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Subject: It's Just Ice ......
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    She stepped out on to the veranda.  The sweltering Indian summer heat
blasting her as she walked out the grand entrance.  She had found a bit of
heaven when she found this southern estate.  But she was not prepared for the
sudden rise in temperature.  The beads of moisture that danced across her body
attested to that.

     The tall cool glass of lemonade she brought with her offered some small
comfort.  She held the chilled container to her cheek.  The sheer fabric of her
summer dress clung to her damp skin as she moved across the wooden plank floor.
 Looking out over the railing she felt the gentle night breeze and she stood
still,  allowing it to evaporate the moisture from her body.

     She had thought herself alone when she caught sight of the tiny red glow. 
She knew without a second glance it was him.  His tell tale cigarette.  The
silence of him as he was content to sit and watch without making his presence
known.  He had been nonchalant in his dealings with her up til now and this
mystique intrigued her.  She wondered what made him tick but knew his silent
demeanor spoke of a man who prized his privacy.  The thought crossed her mind
that men like him usually built walls around themselves to protect from further
hurt.  Guarding their emotions to avoid messy entanglements.

     She laughed inwardly, a messy entanglement was the last thing she wanted
and yet she could not deny the attraction she felt for him.  His straight
forward, no-nonsense manner told her of a military influence.  And though she
knew he had felt pain from the games of humanity, she saw the tenderness in his
eyes and the glimpses of humor he sometimes allowed.

     She walked hesitantly to the bannister and set the lemonade down leaning
on the railing with her back to him.  She had no idea of the enticing picture
she presented as wisps of long hair escaped from her coiffure and the breeze
causing the dress to blow about her softly.

     "Do you mind if I share the view with you?" Her husky voice made more so
by the stifled air.

     "The view I have right now is not one I wish to share!!"  His smooth
baritone voice sent shivers up her spine in spite of the heat.  She turned to
look at him sharply and realized his eyes were focused on her and she blushed
profusely. 

     She wondered at the affect he had on her.  How he made her feel timid when
in actuality she was bold, impulsive and at times brash.  This thought probably
provoked some of her actions but she felt determined to gain control and
possibly usurp some of his.

      She reached into the glass of lemonade and grabbed a piece of ice and
slowly brought it to her.  Instead of sliding it into her mouth she ran it
along her lips letting the heat therein begin to melt it.

     He watched somewhat passively but couldn't ignore those small water
droplets that formed and dripped off.  He felt a twinge of desire as he thought
how much he would like to catch those drops on his tongue but outwardly he
appeared collected.

     His gaze remained fixed on her actions and he marveled  at this woman he
had thought shy.  Her hand guided the ice down her chin onto her chest leaving
a visible trail of moisture and again he entertained thoughts of catching and
following that path.

     She lost sight of her intention to shock him and allowed herself to just
feel as the ice traveled down her chest and disappeared between the cleavage of
her ample bosom.  She continued, pushing aside the fabric of her dress and
exposing the already hardened nipple.  The ice soaking her as she made lazy
circles around the stiffened bud.  He unconsciously licked his lips.  The first
sign of a crack in his hardened veneer.

     She shuddered with her actions as the last of the ice melted.  She reached
for the lemonade and again pulled a cube from the glass.  This time she started
on her leg and ran the ice up over her knee onto her thigh.  The path of
wetness glistened in the pale moonlight.  He watched now with fervent interest.
 The reaction in his own body becoming apparent.

     Her wantonness exciting him.  Her freedom of expression piercing that wall
of stone.  As he continued staring she trailed the ice to the inner thigh all
the while inching the dress up with her.  Her body leaned back involuntarily as
her hands made their way towards the center of her being.  Legs parted allowing
entry.  He felt his breathing become more ragged.  His gaze now locked on the
treasure she willingly exposed.  That first sight of soft curls forcing the air
completely from him.

    The ice continued to melt,  literally dripping between her legs.  She
continued closer and closer  until with each hand she opened herself to his
view.  The moistened rosy flesh peering out beyond the soft mound.  The ice,
withering from the heat met that flesh and he saw the quiver the contact
caused.

     She slipped the cube between the folds and his heart pounded as he watched
it disappear inside her.  Her moan reverberated in the night air.  As quickly
as she had inserted it she removed it and drug it to her mouth sucking the last
bit of ice mixed with the heat of her own juice.

     "Come over here!!" 

      She willingly obeyed partly because his voice was so commanding and
partly because she longed for his touch.  She moved to stand beside him.  His
eyes caught hers and she felt the wave of desire palpable between them.  He
reached for her then by the end of her dress  pulling her down to his lap.  His
lips met hers and whispered soft indecipherable words against them.  His height
of response surprised and aroused her.

     He managed to take her bottom lip into his mouth, caught gently between
his teeth.  The flush she felt was exaccerbated by his closeness and the warm
air.  She felt his hands on her thighs beneath her
dress....strong.......firm.......kneading ..... upwards.

     The initial contact of fingers against tender flesh caused her to gasp. 
Her mouth opened.   He plunged his tongue inside invading,  probing every inch.
 His  explosive behavior slowed as he made soft, feathery circles and she again
moaned with the sheer ecstasy.  With agile quickness  he laid her back on the
lounge still whispering words of passion while deftly exposing her to him.  He
reached for his own glass and slipped a piece of ice from it echoing her
previous actions.

     As the ice slid around her mound and his knowing fingers parted her the
coolness jolted her when it touched her swollen femininity.  She closed her
eyes to the numbing sensation but was again shocked with the suffusing of heat
from his mouth as he captured all where the ice had been.  It tingled as the
numbness vanished.  His tongue darted all around warming...heating.... bringing
her to a boil.

    His hands lifted her legs, exposing her further as his tongue slid down the
natural slit of her body.  In and out and around.  All that was her.

     She whimpered, groaned and was fully aroused.  Without consciousness
except of primal need she arched into his mouth offering,  begging.  Again with
a quickness of practice he moved on top of her kissing her.  Pushing his tongue
into her mouth allowing her to succumb to the taste of her own essence from
him.  His words...

      "Cum for me baby!!" and the heightened speech,  the increase in timbre
told her his need was as great.    Seconds passed then she felt the entering of
his hardened cock.  No pretense, no fumbling  just swift,  full enclosure. 
Followed by stillness.....

     "Look at me.  Feel me!"   His words brought her to slight awareness   and
she felt in him the need to be recognized.

      "Love me.....love me......fuck me."  It was all he needed.  His movements
were that of a raging bull.  Hard.   Harder.  Til she felt he would rip her in
two and yet the unleashing of emotion deepened her own response.  She could
feel him stiffen,  tense,  and knew the eminence of orgasm.

     Her own body responded in kind as the grinding of his pubic bone against
her engorged clitoris stimulated her beyond reason.

     The shout of release echoed in the night air and her own scream of climax
was slightly muffled beneath his thick chest.  He collapsed against her.  Heavy
breathing began to soften and again his mouth found hers.  Gentle warm kisses
cemented the joy of sharing!!!!!!
     
     
     


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