The limousine sits waiting in front of the hotel. We cross the lobby holding hands and continue through the large glass doors to where the chauffeur waits holding the door for us. All eyes are on you, and I never consider doubting that I am the luckiest man alive. I tip the driver as we get in the rear of the limo and she closes the door behind us. Once inside, you sit across from me with your back to the driver. The privacy glass, separating us and the driver, is down and I tell the driver where we wish to go. With the press of a button, the driver raises the dark tinted window and we are alone. The limousine pulls away from the hotel. We have about twenty minutes to share with each other, before we get to the restaurant.
I pull a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket on my left and pour two glasses. I hand the first to you and you take it from my hand. Again you cross your legs as you did in the hotel room, but this time left over right. I marvel at how you can make such a simple act so incredibly sexy and inviting. You recognize what this does to me and enjoy that you have the ability to fluster me so easily. I just shake my head, smile and lean back in the seat with my drink. If I spent all night just sitting here looking at you, it would be the best night of my life. We take a moment to catch our breath from all that has happened since we arrived at the airport earlier. We make small talk and sip on the champagne. We giggle and laugh and revel in the fact that we are finally together.
We finish the first drink and I pour us both another. Instead of sitting back down, I walk across the floor on my knees to bring you your drink. I hand the glass to you and set mine down on the console to your left. Still on my knees in front of you, I take your left ankle in my left hand and slowly uncross your legs. I move up between your legs and as I do I push your dress farther up on your thighs. I take your glass from your right hand and raise it up and press it against your left cheek. It is very cold. Slowly, I trace the glass down from your cheek along the side of your neck and to your chest, just above the top of your dress. Here I roll the glass from my right to left across your bare skin. The contrast between the cold glass and your warm flesh brings your nipples erect instantly. I smile at the response and lean forward to kiss you as I continue to roll the glass back and forth.
Before I can press my lips to yours, you turn your head and place your lips against my left ear and whisper, "If you really want to see something, why don't you give me a glass of ice." As you finish speaking, you flick your tongue along the middle of my ear, and then you continue... "If you REALLY want to that is." A shutter passes through my body and I wonder what kind of show you are going to give me now. Unable to reach the bar from my kneeling position, I back my way out from between your legs. As I begin to turn away from you, I catch a glimpse of bare naked thigh that I have exposed by pushing your dress up. You are wearing stockings with garters. I look up at you at the same time that I realize that my mouth is hanging open. You giggle and pull your dress back to its original position and say, "The ice, please!" Finally, I turn and grab a heavy glass, scoop up a bunch of ice and return it to you. "Why don't you sit back down over there where you were," you say with a smile on your face. Still not sure of what you intend to do, I grin and take my seat across from you.
Your gaze drops to my crotch. I am very hard after realizing that you are wearing stockings. It excites me to the extreme. You continue to stare at the bulge in my slacks as you dip your fingers into the glass of ice. Slowly and very deliberately you pull out a large piece and with your right hand, run it along your left jaw. You trace your jaw from your chin to your neck and then down across your chest. Your nipples stiffen again and you say, "Why don't you take it out so I can see it... it looks a little too confined to be comfortable." I look to your eyes but they never move from between my legs. I look around and confirm that all the windows are tinted so that no one can see in, similar to the one separating us from the driver. "You seem a little nervous," you say through an evil little grin. "Maybe a little motivation would help," you whisper and without breaking your stare, your legs slowly spread apart. As your thighs part, again the dress is forced up around your waist. The top of your stockings are very visible. There seems to be two garters attached to each, that I can see, and I suspect another on the back side. You spread your legs a bit further and I can see a small triangle of what seems to be a very sheer fabric covering your labia. In this position, I can tell little else about the extent or style of your panties other than they appear to be black as well.
Without further hesitation, I unbutton my slacks and slide the zipper down. The head of my cock has been sticking out the top of the black thong I am wearing since your breath hit the back of my neck in the hotel room. I slowly lower the slacks to just above my knees and your smile widens at the minimal amount of material that remains around my waist. Still without moving your eyes, you release the large piece of ice and it slides down your chest and disappears below the top of your dress, between your breasts. "You do not want me to have to come over there and take that off," you say while pulling out another large piece of ice. Not necessarily agreeing with you, I hook both thumbs under he elastic at my sides and, while raising my ass off the seat, slide the thong down my thighs to where the slacks are. "Among other things, that looks much more comfortable," you say without being able to hide the grin on your face.
"Why don't you touch yourself," you whisper and then continue... "I will if you will." Not being able to resist seeing your hands all over your body, I grab my erect cock in my right hand and stare at your gorgeous body as I begin to slowly stroke it up and down. "You remember pouring that ice cold water on me while I was in the shower," you say in a very vengeful voice. I look up and now you are staring me right in the eyes. I have a very bad feeling this is not going to go like I thought, somehow. "That was not very nice." you continue "and you are going to pay for that... you know that don't you?" I try to contain myself but instead I burst out laughing. I know I probably should not be laughing but the image of your face as you came running out of that shower is just too much. I throw my head back still laughing but trying to regain my composure when I feel your hands on my thighs. You take my slacks and thong over my knees and down to my ankles. You spread my knees wide apart, and almost before I realize what you re doing you are kneeling in front of me.
You slide your lips around my cock and take almost the entire length into your mouth. Only then do I recognize that the second piece of ice is in your mouth as well. I gasp for breath as your hot tongue and the cold from the ice engulf me. Unconsciously, I begin to straighten my legs and lift myself off the seat but you put your hands on the top of my upper thighs and force me back to a sitting position. I am not laughing any more. My head is about to explode from the sudden turn of events. You slide me deep into your mouth and I feel the tip of my cock brush against the back of your throat. You continue to hold me down with your left hand as your right reaches under and grabs both of my balls and gently tugs them toward the floor. Ever so slowly, and with great suction and pressure, you slide the entire length of me out from between your lips.
