When the lights come back up moments later, you find the performers have left the stage, and only I remain. I am seated on the platform, a pensive look on my face. There is a utility cart next to me. On the cart is an ice bucket. I lift the lid and pull out a cube. Still lost in thought, I run the rough, chunky cube over my upper lip, my tongue darting out to catch the drops as the cube melts. The sweet liquid dribbles down my chin, and I look over to where you are sitting. You are frowning; apparently the performance has troubled you. The lights grow brighter, and a haunting aria begins to play, softly at first, barely audible. But, soon you recognize it, and you’re standing up, moving toward me on the stage.

I watch you approach. The sight of you, – your smoldering eyes, how you walk toward me, your hands…strong fingers… how they would feel against my skin, – causes a deep tingle between my legs. I suck against the frosty cube, my lips smacking loudly, a wet trail of once frozen champagne begins to drip down my chest and between my breasts. Your eyes are on my mouth, watching my lips caress the cube – wanting to feel my lips on your body. I smile slightly, my left hand moves to my gown, easing it down off my shoulders revealing my heavy breasts. I slide the cube over the left breast to my pink nipple, circling it until it forms a peak as stiff as a pencil eraser. The liquid is dripping off my nipple, and you step in front of me. Your fingers reach out to untie the belt that holds my gown closed and you take your place between my long, bare legs. You lower your head to my nipple, and suck it into your mouth. My nipple puckers and turns a deep rosy-pink.

My hands are on your shoulders, squeezing and moving up toward your neck, to your hair where my fingers get lost in the soft tangles at the back. I whisper softly, ‘yes’…  and your lips travel up my breast, lightly kissing and nibbling, licking from my breast up my chest to the hollow at the base of my throat, stopping to feel my pulse with your tongue. Your lips drag across my neck to my right ear, and you feel me shrink and try to pull away. I squeal softly trying to protect my one and only tickle spot from your searching lips. I’m giggling, and you chuckle – then lightly nip at my earlobe. Your lips press into my cheek, and I turn my head toward you brushing your lips with my own.

We kiss lightly, softly, our lips barely touching. I open my mouth slightly and suck your lower lip into my mouth, holding it between my teeth. Your tongue runs over my top lip, and my tongue reaches out to meet yours. Swirling and dancing, our tongues touch and taste each other, and the kiss deepens. Your velvety-soft tongue slides into my warm mouth, and I capture it with my lips, hold it there, and look into your eyes. You feel my lips slide back and forth around your tongue before I suck upon it, still looking in your eyes. Our kiss deepens still further, our eyes flutter shut – your tongue is inside my mouth, my own tongue curves and folds around it, firmly caressing it, sucking gently.

You feel me move, and hear the ice bucket open, the cubes knocking together; you imagine my fingers digging around inside to locate one. Our lips and tongues are still locked together, our breath mingling, but curiosity breaks the kiss, and you look down wondering where I’ve put the cube.  You see me holding it in my right hand, pressing it against my shaven pussy, sliding it up…down…. again and again over my clit. Immediately, you can feel heat rising not only in your cock but your face as well, and you look back into my sultry eyes. I lean back slightly, and support myself with my left arm, hook my bare feet on the edge of the platform and open my legs further. My soft inner lips spread as the cube travels over them. You thought you were thirsty before, now you are positively parched! You know you will die of thirst if you don’t taste me, just one lick. But as you bend to do so, you see me lift my right leg, press it against your shoulder and hold you back, at leg’s length so-to-speak.

You watch my fingers push the cube inside me, and marvel when it disappears. My fingers are in the bucket again, and I have another cube. This one too, disappears inside me, followed by a third. I lower my leg, and you practically fall against me, kissing and sucking against my shoulders, and throat. Licking your way down the valley between my breasts, down my ribs, over my belly, stopping to dip your tongue inside my navel. Your lips move lower still, and I lean back against the cold marble – you can see me shudder, goose bumps poking up from my skin.

I moan loudly when your tongue dabs at my clit, the stark contrast between the warmth of your tongue and the cold of the cubes brings me to lift my pelvis. I need to feel your tongue inside me. Oh – but you won’t go there! You lick my clit, press against it, suck it hard – release it, but you won’t slide your tongue inside me. My hips lift and lower, my hands reach out for your head, my fingers moving to where your lips meet my hot flesh. ‘Yes’… I whimper… ‘Please’ – You stop and look across my body, my chest is heaving, the veins in my neck are raised and pulsing, and you grin. Ahhhh!!!  You’re driving me crazy, teasing me like this!

You look down between my legs, your face inches from my swollen lips, and see the champagne running out from inside me, flowing between my cheeks to form a puddle on the platform. Your hands are on the tops of my thighs, your thumbs massaging my outer lips. Your tongue is out of your mouth, pointed sharply, flicking at my clit again, ever so slowly moving lower, circling where the champagne is flowing from me. My fingers are in your hair, pulling at it, grinding my pelvis into your face when finally I feel your hot tongue begin probing inside me. ‘Yeah’… I breathe out, sighing from the pleasure I feel as you tongue-fuck me, in…out… speeding up then slowing down. Your thumb and finger pinches my hardened clit, rolling it ‘round and ‘round. You pull your tongue from inside me, pucker up your lips, and mold them around my cunt-hole, sucking the liquid from me, drinking in the sweet nectar.

I’m practically sobbing now, and you look up at me again to find I am looking down my body at you. Our eyes meet and you can actually feel the intensity of my gaze, my pupils are huge – my lips parted, then suddenly my expression changes from ecstasy to confusion, then – what? Fear?

For some reason you seem to have an instant headache, a splitting pain pounding at the back of your head. You stop sucking my pussy; your cheek rests on my thigh. You lift your hand to feel the back of your head - it’s wet?? You look at your hand, your fingers are red with blood, and then you slowly turn your head to look behind you. You see him then; a large blunt object in his hand and then someone is turning out the damn lights again!