This little short adventure happened in the prime of my youth, during my university years. As a student, I was not too well off, but I managed pretty good, as I had little need for sleep back then, and balanced my days between classes and student jobs. One such job was selling ice cream from one of those "ice cream bikes" that had a stripy umbrella on top. It wasn't as bad as it sounds, didn't pay much, but nobody was breathing down my neck, I was outside, and could even have an scoop or two every once in a while. The bike itself was fine, too, it belonged to a respectable Italian restaurant. They big thing was their home- and hand-made desserts and ice cream, so when it was nice and sunny, they had about 2-3 of these bikes cruising town. I loved my route. I had to go along a nice riverside, up the main square of town, go around some schools and 5-storey flats. And so on. After the first few weeks every season there were some people who routinely stopped to buy a scoop. I never was much of a chatty person, but somehow selling ice cream melted my usual bubble and it felt right. The flats I mentioned above were high-end and new-built, near the riverside overlooking some lovely green area. It was clearly for people with money. One of my main stops was right there, there were always kids playing outside, with parents being roped into buying some icy goodness.

Among a few different people, one of my regulars was this snooty mom of two. She hated waiting in line, and hated every minute she had to interact with some scummy student selling ice cream from a bike. Needless to say, I was not a fan of her tone, either. It had the classic 'I am so much better than you' vibe all over it. She looked gorgeous, but my god, she was fully aware of that. She was very tall, it felt like she was much taller than me, but I often saw her wearing some sort of platform heeled sandals, and I thought that must be why. Her legs were long and toned, with the sandal straps running high up on them. She was usually wearing bright dresses or ones with floral patterns. And always wearing sunglasses. It bothered me to some extent that I could never see her eyes. She had wonderful long, wavy blonde hair reaching down to her waist, with the roots showing some brunette parts. She was wonderfully tanned, and I often caught myself wondering if she had a tan on on every inch of her body, or if her large breasts were maybe bright and pale. I could not decide if her boobs were natural or implants, they seemed extra round for what I was used to. I wa-lad in my early twenties, and she was this 40-ish MILF at the time, and I may have hated her attitude, but I sure felt my pants tighten at times around her. She barely said hi, never said bye when she left, took ages to pick a flavour - and I didn't have that many - and felt like she felt embarrassment when handing over the cash for the 6 scoops she bought for herself and her two small kids. The kids were polite enough, unlike their mother. After a couple of encounters, I stopped trying to be nice to her, my sense of "righteousness" demanded it. For a week our two, they disappeared, not that I complained. And one they, there they were again.

"Oh. hey." - I greeted her with a bored voice. There was a stark contrast between the friendly and bubbly "Hi there, little dudes!" I greeted her kids with and that bored "hey". She noticed it too, as she scoffed to herself. Kids quickly pointed out their chosen flavours - strawberry and lemon for the boy, and chocolate and cherry for the girl. Mum asked for stracciatella and cherry. I was pleasantly surprised by how quick she was this time. She put the coins on top of the freezer box, even thought I moved my hand so she could put them in my palm. Of course not. Not her. I was about to ask for the next customer when she turned back towards me, and spoke up. Her kids were already playing around the playground area of the green patch.
"Excuse me, this is not what I asked for." I just gave her a wide-eyed look, not knowing what she meant.
After scoffing again, she went on:
"I asked for vanilla?" - with a tone that you'd use for a question.
"Did you?"
"Yah."
There were others waiting, so I just wanted her to leave.
"I understand, madam. I may have misheard". And with that I prepared the same two-scoop setup, but with vanilla and cherry this time. Vanilla, right. Like a woman like you would take anything so plain as vanilla - I thought to myself.
"That's better." - I hated how she said that. Like she made me lie down and put her platform-heeled sandals on my head.
And she turned around victoriously, starting her catwalk towards her children with both ice cream cones in her hands. Ah, no way, lady.
"Excuse me!" - I imitated her. She turned around very aggressively. And as she did, the brisk pace made her big round boobs jiggle in her dress. I couldn't help but look for a split second.
"Yeah, I will take the one with the stracciatella then, as it is not what you wanted." She looked offended, and walked back to me, and handed the ice cream cone back to me. I gave it a huge lick, scooping a big chunk of stracciatella ice cream into my mouth with it.
"Cheers." She turned around and walked away. I went on and served the rest of the people. The guy next in line even made a funny face as she went past him. I laughed in agreement.

