cheeks. It caressed the incredible, firm butt of this smoking hot man.

  Antonio was hard beyond belief. His cock was beautiful, just like him. For her first time in a long time, why shouldn’t it be someone younger than her? He didn’t seem to have a problem that she was older and a few pounds more than one of those skinny models he must have worked with in the past. Janice moved her head down to the rigid flesh and opened her mouth. Seeing his pearl drop of arousal glistening from the slit, she licked across the tip to capture it with her tongue. He groaned in approval. It was obvious he was already enjoying himself.

  He pushed his cock inside her mouth and she started sucking. He sank into her, then quickly withdrew and pushed in again. She let her mouth do the best work it possibly could, which meant a loud, wet sucking noise could be heard in her small sewing room. Suck hard. Make Antonio happy. At this moment, that was all she cared about. Her hands slid into his pants, going to his balls and starting a rough massage. She glanced up. His eyes were watching her every move. The corners were tilted upward along with his mouth. He was satisfied.

  And so was she.

  She opened her mouth and he slid into her again and again. In and out. Back and forth. Sucking him hungrily, she twirled her tongue around his shaft until he moaned. She rubbed the silky head of his cock around her lips, tracing them like he was another hard chocolate delight, like the ice cream she had already eaten. He felt wonderful. Janice wanted to give Antonio as much pleasure as she possibly could and damn if his cock didn’t feel good on her lips and inside her mouth.

  Moving her head down to his balls, she pulled one into her mouth and sucked gently. Then she went to the other one.

  “I’m coming,” he breathed out.

  Putting her mouth back over his cock, she rhythmically sucked. It didn’t take long. She felt the heat of his semen in the back of her throat as he spurted time and time again. Holding his cock tightly, she didn’t let go until he was empty. She puckered her lips and made a loud, smacking noise as she kissed the head of his cock goodbye. It had been fantastic.

  Antonio helped her to her feet, then pulled up his pants and zipped them.

  It took Janice a moment to get her balance. She knew she must be a mess. But he didn’t seem to care about any of that.

  Antonio leaned forward and lapped a warm, large tongue fully across her mouth once, then planted a quick kiss on her sticky, chocolate lips. “Thank you, Janice. You’re as beautiful as your creations. I wish we could talk longer, but I have a customer and so do you.” He raised his eyebrows, then slid through the partially opened sewing room door and walked out of the shop.

  Janice froze for a moment. A customer? What was a customer? With her pussy clenching from the touch of Antonio’s lips to hers, she could barely think. His mouth needed to be everywhere on her body. How wonderful it would feel to have that tongue lapping between her folds, then move up to her needy clit. As he swirled his tongue around it, she would push her pussy as far into his mouth as it could go. She could almost feel the heat of his mouth on her as it breathed life into her pussy again.

  As she struggled to come to her senses, she was shocked to see a woman close to her own age standing near the African section of her shop. Next to the woman was possibly the woman’s elderly mother staring with widened eyes at the sticky mess of a female barely hiding behind the sewing room door.

  “Good afternoon,” Janice sputtered, trying to sound as professional as possible. “Please take your time looking around. I’ll be right with you.”

  Closing her sewing room door she hurried over to a wall mirror and was shocked at the amount of chocolate ice cream she had on her body. Her mouth gaped open. Lines of sticky brown goo were evident on her face, neck and even a few on her sweater. What a disaster she was. There was even some chocolate that had found its way to her green skirt. She let out a breath. How did she let this sexy stranger come into her store and completely unravel her? Lucky for her she had personal clothes in this room. She whipped off her white sweater and threw it over a chair. Grabbing a tangerine blouse from the small closet, she put it on. A washcloth quickly cleaned off the sticky chocolate from her face and a dusting of powder took off the shine. She grabbed a half empty bottle of water sitting on her sewing machine and rinsed her mouth. Running her fingers through her hair, she was now presentable.

  With a smile on her face, she exited the back room for the front of her shop. Her customer was looking closely at an African top and floor-length skirt set. One of Janice’s personal favorites.

  “Good afternoon,” she said warmly to the women. “The outfit you’re looking at is light blue chiffon with the decoration of royal blue swirls throughout the garment. It is made exclusively from the highest quality African material.”

  “It’s gorgeous,” said the customer. She smiled as she held up the hanger. “What do you think, Mother?”

  The elderly lady turned to Janice and looked her in the eyes. “Does it have an asooke head tie? An African garment like that should have an asooke head tie.”

  Janice nodded. “It does have one.” She moved a few hangers over until she came to a variety of fabric colors. “My head ties are about two yards in length. This royal blue one matches the outfit perfectly. A light blue stole is also available to complement the outfit.”

  “Oh my,” said the customer, eyes dancing. “Beautiful. Can I try them on?”

  “Of course.” Ja
nice smiled. She took the hangers off the rack. “Please follow me over here to my dressing room. There is a three-way mirror outside here if you’d like a better view. You may need an alteration in the length.”

  The woman rolled her eyes. “I usually do.”

  “Alterations are free.”

  The women followed Janice as she placed the outfit on the wall hooks in the dressing area. The elderly woman took a seat outside to wait for her daughter.

  Janice smiled again. “If you need anything, please let me know.” She closed the curtains and left the woman alone.

  As she glanced out of the front window, there stood Antonio at his vending window selling his ice cream. Smiling at the customer as if he hadn’t a care in the world. He was just Mr. Perfect doing his job. From what she could see, his uniform still appeared to be white and clean. Of course he didn’t have any Fudgsicle on him.

  How could that whole scene have possibly happened? It almost seemed surreal to her already. Janice stared at his handsome face from afar. The out-of-work actor who was having his first day as an ice cream man also had a fun few minutes with one of the local fashion designers. She swallowed hard. And to end the visit that had quickly become sexual, he kissed her with those sensuous, full lips. They melted her as quickly as the ice cream he had forced on her.

  Would she have fucked him if things had progressed and they remained alone? She smiled. Of course not! Janice didn’t jump into sex with someone she had just met. She bit her lip. But oral sex was sex. Wasn’t it?

  Having sex with someone as attractive as perfect-bodied Antonio was a pretty exciting prospect for Janice on this wonderful spring day. It had been a long time since she had been with a man. Last summer. She frowned. How sad for her. No wonder she was depressed turning forty. There was just nothing much happening in her life.

  Until today.

  What exactly had gone on between her and Antonio anyway? It seemed like eating the ice cream had been sexual from the beginning. She had licked the ice cream as he had requested. No, as he had demanded. She shivered again. He’d stared as he pulled the Fudgsicle back and forth from her mouth. Was he wishing it was something else she was pulling back and forth from her mouth? Like his cock? Janice put a hand to her mouth, touching her lips. It was hard not to grin because it had happened. His cock sliding in and out of her mouth had been wonderful.