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Snow Day

By: Bonzaixx



The day had started gray and frigid, the air crisp and still, and the foreboding. It is was Saturday, and the kids were off to a friend's house for a play date. At first, I was concerned about the weather, but their persistent prodding forced me to say yes and I drove them across town. A little quiet time after such a tense week would do me some good too.

On my way back home, the snow started to fall heavily, covering the ground completely after just a few minutes. As I pulled into my driveway, my cell phone rang. It was the mother of the friend whose house I had just left my kids. She invited my kids stay over so I wouldn't have to venture back in the snow. They, of course, jumped at the opportunity.

Feeling free and being a lover of snowy days, I sat on the front porch and soaked in the peaceful atmosphere. The heavy snow deadened the sounds of the world, enhancing the soft sounds of flakes falling and the wind blowing. After a short while, several inches had blanketed the area. A lone car ventured down the road, swerving and skidding, the sounds disturbing my serene setting. As I watched, the car spun out and wound up stuck on my lawn. I ran over to see if I could help.

Wendy lived a few blocks away. She was a single mother who I had met several times at school functions and soccer games. We were cordial but only casual acquaintances. When I got to the door of the car, Wendy was more pissed than she was hurt. The wheels of the car were stuck and spun freely and she was upset. I offered to help and ran to get some shovels. Within a few minutes of digging, we had made some progress when a large plough came barreling down the street throwing a huge blanket of snow to its side. Before we could react, the plough had covered us with wet snow. We were a sorry sight. We looked at each other and laughed.

I invented Wendy into the house to dry off and share a hot drink. The house was warm and we immediately stripped off our coats, hats, and boots and sat down at the kitchen table for some hot cocoa. As we sat and talked, I studied Wendy's features. She was short, medium build with small breasts and a bit round in the hips. Her eyes were a dazzling blue, both kind and knowing. In her late thirties and divorced, Wendy was a dedicated mom, caring more for her kids than herself. Yet there were signs that she was something more.

As we chatted, she began to shiver. We were enjoying each other's company so much that we forgot that we were wet and cold. I offered to throw her clothes in the drier and give her something to wear in the meantime. At first she declined, but at my insistence, she accepted. I went to the bedroom to get some sweatpants and sweatshirts, but then I saw the robes. They were thick, soft terry cloth, a present from my sister. I stripped off my wet clothes and put on a robe, tying it at the waist.

When I returned to the kitchen, Wendy was not there. Confused, I heard her down in the laundry room. When I got there, I was confronted by the image of Wendy undressing in front of the dryer. I was stunned seeing her standing there in just her panties and bra, the rest of the clothes already in the drying. She turned and saw me staring. She smiled and said that as parents we had seen enough so as not to be shy. That didn't stop the blood from rushing to my groin.

Wendy was quite a package. Her breasts were tiny, with thick, red nipples stiff from the cold. Her legs were short and athletic, complete with an exquisite pink pedicure. Her hips were round and you could tell that she was soft in all the right places. I must have been staring, because she smiled and asked me if I like what I was seeing. Embarrassed, I handed her the other robe and gathered up the wet clothes to put in the dryer as she put on her robe. I had to concentrate, fighting to keep from getting an erection but it was a losing battle. As I bent down to put the clothes in the dryer, the unthinkable happened... my now full erection flopped right out of my robe into full view. There was no way to hide it so I made a snap decision. I turned to face her with my member now standing at full mast. The next move was hers. She looked at my member, tilted her head to the side, smiled, and said "What do we have here?" She stepped forward, untied my robe and pressed her body against mine. "Want to warm me up?" she said as her arms snaked around my hips and squeezed the cheeks of my ass.

Taking her by the hand, I led her up to the living room. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace, and the rug was soft and warm. We kneeled in front of the fire facing each other. The warmth was wonderful and crackling of the flames was soothing. I placed my hands on the sides of her face and drew her lips to mine. Her lips were soft and inviting and as we engaged, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation, breathing softly, and holding the kiss for a few long seconds. Taking her hand in my hand, I drew it across my cheek. I could detect a hint of perfume and it made my erection that much harder. 

I leaned forward to place a small kiss just below her ear as she tilted her head to the side to give me free access. My kisses traced a line down her chin and across her neck as I lay her back on the soft rug. My hand traveled up her side and my fingertips brushed lightly across her soft skin down the center of her chest and under her right breast. On her back, her breasts were hardly noticeable, except for the exquisite erect nipples that were so inviting. My fingertips gently traced a circle around the hard nipple, getting close enough to feel the warmth, but not yet touching. Around and around, and then gently brushing across the nipple, as she emits a low moan. I lean forward and place my warm lips over the erect nipple. With a tender kiss, I grasp the nipple between my lips and release, followed by a warm wet kiss. 

As I kiss her supple skin, I study her features. I kiss the soft underside of her breast as I run my fingertips in front of my eyes. I rub my cheek across her abdomen, noting the dark discoloration from her childbearing, admiring it, knowing what it took to get it and kissing it tenderly. Resting my cheek on her lower abdomen, my fingertips trace down the inside of her thigh and back up across her triangle. Raking the soft curls with my fingertips, I continue to kiss down and across the inside of her leg. I position my body and kneel between her legs, spreading them to expose the silky smooth skin of her inner thigh. Running my lips up her thigh, I kiss her full on her lips. Her hips lift slightly to press against my lips as I continue to kiss the length of her lips. Still dry, I start to lick the lips back and forth, working them. With a quick motion, my tongue penetrates and finds the wetness. Probing with my tongue, I search for that spot that only she knows about. Her thighs gripping my head as she writhes beneath me. All of the sudden I could feel her tense beneath me. She took a very deep breath and held it until a deep, low moan emitted from her lips. Her thighs crushing my head as I guide her through her orgasm.

As her orgasm subsides, I lie on my back and pull her down on top of me. She throws her leg over my hips and straddles my hard on. I rub the tip gently against her, easing in slowly, very slowly. She leans forward pressing down my shoulders, taking over. She sinks down on top of me, causing me to penetrate deeply, but hardly moving. She closes her eyes and runs her hands through her hair. As I try to move, she stops me telling me to lie still. I can feel her engulfing me. The tiniest of her movements causing me exquisite pleasure as we stay almost motionless. Each twitch that she makes sends tremors up my spine and I moan with pleasure. I reach up and grasp her soft hips. With a slow stroke, her hips move with mine until my legs tense and I cant take it any more. My eyes clamp shut and my breathing stops as my orgasm ripples through me. 

After several hours, we got dressed and dug out her car. She moved away three years ago, but every time it snows, I cant help but smile.

Snow Day



As soon as she opened her eyes, Tess knew. The way the room was lit by bright, glowing light could only mean one thing...SNOW! She crawled out from under her thick quilt and opened the shade and saw the beauty of the entire neighborhood blanketed in uninterrupted sparkling whiteness.

Quickly she dove back under the covers, pulling the quilt right up to her neck, shivering. The first snow of the winter. Finally! She slithered her arm to the nightstand and pulled the phone under the covers, the plastic cold against her naked skin. Dialing, silently praying, she waited. Then she heard his voice, his beloved voice, still sleepy.

"Darling, it snowed! And it is a freezing cold day, not fit for man nor beast. I have a proposition....let's take a Snow Day. Just us, together, here at my house, all cozy and snuggly. Please?" she coaxed.

Daren took a moment to register her request. A day of snuggling and being cozy with Tess? A man would have to be crazy to pass on that! But he let her continue longer, sketching out their day, making promises of pleasures to come.

Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. "I suppose I could take a Snow Day. I do have lots of work to finish, but one day would be all right, I guess....."

Tess burst into giggles. "I could find someone else, Sir, if you are too busy for me. I am sure that Anthony or Ben would take a day off. Maybe even Scott. Yes, I could call Scotty, he would suffer through a Snow Day with me..." she purred.

"I'll be there in less than an hour, Tess!" Daren exclaimed as he replaced the phone. He jumped from his bed and showered, singing Christmas songs loudly, happily, and slightly off-key. Before dressing, he carefully applied Obsession for Men to his warm, naked body, knowing it drove Tess mad with desire. He was in his Jeep and heading toward her house in less than thirty minutes of her call. Stopping at the store, he loaded his basket with treats and goodies, anything he thought Tess might like.

After showering and dressing in her softest sweats, furry slippers on her feet, Tess had begun making preparations of her own. She browned meat and onions, adding spices and tomatoes, until the scent of homemade chili filled the air. She quite expertly laid a fire and started it, the flames leaping and crackling. For Christmas, she had received a 25-disc CD player and now she loaded it with her favorite music, and started the first disc. She began to light candles, but felt the aroma of a simmering lunch was more delectable. 

She settled on the couch, enjoying the coziness of the day. Earlier, the weather channel had predicted more snow in early afternoon, but right now the sky was a dazzling blue, the colors of the outdoors unbelievably bright and beautiful. 

In the corner, near the fireplace, the Christmas tree still stood. She and Daren had both felt that the holiday had gone too fast this year, over too soon, and voted to leave the tree up a little longer. Now, she was glad they had. It gave their Snow Day added appeal, prettily decorated and filled with glowing white fairy lights.

Soon, she heard the garage door open and close, then the kitchen door, and then Daren's voice. He could make her wet with just his hello, make her come with his words. She loved him. They had been together for nearly a year, having met right after Christmas last year. Everything was still new, every holiday, every celebration, carefully marked and remembered as a "first". 

Now, they would celebrate their first Snow Day. She heard him placing various bags on the counter and went to join him. She stood on tiptoe, taking his cold face in her hands, rubbing her soft warm lips against his cold ones, easily making him melt to his core. Her tongue slid out shyly, washing his lips, entering his mouth, playing games with his. She leaned into him, a bundle of warmth and softness, molding against him. Sighing, he slipped his cold hands under her sweatshirt, finding the soft warmth he craved. He could feel the heat from her flesh moving up his arms, sending a flush along his skin. He held her close, inhaling her special scent, basking in her loving embrace. She took his coat to the closet as he put away his groceries. He had dressed in nicely worn jeans and a ribbed sweater, and looked casual and comfortable. He walked into the living room, appreciating the glowing fire and the still-decorated tree. Tess took a minute to admire the fit of his jeans against his ass, feeling a tingle between her legs. She returned to the kitchen to make a pot of real cocoa, putting milk in a pan and adding cocoa powder, sugar and a hint of vanilla. As she stood stirring it, the delicious aroma of chocolate competed with the chili, making them both hungry. Daren came up behind Tess, leaning down and nibbling her nape, that tender spot just made for kissing. She lightly moaned and leaned back against him, making her neck as accessible as possible. His hands encircled her, holding her tightly, and he whispered words of love and happiness. When he finally returned to the living room, Tess felt bereft. She filled mugs with cocoa, added piles of marshmallows and made a tray of the fresh croissants that Daren had brought, adding soft butter and Irish raspberry jam in a white ceramic bowl. 

