#Ice

I've shared plenty of my intimate escapades, often with partners I've connected with multiple times, savoring every second. This time, though, I'm diving into a one-off encounter - a fleeting, electric moment with someone I never saw again. But let me be clear: this was someone I'd known for years, someone who'd always sparked something in me. That evening, I checked in with my partner before heading out to a rooftop lounge. We have this mutual understanding - it's not about asking permission but ensuring we're on the same page and know each other's whereabouts in case of emergencies. So, I met up with my girlfriends at the lounge, ready for a night of fun. It was live music night, with a band playing soulful covers, perfect for losing ourselves in the rhythm and lyrics. My friends and I ordered cocktails - mojitos and martinis flowing freely. A group of guys approached, offering to buy us drinks. We didn't know them, so we politely declined. As the night wore on, more drinks in hand, they sent over a bottle of prosecco as a gesture. We sent it back, keeping our vibe tight. One of the guys seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him through the haze of music and laughter. Around 1 a.m., the lounge started winding down, so we decided to hit a nearby dance club just a short walk away. The club was buzzing, and it seemed half the lounge crowd had the same idea. We danced, laughed, and sipped more drinks, completely caught up in the moment. The DJ gave a shout-out to our table, which made us cheer wildly. During a break, the DJ sauntered over - and I recognized him instantly. His name was Marcus, a former colleague from my old marketing gig. Marcus was striking - a bit husky, not too tall, with warm brown eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a neatly trimmed goatee that gave him a rugged charm. I'd always found him attractive back in the day, despite his stocky build. We got to chatting, and he mentioned he liked to invite women to join him on the DJ platform to keep the energy high. He called up a few other groups, then us. My friends and I climbed up, moving to the beat. The chemistry between Marcus and me was palpable - our playful glances and synchronized moves had my heart racing and my body tingling. The cocktails and pulsing music had me burning with anticipation. We stepped down after a bit - rules are rules - and kept dancing below. The guys from the lounge reappeared, sitting nearby, their eyes locked on us. We ignored them, lost in our own world. My partner called to check in, and I assured him I was fine, promising to be home later. We hung up. One of the lounge guys approached me. He looked familiar, but in my buzzed state, I couldn't pin it down. He wore a navy blazer, was tall and wiry, with a faint scar above his eyebrow. He asked me to dance, and I agreed. After a couple of songs, we parted ways, returning to our tables. Marcus kept sending shout-outs our way, and our eyes kept meeting, each glance stoking the fire inside me. My imagination was running wild, and I was already so turned on. The guy in the blazer asked me to dance again, and we did, our bodies close but not too close. By 4 a.m., the club announced they'd close unless tables ordered at least $250 worth of drinks to extend the night. We pooled our cash, and more cocktails arrived. One of my friends, Lily, was practically asleep at the table, while the rest of us kept the party going. The blazer guy came over again, saying he'd reserved a private lounge area and invited me to "chat." I knew it wasn't just about talking, but curiosity - and a spark of excitement - led me to grab my clutch and follow. In the dimly lit lounge, he introduced himself as Nathan, but his friends called him "Stretch." Then he hit me with a shocker - he was my partner's cousin! Yes, you heard that right. He explained he was the son of my partner's aunt's cousin, and we'd met at our engagement party and a few family barbecues. I was stunned. He confessed he'd always found me attractive and leaned in for a kiss. I pulled back, saying I didn't want any drama. He respected that, offering to walk me out later. I said I'd stick around a bit. We left the lounge, and, true to his word, we only talked - nothing more. Still, the forbidden thrill of it all had me aching with desire, though I knew I couldn't act on it without risking trouble. The club was nearly empty by then, with only a few stragglers left. We decided to head out. As we were leaving, Marcus gave us another shout-out and queued up a final track. He jogged over, asking us to wait so he could drive us home after his set. Lily was out cold, Ava was ready to leave, and Zoe had an early shift, so we couldn't wait long. Marcus insisted on driving us, and we agreed. Stretch watched as I climbed into Marcus's SUV with my friends. We dropped my friends off one by one. I was the most sober - or so I thought, especially after the cousin revelation snapped me out of my haze. After the last drop-off, Marcus said he'd forgotten his hoodie at the club and asked if I'd come with him to grab it. I agreed, enjoying his company and, let's be honest, drawn to his rugged charm. He parked, then invited me inside for a quick drink. The club was deserted - just us, the neon lights casting a soft glow. He poured me a bourbon, and we talked, the air thick with tension. It was nearly 6 a.m., and I said I had to go, thanking