AUTHOR: Debbie Mraz
His shift had gone two hours over, he was wired from the constant activity and needed some time to unwind. He sat deep in thought, twirling his glass in his hand, then brought it to his lips. He placed a large piece of ice in his mouth, and chewed, the noise eventually reaching his neighbor two seats over.
"You know," she said, "what they say about people who chew ice don't you?'
John looked up, with smile on his face, and said, "No, I don't."
"They say, it's a sign of sexual frustration." She continued, as she chose an equally large cube of ice and sucked it into her mouth, followed by a resounding crunch.
"Oh, you don't say? I've noticed you have the same habit."
"Yes, I chew ice often, unfortunately for me, how about you?" She asked.
"How about me what?" It was obvious to John that she wished to continue this line of conversation.
"Do you chew ice often?" She repeated.
"I hadn't really noticed." He replied, and went back to his drink.
She moved a seat closer to his.
"Penny for your thoughts." She said rubbing her bare foot up against the calf of his leg.
He peeked down at the floor, noting that her shoes were obviously no longer on her feet, then glanced back up a look of surprise registering on his face.
He sat up a bit straighter his seat. He may be naive, but she was definitely coming on to him.
He took another piece of ice in his mouth, sucked on it for a minute, broke it in half. He spit half back into his now almost empty cup, and chewed up the other half.
"Hmm, looks like you're real frustrated." She noted.
He answered by taking the other half of the ice cube in his mouth, and gave it a resounding crunch while looking directly into her eyes.
She moved her lips close to his ear, "would you like to go back to my place, we can talk more, privately about this ice chewing habit of yours."
He raised his eyebrows, and again gave her a slightly surprised look.
"Does it surprise you? This is something we should have talked about a long time ago."
"Well, actually, no, it doesn't exactly 'surprise' me." He simply replied, "I suppose the subject just never came up."
She placed her hand on his thigh, and with the other hand picked up her glass, placed another piece of ice in between her teeth, faced him and sucked it into her mouth.
"Cab?" he asked.
"Definitely." She stated after spitting the ice cube back in her now empty glass.
In the cab, she sat very close to him, and kept her hand on his thigh. With every bump they hit in the road, her hand moved higher up on his leg. By the time they got to her apartment, her hand was hovering over his crotch, fingers toying with his fly.
His demeanor was one of calm and cool, but inside, he was feeling anything but, he knew he couldn't look at her. He kept his eyes diverted out the window, commenting on the buildings and other mundane things, to keep his mind off what she was doing.
"Am I making you nervous?" She demurely asked.
"No, what would make you think that?" He replied.
"You haven't looked at me once since we got in the cab."
He moved slightly to face her, and she brought her hands up behind his neck, and kissed him lightly on the lips, he responded, so she deepened her assault. She kissed him more passionately, her tongue moving between his lips, urging him on.
"Hey!" The cabdriver called. "We're here."
The disengaged themselves, John paid the driver, and they made their way inside.
John excused himself to the bathroom. He could hear the jangle of ice cubes being put into glasses.
"For you." She said, "Heavy on the ice."
He took it and sat. He thought of starting some kind of conversation, but she had no intention of talking, as she placed herself between his legs on the floor, glass in hand.
She undid his belt buckle, and slowly unzipped his pants. She found immediately what she was looking for. She got up on her knees, "Raise up." She commanded.
He raised his hips and she pulled down his pants and boxers in one tug. He kicked off his shoes, and she removed the socks. She took a large cube of ice in her mouth and sucked on it seductively before placing it back in her glass, without another word, she took him between her lips. Her mouth and lips still cold from the ice, moved over his warm, erect, member, gave him a chill like he had never had before. He jumped slightly, "Oh...sweet…oh...God…" He exclaimed, his fingers digging into the arms of the chair as she continued her assault, alternating with using her hand, as she stopped to crunch another piece of ice in her mouth. The alternating hot and cold was a sensation he had never felt before, and was quickly learning to enjoy. Her quick, smooth movements gave him little time to think, as she took him deep into her throat. He wanted her to slow down, she was devouring him, he didn't want this to end too soon. She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, never letting her mouth leave him. He helped himself out of his shirt, leaned over and started on the buttons of her blouse. She had on a front hook bra, which made things much easier, considering the position he was in. He unhooked it, and moved his fingers over her soft breasts. He reached back, took a piece of ice from his glass and moved it to her breast, rubbing it over her now erect nipples. She moaned around him, urging him not to stop. He took a piece of ice in his mouth, reached down, pulled her up from under her arms. He sat her on his lap facing him, and kissed her passionately, moving the ice from his mouth to hers. He briefly kissed her neck, then moved down to her breasts. His tongue, cold from the ice, made her nipples stand erect, and caused goosebumps to raise over her chest and arms. Her moans of pleasure urged him on. He used his fingers to caress and his mouth to please her, alternating sides, fingers flicking at her as her moans intensified.