When she returned to the living room, she saw Daren on the floor, the coffee table pulled close to the fireplace, the Scrabble game set up, ready to play. They sat across from one another, nibbling the buttery pastry, drinking hot cocoa and competing fiercely for the championship. Once, after sipping cocoa, Tess had a marshmallow moustache, and Daren couldn't resist licking it off, enjoying a thorough kiss in the process. The game lasted a long time. Both were aggressive players and the game was fun, filled with friendly disputes and laughter. Tess won, by several points, and Daren demanded a rematch. But not now. Now he wanted to sit with Tess and savor the feel of her in his arms. They put away the Scrabble game, moved the coffee table to the other side of the room and stood before the fire. The music was softly playing in the background and they moved into each other's arms, dancing together with practice and ease. They looked good together, Daren tall and full-bodied, Tess short and softly round. Her eyes drifted closed, and she just enjoyed the feelings of Daren so close to her, his heart beating beneath her cheek. 

When they stopped, Daren looked into the fire. "Let me get some more logs, sweetheart. I will be back in a moment." He restacked the fire, poking it until the flames leapt brightly. Then they decided to watch a movie together. They chose one of their favorites, "Only You". Daren sat longways on the comfy couch and Tess snuggled back between his thighs, her head resting on his chest. They watched the movie, both of them extremely pleased that fate and true love won in the end.

Tess was so comfortable in his arms. She could stay this way forever. She fit nicely against him, his arms around her, holding her, his breath in her hair. When the movie ended, she was tempted to close her eyes and take a nap, right here. Then she heard Daren chuckle and felt his arms tighten.

"Don't you dare take a nap! You promised me many things if I took a Snow Day, Missy. One of them was a delicious lunch and I am starving! So, move your pretty ass and feed me!"

Sighing, Tess got to her feet and moved into the kitchen. She served huge bowls of chili, with grated cheese and great chunks of hot french bread. She set up the feast on the floor, near the fire, which Daren had once again set blazing.

They could see the snow clouds rolling in, the sky darkening as they ate. This was something Tess loved. Sharing time and memories with Daren. Today, they told stories of their childhoods, of snow and winters and Christmas wishes. She loved learning about his past, the things that made him the man she loved. It was growing dark outside, but the firelight turned the living room golden. They ate until they felt they would explode, enjoying the food and company. Finally, Tess stood to clear the dishes. Together, they worked in the kitchen, companionably washing and cleaning, putting away the chili and other leftover foods. 

Tess was drooping. It seemed so late due to the snow clouds and she was full and content. The only thing she could think of was a nap. Wrapping her arms around Daren's chest, she snuggled close, closing her eyes. "One tiny nap and I will be fresh and ready for more fun, I promise," she whispered. Again, she heard his chuckle start deep within. 

"All right, Little One. A small nap and then I will collect on your promises." He kept his arms around her as they walked to the sofa, snuggling side by side, wrapped in each other. She kicked off her slippers, tucking her feet under his legs for warmth. The fire was still flaming and warming the room nicely. She settled onto his shoulder, the one made just for her, and was quickly asleep. Daren held her close, closing his eyes and thinking of the time he didn't have her and wondering how he ever existed. Soon, the heavy food and warmth of the room lulled him to sleep too. Their breathing slowed and matched, their hearts beat together.

When she woke, Daren was watching her. He smiled lazily and leaned down to capture her mouth with his. She could smell Obsession and warm wool and Daren, all delightful scents. They kissed for what seemed to be hours. Outside the snow began falling again, looking lacy and ethereal through the windows. Now, they didn't want to move, just lie together and continue kissing forever. 

But being in love and totally besotted with each other, things couldn't remain at this level too long. Soon, Daren stood and pulled Tess to her feet. They moved to the other rooms, gathering quilts and comforters, pillows and blankets. Without a word, they worked together. Finally, returning to the living room, they built a cushy nest on the carpet in front of the fireplace. Layer after layer of soft bedding was piled high, the pillows strewn all over. Admiring their handiwork, the lovers stood close together and resumed kissing, but now with urgency. Hands started wandering, lifting and searching, seeking secret warm places, purchase for their needy fingers. The room was in darkness, save the Christmas lights and the fire glow. As they kissed, they danced, their hips moving in the age old movement of love and need. 

Daren lifted her sweatshirt, kissing her chest above her bra. Tess slid her hands under his sweater, enjoying the muscular feel of his back and shoulders. Then she removed the sweater, needing to feel flesh on flesh. His nimble fingers found the tiny clasp between her breasts and opened her bra, freeing her nipples and making them harden. He cupped her, holding her firmly, massaging her nipples with his thumbs, causing her to moan. She could feel his erection, against the soft denim, and reached down to release him. As he stepped from his jeans, he pulled down her loose sweatpants, and they both kicked the clothing away. They were nearly naked. Still, it wasn't enough. She wanted to feel the length of him against her. Together, they removed the last obstacles. Now, they stood without clothing, without shame, the dancing firelight on their flesh, only part of the scorching heat they both felt.

Lying together in the nest, they returned to kissing, pressing their needy flesh together, fitting into one another, perfectly in tune. Daren could hear his sweetheart murmuring, but couldn't understand the words. She was kissing him frantically, her legs wrapped around his thigh, her wet pussy rubbing hungrily against him. He tried to hear her, but she was speaking so softly. This was something amazing he had learned about her, she was shy. She loved having sex and all aspects of it, but was unable to verbalize her desires. Suddenly, it seemed important to him that she tell him what she wanted, what would please her. He stopped moving. He pulled his mouth from hers. He rolled slightly away from her. 

Tess wasn't sure what had happened. Like a baby losing a nipple, she followed him, seeking his mouth, his hands. But he remained totally passive. She leaned over him, afraid to speak, not sure what she had done wrong. Finally, Daren spoke. "Tonight, I need you to tell me what you want. I want to hear the words, the thoughts, the wishes. Tonight, I want to hear you say aloud your desires. You ask and I will join you. If you remain quiet, I will remain still. Tell me, Darling, what you want."

At first, Tess was stunned. She was used to being quiet and just enjoying the lovemaking. Daren seemed to know instinctively what pleased her and she was always fulfilled and content. She didn't think she could say the words. It was too embarrassing. But, true to his word, Daren just relaxed against the pillows and remained still. Tess ran her hand up and down his body, his furry chest, his flat tummy, his wiry curlies and his engorged cock. But he refused to be tempted. Tess was flustered. She knew what she wanted, but wasn't sure she could say it, ask for it. Finally, she whispered the words. Daren pretended not to hear. She whispered again, louder. No response. Finally, made bold from repetition and fiery need, Tess turned on her side, facing him.

"What I want is for you to suck my nipples. I want your mouth to encircle them, your tongue to tease and lap, your lips to suck like a nursing baby. I want to feel the hum in your throat as you suckle me deeply."

And he did. He followed her instructions carefully, creating an electric current the ran from her nipples into her pussy. She loved it, but wanted more. 

"I want you to touch me. But gently, like a boy with his first pussy, tentative and scared, but overcome with curiousity and desire. Discover me."

Once again, Daren obeyed. He let one finger softly separate the curls, searching for the slit he knew was already puffy with desire. He ran his fingertip up and down, feeling the moisture already seeping out from her pinkness. Up and down, lightly touching, nothing more.

Emboldened by his obedience, Tess again gave instructions. "Move your face close to my pussy, and then explore. Open me with your fingers, touch me inside, find my clit, massage it, all the while your face and mouth only inches from my sweetness."

Daren did as directed. Resting his head on her naked thigh, he spread her legs, inhaling the scent of an excited woman, almost feeling the sizzling pinkness. He used his hand, spreading the lips, moving his fingers into her, loving the silky feel of her. He rubbed up and down, carefully following instructions, doing no more than asked.

Tess thought she would go crazy. She found her voice. "Damn you, Daren. Touch me. Use your finger to fuck me, fuck my pussy, please. I need to feel you inside me, fucking me, filling me." One finger wasn't enough, though. She needed more. Now, verbalizing seemed easy. "Use two fingers, no, use three! Fuck me hard and make me sore, I want to feel you even when this is over." She spread her thighs, pushed her hips against his hand, setting up a rhythm with him, helping him push his fingers into her hot depths. Over and over, he thrust into her. She was frantic with need. She reached down, using her own fingers to rub her clit, flying over it with practiced skill. She circled it rapidly, timing her movement with his fingers, feeling the roar in her head as she approached orgasm. Her legs slammed together, trapping his hand inside her, her own fingers still busily moving, taking her to the brink. Then she cried out, a raw, animal sound from deep within. Daren raised his head to watch her. Tess's face contorted and her eyes closed, her breathing stopped. Then he could feel the shudders as the orgasm tore through her, her cries becoming smaller and smaller, finally just tiny mews. Her hand reached for his, holding it, her fingers sticky.

She giggled. "Oh, my, was that me?" She was blushing, looking suddenly shy and modest. Her hand moved to Daren's body, running once again up and down his flesh. She wrapped her hand around his erection, and began to stroke. "I know what I want now, baby. I want you to kneel over me and feed me your cock. I want to suck on your hard balls, and lick you all over. I want... you!" The response of his cock was very encouraging. He throbbed hotly in her hand, hot precome dripping onto her flesh. Tess felt very powerful. She slid lower in the nest, until her face was even with his engorged flesh. She opened her mouth, suctioning him into her, sucking and licking wildly. She slid further, her lips opening over his balls, sucking them into her mouth, licking and probing them with her busy tongue. He knelt over her, moaning and swaying. She continued her exploration, her tongue finding that sensitive area behind his scrotum. Sucking there, nipping, lashing him with her tongue was nearly his undoing. She wanted his cock in her, needed it in her now. So she pulled away. She knelt alongside him, kissing his mouth between words.

"What I want is to kneel over, my face in the pillow, my ass in the air. I want you to hold my hips with your hands, and I want you to fuck me with your beautiful fat cock. I want to feel the head pop into me over and over, fucking me until you can't stand it any longer. Then, I want to feel you explode in me, filling me with come, all your come."

Daren, who had been so patient, needed release. Her words incited him, filled him with a lust he had never felt before. She moved in front of him, bending over the pillows as promised. Her pretty ass was golden in the firelight and she wriggled it seductively for him. As he moved forward, she spread her thighs and reached between them, taking his cock in her hand, guiding it into her wet pussy. "Now, Sir, I want you to fuck my cunt. Now! Hard and fast! Please!"

His cock pounded into her, each stroke deep and hard. She moaned into the pillow, continuing to speak to him, tell him her needs and wishes. It was so incredibly erotic, Daren couldn't last long. Her sweet voice shouting dirty words at him was overwhelming. Her hand massaging his shaft as he stroked her was incredible. He stiffened, held her hips in a bruising grip, and released his come. She rode his orgasm, encouraging him, praising him. Finally, after the last spurt, his hands relaxed on her tender flesh. He leaned forward and kissed her reddened skin, pulling her down into the nest with him. They snuggled, a tangle of limbs. Kissing softly, they both hoped for another Snow Day soon.



Snow Day



For Laurie - A fellow lit author and horny twisted chic!

My eyes flew open as the alarm bellowed briefly. I slammed my hand on top of it, sending it thumping to the floor, and restoring quiet to the room. Before I could gather my thoughts, the silence was broken again, this time by the ringing phone. I felt the chill of the air on my arm as I reached out from under my warm covers and grabbed the receiver.