him for the great conversation. He asked if I was sure, then closed the distance between us and kissed me, his lips firm and warm. It was the moment I'd been craving, but I played it coy, murmuring, "I'm taken." He smirked, saying he knew - he'd seen my partner drop me off at work before and didn't care. His hands roamed my body, urgent and hungry, squeezing my curves as he deepened the kiss. I slid my hand over his jeans, feeling him harden under my touch. He peeled off his shirt and pants, revealing his stocky frame, and I followed, stripping down to my lace bra and panties. Our kisses grew frantic, tongues dancing, as I pressed myself against him. I climbed onto the bar, the cool surface a sharp contrast to my heated skin. He grabbed an ice cube, slipping it between his lips, and knelt between my legs. The icy chill against my most sensitive spot sent shivers through me as his tongue swirled, the cold melting into warmth. His fingers teased my entrance, sliding in just enough to make me gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming - the ice, his lips, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm, drawing soft moans from me as I gripped the edge of the bar. Then it was my turn. I slid his boxers down, and - holy hell - his member was short but impossibly thick, like nothing I'd ever seen. The tip was small, almost delicate, but the shaft was a challenge, broad and heavy. I started slowly, my lips wrapping around the head, tasting him as I worked my way down. It was intimidating, but I took my time, savoring the way he groaned. He guided my head, urging me deeper, and I obliged, my jaw stretching to accommodate him. My tongue swirled along the underside, and I felt him pulse, his grip tightening in my hair. I kept going, even as my jaw ached, lost in the intensity of pleasing him. I pulled back, breathless, and he asked if I was enjoying it. I nodded, my voice husky as I said, "Hell yes." He positioned himself between my breasts, and I pressed them together, letting him move against me. The friction was electric, his groans fueling my own desire. He asked if I had protection, and I dug two condoms from my clutch. To my shock, the first wouldn't fit - too tight for his girth. We tried the second, stretching it carefully until it just barely worked. I leaned against the bar, one leg propped on a stool, my body open to him. He positioned himself behind me, easing in slowly. The stretch was intense, a mix of sharp pleasure and a hint of pain, filling me in a way that made my breath catch. But the angle wasn't quite right - he couldn't go as deep as I craved. I guided him to the floor, laying him on the pile of discarded clothes. Straddling him, still in my stilettos, I took control, guiding his thick length into me inch by inch. My hands braced on his chest, I moved, slow at first, then faster, watching his face contort with pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, then my breasts, pinching my nipples as I rode him, the sensation sending sparks through me. It was incredible, but my heels were killing me, and I needed more. I shifted, leaning against the bar again, urging him to take me. We tried, but the angle still wasn't perfect. I dropped to my knees on the floor, arching my back in my favorite position - on all fours, ready for him. He knelt behind me, sliding in with a slow, deliberate thrust. The stretch was exquisite, his thickness opening me up as he moved, his hands gripping my hips. He tugged my hair gently, a light spank landing on my skin, and I moaned, begging for more. The rhythm built, our bodies syncing, but his length kept him from hitting that deepest spot I craved. I rocked back against him, matching his thrusts, determined to feel every inch. We went at it for what felt like forever, lost in the heat of it. I shifted again, lying on the clothes, legs spread wide. He teased me with his fingers, circling my clit with slick precision, making me writhe. I begged for him, and he obliged, lifting my legs to his shoulders and sliding in. His fingers kept working my clit as he thrust, slow and deep, then faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his back. His pace quickened, sweat beading on his brow, his face flushed as he moved harder, faster. My moans filled the empty club, mingling with the faint hum of the neon lights. He hit his peak, his body shuddering as he groaned, collapsing against me. He'd finished, but I was still on edge, my body humming with unspent desire. He lay beside me, catching his breath. I excused myself to the bathroom, grabbing my clothes. When I returned, we were both dressed, my stilettos back on. He drove me home, the silence between us comfortable but charged. He mentioned he worked weekends at the club and invited me back. I smiled, saying I'd had fun but hadn't quite gotten there. He promised a next time. I never returned while he was DJing, though. At home, my partner was fast asleep. Still buzzing, I needed release. I slipped into the bathroom, cleaned up, and grabbed my vibrator. Closing my eyes, I pictured Marcus - his hands, his mouth, that impossible thickness - and let the toy work its magic. My fingers circled my clit, the vibrations pushing me higher until I shattered, my body trembling as I finally found my release. Exhausted, I showered, made coffee, and started the day. My partner didn't seem to notice when I'd gotten home - or so I believe.

