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Ice

By: Enzian



In August, a wind blows in Louisiana, cooling nothing, a slow, stifling current of air, laden with water. Of old, the beds were built high, the mattresses at the height of the window sill, hoping to catch some cool breeze. You can see such beds at Shadows-on-the-Teche, the best-preserved of all the plantation houses, in New Iberia. In that lovely house, I have seen a curious bottle holder made of copper, to hold ice and liquor decanters. Against heat, man can make a fire and warm himself, but against the heat of August in Louisiana, nothing but ice can provide any solace.

I leave work in Baton Rouge around 5 PM. I climb into my black Civic, I burn my hands on the steering wheel, holding it gingerly with two fingers and a thumb, I push in the clutch, start the motor, put the little car into neutral, start the air conditioning, and climb back out of the car, to let it cool down. The Arabs say God created the desert to test the faithful. I have known the desert. At night, the desert will radiate its dry heat away, the stars will come out and the air will chill down enough to warrant a fire. In this place, the night is no relief, only a dark wetness of moving clouds, the cruel promise of rain unfulfilled.

Drive back home, to find the air conditioning out, A is cranky and put-out. Even a shower does not help much, lukewarm water, Christ even the cold water pipes require a run-off to get down to cooler water. I take A out for dinner: it's pointless cooking. At Shadows-on-the-Teche, the kitchens were kept away from the main house. Down Perkins Road, to Louisiana Lagniappe, A has a crabmeat salad, and works moodily on a bottle of merlot, L'Ecole 41 Columbia Valley 2003. There comes a point where misery really does love company, and A began to talk.

"How did people ever live here without air conditioning? What a hell this place must have been."

"C'est vrai. They sure didn't work on a tan. That explains those ladies' parasols. Tans were for the working class" I said, working on an étouffé and yet another Abita beer.

"I swear, I was thinking of going up and hanging out in the grocery store today. That goddamn repairman said he can't get out until tomorrow."

"Mumph." I said. This means I have a mouthful of crawfish étouffé and am trying to say something encouraging without actually dealing with the issue of the AWOL repairman.

"I dread tonight. You'd think being from the Gulf, I could deal with this heat, but my God..."

"Complaining is good for the soul. Robertson Davies says, 'in large doses, self-pity is invariably fatal, but in small doses, can be a very comforting thing.'"

"Ha! Are you saying I'm complaining?"

It is at such intervals where one needs yet another mouthful of étouffé. Alas, it had all been devoured, and I am reduced to that sort of argumentation akin to Michael Jackson's moonwalk, slowly retreating while seeming to move forward. Whereas I had spent the whole day in a cool office, she had been parboiled in our home. It is difficult to blame the sufferer for grumpiness, but I was not feeling especially saintly, and it is a sore trial, dear reader.

We hang out until the restaurant closes, at 9:30, walk out into the soggy night, and drive home, listening to Donald Fagen, Morph the Cat. 

A opens the door, the place is as close and humid as an armpit. I open the windows, A cracks ice and pours herself a generous slug of Crown Royal. She really is a nice girl. I lug an old fan from the back room and prop it in the bedroom window, and put a fresh cotton sheet over the duvet. She leans up against the doorframe, sipping, watching me. Don't tell me women don't know when men are trying to ungrumpify them, it really doesn't solve anything, but it does amuse them.

She turns off the lights, undresses and lies down on the sheet, spread-eagled. She rouses herself to one elbow for another snort of whiskey, lies down and sighs profoundly.

I put another sheet over her, tucking it between her legs, under her arms, and turn the pillow over. She turns over on her side, pulling her hair away from her neck. I undress and put on a cotton t-shirt, naked in the heat is almost worse than being clothed. I brush my fingernails gently over the ridge of her spine, over the sheet, from her waist to her neck.

"That tickles."

I pull a pillow off the bed. "Open your knees." I put the pillow between her thighs.

"Mmmm."

Reach into her glass, fish out a cube of ice, and put it against the back of her neck, at her hairline.

"Oh Jesus, that's nice."

The smell of Crown Royal is perfume of a sort, sweet and sticky. She sits up in the bed, pulls the sheet around her, her pretty breasts reflected off the streetlight I have an idea, and head back to the kitchen.

From the bedroom: "Now what the hell are you doing?"

I return with a glass bowl, full of ice.

"C'mere, stand up. I have a plan."

"God, you are terrible when you're horny, I swear."

A kiss, a piece of ice transferred from mouth to mouth, hands in her hair, thick and straight, a perfect moment. The night could stop here, and I would be content. The ice leaves my mouth, onto her tongue, her sudden fierce hug. Pushing her back, she sits on the bed, I put another ice cube in my mouth, pull at her elbows, she falls back, I spread her legs and kiss her belly, pushing the ice cube across her, lower, between her legs. The smell of her, wet, my nose probes into the inner folds of her, parting her, the slick softness of her, opening to me, I expel the ice into her, pushing it in with my tongue

The heat of her, she calls out and arches, holding my hair, "God, that's cold." Her thighs close, shuddering, around my head, the ice melts onto my tongue. Searching, my lips close around her, sucking her into my mouth, her clitoris like a tiny pearl. Softly, softly, the tip of my tongue finds it, lifts its elegant little hood, and touches her, holding her thighs, feeling her hairs erect, as I take her, sweet creature. Kisses, a hundred tiny kisses, my tongue opens her again, finds the ice and pushes it back inside her body. A quiet passage in D minor moves through my head, one of the Goldberg Variations. The taste of her is in the melting ice. Her back arches, her bottom rises from the bed, my tongue finds her clitoris and pushes down, firmly. Withdrawing my head and hands, only my tongue touches her, putting my hands under her pretty bottom, lifting her, her head whips from side to side, her neck arches.

The iceberg cracks, tons of white ice descend in a tremendous crash. The wave rises, curling across the bay, rocking the boats. She comes, almost angrily, a roar of release.

She lies on her back, her hair wet with sweat. I put a sheet over her, wipe her face, she gasps like a fish out of water. She sits up and finds the whiskey. A gulp, she holds the glass to her forehead.

"Gimme a sip" 

She wordlessly hands me the glass. A mouthful of whiskey burns on its way down. I laugh.

"Whatcha laughing at?"

"Thinking about Bender the Robot, after a slug of booze, belching fire."

"God, the shit you think about."

"C'mere, A." 

I put a pillow on the bench of her makeup bench. Got it for her, an oval mirror in a pair of spindles, over a kidney-shaped curly maple table, with curved drawers, on four legs, probably 1890s 

"Kneel for me" 

A tiny awkward moment, I hold her hand as she kneels naked on the bench. She is perfect, the curve of her back, ending in the cello curve of her bottom, her breasts in silhouette. I kiss her shoulder, she shudders. I find her silk nightshirt, and drape it over her shoulders, I give her the glass of whiskey again, into both her hands, she drinks the last of it, gives it back to me, a quiet question in her eye. I put a pillow on her makeup table. She finds a comfortable posture, her cheek pressed into the pillow.

Ice in the palm of my hand, I touch the tip of her nipples, holding the ice to her breast, standing behind her, the soft head of my cock against her, touching into her fur. Holding her breasts, ice melting into my palms, I gently enter her, bending over her, kissing the back of her neck. The perfect tightness of her, one long slow stroke, right to the hilt, her pussy is still cool from the ice. A hiss of pleasure, she breathes in, taking me into her body, pushing her forward with my pelvis, pushing her face into the pillow, her elbows brace, she is completely full of cock. She involuntarily closes tight onto me, like a fist, she clenches and shudders, her bottom pushes back against me.

The feel of the silk, between my face and her back, a kiss into her hair, the warmth of her buttocks as the nightshirt rides up.

A slow withdrawal, and a firm push, swift, right down into her, definitive, almost a slam. My hand reaches under her, finds her clitoris, covers her, a quiet whisper in her ear, 

"Come for me"

A slow fuck, in the heat, she arches her back up, almost withdrawing from me, then she pushes back, her head lifts, and she cries out, "Just fuck me"

I hold her hips, pushing and pulling her onto me, away from me. In the mirror, I can see her face, unaware, her eyes closed, biting her lip, as her body takes control and shakes her, a crazy shudder, I press down with my index and third fingers, I can fell myself in her. Her bottom shudders. She puts her face into the pillow and screams, her fingers clench and unclench, I hold her nipples, wet from the ice, between my fingers, like a cigarette, 

Reaching around, I hold ice in each palm, and hold her breasts, her nipples in my freezing palms, and I fuck A, a proper fucking, selfish, into her pretty body, her face pushed into the pillow with each stroke.

I reach forward, take her wrists, pull them back, holding her by the forearm, cold hands on her wrist and softly bite her ear,

A sudden breeze blows, moving the curtains, and I cum into her, a burst of red and orange behind my eyelids, holding her to me, for a moment I am fused to her, we are one being, a glowing thing, of great power.

I hold her hand and walk her around a bit, kneeling is hard on the knees, especially after a good sound fucking, she's a bit wobbly, grinning weakly. I pick her up, lay her down on the bed, she curls up, I pull the sheet away, unfurl it with a snap, and let it fall over her. I paddle away to the kitchen, and fish around in the fridge for iced tea, bring back two glasses.

"Brought you some iced tea, if you want some"

She sits up, takes the glass and drinks almost all of it in a rapid set of swallows, holds her hand to her chest and belches delicately.

"Urgh, you're a madman"

"Humph. What was that about 'just fuck me?' hmmm? "

I jump into the bed, and curl up to her, her hand against my arm, absently touching me, she drinks the rest of her tea.

"Christ, it's still hot" she murmurs

"You've gone through a whole tray of ice already, A"

"Well, I'm still hot, dammit"

"I have an idea"

"Oh Lord. You and your ideas. I know where this is going."

"Come oh, you'll love it"

"Surprise me"

"That's the general tenor of it, A"

I receive another of her fierce little kisses.

I bring her the silk nightshirt, she puts it on, lay back down on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. I go to my closet, silently retrieve a silk tie and sit down behind her. 