"Hello" 

"Trish? It's Fred…Just letting you know the office will be closed today."

"Closed?"

"Yea, it's not worth it."

"What?"

"Have you looked outside yet? There's at least six inches of snow on the ground, and it's still falling!"

I sat up hesitantly and pulled back the curtain. Sure enough, the streets were deserted, and everything was white. The usual dark sky was bright with falling snow.

"I don't imagine we'd get much done today anyway, so enjoy the long weekend. I'll see you on Monday."

"Oh yea, sure. Thanks Fred."

"Don't thank me, thank the weather!"

"I will. Bye"

"Bye."

I hung up the phone, and nestled comfortably back into my warm bed.

I drifted in and out of deep sleep until about 9:30, and decided it was time to get up. I rolled myself out of bed, stretched and got up, wrapping myself in a robe and heading to the kitchen, stopping only to turn up the heat.

I sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee and leafing through a gossip rag, enjoying the quiet of my unexpected snow day. With absolutely nothing planned, and nothing to get done, I just basked in the thought of the relaxing weekend ahead of me. 

I yawned as I got up to stretch, and decided that a nice hot bath was what I needed as the chill of the air tickled my skin. I hadn't yet bothered to turn on any lights in the house, and the dim quiet kept me in a lethargic state.

I lit some candles in the bathroom as the tub filled with hot water, and stripped off my clothes. I took a brief second to critique my appearance in the mirror, and finally settled into the warm water.

My naked body soaking the hot water felt heavenly. I closed my eyes, and soon enough my mind began to wander. Before long, my mind settled on thoughts of sex. Knowing that I had nothing but time to myself, I let myself give in. After all, it had been so long since I've had the time to indulge in my sexuality, alone or otherwise. 

My hands caressed my naked body, slowly teasing my erogenous zones, as my mind and body anticipated the pleasure to come. I was in no rush, and enjoyed the gentle teasing of my fingers on my body as my mind wove a collage of sexual fantasies. My breathing was slow and steady, and every muscle in my body was relaxed as I slowly reached my state of sexual meditation. It had been so long since I had the time to treat myself to this kind of sexual pleasure. I knew that once I really got started, it would be sometime before I finished, and the bath would get cold long before. I drained the tub and dried off. I didn't bother to re dress or even wrap myself in a towel as I headed back to my bedroom and got back into my warm bed.

I thought briefly of a former lover. The one who taught me about true pleasure. I thought back to the times we'd spent together, hours and days we spent just being together, naked in each others arms, surrounded by sexual energy, racing through our bodies, trading pleasure like I've never known before or since.

I was once again lost in my thoughts when the phone rang again. I quickly snapped out of my trance and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Trish?" I recognized immediately that it was my sister Sara, but I couldn't understand why she was calling.

"Hey, what's up?" I thought that I sounded a bit annoyed that I was being disturbed, but she didn't seem to notice.

"I'm so glad I got you. I got snowed in at school and I can't get my car out to get home. Can I come to you for a little while?"

"Oh, I uh…"

"If I can't it's okay, I understand. I'll just stay here…"

"Of course you can come here, don't be silly. It's no problem at all. Work was cancelled so I'm here all day."

"Are you sure? I don't want to bother you…"

"You're not bothering me. Besides, what else would you do, sleep at school? You're always welcome here. Do you need a ride?"

"No, it's okay, I'll just walk. I'll see you in about 15 minutes."

"Okay sweetie, just walk in."

"Okay, bye Trish."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and sat back on my pillows taking a deep breath.

"So much for that." I said to myself. My pussy was tingling, and I was definitely in need of release. I thought about getting myself off quickly before Sara arrived, but then I remembered I had the whole weekend in front of me. I decided to hold off, knowing that the end result would be that much better if I kept myself in anticipation.

Sara's school was just a few blocks away from me, and she would stop by from time to time, but she always called first. I don't know why, I guess that's just the way she is. We haven't seen each other for any length of time in while though, due to our busy schedules.

Sara is very quiet and shy, completely unlike the way I was when I was eighteen. I'm only four years older than her, but because of my life and my job I've had to mellow out considerably. She is a beautiful girl, but she's not the type to flaunt it, and I don't think we've ever talked about dating or sex or anything remotely close, so I don't know much about her personal life. She, in turn, doesn't know much about me either. It's not that I wouldn't tell her, but like I said, our conversations never took that turn.

I briefly wondered about her sexuality as I made my bed and covered myself with my robe. It occurred to me that she has never introduced me to anyone that may have been a potential lover, or even companion. Curious. I wondered if perhaps she was hiding something. Or could it be that she just wasn't interested? Could she still be a virgin? I'd never thought of it until now, and it peaked my curiosity. It was true that we never discussed this type of thing, but there was certainly no question as to my standing. She had, on occasion, met several of my boyfriends at the time. It wasn't until later that I discovered my interest in the same sex. I recalled how that left me confused for quite some time, until I was able to come to terms with my sexuality. I wondered if that sort of thing had a tendency to be hereditary. 

I don't know why I was dwelling on these thoughts that had never before occurred to me. It was more than likely no doubt attributed to my own current state of arousal, but either way, I decided that I wanted to find out. I heard the door open and close, and I knew Sara had arrived. I called her name, and heard her making her way to the bedroom as I tightened my robe. 

She walked to the doorway pressing her arms tightly to her chest. Her wet hair hung in ringlets from her knit cap against her face and over her shoulders. Her pale skin was flush, and her lips were quivering.

"Sara! Oh my God you're freezing! C'mon, let's get you warmed up."

I turned her around and steered her into the bathroom. I reached into the tub and turned on the hot water.

"Get your clothes off. The hot water will warm you up." I pulled at her jacket, and she started to undress. 

"Get into the shower, and I'll make us some tea."

I took a towel from the closet, rested it on the sink top and closed the door. I started the water for the tea, and went back to retrieve Sara's clothes so I could put them in the dryer. I opened up the bathroom door and gathered her wet cold clothes. The cold made me shiver as I pressed the pile to my body. 

I got into the basement and dropped the pile in front of the washing machine, and before I could turn the machine on, something caught my eye. I reached into the pile, pulling out a sexy black thong. I held it up, stretching it between my thumbs. 

"I guess she's not so shy after all!" I said to myself. I don't know what made me do it, but I quickly brought the fabric to my nose and inhaled the light, familiar scent as it filled my nose. My body instantly tingled and my skin was covered in goose-bumps. I held it in for a second, then slowly exhaled as I dropped them into the washer. I picked up the rest of her things and put them in as well, except her jacket, which I hung on a line to dry. My pussy was tingling once again, and I hadn't even thought about the fact that it was my own sister's scent that made it happen.

I got back upstairs, and Sara was standing in the hallway, tightly wrapped in her towel.

"Trish, do you have anything…"

"Yea, hang on, I'll get something."

She smiled and went back into the bathroom. I grabbed my only other robe from my closet and brought it back to her.

"Here" I said as I handed it to her. "No need to get all dressed up! Might as well be comfortable."

She smiled and took it from me. I went back to the kitchen to pour the tea.

We sat at the table, talking a little and drinking our tea. She was feeling warmer by now, cradling her hands around her cup and looking down at the floor.

"Thanks Trish."

"You don't have to thank me."

"Mom and dad will be home soon. When my clothes are dry I'll call them to pick me up."

"What for? Why don't you just stay here tonight, and tomorrow we'll get your car?"

"Nah, I don't want to be a pain."

"Oh Please! Call the house and leave a message that you're staying with me tonight and stop being a pain in the ass!"

She smiled. "Where am I going to sleep?"

"On the couch! Where else? You can sleep with me, the bed's big enough."

"Okay."

"So, speaking of sleeping…any lucky guys lately?"

"Huh? NO!"

"C'mon Sara, you can tell me. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Why?"

"I don't know, just curious. I mean, I guess, well we never talk about that stuff, and I feel bad that I don't know these things about you. I just want to know you better, that's all."

"Oh. Well, what about you?"

"No. No one at the moment. Too busy."

"Oh, yea…me too."

"Sara, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Depends…"

"Well, I'll ask, but you don't have to answer. Just don't get mad okay?"

"What?"

"Are you…a virgin?"

She smiled. "Oh my God, I can't believe you asked me that!"

"Well?"

Her face turned red and she looked back down at the floor.

"No."

"Aaaah! So have you done it a lot? I mean with a lot of guys?"

She laughed again. "No, not really."

"So, you're not a slut then?"

She looked up at me. "Eew! NO! Of course not!"

"Just checking! So what's the deal then?"

"Why do you want to know all this?"

"I told you. So tell me…"

She shifted in her seat and took a sip of her tea. I could see she was uncomfortable, but not mad, so I pressed on.

"C'mon, spill the beans."

She sighed. "You're not gonna like, go tell mom or something are you?"

I laughed. "Of course not! I would never do that! What you say stays here. So tell me."

"Fine. I had sex a few times with this one guy – we were sort of dating, and once with this other guy."

"Was it good?"

Her eyes widened and she smiled. Her face turned red again and she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, it was okay I guess."

"That's it? Okay I guess?"

"I don't know. Yea."

I shook my head. "What about girls?"

"What?" She looked at me as if she thought I knew something.

"Have you had sex with any girls?"

"Why would you ask me that?…Have you?"

"We're not talking about me. You have haven't you?"

I smiled, and she looked as if someone just ran over her puppy.

"No."

She wasn't very convincing, and as soon as she answered she took a sip from her cup. I was definitely on to something.

"Oh. I have. It's pretty good."

She gulped on her tea, put the cup down and stared at me. 

"You have?"

"Sure. It was fun."

She was looking at me as if she was contemplating what to say.

"You mean you never even thought about it?"

"I uh…" She took a deep breath and mumbled something under her breath.

"It's okay Sara, you can tell me."

She looked at me, and looked as if she were about to cry.

"Honey what's wrong? Did I say something?"

"Okay. There's this girl…from school. One night, I don't know how it happened, we were just joking around, but then it got more…involved. We didn't have sex, but we did some stuff, and now…I don't know, I'm just confused."

I smiled. "Let me guess. You keep thinking about it, and you liked it but you can't admit it. You're afraid if you liked it you might be a lesbian, and you still like guys too. But you think about it a lot, and it really turned you on, and you wish you could have done more, but you're glad you didn't."

She stared at me with her mouth wide open.

"Right?"

"Yea. But…"

I laughed. "I guess it's hereditary."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Listen Sara, You're fine. It's normal to feel that way. Don't get so hung up on what you call it, it doesn't matter. You are what you are. If you enjoyed it, that's okay, let yourself enjoy it."

"Yea but…"

"Listen, I can tell you anything, but it won't matter. You have to figure it all out for yourself. But you will, and everything will be fine."

"Really? So I guess you went through the same thing huh?"

"Uh-huh."

She was quiet for a minute.

"So, what's it like?"

I smiled. "Well, that's also something you'll have to find out on your own."

She nodded her head. "Thanks Trish."

"Your welcome. Sara, anytime you want to talk, I'm always here."

"Okay. Thanks."