He carried her to the bed and laid her on the edge, helping her out of her skirt. She had taken off her shoes as they walked in the door, and she wore no hose over her tanned legs. He pulled her skirt off in one fluid motion, and found to his surprise and delight, she was not wearing any panties. He slowly spread her legs, and took another piece of ice into his mouth. He crunched it loudly and slowly began his assault on her. His tongue, at first cold from the ice, warmed in her. He moved his tongue and lips over her, as the crushed ice melted in his mouth. She sat up slightly on her elbows, as he lapped at her. "Oh God" she called out, as she reached down with one hand, caressing his hair and his face. She tangled her hand in his hair and pressed her thighs tightly against his neck as his tongue reached her most sensitive spot. She moved his head up slightly, she wanted to look in those beautiful brown eyes.
Her face was flushed and as their eyes met, she threw her head back, arched her back and moaned loudly. "Don't stop, oh please...."
He had no intention of stopping now. He moved his tongue in her, as he moved his hands up to caress her breasts, fingers flicking her erect nipples. Her thighs loosened then again, tightened around his neck, as she gasped. He moved his hands back down to the floor, where his glass stood, stuck his fingers in the cold liquid, and brought his fingers back up to her breasts. She shivered from the cold liquid and at what he was doing to her. She moved both arms behind her to prop herself up, she had had her share of lovers, but this man was intense, he seemed to know exactly what she needed. His ministrations intensified as he noted her breath coming in short pants. He glanced up at her again, her face was flushed, mouth slightly open, he slowed slightly as she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure.
He gently moved her back flat onto the bed, giving her a moment to recover. He kissed and licked his way back up her body to her lips, finally kissing her passionately. She was left breathless. He moved his lips back down over her neck, lightly sucking, his legs encasing hers, his lithe body covering her. She reached around him and they moved together, placing herself atop him. She kissed him, and moved her tongue in his mouth, exploring, tasting him. She moved down his neck, back up to his ears, using her tongue in the folds of his ears, he gasped and held his breath, she had found something he liked. She lingered at his ear, nipping slightly at his earlobes before moving down toward his chest. She sat up and grabbed at the bucket on the nightstand, removing another piece of ice. She held it above his chest, and let it drip on his nipples, sending shivers down his chest. She took the erect nipple into her mouth, and let her warm tongue replace the shivers of cold, with shivers of pleasure. "Mmmm man..." he said as she worked her way down his chest and flicked her tongue over his belly. She worked her way back down to his hard penis, and took it in her hand. She moved him to the edge of the bed, and kneeled on the floor in front of him. She slowly moved her lips over him, until she had him completely engulfed in her mouth. She slowly worked her way back up, her tongue flicking over the head, while her fingers found the glass on the floor. She soaked her fingers in the cold liquid, and used her frigid fingers to caress him. He jumped slightly, surprised by the cold intrusion, replaced by a moan of delight as she ran her cold hand behind her warm lips.
She moved back up on the bed, and straddled him. The bed now drenched from the spilled ice water. She leaned over and kissed him passionately. She slowly moved her hips down over his erection, as he thrust up into her warmth. They moved slowly together, and as his thrusts intensified, he sat up and took her in his arms. His face flushed, perspiration standing out on his forehead and chest. He kissed her lightly on her lips, moving to her neck and there he rested his head. His arms holding her shoulders, they moved together. He moaned as she moved her hips back and forth over him, they fit together so perfectly. He reached back and firmly placed his hands on her hips. She used her knees on the bed, as he lifted her to allow him to thrust deeper within her. She knew she was going to climax again, she gasped as his thrusts grew more urgent, and his breathing had become ragged. His head remained on her neck, he spoke softly into her ear, urging her on…his moans of pleasure intensifying with each thrust. They held onto each other as her entire body shook with her climax. He slowed to allow her to catch her breath, and turned her over onto the bed, once again covering her body with his. His thrusts were deep and slow as they made and held eye contact. He was making small, strangled sounds in his throat as his head fell forward once more toward her neck. She parted her legs further, and moved her hands down his back to the back of his thighs, and used her hands to push him deeper and harder inside her, her hips thrusting up toward him urging him on. He lifted himself up off of her body, thrusting deep and hard, her legs spread wide for him. A single drop of sweat fell from his chest to hers as he cried out his release. They clung together, catching their breath. He gently held her, kissed her breasts, her neck, and finally softly kissed her lips. He smiled at her, his smile reaching the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen. She again, melted. His smile was something she had never been able get enough of.
When their breathing had returned to normal, he softly said, "We should have done this a long time ago Susan."
"Most definitely." She agreed, then suggested that one of them needs to go get a new bucket of ice.....