I step into the dimly lit living room and see you in your hot pants and long Bordeaux red top, reading on the couch with a half-full glass of red wine on the small table next to you. I dim the light a little more and slowly approach you. I offer you my hand and pull you up to me and very close to me. I rest my head on your shoulder and breathe in your sweet scent. I turn you around and stand directly behind you. Breathe in your perfume. I put your hair over your left shoulder while I slowly kiss your neck on the right side, slowly I kiss my way over your neck to the left side, I put my hair down on the right side and now kiss your neck on the left side, gently I suck on you. I run my hands down your body over your arms until I reach your hips and run my hands around them. I pull you a little closer to me and let my hands glide over your stomach while I continue to cover your neck with kisses. I slowly slide under your top and run my warm hands upwards, exposing your belly and running them tenderly over it. I carefully push us towards the back of the sofa, letting my fingers slide under the waistband of your hot pants. With my upper body, I press yours onto the upper edge of the back of the sofa and continue to run my hands inside your pants. With my hands in your pants, I start to slip them off and move downwards, kissing your back. Your shorts fall to the floor and cover your feet. I start to cover your bottom with kisses. I kneel behind you and run my hands down your thighs. You put your thighs a little further apart and press your bottom into my face. I run my tongue slowly up and down your lips. Hold your bottom a little tighter with my hands. You arch your back and show me that you like my touch. I have hidden a small bowl of ice cubes under the sofa, I grab one of them and touch your bottom with it. You get goose bumps and moan softly, at the same time you look backwards and say almost silently, you fucking bastard. I look at you with a smile and kiss away the drops that have formed from the ice cubes and are running down your bottom. At the same time, I grab another ice cube and run it over your lips, which are already slightly shiny with moisture. You startle, only to relax again immediately and then moan a loud oooooooooooh yaaaaaaaaa as I insert the ice cube. I continue to kiss and my way up your buttocks and down your thighs, the melted water from the ice cubes runs down the insides of your thighs from your lips. My hands now grasp your buttocks firmly and pull them apart a little, from bottom to top through your lips. I stand up and run my fingers over your back and take you by the hand so that we can walk around the couch. When we reach the seat, I ask you to sit down. You comply with my request and lean back. I kneel down in front of you and grab your lower legs and place them on my shoulders to the left and right. I lower my head and kiss the insides of your thighs upwards in the direction of the sweet scent that your little honey pot emits. Kiss me further towards your shiny lips. Suck me close to you and your light wetness into me. You move your legs, cross them behind my head and pull me closer to you, I open my mouth and sink my tongue between your lips, you respond to my penetration with a soft hmm, yay. I run my hands under your bottom and pull you closer to me. The tip of my tongue goes up and down inside you. You taste me smacking as I briefly pull my tongue out. I continue to touch you, I open my mouth and suck on your clitoris. The tip of my tongue hits your pearl again and again. I pull my hands out from under your bottom and run them over your thighs to gently pull your lips apart while I gently bite into your clitoris and pull outwards. Your squirming becomes a little more uncontrolled and you let out a soft, pleasurable moan. I briefly detach myself from you to take an ice cube into my mouth without you noticing. Then I continue my caresses. I can feel your goose bumps on my fingers. I run my cold tongue inside you again while my hands wander over your hips and up to your breasts. Your hard nipples are waiting for me there, which I twirl with my fingers. I comply with your request and slowly push two fingers in from below, slowly pull them out again and slowly back in, again and again. Irregularly, however, I insert them into you quickly and a little harder. I continue to suck and nibble on your clitoris with relish. My thumb touches your rosette again and again as I insert my fingers into your increasingly wet honey pot. Again and again you let out an oh, an mmh, a yes. Suddenly my thumb is