This happened on a Monday, next time I was doing a shift, it was Thursday. No sign of her. Oh well, will survive this summer without her charming attitude. I served about 8 people, and it seemed like I can take off soon. And as I was about to jump in the saddle of the bike I saw her walking my way, in her usual angry pace. Do I pretend I didn't see her and make a "run" for it? Nah, she'd probably smile. Can't have that, so I waited for her to get there.

"Hey."
"Hi. Do you have a manager?" - she was straight to the point.
"A what?" - I asked her, granted, in a pretty rude fashion.
"A superior or whatever you guys have. I wish to speak to someone you report to."
My boss would have probably just laughed, he was a great guy, not exactly a 'manager' type she was after.
"I don't report to anyone, madam. Could get a phone number for you next time I am doing my shift."
"Yes. Please do." With that, she turned around so I also started riding my bike along the riverside. Not for long, in about 5 second I had to stop, as someone shouted "HEY!" from behind me. I stopped just before the path was going under the bridge. It was Madam Attitude again, powerwalking in my direction again. Oh, what is it this time.
She was still a couple of metres away, but she already started letting it out.
"You are just fucking rude you know." - pointing at me. It was somewhat charming that she was angry but she tried to suppress her voice so it's not loud.
"I'm sorry?"
"I bet you are! No. No you are not." I gave up. What?
"Look ma'm. I wasn't trying to get on your nerves, ok? Just doing my rounds. But you have to agree you are not exactly the kindest customer."
"I am not a customer!" - I had no reply to this, I am sure she just barked to say something, because we both looked confused.
"Of course I am nice. But I don't have to be nice to you!".
"True. But it would be...you know. Nice." I got off the bike, as I thought this would take a bit longer. I was right. She stepped closer to me, so she could also be in the shade the bridge above us cast, instead of squinting in the sun. As she did, she accidentally stepped on my shoe with her sandals. She looked like she was about to scream my head off or slap my face, but when she noticed she stepped on me, she jumped and instinctively touched my left arm, saying "sorry."
"Yeah, that's ok, really." And as she jumped, I saw her huge boobs jiggle with the motion. I took longer than should have, I couldn't help it, as she was not wearing a bra underneath her salmon-coloured summer dress. As we were in the shade, under the bridge, there was some light breeze, so her nipples started signalling that it is a bit cooler now than in the sunlight. She caught me trying to peep, and her whole posture changed. I am sure I wasn't the first pervy guy gawking at her. She looked down at my pants. I had no time to hide, no time to reposition anything, right on cue, there was some movement in there, her looking just made it worse. It happened in an instant. While looking around in case anyone was coming she put her hand on my chest and pushed me against the bricks of the bridge.
"How old are you?" - as she sank one finger in my chest slightly.

"22 Tomorrow." - It was actually true. It sounded very silly, but true nonetheless. She slammed her face against mine, game me an aggressive french kiss while holding my chin. I reciprocated, our tongues were wrestling, I could taste that she was smoking a cigarette a while ago, and that she probably had a mint or something after that. I closed my eyes and gave it my all, I never had such a forceful kiss before - or since. I wasn't sure if this was her thing, or she just gives into her previous frustration, but I sure didn't have enough time to think, I felt her cold hand reach into my jeans sliding down, touching my dick as much she could like this. I jumped a little, as it took me by surprise. She took her hand away, took a few steps back to look around again, and jumped back in front of me. This was the time I realised she was much much taller than me, with or without sandals. I found that extra hot, there and then. She undid my belt and buttons on my jeans and pulled them down all the way around my ankles. I leaned back against the bricks and put one hand on her face as she was squatting in front of me.

