Take a seat.

Before leaving, she grabbed napkins for the both of them. Jeff had spotted another bench and hurried over; already both ice creams were melting. He took a seat as Ashley followed behind. Seeing the milky substance run down his arm, she handed him a napkin, and dropped hers’ in the process. She knelt down to pick it up as her ice cream began its descent down her hands. Instinctively she used her tongue to lap up the delicious vanilla. She started at the back of her hand, running her tongue up to the cone. Next, she rotated it to eagerly licked the melting cream from the base, then made her way up, wrapping her lips around the tip to suck on the vanilla. Ashley looked up at Jeff watching her intently, and the realization dawned on her. Twice she had found herself in front of him, on her knees, with her tits visible – now polishing off a dripping vanilla cone with her tongue, no less. She blushed and broke eye contact, only to lock onto the outline of his cock again.

Jeff too, was captivated. Letting the wind take his napkin, he stared in awe at the way she happily bopped her head up and down, lapping up the sticky white ice cream in her see-through top. It gave him a massive hard-on. This girl sucks, he thought.

So distracting was her display that Jeff had completely forgotten about his ice cream sandwich. It teetered on the edge of oblivion, slowly breaking apart like sinking ship. As Jeff moved his empty hand to adjust his throbbing cock, the motion secured the doom of the sandwich. It fell splattering, sending white sticky cream onto his lap and all over Ashley's face and hair.

The explosion jostled both of them out of their respective trances. Jeff let out a gasp and whipped his head around in a hopeless search for his napkin. Ashley, ever the teacher, reached over to start wiping up the worse of the mess. Jeff's attention was quickly returned to her; he felt her hot, damp tits pressed against his leg as her hands wiped his knee, now the inside of his thigh, and finally his hard cock. The worse had splashed right on top if it. With cream still dripping down her face, she went back and forth along his jeans, sending goose bumps all over Jeff's body. Here he was at a park, with people, cyclists and the occasional car passing by, getting a rub job publicly from a brunette he just met, who face was creamed and tits clearly visible in a wet white tank top. It was wonderful.