gone, an ohhh yesaa both holes escape your mouth. I enlarge my licking radius and also spoil your rosette with my tongue. My fingers continue to knead and twirl your breasts and nipples. I start to increase my kissing and licking radius even further and move upwards over your stomach, over your breasts to your face. You smile at me and start to taste your wetness. While I let my tongue disappear into your mouth, I slowly take off my shorts and kneel closer to the couch. I simply place my already hard cock on your wet lips and let it slide back and forth. I pull it back a little and very slowly and carefully insert just my tip. I pull my tip out again and lightly slap your shiny lips with my hard friend. I push it into you again. This time halfway in. Then I pull it out again and look at it as it is half wet with your honey. I smack it on your lips again, this time a little harder than the first time. Then I push it into you again. A little deeper this time, about two thirds. I pull it back again, but now leave the tip in. Push it in again and back up to the tip. I stay like this for a moment and remove the tip again. I can see you expecting me to hit you with it again. But I just put it down and watch you. You close your eyes and seem to relax. At that moment, I strike your pulsating lips again. You startle and moan at the same time, goose bumps cover your heated body. Take me, you say to me, show me how much you desire me. I shallowly run my hard phallus over your lips, which are red with blood. Your wetness sticks to me, I do it, I insert my shiny tip again, halfway in and out again, in and out again. Back in and now all the way in, our pools touch, I pull it back to the tip, wait a tiny moment and then drive it into you at lightning speed. The sound of our pools slapping together fills the living room with a bang, the candle on the small side table flickers from the slight breeze caused by my movement. I remain in this position, moving from your knees up over your thighs with only my fingertips touching you. Goose bumps cover your entire body. I lean forward and kiss my way back up over your stomach to your breasts. I alternate between sucking and biting both nipples. At the same time, I pull my hard phallus out of you a little and then push it back in again. I slowly begin to move into you in a rhythm. I rise up again and wrap my hands around your hips. Slowly I speed up and thrust a little harder. My hands run over your pubic area and to your clitoris, my thumb touches it and you seem to explode slightly. A quiet yes, give me more, don't stop escapes your mouth. Our rhythm gets faster and faster, the slapping together of our pelvises fills the room with a constant sound. Our bodies begin to sweat, our heat is added to the warmth of the living room, your forehead begins to glisten from the light coating of sweat, just like the rest of your body. I take in the slightly salty taste as we kiss. Then I stop briefly, remove my phallus from your honey pot and offer you my hand. I pull you up to me, we change positions, I sit down on the sofa and lean back. My hard friend stands shiny from your nectar from me, ready to sit on it, you turn your back to me and take a step back between my legs, go to your knees and grasp my cock with your hand, you wiggle it slightly as you go even further to your knees to position it between your wet lips. When the tip is back in you, you let yourself fall onto my thighs and take a deep breath. Then you start to circle your pelvis and lean back slightly. My hands grip your hips and accompany your movements. You start to move up and down at the same time as my spear moves in and out. I enjoy the sight of your tight ass, my hard spear and your open paradise, which now seems to be so wet that it's literally leaking out of you. To make your movements a little wilder again, I slap your bottom with my hands on the left and right, slight marks are visible, you give me an oh yes while you look over your left shoulder. I pull you back slightly by your arm and your sweaty back touches my sweaty chest. My hands run up over your stomach to your breasts and massage them more than vigorously, my fingers twirl your hard nipples to give you a soft, purring oh yes, that's so hot, keep going my stud. Move my hands down again and run them over your wet pearl and massage it with my thumb. Your squirming gets faster, your breathing gets faster too. You now take your breasts into your own hands and massage your nipples. I can feel the contractions of your honey pot on my hard phallus. It feels like a massage. You