they are hot pants

You stand in front of Lawrence as you try on the panties that had been drying on the heater as well. You grimace slightly as the material is still hot against your tenderflesh. Hot and tight. You notice the lacy panties have shrunk some, the back panel halfway to a thong.

You admire your new look in the reflection of the mirrored glass. The short tight dress reminds you of that of an ice skater. Those little minxes were always flashing their panties. That gave you an idea.

You tease Larry again. "What would you think if I went ice skating in this? Think the guys would mind? Hmmm?" you ask, toying with the flustered lad. You don't wait for him to answer, but merely gather your handbag and leave.

You head for the small ice skating rink. It isn't entirely unusual, even though this is South Florida. Visiting relatives this spring in Clearwater, you tried out the one in that mall.

You find the rink. It, too, is decorated for the holidays. Penguins and bears frolic in the faux snow, candy canes abound.It has about half a dozen people on the ice, sliding and spinning around. After getting the skates from the stunned old guy at the little booth, you hit the ice.

Quite a few guys start to find their way to the railing surrounding the rink as you do some simple spins and jumps, showing off the lacy panties just below your little hemline.

Meanwhile, back at the Scoop Shop, Lawrence decides he will join you and show you a thing or two. He had been ridiculed growing up for taking ice and rollerskating lessons, the guys calling him names as they went to football or baseball. But now his expertise on the slick surface should come in handy. First, he must leave work to get there.

Pretty Shannon Collins comes behind the ice cream counter to prepare to start her shift. The strawberry blonde smiles at Larry as she glides by. Larr couldn't help but admire his dream girl as she passed by, her Tommy Girl perfume wafting in the air.

Unlike the guys at the ice cream shop, the girls usually wear little khaki walking shorts with their black polos, no matter what the weather. It can get warm behind the counter, with all the cooling units releasing heat from their condensers. The walking shorts have developed into short shorts lately, and the beguiling Shannon is no exception.

Larry can't help but admire her curvy bare legs as well as her 38DD boobs joggling under the tightly stretched shirtfront. He pulls his gaze to her sweetly freckled face.

"Sha-Shannon, would you mind if I left an hour early?"

"No, sweetie, go ahead!" she smiles, busying herself at the counter. "Got a hot date?" she asks coyly.

"Sssomething like that," he answers, heading for the backroom to change to his streetclothes.