“B, there’s that pretty young thang again. Is she riding with us again?”
“Yes, George, Connie is riding with us again, so act like you have sense and manners.”
“Okay, already. But she sure is a beautiful African Queen. Just look at those legs.”
“George—”
“Okay, B, damn. I’ll be on my best behavior.”
I arrive at the car first, turn and watch them approach. Bishop gives me a warm and loving smile. Snaggle-toothed George can keep the jacked-up smile he offers. I roll my eyes at him to let him know I ain’t having any of his shit on the way home. Bishop, being the charmer that he is, instantly smoothes the waters between the snaggle-toothed Oompa Loompa and me.
“Connie and George, how about we stop at the ice cream shop just outside the mall? I could go for some frozen yogurt.”
“B, I don’t know. Ice cream doesn’t cost what it used to.”
“Damn, are you that stingy with your money?”
“Hey, pretty thang, don’t mouth off at me. Every penny counts.”
“Well, who can turn down ice cream on a hot Georgia day? I’m game.”
“George, it’s my treat,” Bishop offers.
“Oh, well, why didn’t you say that? Ice cream sounds just fine.”
No, he didn’t. This cheap prick won’t buy his ice cream. Ironically, he probably has a million dollars stashed somewhere, just saving his money while he spends other people’s hard-earned dime.
We pull into the parking lot of the ice cream shop, and George acts like a little kid. He’s the first one out of the car and rushes to be next in line. Bishop opens my car door and we walk together. He opens the entrance door for me and taps my ass when I pass him. He still wants to play games. I get my ice cream to go. We return to the car and drop George off at the Lenox Mall Marta station. We head home.
“Bishop, turn right here.” I point in the direction opposite of where we should go.
“What’s up? Where do you want to go?”
“I need to make a quick stop,” I inform. “Now turn here.”
“Are you taking me to where I think you’re taking me?”
I smile in a naughty fashion and navigate him to a secluded area in Chastain Park. I come here sometimes just to think. It’s serene and beautiful, full of Mother Nature. But I never stay long and don’t get out of my car. There are weirdos in the world, and I’m not trying to be on the evening news. Nonetheless, I do like it here.
“Park right over there,” I instruct.
“Word.”
Bishop pulls into an empty space and parks the car.
“What’s up, Connie? Why’d you want to come here?” He looks around and while he admires the scenery, I unbuckle his pants, whip out his flaccid dick and give him a lesson about the birds and the bees, and what they do with ice cream. Before he can say my name, I cover his dick with some of my double-scoop cookiesn-cream.
“Ohhhh shit! That’s cold!” he bellows. I ignore him and go to work with my deep-throat action I know he loves. I enjoy watching him rise and fall, squirm and churn as I lick and eat away my evening snack. He’s so excited but manages to reach behind my leaning ass and find his way under my skirt. His middle and index fingers penetrate my moist box and we pleasure each other once more. I’m so glad I don’t have on my panties; easy access is best when you’re with your ideal sex partner.
“Connie, I’m about to cum!”
“Give it to me, Bishop.”
He rises and falls, squirms and churns, and grabs the steering wheel. Then just when his dick is about to explode, I cover the tip of his penis with more of my cold ice cream-filled mouth and swallow his cum with my cookies-n-cream. He falls back into his seat.
“Damn, Connie. You make me weak. Whew!”
“Just thought I’d give you something to think about tonight.”