She got up and gave me a big hug. I don't know if it was the smell of her hair, her body pressed against mine with nothing between us but the thin material of our robes, or the conversation. Perhaps all three, but I could feel my juices flowing, and my clit throbbing. It was all I could do to keep from excusing myself and heading straight to the bathroom. This time I was completely aware that it was my sister who was causing me to feel like this. I told myself it wasn't her, and that it was just everything else, but either way, I had no idea how I was going to last until tomorrow.

We spent the day just hanging around, watching movies on cable and talking about trivial things. It felt really nice to be hanging out like we were, spending "quality time" together. It's something that we had never done before, even when we were younger, but we agreed to make time for it in the future. 

It turned out that Sara isn't as shy as I suspected her to be, I just didn't know her as well as I should have. Judging by some of the conversation we had she has a bit of a wild side to her. She didn't come flat out and say anything, but I was able to read between the lines, and pick up on some of the things she was hinting at. Of course, I may have been jumping to conclusions as well, and reading too much into what she was saying. Either way, she was definitely more open than I knew her to be. I still couldn't get over her confession of being with another girl. I really wanted to get back on that subject, but I didn't want to seem too forceful. Still, I couldn't stop imagining what my sweet little sister would look like, skin to skin with another girl. 

I was thankful the whole day the my sister wasn't able to read my thoughts, and I tried my best not to reveal myself, but it was getting more difficult as time went on. I was cursing myself for not finishing what I had started earlier, telling myself that my heightened state of arousal left unattended was the cause for my mind to be working the way it was. Sara's openness in revealing her sexual desires to me, no matter how innocuous they may have been, was causing me to think things I shouldn't. It also didn't help any that she, and I for that matter, were both scarcely covered. 

I caught myself the whole day, my eyes drifting over her revealed skin, staring as though I was in a trance, and pulling myself away suddenly when she spoke or moved. At times, it seemed as though she knew I was staring, and would move, as though I was making her self-conscious, and other times she moved to reveal more, as if she was enjoying my attention. I knew that this was all in my head, but the longer it went on, the more real it became. 

It had been getting late, and the scattered conversation had all but given away to the television. We sat in silence, Sara watching the screen, not really following what was happening, and me watching Sara. The house was still completely dark; except for the glow of the television lighting our silhouettes, affording me the opportunity to steal long glances of her without her knowing. I had positioned myself in the corner of the couch while she sat slumped with her bare feet on the edge of the coffee table. 

My eyes were scanning her bare legs. Her smooth pale skin highlighted from the soft light of the television, and the way her toes curled around the edge of the table, coupled with the thoughts I was having, had me practically panting. It was long ago that I had stopped telling myself that this was my sister, and that I shouldn't be thinking these things, allowing my mind to indulge freely in whatever thoughts it conjured. I don't know at what point I concluded that it was okay as long as these thoughts remained just thoughts. After all, I was never one to deny myself fuel for fantasy as long as that's all it was. There was certainly no harm in that.

It was a good long while that I let my mind run wild before deciding that I had gone as far as I could go. My skin had become warm and moist, my throat dry, and my heart was pounding in my ears. My pussy was swollen and tingling, aching to be touched, with no real possibility of it happening, at least not the way I wanted. Sara's eyes were heavy, fighting consciousness, and she was barely awake. I opened my eyes wide and extended my foot, gently nudging her ribs with my toes. She jerked and opened her eyes, seemingly a bit dazed.

"Why don't you turn off the television and we'll go to bed." I whispered. "The remote is by you."

She looked around, and lazily dropped her feet to the floor and pulled herself upright. She leaned over to grab the remote that was just out of reach on the table next to her. As she extended herself, she unknowingly revealed her bare butt to me, and my stomach leapt. I felt my clit instantly tingle and my juices churn as her pussy came briefly into view. She quickly settled back down, adjusting the robe and clicking off the television. I didn't have time just yet to dwell on what I had just seen, as we both stood up to go to bed.

We stood on either side of my bed, Sara stretching as I pulled back the blankets. She looked around quickly, and then back at me. I knew what she was thinking, but I didn't give her time to ask, as I quickly untied my robe and let it drop to the floor, slipping under the covers. She looked briefly stunned, but then hesitantly began to untie her own robe. I turned away from her, trying to act disinterested, and soon felt her weight on the bed as she slid in next to me. I rolled back to face her. She had the blankets pulled up to her neck, her hands clutching them tightly and her arms pulled tightly into her chest.

"It's freezing in here."

"It'll get warmer, just give it a few seconds."

She let out a quick shiver.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even think, do you want something to put on?"

"No, I'm okay."

"It's just that I usually never wear anything to bed…If you're uncomfortable…"

"No, I'm okay. I usually don't wear anything either, but I'm usually alone."

"Well, unfortunately, so am I."

She giggled. "I didn't mean it like that."

"I know. You warming up yet?"

"A little."

"You want to cuddle?" I asked playfully. She giggled again.

"No thanks, I'll be okay."

"Okay, suite yourself."

I rolled away from her again, and we were both silent for a few minutes. I thought she would be sleeping soon, and my fingernails were already gently tickling my lips, impatiently waiting to go to work. I knew that I could get myself off undetected by my sister as long as I did it slowly, and she was asleep. It wouldn't be the first time I masturbated while someone slept unknowingly next to me in the same bed. 




Snow Day



"Trish? You awake?"

"Uh-huh."

"Can I ask you something?"

I rolled back towards her, delaying my pleasure again.

"Anything. What is it?"

"Remember what we were talking about before, about other girls?"

"yeeeaaa…"

"Well, how did you know like…what to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean how did you know that you were doing it right? I mean with guys it's pretty easy ya know? But with girls…"

I giggled. "Don't worry, with girls it's even easier."

"Really? How?"

"Well, I mean, you know what you like right? I mean, you know what feels good to you, so you just do what you think would feel good. You've kind of got the inside track. Plus, most girls, when they're with other girls don't have any problems telling you what to do. It's not like being with a guy."

"I guess so."

"Well, do you ever think about it when you're playing with yourself?"

She laughed, and If I could see her face I'm sure it was bright red. 

"I don't know."

"Of course you know! So when you're playing with yourself and you're picturing the things you want done to you, do that."

"Yea, but that's different. I don't usually think about it like that. I just do it and think about other things."

"Yes but you know what you're doing to yourself that feels good, so just do the same things you do to yourself on her."

"Huh? No I mean…"

"I know what you mean…It doesn't matter if it's your finger or your tongue or whatever, just do what you would want done to you."

"Oh."

This conversation was definitely getting me more excited. My fingertips were now pressed firmly against my clit.

"I don't know if I could do that, I mean, didn't it freak you out a little bit?"

"What? Going down on a girl? Not really, it turned me on."

"Well yea, the thought of it, but actually doing it? I mean is it gross? What's it like?"

"No it's not gross. I mean, assuming that the girl is not gross. It's much better than swallowing a guy's cum, although, I kind of like that too."

She giggled. "You're a slut!"

"Whatever! I'm just being honest."

"Well, what's it taste like?"

"You've never tasted yourself?"

"Nooo."

"Well, that's how you'll know. I mean, all girls are a little different, but you'll get the idea."

"Oh."

We were both quiet for a few minutes, and my fingers continued to slowly rub my clit. If Sara didn't fall asleep soon, I was just going to have to cum while she was awake and hope she didn't notice. 

"Trish? Do you do it a lot?"

"What?"

"You know, masturbate?"

"As much as I can! I'm doing it right now as a matter of fact!"

She laughed. "Shut up! Seriously! How often?"

"I don't know, it depends. Sometimes just a few times a week. Sometimes everyday."

"Really?"

"Yea, sometimes more."

"Wow."

"What about you?"

"I don't know, maybe a few times a week."

"Liar."

"Really! Okay, well sometimes I do it more. Lately I've been doing it a lot."

"Ever since the girl?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with it. If I had the time, I'm sure I would do it more."

She giggled. By now my fingers were rubbing steadily on my clit, and I was aching to cum. I couldn't stop thinking about Sara masturbating, and what she must look like. It was killing me knowing that we were lying just inches apart, completely naked and talking about eating pussy and masturbating. I couldn't imagine that our conversation was not affecting her, even a little. I couldn't hold out much longer. I slowly slid one of my fingers into my hole. I was so wet and hot, and it felt so good going in that I didn't notice a little gasp escape my throat.

"Trish? You okay?"

I let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry Sara, I just…"

"Oh! You really are doing it aren't you?"

"Uh-huh. I'm sorry, I told you! I can't help it, I'll be right back."

I got up to go to the bathroom and finish, but she stopped me.

"No, it's okay, don't go. I was going to go to the bathroom and do it too, but since you're already doing it here…"

I watched as her hand reached under the blankets and between her legs. Her foot rested against my leg as she spread herself wider, and she sighed as her hand obviously touched her clit.

"I'm glad I wasn't alone. I was beginning to think I was going crazy."

She laughed and sighed at the same time. "I've been thinking about it all day. Lately, I can't get to sleep unless I do it."

It felt strange to be carrying on a conversation with my sister as we both lay there playing with ourselves as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I decided to see how far I could go.

"Sara. I was watching you today. You are so beautiful. I was thinking what you would look like when you were getting your pussy eaten by that girl."

"uugh…I know, I was watching you too. I wondered the same thing."

Suddenly she rolled towards me.

"Trish, let me watch you. I want to see you do it."

I quickly pulled the blankets from both of us. The first thing I noticed was her soft white tits, perfectly shaped. Her hand was casually rubbing up and down between her legs. We both rolled on our sides facing each other.

"Wow, you look so…hot doing that. Oh my God."

My finger was steadily pumping in and out of me, and just her words brought me to the edge. I stopped, wanting more. Sara stopped too.

"Why did you stop?"

"I don't want to cum yet. I want to enjoy it for a while. I learned a long time ago that if you stop just before you cum a few times, you're orgasm will be more powerful. Plus it feels so good to tease yourself, and keep yourself wanting more."

"Oh." She paused for a moment.

"This is okay isn't it? I mean, we're not doing anything weird are we?"

"Define weird?"

"I don't know. I mean, we shouldn't be doing this with each other should we?"

"Well, I guess it depends who you ask. I suppose since you and I are the only ones who will know, and it's okay with us, then it's okay."

"I guess."

We were both breathing heavy, and teetering at the edge of orgasm. I was slowly teasing myself, stopping and starting again while my sister looked on and did the same. 

"Would it be okay if we did more?"

My stomach fluttered and my orgasm leapt out at the thought of what she was possibly asking. It hit me like tiny little waves, and my body twitched and shook. Sara reached out and touched my arm.

"Are you cumming?"

"Uh-huh, a little."

"oooh."

"What more do you want to do?"

"I don't know. I don't want you to get mad or anything, If It's too much…"

I inched in closer to her, our bodies almost touching. Sara froze as I mashed my chest into hers. I put my face just inches from hers, taking my hand from between my legs and draping it over her hip. She swallowed hard, her hand continuing to rub between her legs. I took my other hand and placed it over hers, moving hers away and cupping her pussy. Her hips continued to push back and forth against my hand.

