It was 6 pm and most of the workers in the financial district had filtered out of offices and into restaurants, bars, gyms, or homes, depending on the part of life they were in.

Dale Black sat at the bar and observed his drink. Wrapping his fingers around the glass, he felt cool drops from the ice melting into his Old Fashioned. He smelled a little orange peel and looked at the single cube of ice gleaming in the overhead lights.

He felt a person sit next to him. A professional-looking woman with dark hair entered the bar and sat at a nearby barstool. She looked new but familiar and he couldn't place where he had seen her before. Her hair was pulled into dark braids and she wore a deep purple minidress. A pearl necklace and bright earrings framed her bright brown eyes. Her cheeks showed a tiny little flush from entering the temperature controls of the bar.

He let his gaze linger a moment too long, long enough for her to catch him in the mirror behind the bar. Instead of looking away, she turned her head, her bright brown eyes locking onto his.

Without a word, she gathered her small leather clutch, stood, and slid onto the empty stool directly beside him, closing the gap until the hem of her minipurple dress brushed against his pant leg.

"Is it as good as it looks?" she asked, her voice sweet, smooth and carrying the warmth of the street outside.

He lifted his glass slightly, the ice clinking, acutely aware of the sudden heat radiating from her skin. "It’s exactly what a long day deserves. Can I buy you one?"

She held his gaze, a slow smile nudging the corner of her lips. "I think I’d like that."

"Do you need to cool down as much as I do?" he asked.

She nodded, feeling his warm tone connect with her.

"Workaholic?" he asked.

She nodded again.

"Give me your hand," he said, lightly taking her wrist.

She slightly jumped at the familiar stranger's touch but felt his strong, rough hands direct her delicate wrist to the ice-cold glass. She felt the cold dew drops of the glass on her wrist while his hand held hers. A tingle went up her arm and into her spine.

"First time at this bar?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Let me show you the upstairs room," he said. "It's an old building and used to be a speakeasy in the 1920s. Upstairs, it's a lounge area."

Following him into the lounge, she saw a large empty room with purple and pink lights. A couch sat in the center with a pool table and empty bar rounding out the room. He and she sat at the couch. For the first time, she looked deep into his eyes and saw the eyes of a man that had accomplished a lot in life. Entrepreneur? Lawyer? Finance? Something white collar...

"It is really hot outside," she said. "I'm cooling down now."

"Let me show you another trick to cool down," he said.

He pulled a single block of ice out of his glass and put it on her neck to cover a part of her jaw. The block burned at first but then cooled her down. She felt a drop of cool water drip down her neck and down her chest. He pushed the ice down her dress and under her yellow bra to her left nipple.

She breathed out at the touch.

He pulled her brown nipple out of her blouse and put a finger on it, rubbing it in a small circle. He let the ice slide down her dress so it sat at her hip.

He leaned in for a kiss. She kissed him deeply and tenderly. She recognized his touch.

He kissed her deeper and kept rubbing her nipple.

"Are you cooling me down or warming me up?" she smiled.

Kissing her neck, he moved his finger down to her labia. He rubbed her labia in a slow, rhythmic motion, feeling it tingle with his touch.

He pulled down his pants and slid her black thong aside, exposing her labia from under her dress.

Kissing her neck, he put his huge cock head in, barely pushing the tip into her slit between her labia. He felt her slit stretch for him. Dale held the cock head in and felt her warm wet pussy push against the hole of his cock. He felt his foreskin stretch and pull back while her tanned slit opened up for him.

Dale pushed the head in to work the tip into her slit. Pushing into her was slow and methodical. He slid the tiniest bit of his head into her pussy repeatedly, working his head inside. He felt drops of wetness from her pussy dripping onto his cock head. Her juices were building up as he pushed in.

"You're making me cream," she whispered.

Dale looked down and saw his cock entering her brown pussy.

Dale moved the ice block further down over his cock and entered her pussy. She quivered again at the contrast of the cold ice against his warm cock in her pussy.

To Dale, her pussy felt warm, wet, and familiar.

"Have we met before?" he asked as he kissed her neck.

She shook her head, and Dale pushed his cock shaft in.

Dale saw the shaft of his tan cock enter her the slit of her brown pussy. He saw her black thong pulled down her legs to the middle of her thighs and her purple minidress hiked up to her navel. He pushed his shaft in again and felt her open up.

Dale put the ice cube to her clit. He then put her hand to the melting ice cube and held the insides of her thighs open. Her brown eyes looked into his brown eyes while he rocked his hips. His shaft slid deeply into her brown pussy repeatedly. He felt her hips and legs open up while he slid in. She kept the ice block right above his shaft as he entered her pussy.

She touched her lips to his. He penetrated her, spreading her legs and pushing deep into her hips as he felt his thick cock work deep movements into her body.

He pulled both breasts out of her purple minidress and took a second to admire her beauty. Her hair was a mess, her dress was almost fully off her body, her thong to the side, and her face flushed. What a beautiful woman.

He pushed his shaft in deeper, feeling his head tap the deepest reaches of her pussy. The ice block was on her clit, and he could feel the cold against the top of his shaft.

Holding her hips, he penetrated her and felt her start to shake.

"You're huge," she whispered, "it's so good."

A little louder, she continued, "so fucking good, fuck, so deep, baby, so deep." Her brown nipples jiggling outside her yellow bra and purple minidress.

A little louder still, she moaned, "It's so deep, baby, it's so deep, you're hitting me so deep, so fucking deep." Beads of sweat were breaking out, causing her make-up to run over her tan cheeks.

Her body started to shake, and Dale felt her hips quiver. He kissed her and felt her body shake for him. He felt her warm body on his. Her body tensed and relaxed several times.

Dale felt her bite his ear while she shook for him. He pushed his thick cock into her brown pussy repeatedly, causing her to shake and then release.

“Cream for me, baby,” Dale whispered. She shuddered.

He put the ice to her clit as he pushed in. She shook deeply for him, releasing the last parts of tension in her body.

He pulled the ice cube away from her clit and put it in her mouth.

Dale looked down and saw her brown pussy wide open with his cock inside.

She felt so good.

"Cum for me, baby," she whispered.

He rocked his shaft into her pussy and felt it split open.

He pushed deeper and felt her fingers on the bottom of his scrotum. It was a gentle and soft touch. He felt a rub on his scrotum matching his pushes into her brown pussy.

Dale felt his balls and cock head about to explode. This was going to be a good one.

His lips connected with hers. Feeling her fingers and her warm pussy, he pushed in and released three thick streams of semen between her slit and onto her labia. Tingles shot through his cock head. He continued to push in and felt streams of semen release into her pussy. Warm and wet with one cool sensation of the ice he had put before on her clit.

His semen coated her labia. Dale took a finger and spread his semen down her labia and around her thighs. Her black thong was covered with his semen. He pulled the thong off and threw it to the ground. Pools of semen soaked the edges of her purple minidress.

She tingled at the warm sensation as Dale's semen dripped down her thighs out of her pussy.

She leaned back and smiled. Hot and cooled off at the same time. She kissed him deeply.

Looking into her eyes, lying on the couch, he asked her, "I know we've met somewhere, I just can't place it. You feel familiar."

"Evelyn Castillo," she laughed. "I work at the front desk, Dale."