Fire and Ice

Ice stokes the flames of her passion

Sandra could feel her nipples pulsing and stiffening and she pictured them flashing like two beacons signalling her desire beneath her black dress

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Sandra perched coyly on the edge of the sofa in the hotel lounge, her knees together and her long legs drawn back in a demure film star pose. Her blonde hair had fallen forward surrounding her face like a monk’s hood as she stared down at the edge of the coffee table as if examining it intently.

She could hear the clatter of waiters clearing the plates in the restaurant and the muted hum of conversation from the last few guests still at their tables. The lounge was deserted apart from Katrina who relaxed in the deep leather chair opposite, her slender, black nylon clad legs that tapered down to sharp, black high-heeled shoes were crossed at the knees and her long black hair flowed around her face.

Sandra had accepted the invitation to accompany her on the trip not knowing whether it was going to be purely business or whether something more exciting might happen. Now Katrina’s dark eyes were fixed on Sandra, much as a fox might look at a cornered rabbit.