Our meeting

Why the need to walk? Driving would have been much better. Being outside was akin to trying to breathe through a soaked goose down comforter - the hot air was so thick I could not draw it deep enough into my lungs and the humidity suffocated me. At least I'll get some relief once I get in there. Or so I had thought. But something was wrong. As the door lazily swung open the icy blast I was counting on did not pursue it. What the Hell? Where is the rickety clunk of the air conditioner? Where is the relief? Why doesn't he have the air on? Intolerable!

The wait was unbearable; the music was so soft that the fly buzzing around the dingy window was deafening, the water cooler was empty, the freezer bare of any ice chips, the air was heavier inside than out, even the flowers were wilting (not that that made any difference). As the seconds ticked into minutes our meeting steadily grew closer yet that did nothing to soothe away the discomfort the day had already wrought.

Finally the time came to enter that back room. Any hopes of finally escaping the heat diminished as the heavy door quietly opened. Despite the frantic spinning of the ceiling fan, the heat was unyielding. Thankfully the gossamer dress was no barrier to the only relief to be found - sitting upon the shiny metallic stool normally reserved for him, coolness was felt instantaneously. As the last hint of cool metal whimpered into a clammy stool beneath my overheated body the door eased open and he sauntered in as though the air conditioner was running full blast; as though I had not just sweat out 15 pounds in this infernal sauna, but that was fine, I could play calm and collected too.

"How's it going?" He actually asked me.

"Not so well, I am not so sure about this you know."

"It's ok, it's normal to be nervous. Should we get started then?" He said, offering his hand to help me up.

Wow, nothing like getting right down to business huh. I noticed his hand was cold when I placed my palm in his. Feeling his cool skin sent a shock through me. Surprised I looked into his eyes and as his full lips spread into a grin I felt my knees weaken. Standing there so close to him I could smell the spicy scent of his aftershave, God it smelt delicious. Chuckling he extracted his hand from mine and placed it on the small of my back, pulling me a little closer to him. My heart skipped a few beats and I could feel the telltale signs of desire between my legs. I don't know how we had lasted this long. . .

Gingerly he reached his left hand behind my head and skillfully pulled the clip from my hair. He did it so gently that I barely noticed the weight easing from my shoulders as my hair settled along my back. His head dropped closer to mine, I could feel his cool breath on my lips as I moistened them with my tongue. He entwined his fingers in my hair, slowly brought my face closer to his and lightly kissed me. His lips were cool to the touch, firm yet soft. He was soon pressed against my body, I could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Mmm" I groaned as I stepped away "I am sorry, it's just too damn hot for this" I told him. To my surprise he grinned in a wicked way, chuckled and said "God how I was hoping you'd say that." Quickly he stepped towards his desk, immediately I felt a damp air where his body had been. Curiously I watched as he stooped down, opened the mini fridge door and withdrew a glass bowl of ice. Now I knew why the ice had been gone from the refrigerator and why his skin and lips were so cool to the touch. But how was ice going to make me chance my mind? Did he expect me to take an ice bath or something? I sure hope not because that's not going to happen, I thought.

It took him two steps to return to me. He set the bowl down on the stool and withdrew two ice cubes from it. With a piece of ice in each hand he touched the cube in his right hand to my lips and put the other to his own. The ice felt heavenly. I stood there letting him trace the cube across my lips. As he sucked the other cube into his mouth I parted my own lips and licked the droplets from it. The crisp cold drop was exquisite. I opened my mouth further so he could give me the cube but instead of putting it in my mouth he bent his head to mine and kissed me again. His cold tongue caressed my own as I licked at the melting ice cube in his mouth. Greedily I grabbed him by the waist and sucked the cube into my own mouth. He kissed my cool lips as I let the icy water drip down my throat. As the ice cold droplets slid down my throat I noticed the other ice cube he had been holding as he slid it along my throat, chasing its water trail with soft sucking kisses. The ice cube slowly slipped down the deep neckline of my dress, he lapped up the trail it left behind with his warm tongue. As the ice crested the top of my breast he lost control and it plummeted to its resting place, snugly between my breasts. The cold was exquisite after the heat of the day - I could feel it snake down my stomach to my left thigh.

Undeterred he grabbed another ice cube and began to trail it along the other side of my throat while the first cube lay to rest, melting and slowly cooling my body. He took his time kissing and licking at the watery trail the ice left on my skin. I began to squirm in anticipation. His free hand found the zipper at my back and slowly tugged it down while he played the ice across my exposed skin. As the zipper slid down to my lower back the new ice cube he was using fell to rest again snugly between my ample breasts. This time, however, he followed its decent - his mouth hot on the already cooled skin. His tongue, darting around the ice cube, dislodged it and brought it into his mouth while he slipped my dress off my shoulders.

To his surprise, I was not wearing a bra beneath my dress. He took his time teasing my nipples erect with new ice cubes, following the cold with his warm tongue. As the arctic water met my nipples he would tease them ever harder, watching as the puckered tighter only to soothe them with his hot tongue. Quickly they were taut with desire, my legs were wobbling with temptation and any sense of hesitation had fled my mind without a second thought. I put my shaking hands on his shoulders and told him I was feeling a bit dizzy. He chuckled and guided me towards his desk where I was able to lean against it and attempt to gather my wits while he proceeded in pulling my dress over my hips, letting it pool around my feet on the bare floor.

He stood arm's length away and continued to trace the ice cubes along my body. I watched his eyes glimmer as the ice glazed over my stomach. Shocked at his audacity I grabbed hold of his hand as he brought the ice further up my inner right thigh. That's when he took half a step closer and kissed me. His tongue played with mine; I was barely conscience of him pushing me back on the desk and wiggling his way between my thighs until he produced yet another frigid ice cube. He traced lines on my inner thighs slowly working his way closer to my quivering center while his tongue teased my nipples and my fingers played in the light stubble on his head. Ever so slowly he licked his way south following the trail the ice had left moments ago. I lost any sense of inhibitions. He traced an icy trail over my stomach, stopping long enough to suck the water from my belly button. Continuing his downward path the ice cube outlined the apex of my thighs, dampening the downy hair with frigid water until his mouth warmed it as he licked up the trail. Grabbing more ice cubes he squatted down, eye level with my most intimate parts he slid the cubes over my thighs. As I began to shiver with anticipation he brought an ice cube to my center, freezing my throbbing core with the icy water and warming it again with his hot tongue. I hissed in shock as he slowly pushed the cube inside me. He stood, kissed me and saved himself from the lashings of my tongue while his fingers assured the ice cube stayed in place. Soon a trickle of frigid water began to seep from me and he bent down to lap it up. The contrast of his hot, soft tongue compared to the arctic jewel within me was exquisite. He sucked it out of me and took his time warming my core. His tongue caressed and teased me. Just as I could feel myself contracting around his tongue he rose again.

Again he filled me with a freezing rock. Allowing just a few trickles of water to cascade out of me he teased my already taut nipples with another ice cube, cooling them only to warm them again with his hot mouth. Just as the ice within me melted I felt him plunge his cock hard into me. I almost screamed with the sheer pleasure of hot and cold. He stood there motionless for a moment while I flexed against him. As I gained my composure he began pumping in and out, slowly at first. The cold from the ice was barely discernible the more he plunged into me. Eventually he brought me to a quivering mess. I couldn't think let alone talk. It wasn't until I had finally stopped flexing around his shaft that he finally looked deep into my eyes, smiled and plunged deep within only to quiver and throb against me. Throwing my head back I screamed out in complete abandon. I had never felt this way before and only prayed I would feel it again.

ETA: This is a creative writing.