Free Ice Cream Man by Melody Lane

to help him.
    The designer in her was starting to take control. Putting a finger to her lips, she thought about what kind of fabric she had in stock in the back of her sewing room that would make a nice shirt. It wouldn’t be out of the question that she might have one hundred or so bolts of fabric at any given time. Should she use cotton, a poplin perhaps? No. Maybe a linen. But he would be riding in a cab and she didn’t want it to wrinkle. Certainly not polyester, she made a face. Definitely the poorest material for what Antonio needed it for.
    Suddenly it came to her — silk. This was the perfect time of year for silk. Not hot, not cold. He didn’t seem to perspire a lot, even in the throes of passion. She grinned, just thinking about that one.
    Clearing her throat, she got back to business. Silk had the little bit of sheen to make it special. But did she have any silk downstairs? Or enough silk to make him a shirt? She thought for a minute. Didn’t she have something in an aqua that she had planned on making a dress from? Wasn’t she going to use it for the sheath dress she hadn’t started yet? Or maybe for the puffy-sleeved dress she had recently sketched. She frowned. It was hell turning forty! Then it suddenly came to her. A bolt of an aqua silk had been bought last year. She had planned on using it for the sheath dress, but not anymore.
    Antonio Rodriguez would be getting a Janice Freeman original.
    She peeked into the bathroom as Antonio washed himself in the shower. The clear shower curtain gave way to his naked body. His wet, soapy fingers traveled down his chest and over his magnificent cock and balls where they lingered for a moment washing them. Janice found herself mesmerized. She wanted her hands to be the ones to do that to him. Rub him, caress him, time and time again first for a wash, and later to give him pleasure. It would happen again, but not now. After all, there could be nothing in this world better than a clean Antonio cock. She grinned. Absolutely nothing.
    He turned around so that the water poured over his handsome face, then down his back to his butt. The beautiful black curls on his head were plastered flat against him. He pushed the hair out of his eyes and over his ears. She let out a breath, feeling her pussy become wet for him again. Think of something else, Janice. And quick.
    She cleared her throat as she got into the proper state of mind. With Antonio’s olive-toned skin, he would look fabulous in aqua, absolutely fabulous. Then the next thought. Antonio Rodriguez had quickly become someone she would do anything for because she was in love with him. She let out a breath and shook her head. There. She said it. She had fallen in love with Antonio that hard and that quickly.
    She threw on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. She glanced in the mirror and her mouth gaped open. She looked horrible. Her black hair lay in ruin from her hairstyle earlier in the day. Mascara had smeared underneath her eyes during sex play. Smears of sticky red Popsicle were on her arms, neck and chin. Antonio was viewing her when she wasn’t at her best. Not how she’d like this wonderful new lover to see her, but nothing she could do about it now.
    It was all about his audition and what she could do to help him.
    As he dried off from the shower, Janice put the fresh sheets on her bed. She didn’t want him to know she was going to make a shirt tonight. It would be her surprise. But she needed a couple of quick measurements to do a better job.
    He came out of the bathroom drying his hair with the towel, then threw it over his back. Janice tried to avoid looking at the naked body that was she already feeling the desperate need for, instead grabbing one of the many tape measures she kept around her apartment and hiding it behind her back.
    Walking over to the couch, he picked up his pajama bottoms. Janice took a deep breath as she closed in behind him. As he bent down to put his legs into the pajama bottoms,