"All you have to do is ask…"

Without hesitation, she kissed me hard on the lips. Our mouths opened and our tongues slid around each other's. I rolled her on her back forcefully, hovering over her. She pulled her knees back, resting her ankles on my hips. I let my fingertips slip between her lips, caressing her soft, wet folds from top to bottom, stopping only to give her clit a quick rub and back down again. Our kissing remained intense and passionate as we traded moans. I slowly worked my middle finger inside of her, pressing it deeper with every loving thrust. She was so hot and tight, and my finger slid easily in and out. I could actually feel her juices coating my finger. I quickly withdrew, and breaking our kiss, held my finger to her lips. Her hand grabbed mine and directed my finger between her lips. Her tongue swirled around my finger as she sucked it dry. I wasted no time in wrapping my lips around one of her stiff, light pink nipples. With each pass of my tongue, it grew more erect in my mouth. Finally at full attention, I switched off to the other. 

"How does it taste?"

She smiled and flashed her eyes at me as she withdrew my finger from her mouth.

I quickly returned my finger between her legs, inserting it once again into her pussy. I worked my tongue down her soft skin, kissing and licking all the way down. I reached the soft skin of her thighs, and took my time kissing and biting her, inching slowly inside towards her pussy, building her anticipation. Her breathing increased, and her hips were rising to meet my eager lips. I didn't want her to cum just yet. I wanted her to enjoy it. 

I sat straight up on my knees, and grabbed her ankle in my hand. I slowly ran my tongue over the arch of her foot, underneath and up to her toes. She giggled and tried to pull away. 

"Relax. Just close your eyes and concentrate on how it feels."

Her hand started to make it's way between her legs. I reached out and grabbed it, placing on her breast.

"Not yet. I don't want you to cum yet."

She was eager, but reluctantly gave in to me. I continued licking her toes, one by one until she was audibly enjoying it. When I sensed that she had calmed down a little, I worked my way back up her leg, this time settling directly on her pussy. She moaned loudly as my tongue pushed past her lips and sunk into her hole. I fucked her with my tongue, briefly pulling out and riding it up her slit to her throbbing button. Her body tensed and retracted with each pass. Her hips gyrated slowly, humping my tongue as I ate her pussy. Her creamy juices mixed with my saliva were running out of her, down her crack and onto the bed. Her moaning was increasing, and I knew she wanted to cum. 

I once again replaced my tongue with my finger, pumping it slowly in and out of her light pink folds. I let my tongue gather her cum as I dragged it down below her opening. I gently licked and sucked the sensitive skin between her pussy and ass. Her hips bucked wildly. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her head thrashed from side to side. Her fingers pulled and twisted each of her own erect nipples, and I could see that they were much darker and swollen.

I decided to see how much longer I could keep her waiting, and slowly sunk the tip of my tongue in her ass hole. She squealed loudly, and her whole body jerked. I squeezed her thigh, signaling for her to relax. I waited a second for her to get used to the feeling, and then slowly began to eat her ass again. In no time she was moaning louder, and on the verge of orgasm. I quickly worked my way back up to her clit, engulfing it firmly between my lips, and pressing small circles with my tongue. Her hands grabbed my hair as she threw her hips at me. She was about to cum. I quickly pulled away.

"No, please, not yet. Not yet…don't stop."

Her hips bucked wildly, and her whole body flailed on my bed. I quickly kissed her lips. She turned her head from me.

"Trish no…please don't stop…I'm almost there…"

"Shhh…I know. But now you know what you have to do. If you want to cum, you have to eat my pussy like I ate yours."

Without a word she pushed me on my back and quickly dove her tongue into my pussy. Her tongue and fingers assaulted my clit and asshole, just like I had done to her. Within seconds I was cumming harder than I have in a long time. Normally, I enjoy it when time is taken, but my orgasm nit me so hard and fast I didn't have time to argue. She kept licking and sucking me well into my third orgasm until finally, I had to pull her away. 

Our eyes met, and her face was shiny with juices, and I could see in her eyes she needed to cum. She got up on her hands and knees, crawling towards me, licking her lips and panting. She looked almost animalistic. My sweet, shy sister needed to cum, and nothing was going to stop her.

She crawled on top of me and kissed me hard on the lips.

"Please Trish, I need to cum."

I smiled, and wasted no time going down on her. My tongue assaulted her throbbing clit as my finger massaged her g-spot. In seconds she was screaming as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her tender body. Her body twitched and shook uncontrollably, and cum gushed from her pussy. 

Finally, she had calmed down, and I had taken my spot next to her. We kissed passionately, just holding each other, enjoying the feel of our nakedness entwined together. 

"Wow, I never thought that anything could feel so good."

"Me either."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. No one's ever made me cum like that before."

She smiled at herself, and quickly got onto her knees, turned around and pulled my curtain back. 

"Oh wow. There's got to be at least a foot and a half of snow on the ground. I'll never get my car out tomorrow."

I laughed. "Gee that's too bad, I guess you'll have to stay here with me until Sunday."

She settled back next to me. "Yea, I guess so. It might take days before I can get it out."

"Days huh?"

"Uh-huh."

We both giggled, and kissed passionately. We held each other close, touching and caressing each other until we both fell asleep.



Snow Day



I woke to the rhythmic sound of breathing and soft moaning. The high ceilings of the room were illuminated by shafts of blue moonlight. It was the middle of the night on a weekend ski trip to the mountains. Our friend Shaun had the keys to his parent's condo at a posh resort and we were all taking a well-needed break. The condo was beautiful but only had one bedroom so we, my girlfriend Sara and I, were sharing the living room with our friends Jack and Kim. 

The soft moaning was coming from Kim. As I opened my eyes I could see Jack's dark silhouette slowing moving up and down in that old familiar way. Kim was on her stomach, her head turned away from where we slept. Jack was on top of her and thrusting his hips slowly but firmly into her plump round ass. He was propped up on his hands, his long hair hanging down around his face. I watched as he slowly drew his hips back and then just as slowly drove them forward with an extra little thrust at the end. With each final push Kim gave a very soft sexy moan. I watched as Jack repeated this motion again and again. Suddenly Jack flipped the hair out of his face and caught my eye. Without breaking the rhythm or slow methodical pace of his thrusts he gave me a wink and a grin. I sheepishly grinned back and casually rolled over a little embarrassed at being voyeur.

The next morning at breakfast everyone was excited about snowboarding in the fresh powder that fell the night before. I slept very little after witnessing Jack and Kim in the act, so I was a little out of it and in need of a big cup of java. Shaun, a muscular black stud was laughing at Jack who came out of the bathroom in long underwear and his snowboarding helmet. Next to Shaun was his girl Keisha a curvy black siren. My girlfriend Sara giggled at Jack's antics, I love the way her freckled face lights up when she laughs. However, the good humored kidding didn't last long as Keisha broke in saying, "OK you funny guys Sara and I have a little bad news." 

We all stopped eating and paid attention. Keisha said that the storm that was dumping all this snow was going to eventually close the pass out of the valley. "And since Sara and I have 'REAL' jobs unlike you losers, " she grinned, "we have to head out 'ASAP' so we don't get stuck here." 

Shaun and my jaws dropped. "Come on baby!" I said, "call in sick and stay." Sara refused and Keisha said she could not miss an upcoming meeting and that was the end of the discussion. We pleaded privately with our girls but to no avail. Sara and Keisha quickly dressed, packed, and left in Shaun's SUV. 

"Might as well make the best of it," said Shaun "let's go get some powder!" We all whooped and hollered and headed up the mountain. 

It was a great day of nonstop riding. After the mountain closed we picked up a pizza and headed back to the condo. We stripped out of our snow gear and sat down to the hot pizza in our long underwear. As we ate and knocked back a couple of beers Jack asked, "you guys wanna go out?" 

"Nah," said Shaun, Kim and I agreed. We were all beat and the fact that Shaun and I weren't going to get any tonight was sinking in. Kim noticed our mood change and she popped up out of her chair.

Kim has short thick blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and an impish look. She is about 5'6" tall with perky little tits, B cup I guess, and a nice round ass with muscular legs. She is a personal trainer and has worked as dancer. As she skipped toward the kitchen I couldn't help but watch her sweet ass jiggle across the room. She grabbed a bottle of tequila off the counter and said, "shots all around for some at-tee-titude adjust-a-mento!" She poured us all a healthy shot and quickly knocked hers' back. "Aaah!" Kim exclaimed as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand in a funny animated way. She placed her hands on her hips and thrust out her perky tits and in a very cowboy-like stance and said in a fake drawl "that better boys? Now how about a hot tub?" 

Jack was the first one out to the tub on the deck, flicking off his remaining clothes as he made his way. Kim was behind him as she removed her clothes. Shaun and I stared dumbfounded as Kim looked over her shoulder and with a sly grin said "is it HARD for you boys to get out of your underwear?" She giggled and settled into the hot tub next to Jack. Shaun and I slipped into the tub just in time to hide our swelling cocks. Jack had a big smile on his face and from the way Kim's shoulder was moving it was clear that she was stroking him. With obvious innuendo Kim said, "this sure feels good." Jack just gave a satisfied groan.

Kim whispered something into Jack's ear and he said, "go for it babe." She arched her back and squeezed both of her boobs together lifting them out of the water. 

Kim said, "its OK to look boys, I don't even mind if you touch." Her wet tits were capped by two large puffy pink areolas, they were 3" in diameter and stood out a good half inch like little breasts on top of breasts. 

"Those look good enough to eat," joked Shaun. 

"Then go ahead stud, Jack won't mind, will you baby?" As Kim looked toward Jack he shook his head approvingly and smiled. Shaun wasted no time in moving next to Kim and started licking and sucking on her tits. Kim squirmed and putting a hand on the back of Shaun's head directed him from one nipple to the other. As Shaun suckled Kim's tits, Jack slid underneath her so she was sitting on his lap. Jack obviously had his hand in her crotch and was working her pussy. Kim's breathing was picking up as Jack nibbled and kissed her neck and Shaun alternated between her tits and her mouth.

By this time I had a full on woody and I was staring in total lust at what was taking place in front of me. Breaking out of her pleasure induced trance Kim gave me a wicked grin and motioned me to come over with her index finger. Taking my jaw in her hand she pulled me to her mouth and we shared a hot wet French kiss. "Stand up babe, you too Shaun" she commanded. We both stood in front of Kim, both fully erect. My cock is about 7" hard and quite thick, it has a nice upward turn when hard. I glanced over at Shaun and having seen him in the shower I was not surprised at what I witnessed. Shaun is about 6' tall, with chocolate skin and a very muscular build. His uncut cock was over 8" erect and had a slight curve to the right, it was truly massive. 

Kim looked at our cocks and subconsciously licked her lips. Taking a cock in each hand she said, "Jack's got his cock in my pussy and his hand is rubbing my clitty and it feels soooooo goooood." Her little narration of what was happening made me throw all hesitation to the wind. Then she alternated licks and sucks between Shaun and my cock pulling us close.

As Kim rocked on Jack's cock she expertly gave Shaun and I head. She put both cocks in her mouth and the sight was extremely erotic. To accomplish this "double suck" Shaun and I had to stand very close. In fact our bodies pressed against one another, which felt good in the cold air. Shaun was completely into the moment and his arm slipped around my waist to steady himself. Kim took our cocks out of her mouth and with two hands stroked up and down the shafts as she pressed our dicks together. The feeling was incredible, Shaun's warm body pressing against me, our two boners rubbing and rolling together. 