"Sit up" 

I hold her arm as she sits on the edge of the bed. I reach around her, put the tie gently over her eyes and tie the blindfold in an open bow behind her head.

"Now you look like a birthday present. I'll be right back"

"Don't be long, you bastard"

I went to the freezer, got a pint of chocolate chip ice cream and a spoon.

"Open your mouth"

"Sausage?" She smirks.

"No, you wretched creature, blow jobs are off the menu tonight"

I put the spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, her mouth closed. For a moment, she is perfectly still. I withdraw the spoon, and she gasps in happiness.

"Gimme nother" she says with her mouth still half full of ice cream. I feed her ice cream, then a triangle of Toblerone chocolate, from the back of the freezer, where I'd hidden it from her behind a package of frozen spinach for just such a moment.

I take a turkey feather and stroke her breast. She flinches, sighs, her nipple erects. I take the pillows and lay them behind her, easing her back, her knees at the edge of the bed, her calves dangling over the edge, her eyes covered, her hands moved about, blindly. 

"Relax, hands on the bed" I whisper into her ear.

The turkey feather curves and curls over her, under her breasts, between them, gently flicking against her areolas, against her neck, into the hollow of her throat, under her chin, and against her cheek.

The feather traverses her ribs, making her laugh and squirm, over her tummy, over her fur, onto her thighs. I kiss her belly button. 

The feather finds its way to her inner thighs. She moves, her thighs opened, and she sighs, arching, her pelvis slowly rocking. My mouth closes over her right nipple as the feather first touches the whorl of flesh at her clitoris, her legs spread wider, the feather smoothly travels from one thigh, over her pussy to the other thigh.

"Ssssh, hands down, no touching yourself" I hiss in her ear.

The feather -- o that feather, with just enough resilience to find her, she whimpers, her head turns, her mouth opens Whirling like a bit of down flying from a nest, her mind turns, rising, my mouth against her nipple, my tongue pushing it back into her breast, then flicking it. The feather strokes her inner thighs, slow and mysterious, she arches with each stroke.

I roll her over, lifting her silk nightshirt. She spreads her legs, inviting the feather again. I stroke the back of her thighs, her buttocks and her back over the silk itself, over the hair of her outspread arms, over her fingers. The feather is hypnotic, where it goes is the entire focus of attention. With the feather, I enter into her mind, I become an observer, detached, watching myself, watching her slight movement, listen to her breathing, in the heat.

I put a pillow under her hips: her bottom is in the air. I spread her thighs and touch her pussy with the feather, brushing softly over her. The feather curves over her bottom, into the small of her back, she is completely relaxed, when my curved hand holds her pussy, it seems to come as a shock and relief. My middle and ring finger slowly curve into her, she is parted and she is entered. My left hand holding her down between her shoulder blades, she is softly finger fucked. My right hand backs away, leaving her open and empty. The hand returns with a little sliver of ice, I hold it to her perineum, between her pussy and her ass. The slow ice cream cold spreads, rich, not biting cold. I lead the ice down, across her pussy lips, and into her body, pushing the ice in gently, middle and ring fingers, curling up, the cold sinks into her, into her heart.

Wet cold fingers reach under her, holding her clitoris, gently shaking it. She rises from the pillow onto her elbows, moaning, almost crying, her heart melting. Cold water oozes from her, onto the pillow. Her pussy wants to expel the ice, my fingers prevent it.

In a moment of tenderness, I kiss the small of her back, and try to give her release. My thumb parts her buttocks, my left hand holds a chip of ice to her back door, gently pushing it into her, as my right hand cups her pussy, closing on her clitoris, firmly gripping her. The ice slips into her, her shocked bottom senses it, her mind twists, rises, and the familiar heat of an orgasm spreads from her thighs up into her belly, like a brushfire.

I pull her to her knees, her bottom out, my cock tucked under her, its soft head against her clitoris, her thighs closed together, she feels the cock between her thighs, and the velvet head knocks against her clitoris, in one smooth motion, your pussy is entered. Her head droops, her mind collects itself, focuses and the orgasm seizes her.

I turn her on her side, spoon up behind her. I hold her, shuddering and sweating, sobbing, almost crying. She pushes back against me, pulls off the tie. 

"Gimme the rest of your iced tea" A says.

She gulps down the tea, the ice clinks at the bottom of the glass. She sits, meditatively, pulling back her hair, reaching for a scunci, does her hair up in a ponytail.

"You haven't come yet, have you?"

"Well, that's true."

"You want my ass, don't you? You always do me like this when you want it."

"Yeah, but you know how I get about it, you have to ask, A."

"Consider yourself asked. I need another orgasm. I don't feel like I'm quite done yet. Christ, you get me all worked up and it usually seems to end with your cock up my ass."

"It's like Star Trek, darling: going where man has never gone before."

"That is so lame. Never seems to occur to you that I might actually like it."

"That's part of the schtick, A. Anal is something sorta special, a matter of trust, it's like a gift you give me."

"Yeah. It is a gift. Pleasing you matters to me. Anal is something special I do, just for you. This time, tie me up, be selfish for once, this one is for you."

A is silent for a moment. She picks up the glass, turns it up, the ice slides into her mouth. She crunches ice in the darkness. The moving curtains cast shadows on her. She mutely holds out her crossed arms to me, I wrap the tie around her wrists, tying it off with a bow. She kneels in the bed, her elbows against the headboard. I get another tie, and bind her ankles together. I stand beside the bed, in an odd state of detachment, admiring her body, the tiny hairs on her calves, the curves of her bottom, her breasts, the dark mass of her long straight hair gathered together on her back.

"You're beautiful, A."

"I love you. I'm all yours."

Aroused, delighted, my mind detaches again, I am an observer inside my own body. I lubricate myself, I kneel behind her, I kiss her shoulder. My cock touches her bottom, she moans, pushing back. My right hand reaches over her thigh, to her fur, finding her clitoris. The slick cock parts her cheeks, I press against her, the length of my cock stroking upwards, nuzzling upwards, not entering her, but laterally. My pelvis closes on her, my cock rides up and down the furrow of her ass: the tip crosses her pucker, up and down.

Then holding my cock in my left hand, I hold it against her back door and softly press home. A presses back, we gently rock in tandem, not entering, not yet, feeling her will the cock past the tight pucker. Our motions collide, and the head pops into her, she gasps. I stop completely, as still as a statue, her breath is ragged. Her breathing comes back to a soft inhale and exhale, as she adapts to me. I feel the incredible tightness, almost painful, as she slowly dilates around the neck of my cock. I slowly withdraw and lubricate myself again, then softly re-enter her bottom. She pushes back gingerly, accepting me. Time stops, each second lasts an eternity, and my cock slowly finds its way to the core of her, my pelvis pressing against her cheeks.

A pushes back, then moves her pelvis in a slow motion, pulling and pushing me in and out. The fingers of my right hand play counterpoint to her motion, and I begin to fuck her ass in earnest, in largo tempo.

"You are my gift, A." I whisper in her left ear, and gently bite her earlobe.

A sighs, a low sound emerges from her with every stroke.

"Oh god o god o god fuck my ass."

And I do fuck her ass, holding her hips with both hands. She puts her hands between her legs, and furiously touches herself. Her ass clenches around me, hard enough to trap me, as tight as a fist, as she erupts in a series of sharp cries, as she comes. She pushes back against me, biting her lip. Shattered, she pulls herself away from me, then turns and kisses me, her bound hands over my head.


Ice



I unbind her wrists. She slumps on the bed, curling up, almost in a fetal position. I untie her legs, she stretches out and yawns. I put a towel between her legs. She pulls a pillow under her head. I clean her up, pull her straight in the bed, and unfurl the sheet over her again. She rolls over, gathering the sheet between her knees.

I stagger into the bathroom, turn on the shower. The cold water is at last cool. I stand there naked, in the white noise of the falling water. Drying myself off, combing my hair, walking quietly into the bedroom, A is already asleep. I put on a bathrobe and sip the last of the watery Crown Royal, gazing down at A, her hip rising like the swell of a guitar under the sheet. 

Tomorrow the air conditioning will be repaired. Tomorrow, I will drive to work. Tomorrow I will fill the ice trays. Tomorrow I will buy A some Toblerone of her own and not hide it behind the frozen spinach. Tonight I will sleep, curled up beside A.



Ice



Dawn Summers smoothed the facial lotion over her long, graceful neck, her long brown hair still dripping wet from her shower. As she lifted her chin to smooth the lotion over the smooth flesh of her neck and shoulders, her husband, Jason came in and wrapped his arms around her from behind, nuzzling her ear with his lips. "You smell good enough to eat." He murmured. Dawn smiled leaning her naked body back against him, hands pausing in their nightly ritual. Jason ran his hands around her body, cupping her breasts as he kissed a little trail down her neck. Dawn sighed in contentment as his kisses caught the side of her jaw and she could feel his erection through his jeans against her back. "Give me a few minutes." She told him smiling. 

"I'm almost through it here." Jason released her hesitantly and ran his hands through her wet hair. "Don't take too long." He said vanishing into the bedroom. Dawn turned back to the mirror and finished rubbing in the lotion, pausing to admire her body. At thirty-four, she still had the body of a twenty-year-old and was rather proud of it. Her summer tan had not yet faded in the early autumn months and as she turned to the side she frowned at the tiny stretch marks, long faded that lined her flat tummy. She smoothed her hands over her breasts and down her stomach, gazing at her reflection. At 5'2" she had always had to struggle to maintain a slender figure, especially as she got older, but while she found some fault in her features, no one else did. Her body was lean and well toned from her morning run, especially her fabulous legs. Her breasts were pert and firm and a rather nice 36 C.

She had a smooth, copper complexion from so much time spent on the California beaches all summer. Grabbing a small box of floral-scented powder she sprinkled it liberally across her damp body and rubbed it in everywhere her hands could reach. Dragging a brush through her luxurious brown mane she searched in vain for gray hairs and then dabbed a little perfume behind her ears. Slipping into a blue, satin nightgown she walked into the bedroom and chuckled when she saw Jason. He was stretched out naked on their bed, slowly stroking his huge erection. After eight years of marriage their sex life was still far from boring. 

