She wasn’t the kind of girl you take home to meet your mother. But then, I had no intention of more than a one-night stand with her. She was gorgeous and aloof, the perfect combination for a no strings attached night of hot kinky fuckery.

I saw her at the club nearly every weekend. And each time I saw her, she was leaving with someone different than the week before. I figured that meant I had a shot and decided to get there early so I could see her walk in.

And walk in she did! There wasn’t a man present who didn’t look in her direction when she came through the door. I watched her walk over to the bar and figured this was as good a time as any to make my move. I followed her and sat down next to her.

“I’ll have what she’s having, and put it on my tab,” I said casually.

The bartender chuckled and handed us each a glass of ice, “It’s on the house.”

I felt a little awkward but tried to play it cool. “Cheers,” I said and clinked my glass against hers.

“You’re a funny guy,” she said. “Looking to get lucky?”

“Just being friendly,” I lied.

She raised an eyebrow, “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that it’s bad manners to lie?”

I grinned, “I’m just being friendly to start, but if you had more in mind, I’d never turn you down.”

“You’re clever, too,” she said, almost smiling. “Most men are either too shy to approach me, or too busy falling all over themselves to win my approval. You, on the other hand, just made it seem like I was propositioning you. It’s a rare man that can surprise me.”

I was about to say something witty and stopped short. My gut told me that she wasn’t going to be an easy lay, but that she would be worth the effort it would take to get her into bed.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asked looking amused.

“Just wondering how come you order the ice without the water,” I said boldly.

“I don’t like it to melt too fast,” she answered, as if that were all the explanation I needed.

I nodded, as if I understood, and she chuckled softly, “You’re so far out of your depth, and you don’t even know it. But you’re easy on the eyes and you have a sexy voice. Dance with me.”

I wasn’t sure if I should be offended or flattered. But I took her by the hand as she took a sip of her melting ice, and I led her to the dance floor.

As luck would have it, the next song was a slow, sultry ballad. She pressed her body against me and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss. Imagine my surprise when she slipped a half-melted ice cube into my mouth. My eyes widened in shock and I was rewarded with a full-on smile and a rich, warm laugh.

“You delight me!” she said as she kissed me, taking what little was left of the ice cube back in her mouth. Then, suddenly, her icy tongue was in my ear and she whispered, “There are many places where I enjoy ice. Would you like to discover them?”

I couldn’t help myself. I grinned like a horny college boy and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

She walked back to the bar and left what I discovered later was her usual twenty-dollar tip (rather generous considering she only ever ordered ice) and crooked her finger to follow her out.

“Your place or mine?” I asked bravely.

“Neither,” she answered brusquely. “Follow me.”

I was amazed at how quickly she could walk in those killer heels, but I kept pace until we got to a limousine.

“Get in,” she said.

Once inside the shiny black stretch, she pushed a button and spoke to the driver in a language I recognized as French, “Stephen, nous emmène à l'hôtel s'il vous plaît.”

She put her hand on my leg and said, “We are headed to a hotel. When we are finished tonight, my driver will take you anywhere you want to go. He understands English well enough, no worries.”

I must admit I had planned this out much differently in my head. But then again, I also wasn’t ever sure I’d be in the position to get this close to the notorious Ice Queen. My brain was trying to tell me to be more careful as I was allowing a complete stranger to drive me off to some place unknown. But my dick kept interrupting with thoughts of driving into what I presumed was a decadent, wet pussy.

The hand on my leg crept up until she rubbed against the bulge that was straining against my slacks.

“I like that you dress up to go to the club. I see your friends sometimes and many of them wear jeans and polos. They look sloppy and wonder why they end up going home alone. But you take the time to look nice. I like that,” she said in a voice that made my loins ache.

I moved a hand to cup one of her breasts and she smiled, “And you’re brave. I like that too.”

Soon we were kissing, and I made a move to reach under her dress when the limo stopped.

“We’re here. Behave until we are in the hotel room, s’il vous plait,” she said slipping into French. She spoke again to the driver, “Garer dans le garage jusqu'à ce que j'aie fini avec le monsieur. Puis emmenez-le là où il veut aller.”

The door of the limo opened, and I got out. I offered her my hand and she stepped out and clung to my arm as if we were lovers. I was a little taken aback when I heard her laugh, “You should look happy, lover, you’re about to fuck the Ice Queen.”

We stepped into the elevator and took it up to the top floor, penthouse suite. The view was spectacular, both outside and inside the room. She slipped the straps off her shoulders seductively, and I watched her dress fall to the floor, leaving her naked except for her heels.

“Take off your clothes, lover,” she said. Who was I to argue? I stripped them off quickly and walked over to her. She handed me the ice bucket, which was conveniently filled, and a set of tongs. Then she led me to the bed and pulled me onto it with her.