Kim looked up at us and said, "mmmm cock to cock, I know you studs like that." She squeezed them together hard and with the tip of her tongue played with the pre-cum that oozed out. Shaun's hand was resting on top of my ass, Kim took my hand and put it on Shaun's tight round behind. With her hand over mine she squeezed his ass cheek. "Feels good doesn't it?" she said in between licks on our cocks. Shaun gave a groan and I continued to feel up his ass and back. Feeling Shaun's strong body was so different and taboo that it was getting me even more aroused.

Jack who had been steadily working Kim's pussy suggested we take this fun inside and we all agreed. As we walked into the house Shaun pitched us towels his big boner swinging with each toss. For the first time I could see Jack naked, his 6' frame was lean with washboard abs. His 7" cock pointed up at a 45 degree angle and he was smooth shaven. Kim had wrapped her towel around her so her shaved pussy and ass showed at the bottom. Standing in front of us she said, "tonight I want a fantasy of mine to come true but before anyone gets to fuck me you have to do what I say, do you promise?" 

Of course we were all so horny we said without hesitation YES! Kim squealed with delight and ran out of the room only to return in a second with a bottle of massage oil and a bed sheet.

Laying a sheet on the floor Kim ordered Shaun to lie down on his back on top of it. She then told Jack and I to hold out our hands which she proceeded to cover with oil. Kim then instructed us to start massaging Shaun's body. We looked at Shaun and he just grinned and shrugged so we began. Our first tentative touches were to his legs and shoulders but after Kim turned up the gas fireplace she joined us. Applying oil to her own hands she also went to work on Shaun. Kim started on his chest and worked her way down to his close-cropped pubic hair. Taking more oil she started stroking his hard cock. Shaun closed his eyes and after a few strokes she took Jack's hand and along with hers she moved it to assist her stroking the big black dick. 

Kim removed her hand and Jack continued stroking Shaun. He moved his hand toward the tip and pull the foreskin back revealing Shaun's shiny cock head. Instead of being repulsed I found these developments extremely exciting. "Lick it baby," said Kim. Without hesitation Jack began to skillfully lick and suck the enormous cock. Jack pulled Shaun's foreskin back and let a string of saliva run onto Shaun's cock head. 

Kim then moved over to me and stood in front of me so her round pale ass was at my face level. With limber ease she bent over and looking between her legs she said, "go ahead babe lick it." My tongue immediately went to her wet pussy, flicking out to her clit. She tasted feminine and wonderful. Holding her firm thighs I licked her pussy from behind for all I was worth, my nose rubbing her sweet pink asshole. Kim responded with a deep moan and by grinding back into my face. Soon my face was covered in her wetness.

Kim's body started to quiver as I devoured her pussy. Deciding to take it to the next level I inserted two fingers into her wet snatch and began to rim her cute pink asshole. She responded with a hissing "YESSSSSS" as I continued to tongue fuck her rosebud. Kim started to quiver more and bark obscenities, "Fuck Me, Fuck My Ass with your tongue, mmmmmm so good, look at you cock suckers you've got me so fuck'n HOT!" 

As I worked away on Kim's back side I felt something wet and hot. It was Shaun's mouth on my cock. He had slid underneath me and was licking the underside of my shaft. I was crazed with passion and with my free hand I pushed my dick into his mouth. Jack was standing in front of Kim and she was sucking on his cock. Kim yelled, "I am going to CUM," and her body convulsed in wave after wave of orgasm. My hand furiously worked her clit as she lost herself in orgasm. Her juices flowed onto my hand as I finger-fucked her through her orgasm.

After her orgasm Kim turned around and taking my arm dragged me so I was over Shaun's body. He was still jacking my cock as I straddled his face. "Now suck that beautiful cock, suck it!" demanded Kim. I took Shaun's monster into my mouth. I loved the way it felt, solid, almost velvety in texture. I jacked it up and down as I licked and sucked.

"He's a natural!" said Jack. As Shaun and I continued in our 69 I could feel Kim's hands rubbing my ass, and then suddenly felt her tongue. She sloppily rimmed my hole and it was driving me crazy. She eased in a finger and I thought I would cum, but she talked me through it. She then eased in another finger and began to finger fuck my ass. During this Shaun was doing a great job keeping me on the edge of orgasm alternating between sucking me and squeezing the base of my swollen cock. 

Then I heard Kim say, "alright Jack he's ready." I could feel Jack's hands on my back and then his cock head push against my asshole. Kim whispered in my ear, "are you ready to take it baby? you know you want his cock to fuck you, take it all." She was right. I did want it. And I weakly groaned a in agreement. I wanted Jack's cock inside of me. I pushed back to meet his hard shaft. Jack pushed slowly but firmly forward until his cock head worked its way in. The initial pain was soon replaced by pleasure as Kim applied some lube to Jack's dick. Shaun was now alternating between my cock and Jack's ass and balls. Kim joined me sucking on Shaun's cock. 

My head and body were swimming in a sea of sensation. This was all too much. I shouted, "I am going to CUM!" That's all it took, all three of use shot our loads. Kim took Shaun's first shot in her mouth then quickly fed me Shaun's cock. I sucked two more big gobs out of Shaun as Jack came in my ass. The hot cum inside me was too much, I let my biggest wad ever shoot into Shaun's mouth. Shaun took as much as he could but a thick strand ran down the side of his mouth and chin. The contrast of my white cum on his dark skin was so sexy.

Jack finished his orgasm and collapsed on the floor next to me. The sensation of his still swollen cock pulling out of my ass was delicious. Kim rolled on top of him and they exchanged a cum-filled kiss. Sensing that I was perplexed at what to do with my mouthful, Kim said, "don't spit or swallow baby, come here and give it to me." I moved off of Shaun and locked lips with Kim. Her tongue probed deep into my mouth and we shared a sticky French kiss. I dropped to the floor next to Jack and Kim, the three of us still feeling the glow of the experience. 

We all chuckled and I couldn't help but say "WOW." 

After a minute I noticed that Shaun had disappeared. He suddenly bounded into the room with a big smile on his face and holding an orange prescription bottle. "Who's up for some Viagra!?" he sang out.

To be continued... 

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This story is fiction and depicts adults in sexual situations. It is not intended for minors or anyone offended by erotic literature. 



Snow Day



It was the weekend before Christmas 1997 and I hauled my ass out of bed - I was 29 at the time and mornings were not my most productive part of the day, and being a Saturday, I was in no rush to greet the sun. I entered the kitchen and raised my arm to shield my eyes from the blinding light entering the patio doors. There was at least a foot of pristine Maine snow on the ground, blanketing the backyard to the tops of the trees. Everything a blinding white. My eyes adjusted and I found a note on the kitchen table: 

"John, gone to town with Mom for the day to do some shopping - last chance before Christmas. You and Dad are on your own today. There are leftovers in the fridge. Love ya! - Liz"

Sure enough, the car was gone and a single pair of tracks could be seen heading out the driveway to the road. The main road appeared to have been plowed, possibly some time through the night, but it hadn't been cleared down to bare pavement and it looked packed with snow. Not enough to keep folks off the road the weekend before the 25th, but enough to keep the men at home on a Saturday, warm and dry inside. Town was only about an hour away, but that weekend it was the last place a man wanted to be and I was happy the girls went and left us at home. It promised Ed and I a much welcomed day of peace and quite before the holidays finally kicked into gear.

I put on a pot of coffee to brew. Mys house was quiet and as I sat for a moment in the silence, I began to wonder if Edward was home. I slipped down the hall and peeked into his bedroom to find his bed neatly made. Back in the kitchen, I surveyed the yard and noticed Ed's truck was gone, but tire tracks lead back to the old garage at the far end of the back yard. It appeared he had driven his truck inside and shut the garage door and as I stood looking out over the yard I noticed thin wisps of smoke begin to curl out of the chimney. I figured if he was making a fire he planned on being out there for awhile, so I hurried off to grab some breakfast and to take a quick shower before heading back to see what he might be up to - there was always something to fix or some tinkering to be done and I loved spending time with him, learning whatever tricks I could. Ed had more than 65 years of tricks up his sleeve and I never tired of learning them - in fact we were more like teacher and student than father-in-law and son-in-law, and that was fine by me. We had a very open relationship, in a very private kind of way and sharing new experiences was something we indulged in from time to time, but only when the opportunity arose. Open, uninhibited physical love was a topic he especially enjoyed teaching and I, was always his eager student. I was off to seize the day...

...

I arrived at the barn with two piping hot cups of coffee and I leaned back against the side door and it swung open on oiled hinges. The sweet smell of burning wood was inviting and I could already feel the heat of the wood stove that stood crackling in the corner of the garage. Compared to the bitter cold air outside, the garage was an oasis of warmth. I set the lock on the door as I closed it behind me.

"I brought you a coffee," I said, speaking into the room. Ed was no where in sight.

"Thank you, sir!," Edward said, from the other side of the truck, "Just put it on the bench near the stove." 

I sat both coffees down and moved around the truck to find him on his back, on a crawler with his head and shoulders under the front of the truck. He wore a quilted flannel shirt that was unbuttoned and laying open. His barreled chest and full, mature belly were stretching the cotton of his white, v-neck undershirt. He had on his blue work pants with no belt (just a button above the fly) and his under shirt had worked its way out of the front of his pants, leaving a small patch of his hairy belly exposed. But it wasn't just any hairy belly that turned me on...

My interest in men was limited to senior, visibly mature, very masculine men - I had no desire for men my own age or younger and I was also sexually attracted to women. My bisexual quirk led me to begin lusting after Ed soon after we met - he was the perfect mature daddy. He had a strong, masculine manner and a mature physique, a polar bear of sorts if you will, that fit my profile perfectly and Ed, being a closet bisexual, soon led us to an ever growing history of sexual encounters.

"Need a hand?" I asked, squatting next to him.

"Two heads are better than one," he said, "Do you have the day off?"

"The girls are gone for the day, so I guess you got another head." I said.

Ed continued to fiddle under the truck while he explained how we were going to hook up the plow. All I could think of was "something needs plowing, but it aint the snow..." while I looked down at his short, stocky frame laying on the bench under the truck. Barely listening to him, I gazed down from his exposed stomach, to his crotch, where his massive pile of manly bits lay cradled in his pants - a lovely package - a Christmas gift to open early. 

"What can I do to help?" I asked.

"Hand me that half-inch socket wrench. It should be right here next to me," he said.

I grabbed the wrench and leaned in close to him, placing my hand on his chest to balance myself as I leaned in to hand him the tool.

"Careful not to get dirty," Ed said.

"I don't mind getting a little dirty now and then," I said, as I shifted my weight and slid my hand down to his exposed flesh, catching my self there, as if for balance, with my hand flat against his skin, just under his belly button. His skin felt hot and hairy under my fingers.

"I have something I was going to give you for Christmas, but if you don't mind getting it a few days early...," Edward said, "Did you lock the door behind you on the way in?"

"Yup."

"Now, while I loosen this nut can you find the package I wrapped up for you out there?"

Ed remained on the crawler, with half his body under the truck while I boldly slid my hand down over the fly of his pants, massaging his mound, stroking the outline of his cock and balls. 