Jason was a fine looking man. Nearly a foot taller than his wife they had fun acting out fantasies of control. He had strong, handsome features, unruly blonde curls and serious gray eyes that never failed to stir her. Feigning startled terror, Dawn pressed her hands to her face and took a step backward. "Who are you?" She asked. "How did you get into my house?" 

Jason grinned, rising to the bait and then put on a menacing face, standing and coming around to her, his cock curling wickedly against his belly as he grabbed her wrists. "I've been watching you for weeks you little cunt." He hissed yanking her close so she could feel his hard-on through her satin nightgown. "And now you're going to get it good." Dawn struggled against him murmuring in a sensuous purr, "Oh please, please don't hurt me. I'll do anything." Jason wrenched the nightgown from her body and his serious gray eyes roamed appreciatively over her body. "Damn right you are." He said pushing her to her knees and rubbing his cock against her mouth. "Suck it you dirty little bitch." He hissed. Dawn lowered her eyes and slowly took his cock into her mouth. Jason instantly groaned. Dawn was amazing at giving head. Every time she took him in her warm, beautiful mouth, Jason had to fight for control. His breath came shallow, panting as he gripped her shoulders, fucking her face as her tongue and teeth drove him crazy with desire, making him ache for release. 

"Dawn," He gasped breaking character. Dawn growled as he tried to pull away and grasped his hips yanking him deep into her throat and sucked hard, her tongue dancing over the length of his cock, sweeping up the underside with practiced ease and she felt him tense and groan, tasting his cum as he sprayed her throat gasping out her name in a tortured moan. Dawn felt dizzy with satisfaction as she allowed his cum to dribble from her lips, spilling over her chin and dripping all over her chest. She prided herself on being able to bring any man to orgasm in minutes with her mouth, and she knew Jason loved seeing his cum on her. She cleaned his cock with her tongue, languidly rolling her nipples between her fingers, using his cum as her lubricant. Jason panted leaning over her, and dropped to his knees, unable to stand. 

"God," He said pulling her into his arms. "You're so good at that. I wanted to please you this time." He said kissing her gently. Dawn smiled, holding him close. 

"It's all right." She told him. "I like doing that." Dawn seldom allowed Jason to bring her to orgasm. She somehow got far more enjoyment out of seeing him get all the pleasure. Most of the time they rarely even had intercourse. Dawn liked it that way. After eight years of marriage she was still as tight as virgin because of how little she let him fuck her. After giving birth to their son she wasn't sure she would ever recover but she had, proving how amazing the female body really is. 

After Jason was in bed, Dawn retreated to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. Wearing her nightgown again she walked past her sleeping husband, out into the living room and booted up the computer. If her timing was correct, Ripper would be online now and she rarely missed out on one of their 'chat sessions'. 

Dawn and Ripper had met online nearly four years ago, when she was six months pregnant. At first their chat had been fairly mundane, but slowly they had delved into the world of cyber sex, and the satisfaction Dawn got out of their steamy, graphic online sex was more fulfilling than any real sex she had ever had. The irony of their relationship was that they lived right across town from one another but had never once talked about meeting. They didn't even know each other's real names. To Ripper, Dawn was known only as Ice. Their online affair was the only thing sometimes that kept Dawn sexually sated. Somehow, Ripper knew how to bring her to earth shattering orgasm with no more than words. Of course, Dawn would have agreed to meet Ripper, even if had mentioned it. She was in love with Jason, and belonged to him alone. Her private moments spent on the computer with Ripper were as far into adultery as she would ever go, and that was enough for her. They didn't even know what each other looked like, but it didn't seem to matter to either of them. Sure enough, when she logged on, there he was, waiting for her. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Jason was still asleep. She could just make out his form on the bed through the open door and smiled turning back to the computer. Within moments, she was growing aroused, just by general greeting.

Are you naked? Dawn smiled shrugging out of her nightgown. I am now. I just had my shower. She typed before walking over and shutting the bedroom door with a soft click. When she returned to the computer, her breathing quickened, just at the sight of his words. She could feel her body responding to him like a finely tuned instrument as she read what he had written. I'm here with you in your house, and I'm watching you. I'm hiding in the closet, staring at your naked body. Dawn shivered in sexual excitement as her eyes darted involuntarily toward the coat closet near the front door. She pulled out the chair and sat down, responding to him. I don't know you're there as I surf the web, my hands trailing lazily over my nipples. They continued that way for nearly two hours, and by the time they were finished Dawn lay sweating and exhausted across the chair, fingers pressed against her swollen clit, recovering from her fourth orgasm of the night. Signing off she walked on unsteady legs back to the bedroom and crawled beneath the sheets to lie beside her husband. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Sam Waverly eased out of his office chair, feeling electrified. His cum was splattered across the front of his desk from his orgasm and yet he still felt horny. His online affair with Ice grew hotter by the day, and after four years of 'fucking' her, he was desperate to touch her, taste her, and sink his cock into her liquid heat. At this point it didn't matter if she looked like a mutated kangaroo/whale crossbreed. He wanted her. After cleaning up the mess he sat back down in the chair and used his impressive computer skills to break into her files. His palms sweat as he read her name for the first time. Dawn Summers…what a beautiful name. He caressed the screen with sweaty fingers, gazing at her address. A twenty-minute drive and he would be there, at her house. His mouth felt dry. Standing, already sporting an aching erection, he crossed the hall to his bathroom and took a long, hot shower. When he was done he dressed carefully in black jeans and a baggy black sweater. The clothes went well with his coal black hair and inky eyes. He was a handsome man, well established, professional, wealthy…the only thing lacking in Sam's life was a woman he really cared about, and Ice was that woman. He was certain of it. 

Jason Summers slid out from under the sheets after planting a gentle kiss against Dawn's temple. It wasn't even light out yet but he had to be at work in two hours. He showered and dressed as quietly as possible, running a comb through his collar-length blonde curls. Smiling at her sleeping form under the sheets he tugged the blankets up around her shoulders and slipped out of the bedroom. In the kitchen he made a pot of coffee and peeled an orange for himself after buttering some toast. He stared out the back windows as he ate and frowned, peering closer as he thought he saw movement. He studied their woodsy backyard with a critical eye for a solid minute or two. Nah, no one was there. Shrugging he pulled on his jacket and slipped out the front door, locking it behind him. 

Sam watched through the trees in the backyard. He watched the handsome blonde man sipping coffee at the back window and stood perfectly still. He hadn't known Dawn lived with a man. It made perfect sense of course, but it still made him jealous. He watched the man move away from the windows and sprinted up the side of the house. He watched as Jason's car drove away and tried all the doors. Locked. He could knock, but he wanted to surprise Dawn. Finally, he found an unlocked window in the basement and slipped through easily. He found himself in a large den with floor to ceiling bookshelves and a full bar. He smirked as he glanced around and slipped cautiously up the stairs. He came out in the living room and froze in his tracks. A very small boy, no more than three or four years old was watching cartoons, eating dry cereal out of a Ziploc bag. Sam inched passed him, holding his breath and escaped down the hall. He gently eased open the only door on the left. It was a little boy's room. Sniffing he moved to the door on the right and smiled at the sight of Dawn curled up under the covers. He couldn't see much in the dim morning light, just the impression of her body against the sheets and a spill of dark hair. He knew instinctively that it was Ice. Easing inside; he shut the door behind him and stripped to the nude. His huge erection was already throbbing almost painfully just by being in the same room with her. He inched toward the bed feeling a growing sense of need. She had been fueling his hunger for four long years, and he needed her…now.

Dawn slept deeply, dreaming of far away things when awareness began to creep into her. She could feel lips on her shoulder, moving down her arm and smiled absently. Jason didn't usually wake her before leaving for work. Not quite ready to wake up she turned toward him to cuddle in his arms. Surprised to feel his hot, throbbing cock pressed up tight against her belly, she reached down a hand without opening her eyes and began to stroke him. His breath caught and he moaned, straining against her. Disappearing under the blankets, Dawn found his cock with her mouth and began working her magic. He shuddered violently, groaning and tangling his fingers in her long, gorgeous hair. Dawn showed no mercy. She suckled gently on the head, and then flicked her tongue around the tip, taking him then deep into her throat and sucking hard. She spared nothing, teasing him with petal soft lips and her devilish tongue and nipping teeth. She felt full of satisfaction as he bucked against her face, gasping. He must have been very aroused because his dick felt much larger than normal. Her fingers found his scrotum, tugging lightly, squeezing gently, and rolling them in her soft, small hands. She had to work harder to take him completely into her throat, tongue wrapping around his shaft, tasting every vein with the tip of her hot, wet tongue. In moments she felt him shudder, pull her head tight against his cock and shoot his load down her throat. She tenderly cleaned him with her soft tongue, like always, surprised to find him still rock hard. "Somebody is in a interesting mood." She teased under the darkness of the blankets.

Sam was still gasping for breath, his vision blurry and unfocused. Never in his life had he felt so much pleasure. He was still as hard as ever, throbbing with the need to be in her. At the sound of her buttery rich voice, still grainy with sleep, Sam closed his eyes and caressed her silky hair. She was everything he thought she would be, and more. 

Under the blankets, Dawn shimmied out of her nightgown and used her feet to push it aside. Pressing the length of her naked body against him, she eased up to emerge from the sheets, hands tracing his body. As she surfaced, the morning light was still very dim. She squinted, trying to figure out what was bothering her. Jason looked strange, his hair looked so dark. She moved closer to see him and then skittered backward in terror. A stranger was in her bed, a stranger that she had just given a blowjob. She was about to scream bloody murder when he grabbed her, clamping a hand over her mouth and rolling her roughly onto her belly. She held perfectly still as his free hand roamed over her back lovingly. "Don't worry darling," He whispered as his hand came to her perfect ass. "It's me…Ripper." Dawn gasped beneath his hand as her world tilted. She was suddenly very confused, lost between her computer world and her real world. Then Sam sunk a finger into her ass and she shrieked through his hand, hips rearing up off the bed in protest, which only drove his finger deeper into her. 

