Ice cream sounds good!

Julie took one more look at the ice cream stand, and knew what she was going to do. It was a warm day, and a heaping ice cream cone would melt in no time! Before she bought it, though, she'd need to stop by the nearest restroom. Spotting a line of port-a-johns nearby, she headed towards them as quickly as she could, thoughts of what she would be doing shortly hastening her stride. Both breasts bounced free, though she was surprisingly oblivious to the fact as she practically ran to the line of port-a-johns.

Finding an open one, Julie stepped inside and locked the door. The heat inside was stifling, and she immediately started sweating. Even as the pretense of privacy nearly made her masturbate, she restrained herself, knowing if she waited, the orgasm later would be mind-blowing. Her lust, however, ate at the edges of her concentration, making it hard to focus on the task she was doing.

And what was she doing? She was going to tear a nice 'V' from the collar of her shirt to just between her breasts, enough to let a hint of cleavage show! Then she was going to get that ice cream cone, and let it drip! The thoughts pervading her mind kept teasing her with glimpses of what could happen, different ways she could be exposed, and before she knew what was happening, the shirt was back over her head, and she stood naked inside the port-a-john.

If only people knew she was naked in here! She was so close to the crowds, could hear them shuffling by, shouting over each other, oblivious to the fact a nubile, naked girl stood stood inside a port-a-john mere feet from them! She almost stopped what she was doing to throw the door open, but the ripping of fabric stopped her.

Without realizing it, her hands had been busy making the change to her shirt. She glanced down at the triangle of fabric in her hands, shrugged, and threw it in the john. Dropping the shirt back over her head, she realized she probably should have paid a bit of attention to what she was doing, though there was nothing she could really do about it.

If it had been obvious she hadn't been wearing a bra from three sides before, now it was plain from all directions. The tear she had made was, while surprisingly even, wider and deeper than she had originally intended. The 'V' stretched to the top of her navel, and was broad enough she only had about 4" of material over each breast, barely enough to cover her nipples. She flushed with excitement again, as she looked at her exposed cleavage, then stepped out of the port-a-john.

Mark had been quite confused when she suddenly bolted for the port-a-johns. Was she off to masturbate? After a few moments, he thought she was, and figured he'd go try and listen in, but before he could move, she abruptly came out of the port-a-john. He immediately noticed her exposed cleavage, and grinned again as she headed to the ice cream stand. It all made sense now. It was a time-tried classic, but it was always a good one. He aimed his spy camera as she took a heaping cone and made her way to a nearby bench.

Julie sat at the bench, leaning back a bit with her legs spread, and began to lick slowly at her cone. Minutes passed before she felt the first sticky, icy drop land in her cleavage, followed by several more, coursing between her breasts towards her navel, mixing with what was already there. From where she sat, seemingly intently focused on her cone, she could carefully watch the crowd around her, looking for eyes on her.

As her gaze locked with someone else's, she felt the top scoop slip off and plop into her cleavage. It was cold! Before she could do anything else, though, she realized that person had grabbed a wad of napkins, and was coming her way...