"Man, I wish it could be Christmas every day," I said while I groped him, "I'm gonna open your gift right now, do you mind?"

"Perrrrrr fect," he purred, "I hope you like it."

Leaving his pants buttoned, I grabbed the tongue of the zipper over the fly and eased it all the way down. The head of his cock was trying to push its way out of the opening, tenting the white cotton of his briefs. I leaned over him, holding the front open on his underwear and lowered my nose into the opening, past his thick patch of salt and pepper pubic hair, inhaling the musky, warm heat radiating from his groin. I reached inside the piss flap and found his manhood, warm and moist against my fingers, and I pulled his prick out through the slot. It started growing and inflating, like the head of a giant turtle extending out of its shell. I reached in and worked his big, meaty ball sack up and out through the slot as well. Ed's eight inch cock was visibly throbbing before my eyes. I reached down and took hold of the shaft. It was so long and thick it felt heavy in my hand and it pulsed with hardness, resisting the firm strokes of my fist as I jacked him off. Ed had a reputation for having a big cock and, as usual, he had no problem getting a powerful, full erection.

"Santa, this is JUST what I was wishing for," I whispered, "and I have something to give you too - do you want it now?"

A grunt from old Ed told me to continue. Holding his prick straight up, I lowered my lips down over his engorged cock head, tasting his clean, slightly salty meat while swirling my tongue over his swollen glans. I worked his massive tool like an ice cream cone, sucking and nibbling all around the head. I began dive bombing my mouth down over the top half of his dick, working at it aggressively for the first few minutes.

"Ohhhhh, Merry X-Mas," Edward moaned, "Your mouth... feels so nice, John, you're one hell-of-a cock sucker." 

I continued to give him the best head I could manage for several minutes, sucking him in the quiet of the morning while the fire crackled and snapped in the stove near by. It was a moment of pulse racing passion mixed with a natural calm and peacefulness - being with Edward just made me feel good, but that moment, while I selflessly gave pleasure to him in the quiet of that winter morning, approached the sublime. It was like the Zen of cock sucking had revealed itself to me, on my knees in the garage, while a beautiful old man moaned with delight. 

I stood up and got my self a sip of coffee and I kept the cup next to me when I sat back down to continue to service Ed. 

"You alright doin' this now?" I asked while stroking his cock in my hand, "You sure you don't want to get more comfortable?"

"I'm doing just fine... hey, your hand feels warmer," he said.

I picked up the coffee mug again and held it in my hand, almost burning my palm, then quickly set it down to grasp his cock, stroking him with my heated fingers.

I took a sip of the warm coffee and held it in my mouth. I went down on him again and allowed the hot liquid to wash down over the head of his cock as he entered my mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, shit that's fucking hot!" Ed said, bracing himself under the truck.

His cock grew noticeably harder in my hand. He slowly slid out from under the truck while I continued to suck him, not missing a beat.

He raised himself onto his knees. His cock was like steel, hardly moving as he balanced himself with a hand on my shoulder. His cock escaped my lips as I rose up to greet up.

Kneeling, I moved along side him so I could put my left arm around his waist while I leaned in close, rubbing the stiff cock in my pants against his hip. I continued to jacked his massive cock using long full strokes with my right hand.

He turned his face toward mine and closed his eyes, parted his lips and panted, as if out of breath. I moved my face next to his and extended my tongue, tracing the wet inner circle of his lips. His hot tongue lashed out to meet mine and I could feel his saliva dribble down my chin. I rubbed my hand down over his big strong belly and found his cock again. I braced myself against him and began pounding on his cock, gripping him tightly in my hand and riding the skin on his cock as far back as I could take it with each slam of my fist. Ed was taking quick, shallow breaths and he began to pump his hips, fucking my hand. I kept up the fast pace for several minutes - I wanted him to cum so bad I could taste it. My desire to keep giving him pleasure was surpassed only by my desire to make him cum, to make him feel so good that he would relinquish his life giving seed to me, there on the floor in the garage.

"I want you to cum for me, you big, handsome bull. I want you to feel good," I said, looking directly into his hazel eyes, "I wanna milk you till your fucking balls are empty."

"Oh yeah, John, milk your daddies big, fat cock," Ed said, watching me wank his cock, harder and faster, "FASTER, ohhhhh, harder, HARDER, yeaaaaah baby, my balls are gonna blow, son!"

"Lean forward and get on your hands and knees," I commanded.

Ed assumed the position and I moved behind him, running my hands down over the ass of his pants and in between his legs. I grasped his tool - it hung down, long and thick, like the handle of a pick axe, and I continued to pump it, keeping up a steady rhythm, savoring each stroke of Ed's monster cock.

I took another sip of my coffee while I continued to fondle him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. The coffee was very warm but no longer hot - I had an idea.

"I'm so close I'm leaking," Ed said. I quickly lowered my mug under the tip of his cock, catching some precum trickling from his throbbing organ, letting it mix with my coffee - stage one of my plan. 

I took a quick sip, "Hot daddy, that's some fucking sweet precum, ummm!" I said and I lowered the mug back under him to catch another drip.

"I can feel the heat from the coffee," Ed said, "it's feels incredible... oooooooouuuuuhhhh."

I could tell by his grunts and moaning that he was on the brink of cumming. I held his cock straight down, pumping it slowly and I raised my cup of coffee forcing the big, fat head of his cock into the liquid of my warm java - stage two of my plan. I wanted to make him crazy.

"What the fuck!," he barked, "Ohhhh, fuck yeah, shit I'm cumming, John, pump me harder, fucking pound on it!"

His cock turned to iron in my hand and I worked his shaft like a piston, as fast as I could pump it. I lowered the mug in time to watch Edwards balls explode. The first jet of cum hit the surface of the coffee so hard it splashed up over the rim and onto my hand. His cock spewed forth blast after blast of his snow white cream in long, agonizing streams. Edward groaned and writhed while orgasmic shudders shook his body. I literally milked his cock into my mug, squeezing out every drop.

After a moment, Edward leaned back, upright on his knees and his cock hung out of the front of his pants like a drunken one eyed python, still thickened, but no longer fully erect. 

"Now that's a gift that keeps on giving," I said, smiling at Edward.

"I put a lot of thought into it," Ed said, "I knew you'd like it."

"It's what I always wanted, and there's nothing like real cream in your coffee to smooth the flavor," I said, taking a sip and feeling a string of his slimy ejaculate slide into my mouth, "Umm, Christ, that's nice cum, Ed." I sucked up the gob of his fresh, white cum off the back of my hand and smeared it over my lips with my tongue as Edward watched wide eyed.

Ed leaned forward and grabbed the back of my head, forcing his mouth onto mine, sucking at his own seed. Our lips parted and a spider web strand of his sticky cum joined my lip to his. I grunted and extended my tongue and moved toward him, sucking up the string until out lips met once again. As we kissed I reached down and held his half deflated manhood, jacking him slowly as we continued to trade our oral juices. So hot and sticky, so completely horny. So sweet and delicious. His lips were soft and warm and I rubbed my hand over the silver whiskers on his cheek while we exchanged a few more cum covered kisses.

"You've given 'good to the last drop' a whole new meaning for me!" I said, chuckling.

"Maxwell House was just missing the secret ingredient," Ed said, smiling, "a load of fresh, hot cream." Ed wiped away the wet area around his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

Just then we heard a car pull into the drive way and we quickly zipped up and tried to regain our composure. A minute later there were foot steps crunching through the snow and someone was jiggling the side door. I moved to unlock the door to finally see who had come calling.

"You really need to lock the door when you're out here?" Al said, raising an eyebrow on his weathered old face as he entered, "Oh, is that coffee I smell?"

Al was Edwards best friend of more than 40 years - just how good a friend I was soon to find out. 



Snow Day



Anything can happen on a Snow Day. It's a magical time when reality can stand still with an unexpected surprise. This is the story of such a Snow Day many years ago.

I was out of town for a conference. The wife and kids were hundreds of miles away, and I was looking forward to a little quiet time away from home. The hotel where I was staying was a Residence Inn, a complex of small 4-apartment buildings, designed for short-term living. My upstairs apartment was basically a large room with a kitchenette, king bed, couch area and fireplace.

I had recently bumped into an old friend from high school, and she had caught me up to date with many of our classmates, including my high school girlfriend. I learned that my ex was divorced with two kids, and living on the East Coast. We hadn't talked since we broke up after high school, and I was surprised to learn that she was living a few miles from where I would be attending a conference.

We hadn't left things on good terms, but that was years ago, and I was genuinely curious as to what she was up to. Would she think it was weird to hear from me again? After thinking it over, I looked her up in the phone book when I got to my hotel and gave her a call.

Lori was surprised to hear from me, and offered to pick me up for dinner the next night. Her ex had the kids this week and she was looking forward to having dinner with another adult.

The first day of the conference was good, but I was really looking forward to seeing Lori again. Did she look the same? Did I? I thought through how we left things, and decided what was past was past.

Lori parked her car in the lot and walked up to my building. She looked great, and I told her so. She laughed and said my eyesight must be getting a little worse with age. But she did look great. More mature and classy, but still with that youthful smile and laugh. We drove a few miles to a nice Italian restaurant she knew. It was starting to rain a little, and the TV said it might be turning to snow overnight.

Dinner was wonderful. We shared a bottle of wine and talked all through the meal. We gave summaries of our lives since high school, but kept coming back to people and events we knew from school together. As we looked around, the restaurant was mostly empty, so we decided to leave as well. The manager told us to drive safely, it was getting messy outside.

We were surprised to see that the little snow had become a blizzard. Already several inches of snow had fallen, and more was on the way, blowing and drifting, with a layer of ice underneath. It took us much longer to get back to my building, hard to see the roads, and numerous cars in the ditch.

We were about a mile away, when Lori turned a corner and the right rear tire slid off the road and into the ditch. There wasn't enough traction to pull it back, so I got out and tried to push. It took us a half hour if pushing and rocking the car to get it back on the road. I was covered with wet snow and shivering.

It was difficult to see where the roads were compared to the ditches in this commercial area, due to all of the drifting snow. I offered to walk home, so she could leave for home herself, but she was afraid she would never make it back to her house. I offered to let her stay with me, and she agreed.

It took another fifteen minutes to carefully drive the remaining two block to my place and park the car for the night. As we climbed the stairs to the apartment, and told her I would sleep on the couch, and she laughed again, saying that I could if I wanted to, but it wasn't like we hadn't slept together before. And right now, we were so cold, we might need all the body heat we could get. I felt my dick twitch.

I told her to take a hot shower, and I would go to the hotel office next door and get a bundle of firewood for the fireplace. The manager on duty gave me two bundles, saying that there had been reports of power outages due to the storm. The roads were closing, but they had plenty of food on hand if i wanted to come back for the buffet tomorrow morning.

Back in my apartment, I heard Lori using the hair dryer in the bathroom, as I build a fire in the fireplace. I hung up our wet coats, as Lori came out of the bathroom with her wet clothes. She was wearing my blue plaid flannel pajama top, looking like a short dress, and I could see a pair of my white boxer shorts sticking out the bottom.

"I hope you don't mind, but i took some of your dry clothes. Your turn in the shower. I'll bring you some dry clothes too."