Startled at her sudden movement, Sam pulled his considerable weight on top of her, pinning her town and continued to finger her ass. He leaned down whispering into her ear. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long." His voice was filled with obsessive longing and he felt her suddenly tremor beneath him. When he realized she was crying he felt a wave of panic overwhelm him. He didn't want to hurt her, or scare her. He just wanted to make love to her. He removed his fingers from her ass and leaned down, kissing his way up her spine to her ear. "It's okay Ice, I'm not going to hurt you." 

Dawn was filled with conflicting emotions. Realizing she was in the same room as Ripper had her instantly sopping wet and her body was begging for release, but she was also terrified and filled with dread and uncertainty. When Sam removed his hand from her mouth and his body from hers, she rolled to face him, taking in his incredibly handsome face and beautiful body with a swallow. "Ripper…how did you find me?" She asked, pulling her sheet against her. Sam smiled, his cock still throbbing unbearably. "That's not important, and you can call me Sam, Dawn." He reached for her, ignoring how she stiffened under his touch. "Rip-Sam, I'm married." She said trying to pull away from him. "I know." He said. "It doesn't matter." Suddenly panicking, Dawn tried to leap away from him but Sam grabbed her arms pinning them at her side. "Dawn, how many times have we played this game online? I know you want me." He pressed his hard cock against her thigh and Dawn struggled beneath him. "No!" She said. "Sam that was just a game on the computer, I'm married in real life!" Sam's gaze hardened. "It might have been a game to you, to me it was foreplay, all leading up to this moment. I want to taste you." He dragged her hands down to her belly and sank down her body, nuzzling her neatly trimmed bush with his nose, inhaling the scent of her. "Did you know you give the most remarkable blowjob? I've never cum so quickly in my life." Dawn wanted to scream with all her might, but she didn't want her son to run in and see this. "Stop!" She ordered, tears gathering in her eyes. Sam used his body to wedge her legs apart and lowered his mouth to her cunt, tasting her for the first time. The taste of her threatened to be the end of him and he stilled, moaning against her cunt. "Dawn you taste so sweet, like Heaven." He whispered. Then he nuzzled her cunt open and buried his face in her pussy, his tongue probing deep into her body.

Dawn gasped as his tongue sank into her body. Her whole body grew hot, her vision swimming. She whimpered, struggling. Sam sucked gently on her clit, then very hard, causing her to rise up off the bed, begging him to stop. He sucked and nibbled and licked until he felt her convulse under him in a powerful orgasm. Unsatisfied he took her clit between his teeth and swirled his tongue over the sensitive nub again and again until she shook beneath him again, her voice a quavering whisper. "Sam, no please." But he had waited far too long to let her words sway him. In fact they only fueled his desire. He came up and nuzzled her breasts, sucking on them eagerly, raising her captured hands so he could touch them. Dawn whimpered as his hard cock brushed against her inner thigh. Showing no mercy, Sam pressed against her clenched cunt, pushing hard until his head squeezed into the tight opening. He moaned pressing harder, ignoring her cries of protest and struggling until he had his cock buried halfway inside of her. Letting go of her hands he grabbed her hips, dragging her forward and thrust hard, burying himself inside of her. He couldn't believe how tight she was. Her hands free, Dawn immediately moved to raked at him and he grabbed her hands again and held them so tight her wrists would bruise as he began to pump himself in and out of her hot, wet body, barely able to move in her tight confines as she cried, gripping his cock in her cunt so hard he almost came just from that. "Sweet Christ you feel so good Ice." He murmured, continuing to fuck her. He fucked her hard, his engorged cock sinking hard into her pussy again and again as he groaned and pulled her hard against him. After forty long minutes of fucking her into orgasm after orgasm, her still crying weakly beneath him, Sam shuddered and moaned spraying her with his hot cum. 

Dawn was both lost in pleasure and absolute agony. Her burning cunt was on fire from the long assault, her wrists felt as if he had snapped them they were so sore and his cum felt like acid spraying her bruised womb. Still her pussy throbbed with want and need and satisfaction. She was amazed that he was still so hard.

Sam was far from done. Flipping her onto her belly he sank his cock next into her ass, wanting to fill each of her holes with his hot cum. She screamed into her pillow as he sank into her virgin ass, spreading her legs to accommodate his huge member. He held onto her hips and began fucking her rather hard. Thankfully, he finished within ten minutes as she cried against the pillow. Sam pulled out of her, growing limp and panicked. He was desperate to fuck her again. He began to finger her pussy, his fingers abusing her swollen cunt and clit until he began to stiffen again. Only half erect he pushed his cock deep into her cunt and began to fuck her very slowly, finally emitting a slight movement from her, hearing her moan through her tears. 




Ice



He fucked very slow and deep thrusts for ten long minutes till he was fully hard again, then he began to fuck her faster, grunting as his hard cock pushed into her tight cunt, sliding in and out with a shockwave of pleasure each time her pussy closed around his engorged cock. Dawn whimpered as she felt a heat growing in her belly. The deep fucking was arousing her to a place she had never been before and yet she was desperate for him to stop. Feeling his huge cock slide thickly into her aching cunt made her whimper with need and hurt and desperation as another huge orgasm overtook her. He gripped her hips and fucked harder and faster. As his orgasm approached he fucked like a jackhammer, his cock slamming in and out of her, making her rise up onto her knees and cry out in pain and pleasure. He fucked harder still and then tensed, ripping out of her and spraying his hot cum across her ass and back. He watched mesmerized as it rolled down her golden ass cheeks and the curve of her ribs. He grew limp very quickly, and sore. He knew it would be a while before he could do anything and was sorry. "Clean me up Ice." He begged. "Like you do online." Dawn shook her head, still crying. Sam lay down and pressed her face against his crotch. "Do it." He said earnestly. "I need you to finish it."

Feeling sick she took his flaccid cock into her mouth, cleaning it expertly. She was alarmed to feel it grow hard and stiff in her mouth. Sam groaned as the erection actually hurt a little. "Easy." He said. "Gently." He slowly began fucking her beautiful mouth, holding each side of her head as her tears fell onto his belly. The orgasm was brief and powerful, draining and sating him completely. Exhausted but happy he dressed again, kissed her deeply as she lay crying, and he left.

Sam Waverly was arrested the following morning on rape and assault charges. He had fractured her wrists and caused some internal injury in her ass. He felt terrible knowing he had hurt her. Because of his importance in the computer industry, and his high-priced lawyers, he got off fairly easy. 

Dawn was not quite so lucky. After she recovered, she found out she was pregnant. After their son was born, Jason had gotten a vasectomy and she knew it was Sam's child. After a long and painful discussion, she and Jason decided to give the baby up for adoption. She couldn't go through with it once she laid eyes on her daughter however, and by the time the baby was born, Sam was out of jail again. Despite everything she had gone through, like an addiction, Dawn found herself drawn back to the computer each night, and their role play, was only all the more realistic.



Ice



Coming out of the shower, water cascades off my body. I shiver from the cold, grabbing a big fluffy towel for the time being. 

"She left the window open again!" I thought to myself as I glanced at the bathroom window while walking out into the hall area. Walking past a huge floor to ceiling mirror running the length of the large hallway, I saw the toned figure of a young woman walking past and stopping. She was 5ft10inches tall with a delicious golden brown tan from hours of sunbathing outside, big dark brown eyes, pouting crimson lips, soaking wet long shoulder length jet-black hair. The cold breeze on her wet skin had caused her nipples to harden. That… was me… 

Smiling as I looked into the mirror, I walked into my bedroom, which I shared with my girlfriend, Jenny. The money spent and the time consumed by my daily gym routine at the local gymnasium had paid off at long last. My waist is slim, my ass round, smooth and squeezable, legs muscular and toned yet long and tanned, and large, round, firm suck-able breasts! That's how I would describe myself right now. All of my features, covered in smooth, supple and silky golden brown skin. Sounds like a catch huh? Wait till you hear about Jenny? Jenny is a Goddess! 

Rich golden waist length hair, which is not artificially coloured by the way, greeny-blue eyes, cute lil nose, and pink silky lips. Her body is a work of art… Figure to die for, 34"C, 24", 35"! Oh God is she fine! Beautiful, rounded breasts with large succulent nipples, firm, flat lil stomach, which leads down to a finely trimmed pussy with the softest of baby hair. I drool to the thought of kissing her… My lips sucking on her clit… Her legs stretch all the way to heaven; they are long and slim, amazingly smooth to the touch; silky soft, just like the kisses she places all over my body in our times of passion… Jenny was a young, painfully beautiful woman, milky white skin in comparison to mine, smaller than me in height and size, yet perfectly formed. We both turn heads when we walk down a street arm in arm. Most definitely the cause of a few erections at any place where there are men when we kiss and fondle each other in public. We love showing off!

Daydreaming about her again, I smirked as I settled down on the bench in front of the mirror with my back to the door drying my hair with the big towel. I heard Jenny walk into the room; I could smell her perfume, Charlie 'Red'. She is one hot chick! Angelic looking, but devilish and amazingly sexy! Right now, she was showing me her horny devilish side once more! 

"Hey baby" I said, not turning to look at her in case I'd want to bed her right there and then. She wrapped her arms around my body, straddling the bench I was sitting on behind me, pressing herself against me, stroking my firm stomach. Jenny started kissing my neck as I leaned my head to one side, her tongue exploring my neck, sliding it up and down my neck, kissing and sucking at me as her hands roamed upwards, pressing her little hands against my left breast, squeezing it and rolling my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. 

