Everybody likes Ice Cream
In her lunch break, Jenny was sitting in a diner not far from the ARC talking with a former colleague from the last firm she'd worked in.
Andrew was a good looking man with neatly parted black hair, wearing a black buisness suit. Usually she enjoyed his company and his advances,
but today, she thought he was just too neat, looking like something that had hopped out of a fashion catalogue for Yuppies. Their nice conversation had turned to Andrew babbling about some nonsense she just found boring.
And he was staring at her cleavage all too often, something she normally found flattering, but now it just annoyed her.
Jenny sighed. Again she found herself thinking about the irritating but intriguing man she now worked with. With his old crumpled jacket and fading jeans he was certainly not a poster boy for fashion but he was rather handsome.
Drawing a deep breath, and trying to look interested in Andrew's monologue, she let her eyes roam around the diner.
And there he was. Nick Cutter! Jenny blinked. But it really was him.
Nick Cutter, university professor and team leader of the Anomaly project, sauntered in with his assistent Stephen in tow, both engrossed in an animated discussion.
The two academics took a seat across the room not far from Jenny. Stephen noticed her first and pointed her out to Cutter.
Nick looked over. Stephen was right. There sat Jenny, with her big cleavage, smiling and flirting with some dunce.
He greeted her with a curt nod and tried to appear nonchalant. But he couldn't stop gazing at her every few minutes.
'This could be interesting,' Jenny thought.
Slowly, she licked her lips and observed the reaction of the man across from her.
Cutter gulped hard. His eyes slid slowly lower and dwelt on her neck line.
Tranfixed, Nick watched the way her bosum went up and down with every breath.
'Got you!' she grinned, now trying to perk up her breasts even more.
"Yes, it's funny, isn't it?" Andrew said.
Jenny gave him a constrained smile and went back to observing Cutter.
"Do you want something else?"Andrew asked.
Jenny shook her head. 'Just some peace and quiet,' she thought.
Andrew didn't give up. "Some dessert perhaps? They have fabulous ice cream here. Come on, everybody likes ice cream."
At this Jenny had a wicked idea. "A Knickerbocker Glory, please," she ordered.
Andrew was pleased with that choise and decided to have the same.
After they had received their glasses with ice cream and all the toppings, Jenny started to devour hers. First, she removed the cherry on the top. Greedily, she took the spoon with the cherry in her mouth and chewed with pleasure. Next, she snatched some vanilla cream and sucked it in. Every time licking her lips sensually afterwards.
Nick Cutter paid close attention to every move she made. He could barely believe what he was seeing.
As Jenny sucked on a orange slice wholeheartedly his breathing got erratic. Stephen's voice faded away and he focussed on Jenny only.
Jenny now licked some strawberry cream, her tongue sensually caressing the underside of the spoon so as not to waste any of the delicious flavour. She then took another spoonful and let the piece of silverware slide in and out of her mouth with relish.
Nick Cutter was fidgeting in his seat, by then, trying to get comfortable again.
No one around them had witnessed Jenny's openly sensual display. Andrew was still engrossed in his own Knickerbocker Glory and Stephen was talking about a theory he had concerning the Anomalies.
Finally, Jenny finished her dessert, the last bits of whipped cream melting on her lips.
With a final sultry lick she stood up and ambled over to Nick. "I have more ice cream at home," she said challengingly.
Stephen watched, wide-eyed, as his friend sprang up and followed Jenny Lewis out of the diner, a big grin on his face.
Back at the table, Andrew sat still, staring morosely into his empty ice cream glass.
It seems indeed, everybody likes ice cream.