Mark

Mark took one look at the vision of heaven before his eyes and knew he couldn't pass up this opportunity. Grabbing a wad of napkins, he hurried over to her.

"Hey Julie! That looks like quite the mess! Let me help you." The words flowed out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he inwardly began preparing to be slapped.

Julie was shocked. Mark was a kind of creepy guy who lived next door to her, and not one she had been thinking of when she set off on this little escapade. As the words began spilling out of his mouth, she decided she'd let him run with it, then quietly get rid of him before continuing her adventure.

"Oh, thanks, Mark! It's so cold and sticky! I really do appreciate it," she gushed as he set about wiping the ice cream off her navel and out of her cleavage. As the rough napkins roved over her skin, she basked in the fact she was letting someone, even if it was Mark, clean her cleavage and navel in broad daylight, in public, while wearing so little. The thoughts were so exhilarating, so vibrant, she completely missed Mark copping a few feels of her breasts, and even the top of her slit. Nor did she notice as he tugged her shirt back towards her cleavage, intentionally pulling it to where it nearly exposed her nipples again. In fact, she didn't notice he was done until he told her.

"There you go. All cleaned up. Say, what are you doing down here, anyway?" Julie shook herself from her latest reverie, took another lick of her cone, and leaned forward slightly.

"I came down here to meet some friends. I'm supposed to be catching up with them in a few, actually. Hey, thanks for the help, but I have to run!" Julie stood and turned, walking away as Mark looked after her, his eyes fixed on her gently swaying ass.

Mark stood, a bit miffed at her abrupt departure, then shrugged. He could just take it out on her later, when he was her blackmailer again. Besides, he'd gotten a good feel of her amazing, firm breasts, including their rock-hard nipples, and even managed to graze a finger across the top of her slit. Lifting his finger, he sniffed it, smelling her juices on the tip of it. Ah, well, he decided. It didn't look like she was done yet, and, to be fair, not being with her gave him a far better opportunity to grab more photos to keep her **** going. He slipped back into the crowd, melding with it as he followed her.

Julie quickly put some distance between herself and the creeper, setting out into the crowd to lose him. A quick glance around showed he was gone, and she slowed her pace a bit, dumping what was left of the ice cream cone in a bin as she thought back on what had just happened. She had actually let someone else touch her, rub against her breasts and stomach, let them come so close, yet so far, from touching her nipples and slit. She'd let him touch places no one else had touched but her, and the thought excited her even more. As she stood there, brimming with lust and desire, hormones raging through her, she realized she would have to do something else, something more, to keep her raging libido in check. A part of her wished she had let Mark come along, to be a witness to this, but she wanted nothing to do with the creepy little bastard.

So lost was she in those thoughts, she almost didn't notice her nipples popping into view again, once again warmed by the sunlight. As she heard several wolf-whistles come her way from a group of nearby college jocks, she ducked into a nearby alley behind a few vendors, glancing down to make sure she covered herself up again, realizing Mark had managed to clean most of the cum off of her, too. She completely missed the glance those jocks shared between themselves.

Pausing a moment, she came to a decision as to what she was going to do...