"Mmmmmmmmm… you horny baby?…" I purred at her. Stupid question! Of course she was! I turned my head to kiss her, our lips meeting in a warm seductive manner, her lips around mine, warm and tender. Her tongue parted my lips, our tongues meeting inside my mouth, twirling, playing. Her hands slid downwards, towards my moist vagina now… Just before she reached my clit, she stopped. Smiling, she pulled away from my lips and stood up. I swivelled around to face her stomach, and leaning forward, started to cover her with my warm, gentle kisses, my hands holding onto her small rounded ass pulling her towards me. She only reacted by stepping backwards, grabbing my hands from behind her, and pulling me up. 

"But… the bed…?" I managed to get out before she led me downstairs to our sitting room, which by now, was dimly lit with hundreds of candles. I gasped, surprised at her effort and secretly pleased with her. She obviously was used to me taking my time in the shower and probably took her time setting this out. 

There was a blanket on the floor, a dark red colour with grips on the underside to avoid us sliding around on the wood panelled floor. Large rounded aromatherapy candles were on every available surface, and were mostly white, or red. There was a bowl of fresh ripe strawberries on the floor, with a can of spray cream next to it, and fresh ice in an ice bucket. Two glasses and a bottle of 1988 Dom Pérignon stood in another bucket of ice next to all the other things, and some slow jazz, which I didn't recognise, was playing in the CD player. The scene, overall, was overwhelming! I could tell this was going to be a long, pleasurable night!

I sighed, my jaw hanging open as I took in my surroundings. Jenny saw my face, and reached up, draping her arms around my neck, she pulled me close and pressed her sweet lips against mine. I didn't need to see her face, I could tell she was smiling as she kissed me. 

"Happy Birthday sweetie!" she whispered. I looked at her blankly. Then it registered with me that what she said was true! Damn! it was my birthday, and I had totally forgotten about it. 

"I saw how hectic things were at work baby, just thought you, and me, deserved this! Especially after you roped that deal with the Americans yesterday. Bet they were paying more attention to your tits and ass and not your smart ideas! Sexy girl!" she teased. I laughed slightly, swallowed hard, still taken back by her sweetness; her voice sounded like a small bell's jingle in the large yet surprisingly cosy room. Holding back tears, I wet my lips with my tongue, drawing her close to me, my arms rested on her lower back, draped over her pert little back-side. 

"Jenny baby, you… are… wonderful!" and with that, I kissed her deeply, my tongue drove deep into her mouth, my lips caressing her's… My hands slid down her smooth skin, resting on her ass cheeks. Pulling away from our sensual kiss, I looked into her eyes, squeezing her cute, tight lil ass. 

I couldn't stand it anymore! Believe me, if u had a girl as cute and damn right sexy as Jenny standing butt naked in front of you with play things all over the place, you wouldn't be able to wait either! 

I led her over to the blanket, and while she lay down beside me, I opened the bottle of champagne, watching it bubble out the top. Pouring it into the two glasses on the table, I handed one to her, toasting each other. As I couldn't wait any longer, I kissed her firmly as my hands exploring all over her firm young body, my body and mind hungry for her. Our lips locking together for another kiss as my hands searched around blindly for the can of spray cream near the blanket. Gripping it, I looked at her devilishly, licking my lips as I fumbled at the top. Snapping the lid off hurriedly, my lips went to her neck, planting wet kisses, licks and sucks on her hot skin, leaving wet trails on her skin going down to her breasts. I kissed all around her nipples, till she moaned and spread her legs wide to play with herself, but I saw, and grasped her hand, shaking my head slowly…

"And for that attempt, you're gonna have to wait even longer now!" I told her, watching her pout her pretty lips at me, making a lil happy yet impatient moan. I smiled at her again as I continued my little journey around her nipples, placing short kisses between each full breast, tonguing around each nipple. I grabbed a piece of ice, and starting from her neck, I pushing the small cube to her breasts. She whimpered, pleading me, opening and closing her legs. Looking down, I could see she was wet already, holding myself back; I kept the piece of ice on her areola pressing it into her, swirling it around and around each nipple, and cold as she was, she smiled and giggled, and bit her lip from the cold, bearing it for me. The ice was melting everywhere; there were wet puddles on her skin. I was surprised it wasn't steaming from how hot she was! Her nipples were standing straight up, freezing cold by the time the ice cube disappeared. I leaned down to kiss her while I sprayed a swirl of cream on her left nipple. It looked out lil clouds on her soft skin.

 She giggled, watching as I proceeded to place another swirl around her right nipple. Doing a zigzag trail down her stomach, around her belly button straight to her pussy. She bit her lip, watching as I licked and sucked on her nipple, eating the cream from her. I bit and licked at her nipples, wishing the cream was still there. She whimpered when I got too enthusiastic with my teeth, and looking at her apologetically, I rubbed her breasts better, squeezing one nipple with my thumb and forefinger, rubbing it with more ice as I warmed the other with my lips and tongue; swapping over, I could tell she was enjoying it. Her nipples were hard as hell, she covered my hand with hers, and made me squeeze her firm breasts hard. I placed a ripe strawberry in the blob of cream around her belly button, then kept on licking the cream from her flat stomach. My hand was rubbing up and down her leg, I could feel her hold her breath every time I got nearer her pussy as my hand traversed up and down her inner thigh. I continued to lick at her, her belly was creamy and greasy from the cream. I ate the strawberry from her belly button slowly, tasted sweet, but not as sweet as I knew she would taste! My lips journeyed to her pussy… slowly, planting small kisses on her, making her wait. 

She went up on her elbows, watching as my lips went closer and closer to her dripping wet pussy. She willingly opened her legs wide for me as I slid a solitary finger into her steaming pussy. So so hot and beautifully wet for me! So juicy… I picked up my glass of Dom Pérignon from the floor beside me, taking a mouthful, I put my lips around her hot clit. She squirmed hard, pushing into my lips, pressing her soaking wet cunt into my chin, bubbles tickling at her delicious clit. She moaned loudly as I pulled her wet pussy lips apart, feeling how slippery she was, and pushing my fingers into her soaking pussy hard, I wriggling them around violently inside her, feeling her juices pouring out onto my hands. 

"You're gonna overheat in a minute… But… I know how I can help you out there…" She knew what was coming, another ice cube was pushed into her hot hole, sinking deep into her…

"SHIT THAT'S COLD!" She shrieked at me! Giggling I pulled it out, sucking her juices off the piece of ice. Her hand went up my leg, as I was lying with my legs near her head with my face buried in her pussy. She obviously saw how wet I was from teasing her, and wanted to tease me too. So she took a piece of ice from the champagne holder, and holding the cube in her fingertips, she started pushing the piece of ice up my leg towards my pussy. She started rubbing the ice around my clit, trying not to make contact with my clit, swirling the wet cube around it. She was right in saying it was painfully good! It burned, but left a wonderful sensation afterwards. She turned to her side facing me, her pussy pushing into my face as I moaned, a soft purr rising deep from my throat. My tongue thrashed furiously inside her tight pussy, I could feel her squeezing my tongue. My lips found their way to her swollen throbbing clit; it was calling out to be loved and sucked on. I got some cream, and sticking the nozzle into her angry swollen pussy lips, I squirted the cold cream into her. She was oozing juices and cream, I licked it all up hungrily, eating her pussy. She leaned over, got her glass, and decided to pour the rest of her champagne down the slit of my pussy. She managed to catch most of it as it ran down my pussy with her tongue; her hot tongue buried deep into me, fingers flicking at my clit, rubbing it tenderly as I did the same. 

I suddenly heard a familiar noise then nearly came immediately as she stuck a thick and long vibrator deep into me. 

"New birthday present babes!" She said, giggling. 

Wow! The feeling was intense as she moved the vibrator in and out of my saturated pussy, pushing it into me hard while she lapped at my clit and pussy, my juices pouring out of my fucked hole. I was ready to explode at any minute. I sucked at her clit while licking and flicking it with my tongue from inside my mouth, pressing my fingers into her. I reach for another piece of ice, and shoved it right into the back of her cunt. 

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" She mumbled. My clit was still in her lips, "Fuck girl! I'm numb now… But damn does it feel good! Keep fucking me with your fingers, fuck me nice and hard. Fuck me baby! Make me cream on your tongue…" She taunted me.

"Mmmmmm… I love it when u cum on my tongue baby, cum for me!" I cried out at her, gasping for air; I was nearing my orgasm. I breathed in her musky smell, smelt damn good. My lips were stuck to her swollen pussy lips, pressing my tongue deeper inside. I pulled her up, lay down flat on my back, and made her sit on my face. She wriggled into the new position, sexy smooth pussy pressed into my face. I lifted her up slightly, she was so eager, but suffocating me wouldn't help. My tongue wriggled and squirmed deep inside her, fingers playing with her clit. She continued to fuck me with the vibrator… She started moaning louder and gasping for air faster in time with my tongue thrashing on her clit. 

"I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna CUM on you!" Jenny cried, her hips bucked, pressing her pussy hard on my face. She jammed the vibrator deep into my pussy and rubbed my clit at the same time. I felt it deep inside me, pushing into me, and all of a sudden, I felt myself contracting around the vibrator as we both came. Cumming at the same time, her pussy contracted around my fingers and tongue; I kept licking and sucking on her clit as she came again and again… Bucking on my face, covering me with her juices. And just as she liked, I drank every single drop of her, feeling her hot juices sliding down my throat, she murmured something while she sucked on my hot clit. My pussy closed around the vibrator, drawing it deeper into me, feeling it's vibrations going through my body as I squirmed and moved against her precious tongue.

The feeling was incredible, she was cumming down my throat as I came; orgasm after orgasm ripped through my body, feeling her lips still on my clit was great. She had continued to lick and tease my cunt as I had cum, just like I had her. For her, the ice had magnified her orgasm, her wet pussy was cold as fuck, but had come alive as she came, building up her orgasm inside her for longer. 

She collapsed on the floor beside me afterwards, she turned around, so she could see me face to face. Jenny reached down, caressing my very sensitive clit, giggling when she saw me moan from its sensitivity. 

"You were brilliant!" I whispered as our lips closed around each other's.