“I need you to tease and torment me with ice. If you can satisfy my kinky ice-fetish needs, I will make you cum however you prefer. If not, I won’t leave you frustrated. But a hand-job is all you’ll get. It’s a rare man who has earned the prize. I have great faith in you, lover.”

I simply nodded and took an ice cube from the bucket with the tongs. “Lie back,” I instructed her. Then I very gently touched the ice cube to her left nipple and was rewarded with a moan.

I rubbed the ice slowly in a circular motion and watched the melted water run down her breast. Her hips moved seductively, so I knew I was off to a good start. I selected another piece of ice and repeated the process with her right nipple. She moaned and writhed, then she cried out as her first orgasm rippled through her body. I’d never seen a woman cum without benefit of stimulation or penetration between the legs. It was fascinating and erotic.

It was tempting to go for her clit next. But I recalled, with some humor, a line from a Monty Python movie about not stampeding to the clitoris. So, I took a piece of ice and teased her inner thighs and watched her melt beneath me, as if she, herself, were made of ice. I moved next to her stomach, teasing circles around her belly button before leaving the last bit of the cube in it to melt.

“Mmm, fuck! You’re good at this,” she said somewhat deliriously. “Don’t stop!”

I took a cube in my mouth and hovered over her, letting the water drip onto her silky bare mound. Several of the drips rolled over her clit, causing her to gasp softly. I was so fucking hard, but I was enjoying this so much that I felt no need to rush. Besides, it was intoxicating to watch the badass Ice Queen melting by my hands.

I put another piece of ice between my teeth and teased her neck, making her quiver and sigh. Then I sucked on the ice, nibbled on her earlobes, then said, “Roll onto your stomach.”

She obeyed without protest and was rewarded with a wet trail down her spine. I left the rest of the cube tucked into the crack of her ass and heard another delicious gasp as it melted there. Then I circled her firm, round ass cheeks with the frozen water and slipped a cube in her ass.

“Fuck!” she cried out. I kissed her to muffle the screams and rolled her onto her back.

“Spread your legs!” I demanded.

They fell open instantly for me as I got the first really good look at her beautiful pussy. It was so wet, pink, and inviting. But I resisted temptation. Instead, I assisted the ice cube, helping it glide along her mound and down either side of her needy little hole.

“I need…” she started, panting.

“You need to be patient,” I murmured.

She whimpered and then began to rock her hips.

I slipped a cube in my mouth and went down on her, sucking on her clit. The combination of hot and cold set her off and she started grinding on my face. I nibbled that hard, little nub and was treated to a spray of her delicious nectar.

She was still breathing hard when I slid three ice cubes, one right after the other, inside her hot, wet pussy. The ice melted quickly, so I added a few more cubes. Then her back arched, her body tensed up, and she came again hard.

“Fuck me, lover! I need your cock! You win the prize, you can fuck me however you like, just fuck me, please!” she demanded.

I grinned; it wasn’t a hard choice for me. I wanted her sweet little pussy, and I wanted her from behind.

“Get on your hands and knees, baby,” I directed as I used her juices to lube up my cock.

I was surprised at how erotic the feeling of the remnants of ice felt inside her otherwise hot pussy. I slid inside her and grabbed one more piece of ice to tease her asshole, while I fucked her with long, slow, deliberate strokes.

I realized that I wanted to see her face, so I flipped her over again and put her legs up on my shoulders as I pumped into her. The look of intense pleasure in her eyes was so arousing! I picked up the pace and felt us both getting closer and closer to climaxing.

“Where do you want me to cum, baby?” I asked, wishing I had thought to do so a bit sooner.

“Cum in my pussy!” she shouted.

I grinned, “Get ready, baby, because I’m going to fill you with my seed!”

That pushed her over the edge, and she came hard. As her pussy clamped down on my cock, I felt my balls tighten, then let go as I flooded her with my cum.

We collapsed on the bed together and I put my arms around her. She seemed surprised, but then snuggled up against me.

When she finally caught her breath, she said, “No one has ever come close to making me feel the way you just did. Stay with me tonight.”

I laughed, “I don’t even know your name.”

She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and smiled, “My name is Sarah, please stay.”

“Nice to meet you, Sarah. I’m David. I’d love to stay the night. Shall I get us another bucket of ice?”

She laughed and grabbed the phone to call her driver, “Tu es libre de partir. Oui, j’en suis sûr. Merci!”

Then she looked at me and smiled, “So, my ice fetish isn’t a turn off?”

“Not at all! I think it’s quite erotic,” I said, as I retrieved a fresh batch of cubes.

“Excellent! Because it’s my turn to tease you!” she said, waiting to see if I was game.

I handed her the bucket and said, “Bring it on, Ice Queen!”