Snack Bar

She said she wanted ice cream, so you want to deliver on that. "Let's get you some ice cream." You head toward to snack bar, and Megan grabs your elbow, running her arm through yours. She leans in and kisses your lips briefly.

"Thanks," is all she says.

When you get to the line for the snack bar, Megan stands in front of you and leans back into you. She takes your hands and crosses them over her belly. You both snuggle into each other. As you inch forward, she rubs herself against you and rubs your arms on her tits. You get to the front, and she orders large cone. You order the same, and pay.

You begin walking around the park with her, and she licks the cone slowly and sensuously, showing deft control of her tongue. At one point, she has licked the ice cream very narrow, and she deep throats the top of the cone, while looking deeply into your eyes. She pulls off the cone and giggles, a drip of melted ice cream running down her chin. You wipe the drip off with a napkin.

You finish first, but Megan is close behind. You have made your way back to the bathrooms near the snack bar, and each go to wash the sticky off your hands.

In a few minutes, you come out and she's waiting for you. She puts her arm around your waist, and you do the same. You go back to walking around the lake.

After a couple of minutes, Megan takes your hand off her hip and moves it up to her breast. You squeeze her firm flesh, and she moans.