"Hey it's YOUR birthday, and u end up pleasuring me? How does that work?" She said while leaning over to suck on my nipple, squeezing my other breast lightly, giving each breast the equal amount of attention.

"I don't mind! We both came! It's not like you weren't playing either! I like drinking you…" We both giggled, kissing and playing more, feeding each other strawberries and cream off each other's hot bodies. She had decided to spray cream all over me, and placing strawberries at various places, eating them off me, licking my nipples from time to time. Afterwards, we lay in an exhausted heap, resting, sleeping in each other's arms. I knew there'd be more fun tomorrow anyway. 

We have a day off! ;)

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NiXie

xXx



Ice



The wedding reception at the four star hotel was nearly over and they weren't sure a friendship would endure the night. Meeting only today, there was a strong physical attraction for Nikki and Paul. The night was spent dancing and drinking with friends and family.

Paul was a strong handsome man with muscles in his arms that look molded with veins bulging. The tux he wore complimented his physique laying flat along his shoulders and back. His hair was short and lifted in the front just a little. 

Nikki's black dress draped her closely with a low... low cut back. Her cleavage showed deep and long in the front as her 36 DDs filled and lifted the dress. 

Feelings of lust grabbed Paul as he ran his hand through her brunette hair that covered her shoulders. Nikki who would normally not appreciate the public affection felt less inhibited with the many trips to the ice sculpture that also served the cold liquor. Bar tenders would pour the liquor from the top of the sculpture winding down to the spout chilling the liquid making it smoother as it slipped down her throat. 

Nikki was getting hotter with every drink. Paul put his finger over the spout to stop the liquor until Nikki put her mouth at the opening. He lifted his finger so that she could catch the sweet taste on her tongue. Nikki used her soft tongue to direct the chilled liquid to her throat. While she was down there, she explored Paul's body with her hand caressing his body to find erotic spots. Paul was getting hard by her lapping the booze and by her passing her hand discretely over his cock at the bar. The bartender noticed this and was feeling turned on too. 

Paul could see her tits nearly falling out of her dress which took his breath. He wiped his hand over the ice and let the cold drops fall down her cleavage. Her breath quickened causing her breasts to heave. She stood up slowly and let her bare back be caressed by the sculpture. Paul's eyes widened and his smile grew. Nikki whispered, I want that ice.

Paul gave the bartender $100 and asked him to wheel the sculpture to his room on the third floor. The bartender smiled looking around to see if anyone was looking... accepted the offer. 

Quickly the two made their way to the elevators where Nikki pushed Paul against the wall and pulled up his shirt ripping buttons to reveal his hairy chest! She licked and kissed his nipples as Paul reached down the back of Nikki's dress grabbing her ass. They couldn't wait to get the door open to the room. Falling in, they stumbled to the bed. Their clothes were nearly off when there was a knock at the door. Paul grabbed his robe and peered through the peep hole. Opening he saw that ice sculpture on a cart and wheeled it in. Nikki's eyes widened! Paul pulled from his collection of CDs his John Mayer CD. Setting the volume just right he turned and found Nikki pulling his robe off.

Nikki's hand wiped the ice and placed the cold water on Paul's nipple. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh as she took his cock in her other hand. Licking the sculpture, she chilled her tongue and then put his hot cock in her mouth. Again Paul lost his breath. She squeezed his cock to entice the precum to the opening of his dick. It collected then started to fall. She quickly used her tongue to catch the sweet juice licking upwards to just touch the tip of his cock. She repeated this again and again until she plunge him deep down her throat! Moaning and sucking she coaxed him to cum in her mouth! She pushed back on Paul so that his back was touching the ice and shivers rose up his spine. He stabilized himself by holding her head which was frantically bobbing to bring his cum out. The ice water pooled on the cart and she cupped some in her hands and dribbled it on his body and then caressed his balls with her cold fingers. A second later... Paul stiffened and let out a strong moan holding Nikki very tightly as his hot creamy cum shot one.. two... three times down her throat! She pulled back to lick the tip squeezing and pumping to get every drop.

Nikki looked over at the cart and notice a few empty bottles of the liquor. One had some still in it. She smiled and grabbed the bottle. Nikki told Paul to put his lips on the spout this time. Paul on his knees accepted the ice cold liquid as it poured into his mouth. Smiling Nikki licked the top where it entered to get a taste. Paul put his tongue on the ice and then pulled Nikki close. She spread her legs standing over Paul as he put his chilled tongue on her wet and warm clit. She gasped and starting breathing hard. He lifted her clitoral hood with his tongue and coaxed her to cum. Licking softly and dabbing to excite her clit he continued adding occasional long licks and sucking. She grabbed his head and pulled him in tighter as his large hands reached for her breasts circling her nipples. Nikki pour some more of the liquor down the ice and it splashed onto Paul's face. He turned and wiped it on her pussy and she started to tremble! MMmm he thought as he could taste the liquor and her pussy juices mixing.. He asked her to do it again! MMmmm the cold liquor shot on his face and onto Nikki's thigh. 

Paul sucked all that he could of both juices. Nikki wiped her hand across the ice and then onto her breasts as Paul quickened his pace eating her pussy. She started pulsing her hips with him and holding his head tighter. The sensation was building inside her as she was breathing heavy and she was ready to explode. Just before... Paul stopped and left his tongue extended and hard just above her clit. Nikki was gyrating her hips and couldn't believe he stopped... she screamed Don't Stop.. .Paul Keep Going... He looked and smiled because by then she had found his hard tongue and was grinding clit on it until she exploded into an incredible orgasm. Smearing her cum on Paul's face, she lifted her body up and down and around to keep the sensation going. Paul was chilling his fingers and slip then deep inside her sending Nikki into another orgasm as he swirled his fingers over her G spot and cervix. Two .. no three more orgasms shot through Nikki and Paul pushed her back against the cold sculpture. The shivers shot from her pussy and spine at once and she deeply moaned her pleasure.

The sculpture spout resembled a goose bill, Paul took notice and broke it off. Taking Nikki to the bed, coaxed her onto all fours and put the goose bill ice piece in his mouth to melt it. He let the collected ice water fall on to Nikki's ass and her head shot back in pleasure. His cock still hard and semen dripping mixed in the water and began working its way in her ass! Nikki's secret fantasy was to have anal action so she just moaned and said Yes... Yes fuck me in the ass Paul. He slid his large hot cock slowly inside using more melted ice water dripping on to her back and running between her wonderful heart-shaped butt!

His fingers moved around to her pussy and started to stroke her clit full and warm with blood. Dabbing and swirling he brought her to another orgasm. Then slipping his fingers in her pussy, he pressed against the vagina wall so that he could feel his cock in her ass. Nikki felt this too and moaned... begging... Fuck Me Paul...Fuck Me.

His movement quickened as he could feel his cum moving inside him. Working its way to his shaft. Nikki's felt his balls slapping against her pussy and reached between her legs to caress them. Paul took the ice piece and slipped the bill of the goose inside Nikki and she let out a loud moan as he circled it inside her. The hard ice and Paul's hard cock made it seem she was being fucked by two! That excited her more and she came again as Paul grabbed her hair and pulling her head back. He came as she coming down from her last orgasm. Nikki could feel the hot juice and his pulsing inside her. Paul slowly pulled out and lay next to Nikki. The ice still in his hand... they both sucked the cold water to quench their thirsts. 



Ice



I'm lying down on my stomach, still sleeping. You've been awake for a while, despite the early hour. I wake as you enter the room and start to drift back to sleep, registering your presence only faintly. You sit next to me on the bed, stroking my hair gently. I move to my side, blinking sleepily, and open my mouth to ask you what you want, only to be silenced with one finger pressed against my lips. I kiss your finger slowly, rewarded with a tender smile, and you gently push me back down. I shiver from a mix of anticipation and the sudden chill as you shove the blankets aside. You smile, stroking my cheek with one thumb. I reach a hand up to you, intending to draw you closer, but you catch it easily and tuck it behind my head, then tap my other hand with a mock-stern frown. I slide it behind my head lazily, smiling up into your eyes. You frown sharply - though I see a hint of a smile in your eyes - and strike my inner thigh with the flat of your palm, one word hissing out, "Still." 

I gasp suddenly, the last of my sleepiness fleeing, and you lean down and kiss me hard and deep, stifling the gasp. Your hands glide down my sides, lightly stroking the softest parts of my skin, and you trail kisses down my chest, to my navel. Your hands move inside my legs, massaging my inner thighs, and you kiss back up my stomach, then around one breast. My breathing speed has picked up now and you can see the struggle to remain utterly still in my eyes. You bite down on one nipple, grinding it between your back teeth, and I groan softly, lifting my hips, trying to touch your hands with my lower lips. You unhesitatingly smack me hard; hand cupped over my pussy, and whisper a half-growled 'Still!' I swallow hard, trying to keep my breathing calm, and you bite the other nipple, sucking hard, tracing small complex patterns on my thighs, as I quake with the effort of staying still. 

You rise and step away from the bed, surveying me with a smirk, letting your gaze linger until I blush, my body's wantonness warring with the desire to cover myself. You wait a moment more, just long enough to verify my inner struggle will be won, modesty overcome. Then one phrase, softly uttered 'eyes closed, love.' I comply, and hear you leave the room, your footsteps fading away. I can hear you faintly as though through a fog, speaking to the cat, moving around in the kitchen. I long to know what you're doing, but I keep my eyes shut, my body still, waiting, anticipating. You are taking a while, and I start to get cold, but I continue to stay still, waiting.

The door opens, closes, and I feel you sit on the bed. You lightly stroke my hair, brushing it away from my face. My eyes start to flutter open, but I remember at the last moment to keep them closed. I hear you laugh, amused, as you brush your fingertips along the lobe of my ear and I shiver, unable to keep still. You tell me to open my eyes, and I smile up at you, lost in wonder at the knowledge that I have given myself utterly to you, and that my trust will be amply rewarded. Your hands caress me, one on my stomach, the other on my legs, as you start gently stroking each square inch of my body, rewarming me slowly.