move your upper body forwards, bend your knees slightly and move up and down my pleasure giver. A wonderful view reveals itself to me. After a few up and down movements, you release my friend back into freedom, turn around and get down on your knees. Your hands touch my thighs and give me goose bumps. With your head down, you look at me with a look that tells me it's my turn now. Your hands continue to run up my thighs, your left hand caresses my testicles and your right hand devotes itself to my still protruding playmate, who is looking forward to your caresses with a wonderful glow. I close my eyes and can't see that in the meantime you have also taken an ice cube out of the bowl and put it in your mouth. When your ice-cold lips touch the tip of my shaft, I startle and move my pelvis slightly off the couch. My tip disappears completely into your mouth and I shiver because I hadn't expected it to be so cold. Goose bumps cover my entire body. Your delicate fingertips run along the sides of my thighs towards my bottom and then up to my stomach. My hard phallus still fills your mouth. You open your lips and slowly release it. Light threads of spit cling to it and move towards your tongue. The tip of your tongue caresses my bare glans because your hand has pulled back my foreskin so far that it is exposed. It glistens beautifully in the candlelight. Your tongue moves around the glans and licks the individual drops that emerge from the small hole with relish. You moan softly and sympathetically as my salty taste flows into your mouth. You bend your head forward again, close your mouth a little and your teeth touch my bare glans very gently. I explode inside and run my hands through your hair and breathe softly to you, oh yes, you're doing wonderfully. Keep going, don't stop. Without moving your head, you look up and I can see in your gaze that my words weren't necessary. You close your mouth again and take me a little deeper into you. I close my eyes again and enjoy your caresses while my hands continue to run through your hair. A soft smacking fills the living room, I enjoy your touches and your caresses on my hard phallus, which is about to burst. You open your mouth and release it into freedom, but lick the still exposed glans and very slowly down the shaft until you reach my testicles, your hands were already there before and massaged them gently. You treat them very gently. I am completely relaxed and enjoy your every touch. Your fingertips, still cold from the ice cubes, feel like tiny pinpricks on my skin. In combination with your hot breath, it's a wonderful change. You open your mouth again and try to take one of my testicles into your mouth while you start massaging my protruding boyfriend again with your hand. You let my foreskin slide over my glans again and again to pull it down in the opposite direction so far that it almost hurts. I notice how your treatment causes more and more pressure to build up inside me and it doesn't take long before I have to relieve myself. You also seem to notice this and slow down your manual movements. You become slower and slower. Until suddenly there are no more touches from you. I keep my eyes closed and hear you stand in front of me and look at me. After a brief moment of silence, I notice that you put your feet on the couch to the left and right of me. I open my eyes a little and see your wet honey pot making its way to my face. Your wet, seemingly glowing hot lips press against my lips. You move your pelvis to the right and left, spreading your wetness over my face, the tip of my tongue slightly out. In the meantime, my hands run up your lower legs until they reach your bottom. I hold your bottom firmly and stop your movements. My tongue continues to drive out of my mouth and into you. Like a small phallus, I start to penetrate your paradise, which is starting to produce honey again. Your breathing quickens, your hands run over your breasts and massage your hard nipples again, even if it's not too easy due to the softness of the sofa, you try to move your pelvis up and down. I try to keep up with you with my tongue and not withdraw from you so that I always stay in contact with you. More and more of your tasty nectar escapes you, your breathing becomes faster and faster. First you start very quietly with a hmm, followed by an aaa, a yes. Slowly you get louder and an oh how horny, I'm cumming, hmm, escapes you. Then it becomes very quiet for a moment and your movements stop, only to explode in a loud yaaaaaaaa, I'm cumming. Your trembling knees give way and you fall onto me.