The Bartender

Sam's young, say 22 or so and pretty fit. She reaches
up to tie her light brown hair back into a ponytail
and her shirt rides up revealing a teddy bear tattoo
on her belly, just left of her navel.

She's lying on my bed, her hands above her head, bound
by a carefully knotted silk tie, which I in turn tied
to wooden slat on the head board. Her shirt is in a
bundle on her wrists, and her pants and underwear are
on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her eyes are
closed as she willfully blinds herself to sight,
choosing to let her body alone introduce her to the
sensations to come. I pull an ice cube out of my
whiskey glass and hold it over her neck. She smiles
and cranes her neck a bit as the first drop hit her
pulse, and rolls off her neck, leaving a small trail.
The next cold drop hits on the cleft at the base of
her neck and pools. My tongue reaches through puddle,
instantly warming it.

"Mmmmmmm..."

I drag the cube along her collarbone, just teasing the
edge of the curve. I see bumps of sensitivity rise on
her skin. I lift the cube off and let a drop fall next
to her nipple. I watch in fascination as it leaves a
cold trail, rolling off to the center of her chest. I
let the next drop land on her nipple squarely, then
touch the cube there. The water rushes forth over her
hot skin as it builds a river off her side to the bed
below. I lift the cube off and replace it with the
warmth of my mouth. I suck gently, but run my soft
warm tongue over her flesh, melting the cool barrier
away.

"Oahhhhhh..."

Her breathing is becoming less rhythmic, time to dial
it up some. I touch the cube to her other nipple
briefly, then enthusiastically start licking it,
keeping in trapped in my warm hot mouth. I let it fall
from from the suction reluctantly as I leave the ice
cube between my teeth, letting my cool damp fingers
fall between her legs, softly kneading the wet mess
below, feeling my around, discovering her. With my
mouth I drag the cube along the edge of her rib cage,
tracing the line, letting letting it go and watching
it skate down to her navel, settling in a small
half-circle. My mouth quickly reclaims the rapidly
shrinking shard of ice as my fingers penetrate her for
the first time.

"YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

I lead with the cube as I test the outline of her
tattoo, describing its features with the cold, leaving
it cold as I drop my face lower, my tongue reaches
from under the ice to touch her most sensitive flesh.
The cool water runs in a river down my tongue, mixing
the warmth and the cold together on her clit, the wave
sof sensation riding together blending. My finger is
sliding smoothly in and out of her as my tongue flicks
away, throwing the last watery remnants of the ice
around.

"MMMMMMMmmmmmmmm...yessssssssss..."

I pull my fingers out and lift my mouth away. Her eyes
flash open as the sudden cessation of pleasure to find
mine above her. I see the burning desire in her eyes
in the flash before they close and her head lifts to
mine kissing me. As I press my tongue into her mouth,
I settle my weight over her and press myself into her.
I feel her involuntary moan into my mouth as I push my
full length into her, burying myself in the warm
sleeve stretched around me. Her legs cross behind
behind me, willing me to move. I keep myself lodged
deeply inside her, rocking my hips, keeping on the
barest of motions. Her body undulates below me,
pulling and pushing me into longer and longer motions.
I break the kiss and open my eyes, watching her face
as she reaches hard for the lofty goal, pushing
herself, focusing her whole world into the inches in
her center, feeling the waves of hot, wild excitement
bursting out from inside her...

I blink, and see my tab dropped on the bar in front of
me. Sam gives me a friendly smile as she takes the
tenner, no change. I always feel like I owe people a
little more for making an appearance in my mind.