I murmur happily, and you kiss me again, then ask softly 'Warm?' as you touch my clit with one finger. My back arches involuntarily for a split second, before conscious control takes over and I force myself to stillness. You look at me, obviously amused, but trying to keep a stern look, and lean over until my entire field of vision is your face.

"Too warm, methinks." And as if to punctuate the sentence, an ice cube is touched to my forehead. It's only now that I see the container you brought with you, full to the brim with ice, and my eyes go wide.

You rub the ice cube lightly down my forehead, over my nose, and across my lips, turning it slightly so that all the hard edges melt. You reach your hand between my legs and slip it inside, and I whimper at the cold intrusion, but you slide a single finger in, pressing it in place. I try to move away, to create friction, certain you're ready to let me find the release I crave, but am met with only a hard pinch to my left nipple and a glare. I hold still and you let go, wait for my hiss as the pain eases to pass, then pinch the other even harder, admonishing me to "Remember this time!"

I nod, unable to speak, and you let go, then kiss my breast, lightly grazing your tongue against the hard little buds. I swallow and try to relax, your words forming a mantra in my mind. You keep up your attentions a short time, as if to tempt me into rebellion, but I keep control. Apparently satisfied, you withdraw your finger and pause to flick it against my clit. You smile at the stifled grunt before picking up another ice cube You hold it in your hand, and let the water droplets fall in a line down the center of my chest and stomach, turning it to smooth out the edges. I know what is coming, this time, and manage to stay still as you deliberately run the ice cube over each of the lower lips and tuck it inside. My eyes close at the sensation, and I feel the muscles in my womb contract. 

You give me no time to stop and calm myself; already, there's another ice cube in your hand, this one being touched to my breast, circling in an ever-tightening spiral, never touching the nipple. Over and over you use the ice cubes: the other side, along my ears, the nipples themselves, the inner thighs, and on and on until finally I am full of ice in various stages of melting, the last one peeking out a tad. The finger of one of your hands holds it in place, steadily tapping, sending vibrations exploding inside me, twisting and turning in all directions.

My eyes are closed, my breathing rapid, and I'm floating away on your voice, dimly aware that you're telling me to hold on, to wait. Your other hand strokes me gently. Now the thighs, the breasts, now the labia. I hear moaning and recognize it as mine, then lose all awareness of sound. There is only conflicting need - to hold on, to let go. There is only you and that delicious, maddening, incessantly steady tapping as the ice melts and is driven further and further in.

How long I lie there on the edge I do not know. Time loses all meaning, but slowly I become aware that the ice is gone, and your fingers are in me. Two of them now, slowly moving in and out. As if you sense my return to reality you lean down, touching your tongue to my clit. Small, high-pitched, feral noises come from my throat and you take it between your teeth, biting and pulling, just hard enough to make me cry out. Then your tongue is caressing it again, soothing away the pain. 

Your other hand reaches up, stroking my cheek, and you pause long enough to whisper "Now, baby," then return to my clit, sucking on it and flicking your tongue hard against it. I feel your fingers move completely out and then you re-enter me with three. My whimpers and growls turn to a high keening and I let the ragged control I've barely kept dissolve completely, all in a rush. My muscles start to relax around your finger and your other hand moves from my chest to nipple, pinching and twisting hard. A sharp wail is forced from me as my body shakes, the muscles of my pussy contracting again, harder than before, and I lose myself completely in the orgasm.

You move up next to me, snuggling close, and cuddle me. Your free hand brushes away tears I don't remember shedding and you kiss me several times, telling me you love me. Slowly, my breathing returns to normal, and it is only then that you slip out your fingers, brining them to my mouth. I lick them clean and you kiss me again, and then hug me tight. I lay my head on your chest, basking in your approval, and you finally whisper, "Good morning, Sweetheart."



Ice and a Fire



Mandi’s headlights served almost no usefulness in the snowstorm. It would take her an hour to get home down the winding 2 lane highway creeping along at 35 miles an hour. She bristled as she thought of the horrible day she had at work, almost half the staff had called in due to the weather and she lived further than all but Joan and had much worse roads to travel on. She had to fill in for Stewart in sales and had actually made a sale to a new customer from Nashville. She didn’t like sales much but as inventory manager and purchasing agent she knew the product line better than anyone who had made the attempt to get into the office. Her mind thought back to the handsome company representative from Nashville… his black pinstripe suit fitted him perfectly showing off his tight buns and he wore expensive cowboy boots that were polished to a high sheen. Even his overcoat fitted him so well it didn’t take much imagination to picture his broad shoulders and muscled chest. What was she thinking of him for?!? She glanced at her wedding ring and tried to not think of the dashing middle aged man that made her tingle earlier that afternoon. She looked down to turn up the radio, maybe a good tune would help keep the carnal thoughts at bay. She wondered why she had more and more of these lustful thoughts as she grew in years.

Her mind was still in a fog of imagining the good looking blonde slowly and adeptly sweeping her off her feet in some romance novel setting of Victorian ages when she was suddenly brought back to reality. Directly in front of her was a man walking along the side of the road. She swerved sharply to the left to avoid hitting him and instantly hit the brakes with all her might. She had made too abrupt a swerve sending her SUV sliding sideways heading for a ditch she knew was deep. All she could do was hold on and turn into the slide. The right front tire caught traction and spun her in the direction of the steep ditch. As her SUV continued it’s slide she saw a row of mailboxes coming towards her door as if in slow motion from a movie. She heard the post crack loudly as she felt the first one snapping beneath her vehicle. Her SUV came to a halt against the second mailbox and her left front tire hovering precariously over the steep ditch. Her eyes were wide open and her heart pounded with the surge of adrenalin. A short scream uncontrollably escaped her lips suddenly as a knock on her passenger window and a man’s face appeared. She just sat there looking at him as he yelled unrecognizable words through the closed window. 

She could neither move nor answer but sat there with a death-grip on the steering wheel and both feet mashing the brake pedal. The man was saying something but she couldn’t make it out through the closed window and the radio playing. Suddenly he disappeared toward the rear of the SUV and as she turned to look where he had gone she unconsciously took her foot off the brake. The truck lurched forward pitching the front end into the ditch. She screamed again as her vehicle hit the bottom of the ditch and her head hit the steering wheel hard. She heard the sound of her horn blaring as the blackness closed in on her consciousness. 

Mandi moaned as pain filled her head and she tried to open her eyes. She blinked, her eyes trying to focus, her mind trying to figure out where she was. She felt as if she was in a dream and everything was fuzzy. Through the loud ringing in her ears she heard movement and a door being slammed closed. She turned toward the noise to see a man huddled under a hearth tending to a lifeless fireplace. She was cold… very cold and her head hurt very badly. She let out a gasp as she tried to sit up, her head felt as if it would explode. The man hearing her stir moved quickly to her side and pressed her shoulder back forcing her to lie back down. “Don’t move Mandi… you’ve got a nasty bump on your head and you’ve been unconscious for almost 10 minutes.” The voice seemed somehow familiar as she tried once again to focus on the man hovering above her. “How… how do you know my name?” Mandi’s words seemed to echo inside her head as she spoke but the ringing in her ears seemed to fade a little.

“Wow… that bump you took really did a number on your memory… we just left each other a few hours ago.” The man began to come into focus in a dark room and she recognized him as Chris the handsome man she had acquired as a new customer a few hours before in her office. 

“Where are we?” she asked as she tried to sit up again. Chris’ strong arm slipped behind her back and helped her to sit up. “It seems we were fortunate enough to have had our mishaps in front of a house for sale. The power is off and there is no phone but there is plenty of firewood and I found this mattress in the back room.”

She looked around at the vacant room and bare walls and shivered uncontrollably. Chris immediately took off his long overcoat and wrapped it around her. “Wha… what happened?” she mumbled “I hit a patch of ice and lost control about a half mile back up the road but my car ended up off the road. You came by and almost hit me but ended up in the ditch instead. Do you have a cell phone? Mine is not working for some reason.” The events came slowly back to her. “Yes, it’s in my purse.” She looked around the vacant room for her purse but didn’t see it. “How did we get in here?” “I carried you.” “Oh my God! Mandi flushed hard. “How far did you have to carry me?” “Not very far.” Chris said with a big grin “and besides you aren’t very heavy even for an old man like me. I’ll go get your purse from your car as soon as I get this fire going.” 

Mandi was still blushing as Chris returned to the fireplace and carefully lit an old newspaper under the kindling. Mandi watched his tight ass as he knelt over lightly blowing the wood into a strong flame then added a couple of small logs. Once satisfied the fire was going and Mandi was as comfortable as she could make her he told her he was going to his car and get his briefcase and her car for her purse and that he would be back shortly. “Now don’t you go to sleep… you seem to still be in mild shock and with you being unconscious for that long sleeping is a no-no.” His voice was calm and soft but had a deep masculine tone that made her feel at ease and protected. He had been gone 2 or 3 minutes before she realized she had his coat. “OHHH… he will freeze!” she muttered to herself. She got up and went to the window to look for him but it was covered in frost inside and out. Mandi looked around the place for anything that might help their plight. She found a half eaten jar of strawberry preserves, a badly dented can of pork and beans, a can of Spam and 3 large but dirty towels in the vacant utility room. It wasn’t much but anything would help. She also discovered that the water was still on. Mandi put another log on the growing fire and she backed up warming herself at the hearth. She heard Chris as he stamped the snow from his boots then came back in from the whitened landscape. His breath came out in huge foggy clouds as he entered carrying her purse his briefcase and an army surplus blanket. He handed Mandi her purse and tossed the other items next to the mattress and went back outside. She noticed the front door seemed to be broken as Chris pulled on a broken door handle… she assumed Chris had kicked in the door. Chris returned with several logs and stacked them neatly near the fire. “I found some goodies for us in my car.” Chris said as he opened his briefcase and produced a package wrapped in modest Christmas paper. He then held up a large flask to Mandi and grinned… “Here, this may help take the chill out of your bones.” Chris watched as Mandi took a sip from the flask and felt the cold liquid begin to warm her from the inside out. She took one more slightly bigger sip and handed the flask back to Chris, as their hands touched their eyes met… Chris let his hand linger on Mandi’s as an uncomfortable tension descended on the room. She softly smiled at Chris as his eyes dropped to the fire. “Here, let’s get you warmed up” he said as he pulled the stained mattress closer to the hearth. “Here we go… you better sit down and get comfortable.” Mandi tried to sit on the mattress but as she leaned down became dizzy and stumbled forward… Chris deftly slipped his right arm around her waist from behind and pulling her to him catching her before she could fall but as he did his hand landed squarely on her left breast. She gasped as his strong hand squeezed her firm and full tit. She was surprised at her nipple as it responded immediately to the pleasurable sensation of his grasp. He pulled her back to her feet and released his grip turning her around. “I’m sorry… I thought you were going to fall… are you ok?” “Yes… I guess so…” she still felt slightly dizzy but wasn’t sure if it was from the bump on her head or the tingling feeling that surged through her when Chris’ hand touched her. “I don’t know what happened… I just got dizzy…”

