I didn't see Helen for a week then I bumped into her in the town center and she invited me back for a coffee. I had thought of little else but cakes and Helen so I tried to hide my pleasure when she made the invitation. She just needed to go to Iceland the frozen food shop and she would value a hand. As we went around the store my imagination went into overdrive as she considered victoria sponge, gateaux, cheesecake, pavlova, profiteroles, cream, custard, trifle,yoghurt etc. We took the shopping to her car and after loading the shopping I pushed the trolley to the trolley park swinging my hips and sashaying as Helen watched me in the mirror admiring my swinging kneelength skirt met by the tops of my kneehigh boots.I got into the car and she told me to take my boots off. She poured a trifle into each before handing them back for me to put back on.feeling the trifle squelch around feeling the cold wetness penetrate my tights and travel up my legs to the top..She told me to kneel on the car seat facing backwards and although no one was near the car it was a public carpark, She pulled my waistband of my skirt behind me also pulling open the waistband of my tights and knickers, I trembled shivering withe cold as she packed my knickers and tights with the cold frozen profiteroles front and back pressing against my sensitive places, Using some butter she opened my back passage and then slid three of the cold balls inside me. As I murmured she repeated the process in front of me giving a chilled feeling inside like nothing I felt before making me horny. She pulled up my bugling tights pressing the coldness against me. I tentatively sat down feeling the cold mass under me as Helen pulled the seatbelt across me and belted me in. She turned on the car heater on full diverting the hot air to come out the foot well onto my legs.As we drove my body heat and the heat from the heater thawed the profiteroles into a sticky chocolatety creamy mess. Helen stopped the car saying it was a nice day and I should walk though the park and meet her at her house. Before I got out Helen pulled up my tights and massaged the front and back of my skirt the melting sticky mess pressing against me. some of it slipping down and oozing through my tights. I just stood and stared as she drove off and then started to walk very small steps as the trifle squelched in my boots and my bulging tights rubbed together at the thighs as dampness from the thaw seeped down inside my tights.I decided that I must try to walk normally so I would minimise attention even though my tights bulged and sagged and I could feel the mess inside me with every step. If I stood still someone might notice the dripping from the crotch of my tights.I walked on heads down until I reached Helen's front door. She let me in and I sat there on chair in the kitchen as she poured a jug of cream down inside my top covering my breasts soaking my bra before getting a jug of warmed chocolate sauce and repeating the process the warmth pleasant against my skin. A second jug poured into my knickers as the waistband of my skirt and tights pulled open.the warm mixture soaking through my tights and clinging to my skin. I could want no longer as Helen massaged the sauce into my breasts I pulled up my skirt and parted my legs a hand inside my knickers through the mess I located my clit and started to press against it immediately feeling pleasure.I wallowed in my mess rubbing myself faster and harder. My breath became ragged as my eyes met Helen's and the warmth spread through me as my orgasm took overwhelming me leaving my whole existence overcome in the moment.
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