Fire and Ice
When passion mounts ice raises the temperature
Eloise perched coyly on the edge of the sofa in the hotel lounge. She could hear the clatter of waiters clearing the plates in the restaurant and the muted hum of conversation from the last few guests still at their tables.
The lounge was empty apart from Katrina who relaxed in the deep leather chair opposite, her slender, black nylon clad, legs crossed at the ankles, her long black hair flowing around her face.
Eloise had accepted the invitation to accompany her on the trip not knowing whether it was going to be purely business or whether something more exciting might happen. Now Katrina’s dark eyes were fixed on Eloise, much as a fox might look at a cornered rabbit.
They had spent the evening in the restaurant of the hotel Katrina had booked them into. Eloise had found the whole evening slightly unnerving but at the same time exhilarating. The restaurant was bright and elegant, the tables widely spaced so that the other guests, mostly couples, seemed to be dining in their own exclusive bubbles. The slightly surreal feel was amplified when she noticed that all the diners and waiters were wearing masks over their eyes.
Before dinner, upstairs in her room, Eloise had wondered what to wear. Eventually, slipped into her favourite short black dress and smiled to herself as, in a moment of recklessness, she had decided to wear nothing underneath. Even if nothing else happened, she would relish the naughty sexiness of the air on her skin.
On entering the restaurant, they had been handed masks to wear and Eloise squirmed as she sat down and the cool leather seat touched her thighs, Each time she move she wondered if any of the other diners had caught a glimpse of her under the table.
The anonymity of the mask had enhanced her sense of abandonment still more so she had kept hers on when they moved into the lounge.
Now, under Katrina’s gaze, she could feel her nipples hardening. She was sure that the two buds were pushing the thin material into obvious peaks. She wriggled almost imperceptibly on the edge of the seat, not wanting to sit back in case her dress rode up.
“You are not wearing knickers” Katrina’s voice was deep and calm.
Eloise blushed, knowing her secret was out.
How had she known? She felt her cheeks reddening even more and looked down and tugged at the hem of her dress. “No” she murmured
“Show me” the commanding tone of Katrina’s voice caught her off guard. Slowly she complied, raising the hem of her dress to reveal her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She could feel her sex tingling and was sure her lips were parted and glistening.
Katrina’s eyes twinkled in the light, but Rachel could read no expression on her face. Unlike most of the men and some women Eloise had known, most of whom would have been slobbering all over her at the slightest flash of her cleavage let alone what Katrina was seeing now, Katrina’s expression was hard and impenetrable.
“Now your breasts.”
Eloise glanced around the lounge, it was empty and quiet. Slowly she pulled down the thin straps of her dress.
She did not ask herself why she obeyed Katrina’s commands, something in her voice was almost hypnotic and the desire flooding through her meant she could not help but respond. Besides, the blatant exhibiting of her body in a public place was causing a fire to pulse through her. Her nipples felt as if they were throbbing and a single touch on the hard peaks would cause her to explode.
“You are getting hot.” It was more of a statement than a question.
She did not think Katrina was referring to the room temperature and feeling her cheeks redden again looked down.
“Learn to savour the anticipation,” Katrina reached into an ice bucket on the table beside her chair. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.”
Eloise complied now completely under Katrina’s spell.
“Suck it.”
Eloise gasped as she felt the frozen cube in her mouth.
Katrina sat back in her chair. “Now run it over your nipples”
Eloise lowered her hand and gasped as the ice touched her body. Her nipples tried to stand even more erect as the ice touched them. She arched her body and with her head back let out a slight moan.
“Put it between your legs”
She let the ice travel further down her body until it touched the pink lips of her pussy. She rubbed the ice between her lips relishing its touch but found the coldness stopped her completely exploding.
Push it inside”
She moaned as she felt the cold of the now rapidly melting ice penetrate her. The thought flashed across her mind that she heard the hiss of steam as it touched her. The ice inside her gave her passion some relief whilst the coldness on her caused a tingling that stopped her coming
“Now I think you’re ready,” Katrina’s voice was closer now
It was then that Eloise issued her only command of the evening
“Fuck me” she demanded.