“Well here let me help you…” Chris slipped his right arm around her waist again and took her by the arm with his left hand and guided her to the mattress. “I’ll get you some snow for that bump on your head.” He stood and picked up the cleanest of the towels and ripped it in half with one swift motion then went back outside for the snow. Mandi sat there in a state of bewilderment at her body’s reaction to her rescuer in the face of the predicament that faced them. She started to dig through her purse and found her cell phone. She turned it on but only to discover the there was no signal or her phone either. Chris came back in with the towel folded around a broken icicle “I don’t have a signal either, Chris.” “Uh oh… I listened to the radio in my car while I was getting my stuff and they said the roads were being scraped but I don’t know how long it will take them to get this far out in the country… we may be here a while. I had a couple of flares in my trunk and put one at your SUV… hopefully someone will come by soon and rescue us. Isn’t someone going to be concerned when you don’t arrive home?” Chris said motioning to her wedding ring. She glanced down and with a distant look in her eyes she gazed out the frosty window and said “No, probably not. He works construction and was in Lexington today… I doubt he will make it home or even call.” Chris was silent as he sensed a sadness and frustration in her voice. “Hell, he’s probably drunk by now grabbing every loose skirt in some hotel bar.” “I’m sorry to hear that, Mandi… well… you’ve been busy.” Chris said as he examined the tins of food Mandi had found and trying to change the subject. “Yes and we seem to have water too.” “Really? I would have guessed it would have been turned off too if not frozen in the pipes.” “Most of these houses this far out of town have well water not city water and usually have a good size water storage tank.” Chris placed the smooth side of the icicle on Mandi’s injured head then took her hand and placed it in a position to hold the ice. He then retrieved a bottle of aspirin from his briefcase and counted out 3. “Here, take these… they should help that head ache.” He removed the small measuring cup from the flask and filled it with water from the kitchen tap. “Here ya go… all down.” Chris said in his deep soothing voice. “Thank you Chris, you are sweet. Say, isn’t anyone going to miss you not coming home?” “No dear, I live alone… divorced for quite some time now.” She wondered why on earth some Nashville girl hadn’t snared him. She guessed he was about 5’11” or 6’, medium built, neatly styled dirty blonde hair and beautiful piercing blue eyes. He had shown his affability during their meeting this afternoon but he seemed very business like then… now he was most disarming and made her feel very comfortable. The room seemed to be warming nicely and Mandi returned Chris’ coat. “Thank you very much, you are such a gentleman.” Chris was warming his hands near the fire looked up into Mandi’s big brown eyes and said with an almost devilish grin and a chuckle… “Well, not all the time.” He then took the blanket he had brought from his car and draped it around her shoulders then carefully around the portion of her legs that showed below her long skirt… “You have beautiful legs!” Mandi was surprised at his comment but a broad smile slowly inched across her lips. “Why thank you…” Again silence hung in the room as they looked in each other’s eyes… questioning eyes and sly grins playing on each of their faces. “Well… it’s getting dark awfully fast… would you like to partake in a gourmet meal my dear?” Chris said as he examined the dented can of pork and beans. Mandi laughed… “How are we going to eat it… you don’t have a can opener on you do you?” Chris reached into a small pocket of his briefcase and withdrew a Swiss Army knife, smiled and said laughing… “A good Boy Scout is always prepared… but I only have the one spoon so we will have to share.” They sat and ate the can of cold beans and Spam, Chris joking about the fine dining arrangements that he was being treated to by his new business associate. Halfway through the meager meal they had both had enough and decided to save the rest just in case help didn’t arrive soon. Chris opened the wrapped package and they both laughed when Mandi saw that it was a fruitcake. “Our company spares no expense for our employees Christmas presents.” Chris laughed. After their meal they sat together on the mattress near the fire sipping the expensive cognac out of his flask and chatting about inventories, bosses, lost love, politics and the philosophy of mankind. The cognac was making them both feel relaxed and warm and Mandi was openly talking about her marriage and Chris about his previous loveless marriage. It was nearing 10:00 pm and they had not seen or heard a car go by since their arrival. “I bet they have closed this road due to the snow.” Mandi said… “Looks like we may here for the night.” They both looked at their watches and then at the mattress and then each other… not saying a word Chris put on his coat and went outside returning with another large armful of firewood. “There, that should keep us warm for the night.” They again looked at each other and back down at the mattress. Mandi took the towels she had found and placed them neatly on the musty mattress. Chris stirred the embers then added another log to the fire. Sparks popped and landed on the mattress but Mandi quickly brushed them off and mentioned that they might need to move the mattress away from the fire a little more. Chris pushed the mattress a couple of feet further away from the fire and sat down to take off his boots. “Wow, that snow really got my socks wet… I may not be able to get these off by myself. Chris watched as Mandi stood, removed her coat, shoes and her suit jacket. He hadn’t realized just how large her bosom was covered in her conservative outfit. She turned and straddled Chris’ leg and with considerable effort pulled the right boot off but the left was tight. “HEY, you gotta help you know.” Mandi looked over her shoulder at Chris and smiled. Chris took the hint and put his right foot squarely on her right ass cheek and pushed… the boot slowly came off and Mandi removed his socks and laid them by the fire. “I’ve only got the one blanket… we will have to share.” Mandi smiled. “After all… we already swapped spit on a spoon!” Laughing Chris tended the fire again and put one more log on the fire… “There that should last a couple of hours.” He turned and without thinking of his company started to remove his slacks. He suddenly realized what he was doing when he looked up and noticed Mandi staring at him with her mouth slightly open and eyes wide. He looked at her and said “Well… I can’t very well sleep in them.” as he continued to remove his slacks. Mandi watched as he removed his pants and tie and lay them neatly on the floor next to the mattress… she was thrilled at the sight of his unintentional teasing strip show. She looked at him as he watched her pull her sweater vest over her large breasts and finally her head revealing a very sheer white blouse and clearly visible underneath a white lacy camisole. Chris watched her silhouette in the firelight. Her nipples were hard and poking against the thin material. He couldn’t take his eyes off her gorgeous tits as she stood there watching him admiring her body. Mandi was breathing in short breaths… she could sense her juices starting to flow and excitement growing as she looked down and saw the effect her modest striptease was having on Chris as he lay on the mattress watching her without saying a word. She noticed an obvious bulge was growing in Chris’ briefs even though he tried to cover himself with his shirttail. Mandi had no thought of shame or guilt as she looked down at her voyeur staring at her hard and wanting nipples. Chris sat up and unbuttoned his shirt tossing it aside and then without a word being spoken by either of them he walked over to Mandi, took her soft face in his hands and bent down kissing her softly on the lips. It was just a short soft kiss but he wanted more… he looked at her eyes and knew she did too. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him kissing her deeply. Their soft kiss turned into a more impassioned embrace as their tongues found each other. 

Mandi’s head swam, as she smelled Chris’ cologne. They both stopped and looked at each other then kissed again only harder and more passionate. Mandi felt the growing hardness of Chris’ cock against the softness of her belly. Chris’ hands stroked her back and sides his arms pulling her tightly into his body pressing his manhood against her. Her body responded… moving slightly from side to side making Chris’ member throb and strain against its confinement. She loved the feel of her hardened nipples digging into his hairy chest as he pressed against her harder. 

Mandi pulled away from Chris, her face flushed with passion her nipples betraying her excitement, and her breathing was short and labored. Chris backed up to the mattress and laid down… his eyes never leaving Mandi. Mandi slowly took a deep breath and let her hands lightly touch her breasts running her thumbs across her nipples. She had not had a man appreciate her in such a way in a very long time and she was immensely enjoying it. She slowly let her hands slide seductively down her body to her mid-calf length wool skirt and slowly unbuttoned the buttons from the bottom up revealing more and more of her stocking clad legs to Chris’ view. When she got to the top two buttons she pulled one side of her skirt and slip back and ran her fingers down her left leg then applying pressure smoothed the thigh high stocking upwards to the elastic top… then she smoothed and adjusted the right stocking before unbuttoning the last buttons and slowly letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. She turned and bent over to pick up the skirt… lingering a moment to allow Chris to gaze on covered perfectly round ass covered by black bikini panties. 

Chris groaned then took a draw from the flask and continued to watch his newfound lover intently. “I love a woman in stockings!” Mandi smiled as she let her hands feel the lacy fabric at the top of her stockings then seductively ran her fingers up to her tits feeling her nipples through the silky material of her camisole and bra… she lingered lightly twisting her nipples between her finger and thumb making them harder than she thought possible. She watched Chris as he watched her… Chris’ hand now pressed against his hard dick as he drank in the sight of this lovely creature that was teasing him into a frenzy. Mandi let her hands fall back to her waist and let her fingers trace the elastic seam of her slip and panties… she leaned her head back as her eyes closed while her fingers were provocatively touching the edges of each leg stopping to let her middle fingers lightly stroke the wet fabric covering her pussy lips and her thumb lightly brushing against her clitoris.