She grinned at him and leaned over to whisper in his ear.She grinned at him and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Later," she said quietly to him, "Right now I want to enjoy this. You are going to go up and order a popcicle. I am going to go to the bathroom with Flora. Wait a minute, then follow us. Bring the popcicle with you." "But..." "No buts. We'll be in the men's room. Don't keep us waiting." Jason could only wonder what Mandy had in mind. She stared at him expectantly. He headed for the counter. "Um, I'd like a popcicle, if you have any," he asked the woman. She looked a little less interested in her customers now, although her helper was still obviously fascinated with Mandy. "What flavor?" "Um." He wondered for a moment whether the flavor mattered. He looked at the boxes in the freezer display. "Orange, I guess." "25 cents." She rang it up, and went back to washing a fountain mixer. He took his popcicle back to their table, leaving it wrapped. Mandy had already got up. Jason watched as she spoke to the boy, then headed through the indicated door with Flora in tow. Jason and the boy watched them appreciatively, Mandy's small and muscular leather-encased ass and legs flexing with muscle, followed by Flora's more ample, tightly- rubbered bottom and hips wiggling and swaying with abandon. |