"You can't put that in mouth, darling." - Not going to lie, I was surprised, but I went with it. She continued.
"Forget that." - With that, she stood up and reached under her dress to roll her knickers down her legs. It was barely any fabric, a white, delicate thong. She approached me with another powerful kiss, my jaw almost flew off. She used her index finger to draw circles on the tip of my bulging cock, playing with the precum that was bubbling by now. While we were kissing, she started to moan slightly. I felt this was my queue to do something else, so I stopped kissing and was about to kneel down in front of her to give her a good lick, but she stopped me.
"Lie down instead." - This is how I learned that women who were older than my peers at the time will actually tell you what and how they want. It was invigorating. She climbed on top of me in a way that her large breasts touched my entire body as she made her way upwards. And when she was in position, she reached back and started rubbing my erect cock agains her wonderful pussy lips and clit. I got my answer then and there - She had a tan on every inch of her body. She had a small strip of pubes trimmed on her, a "landing strip" as it's called, I believe. From the first slight touch, I could feel that she was dripping wet. I did not just lie there like a log, my face was so close to her breasts that I started fondling them, and squeezing them gently. She did not stop me, but pushed herself closer to my face. I used my hands to free at least one, the darn dress did not leave space for more, so I got one out, while the other I played with still being covered. It was such a wonderful sight, it almost made me cum like this. Her breasts were wonderful caramel colour because of the tan, with the areolas not even visible, with hard-as-rock nipples. The very moment I clamped on her freed boob, and nibbled a bit on the nipple, she mushed my dick against her clit as she buried her face as much as she could, panting and moaning. As she was trying to keep as quiet as possible, she decided to cram my cock straight in her soaking wet pussy. She was the least gentle woman I ever been with, but this little stunt made sure her orgasm did not stop, but kept going as she pushed herself down on me as deep as she could, I felt like I am up her wonderful fanny up to my balls. When her orgasm was over, she started riding me. Fast, smaller thrusts, like were trying to be careful. I started playing with the pace, grabbing her waist and doing deeper, slower thrusts as well, she seemed to be taken aback by this and let out louder moans unexpectedly. But that god-awful pair of sunglasses were still on her. I was deep in her pussy, she already came, and I still hadn't see her eyes.

i reached towards her face and she whispered between two moans, asking what I was doing. I took her sunglasses off. I swear it almost meant more than tearing off her dress. She had very light, almost chilling eyes, somewhere between grey and icy blue. I let out a "Yes, that's it", I was so pleased with myself, still thrusting away from the bottom. This is when she quickly jumped off of my dick, and leaned back to look around.
"I thought someone was there."
"I heard nothing." - I replied. But truth be told, even if there was, I wouldn't have heard them, my senses were preoccupied.
She lied down next to me, and asked me to keep fucking her, quickly. She seemed to be conscious of where we were, but at the same time wanted to go all the way. I lowered myself in between her long, heavenly legs and we started fucking missionary style. Every thrust let out a loud sloshing sound, it was a good thing we had a river right next to us.
"Come on, fuck me... Fuck me." - she kept urging me. I really wanted to have another play with her boobs while fucking like this, but she was way too tall for me to be able to reach. I was holding her legs with both hands, sometimes putting both on one of my shoulders, while I kissed and licked them. This was when she had to hold her mouth a bit, she enjoyed me looking after her legs.
"Come on... fuck me as hard as you can." I did just that. With one hand she started grabbing her boobs, while the other was frantically rubbing her clit while I was fucking her hard. She bit down on her lips as she was starting to build up another orgasm, so I quickly took over and was rubbing her clit for her, so she could focus on enjoying it. She was twitching while stretching her legs, and this pushed me over the edge, so I started pulling my cock out to cum on her, but before the head was out of her pussy, she used her legs to clamp around my hips and pushed me back in.
"I want it! I want it! I want to take your load home"- she claimed while she held my groin hostage. I had a long and powerful orgasm myself, and shot my load deep inside her. She was not faffing around, when she sensed that I was done, she started pulling herself off of me, while gently squeezing my dick with three fingers, making sure every last drop ends up inside her.

She got up and got her thong back up, while I got my pants back.
"Will it be ok?" - I asked, referring to all my cum inside her.
"Yes. Will you be free on Saturday? I want pictures. Are you ok to do the same and take some pictures for me?"
"Pictures?" - I asked, adjusting my belt, facing away from her.
"I want to surprise my husband." This sounded so bizarre to me.
"Your husband will be ok with this?"
"He loves it. Saturday then?" I thought to myself, someone will jump out from behind a tree and will inform me that this was some kind of prank, it was so odd and unheard of.
"Ok. Same place?" - I asked being unsure.
"No. I'll take you somewhere, let's meet in the car park in the front at 20:00pm. That works for you?"
"My camera is pretty shit, though."
"Mine's great, don't worry. I'll see you then." - she informed me firmly, while walking away. She looked back a couple of times, and I even waved once like some silly child. I think that tickled her. When she disappeared, I sat back on my bike, and that's when I saw a group of people walking towards me along the path, people with canoes and paddles on their way to have some fun. Well, it's a good thing we rushed...

I did show up on Saturday that week. If anyone wants to read what happened, I will publish that, too.