I slipped out of my wet stuff and climbed in the hot shower, soaking up as much heat as I could. As I warmed up, I saw that I was getting aroused, remembering how sexy Lori looked in my pajama top, and wondering what she had on underneath besides my boxers. Lori knocked and came in the bathroom.

"Here are some dry things. I'll hang up your clothes by the fire too."

I got out of the shower and dried off, seeing that she brought me the matching pajama bottoms, some blue striped boxers, and a white A-shirt. I got dressed, and it felt great having dry clothes against my skin again.

"Mmmm, nice muscles! You must have picked them up after high school. The skinny guy I remember didn't have that many."

"You look pretty nice yourself - a few more curves than I remember. And it's been a long time since you got in my underwear!"

Lori laughed, lifting up the pajama shirt. "Yeah, and when did you start wearing boxers? I remember you wearing cute little tighty whiteys."

"I still have a few, but they're not so little any more." I nodded toward her pink panties and matching bra hanging on a chair near the fire. "And when did you start wearing such sexy underwear? I remember white bras and panties with little hearts or flowers."

"Benefits of growing up and buying your own lingerie..."

"Right now, those long legs look like they're getting cold. Let's sit by the fire."

I grabbed a fleece blanket off the end of the bed, and wrapped it around my back. I sat on the couch and opened the blanket for Lori to join me. She cuddled under my arm, and I pulled the blanket around us.

The snow blew against the window as the wind howled outside. A lone street light lit the falling snow from below, sending a glow into the room. The only other light was from the fireplace, and it gave us just enough to see each others faces as we flirted and rubbed bodies together.

As I slowly ran my hand up and down her side, I learned what else she had on beneath the pajama top - nothing. My hand brushed up against her hard nipple, separated by the thick flannel material. Lori moaned a little and turned toward me. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled, as we drew our lips together in a long warm kiss.

It was as if the years between had never happened, yet it was clear that we were both mature adults not awkward kids. Our kisses increased in intensity, hungry for passion. I hadn't been that aroused for years, and we ran our hands down the others backs and arms.

Lori slid her hands across my chest, exploring my muscles. It seemed as if she were trying to reconcile her memories of a young skinny boy against the man before her. Her hand moved to my crotch, and rubbed the length of my erect cock inside my pajama pants.

"Mmmm, this seems much bigger than I remember too."

"I think he misses your touch."

"Well, let's not keep him waiting, shall we?"

Lori slipped her inside the fly of the pajamas, and felt my hard cock, already sticking out of my boxers.

She whispered in my ear, "These boxers do have a nice benefit for easy access to the good stuff.", as she pulled my cock out of the pajama fly and began slowly stroking it.

Now it was my turn to groan. Back in high school, a few tugs on my cock were all it took to make me shoot cum all over. Now, it seemed we were both more experienced, and she deftly played with me for a while.

I reached back and began caressing her firm ass. It felt very strange, running my hands across boxer shorts, but that got me more aroused as well. I worked around to her crotch, and she sat back on the couch and split her legs a little. The front of the boxers were soaked with her juices, as I felt her swollen pussy lips beneath. The fly front of the boxers weren't quite the same benefit to me, so I helped her slide them off, and caught sight of her glistening pussy in the firelight. She stood there with the pajama top open and her naked breasts and vagina beckoning to me.

Lori bent down and helped me slide off my pajama pants and boxers, and pushed me back on the couch, my iron hard cock pointing straight up.

"I want you inside me", she told me. "Right now."

Lori climbed up on top of me, and guided my stiff cock into her aroused pussy. I could feel myself sliding easily into the wet and warm tissue. In high school, even with a condom, I would have shot my load within seconds. Now, Lori rode me and I pulled her up and down on my cock, intensifying the pleasure. I caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples as she bounced. I could feel her warm juice running down my balls, and that got me even more excited.

There was a longing hunger in our eyes, and we smiled as the pleasure increased. After what seemed like forever, we started breathing heavy and moving faster and faster, a climax on the way. I couldn't hold it any longer, and shot a thick load inside her, followed by Lori shouting 'yes!' and grinding down on my cock as she had her own orgasm. We collapsed in each others arms and laid there on the couch.

"You learned a lot since high school. Would you be offended if I told you that was the first time you ever brought me to orgasm?"

I didn't believe it, and was a little offended, but quickly thought back to that young, inexperienced kid, and laughed out loud, "No, but remember the male ego is a fragile thing! You're going to have to tell me what I great job I did tonight to make up for that comment."

Lori laughed and said, "Well actually, that was incredible! I didn't think my ex ever did that to me. But right now, I have to pee."

She pulled away, my limp cock falling out of her pussy, along with our combined bodily fluids. After peeing, we cleaned up and climbed into bed dry and naked. She curled up in my arms, and we fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to a wonderful sex dream. I jumped to see that Lori was in bed with me, lying on her side propped up on one arm, and licking my morning wood cock.

"Good morning! I thought I'd have a quick breakfast before leaving."

She slid my cock in her mouth, and pulled it in and out, sucking and kissing it. The last time Lori gave me a blowjob, it was just a few licks and before I could warn her, I shot into her hair. That was embarassing.

Now, she seemed to know exactly how to play me. She would bring me to ecstasy, then back off. I was better at control too, but my wife never wanted to do that.

Lori caressed my balls, then moved down to suck on them one at a time, while whe stroked my hard cock. Then back to my cock in her mouth. I reached down to try to finger her pussy, but she pushed my hand back and said "Just lay back and enjoy. This is your turn now."

I don't know hw I lasted as long as I did, but I finally couldn't take the pleasure any more, and warned her to more away because I was going to cum. She sped up her efforts, and suddenly I shot a huge load of cum in her mouth. Lori gagged a little, but slowed down and swallowed all of my hot seed, licking my shaft clean and kissing the head, before climbing back up in my arms and kissing me, and laughing "My turn now."

I liked how bold she had beome, and watched Lori roll on her back and spread her legs for me to see her wet pussy. I only saw shadows of it in the fire glow last night, but now saw what a beautiful pussy it was. Trimmed dark hair, slick with her arousal, the lips pink and plump. I pulled a pillow down and slid it under hips to raise her gorgeous vagina so I could pay proper attention to it.

I began by licking all around the sides, never touching the tender lips. I kissed each outer lip, then gently took each into my mouth in a soft suck. I must have been doing something right, because Lori groaned and started gyrating her hips slowly. I kissed the entire pussy, and darted my tongue inside and tasted her warm honey. After a while, I flicked my tongue across her erect clitoris, and felt her jump.

"Oh yes! That feels so good!"

I alternated kissing and lightly sucking on her clit, with sliding my tongue deep in and out of her pussy. I would speed up and then slow down to let her catch her breath. I listened for clues as to what she liked, and tried to pleasure her in every way. I had gone down on her a few times in high school, but had no idea what I was doing. It was more of experimenting with our bodies than bringing pleasure. But now I was excited that I seemed to be arousing her so much. I wanted to please her so much, to make up for that incredible blowjob, and to show her what I could do now.

I slipped a finger into her pussy, then another, and slowly massaged the inside, as my tongue licked the outside. She really loved this, and ran her fingers through my hair. "Oh God yes! You're driving me wild!"

I sped up and slowed down, until I felt her thighs start to tremble, and knew she would be cumming soon. She arched her back, then pushed my head away and yelled out in pleasure "Yes! Oh, yes!" I slowed my finger massage way down and stroked her inside as she squeezed her legs together on my hand. "Don't ever stop!"

But finally, she did ask me to stop, and we lay back and kissed again.

"That was the hottest and longest orgasm I have ever had! I mean it! You've spoiled me for all other men now!", she teased.

"You were so confident and sexy! I've never been turned on like that before. See, look!" I pointed to my erect cock again.

"I'd love to go again, but I have to get to work, and I still have to dig out my car. I'll take a shower. Turn on the TV and see how the roads look, would you?"

Lori left for the shower, as I turned on the news. Snow Day! Most roads and businesses were closed. Already fourteen inches of snow had fallen, and they were expecting another six to eight before it was done tonight.

I gave Lori the bad (or was it good?) news in the shower, and she laughed. "Well, if I'm gonna stay here all day, I think you better feed me. We'll need our strength."

I got dressed as she dried her hair, and went to the office next door. They had a breakfast buffet, and I loaded up a container with some eggs, bacon, fruit and toast, and then grabbed two cups of juice. I got back to the room, and Lori had made some coffee. She was on the phone with her work, saying she couldn't come in today. She was back to wearing my pajama top and a clean pair of my boxers, and I came up behind her and caressed her firm ass. She shushed me, then finished her call.

"It looks like I'm yours for the day. What do you want to do?", she leered at me.

"Right now, eat, then we can stay in bed all day and watch movies or think of something better."

Breakfast tasted particularly good, and we watched the news while we had coffee. I stripped down to my shorts and A-shirt and we climbed back into bed. We propped up our pillows and leaned back to see what movies we could find. Eventually we came to some light romantic comedy, and snuggled in bed together to watch it.

It was a wonderful feeling, almost as if we were in a parallel universe where things had turned out differently between us after high school. We laughed and held each other like married people, living in the moment.

After a movie and a half, we reminisced some more, and then some teasing which led to to wrestling. We laughed and rolled around for a while, and then our eyes locked, and we kissed long and hard. We undressed each other, then made love again, this time slowly, and in multiple positions before finding release.

We talked softly as she lay in my arms.

"I'm surprised you had anything left in that thing." She reached down and caressed my soft cock. "Three times in 24 hours. Is that a record for you? It is for me."

I grinned. "A record I'm eager to break after I have a nap to rest up."

We turned off the TV and fell asleep.

After a few hour nap, we woke and turned on the TV again. The snow would be ending soon, but t would take all night to get the roads cleared. Most businesses would be closed again tomorrow. We watched another movie, then decided we were hungry again.

"I'm sure most restaurants are closed, but the office next door has a buffet. Want to go on a dinner date with me?"

"I hope it's not too dressy. I only have the clothes I came here with. I don't think I can wear your clothes there.", she grinned.

So we cleaned up and got dressed, and headed over to the buffet. The dining area was full with the other guests, but there was a nice table in the corner for us. We had a few beers, and the buffet was suprisingly good. No one knew us there, and we held hands and talked after the meal, like young lovers again. We would have one more night like this, then reality would reset, and we would go our separate ways again.

It was a bittersweet walk back to the apartment, where we embraced inside the door and walked back to the bed. I held Lori tight as we kissed, and thought I tasted a tear on her cheek. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands across my chest. I helped undo her blouse, and saw her in her sexy pink bra for the first time. Our sadness turned to hunger, as we held tight and kissed. Lori undid my pants and they dropped to the floor, my excitement obvious as the tent in my boxers. I opened her pants and slid them to the floor, my hand caressing her silky pink panties.

I pulled back the covers, and lay Lori down on the sheets, climbing in next to her and pulling the covers back over us. We kissed and hugged, still in our underwear, for the longest time, enjoying the warmth of our skin.

"Make love to me."

I caressed her breasts, feeling the hard nipples through her bra. I pulled the strap over her shoulder and slowly exposed the nipple as I kissed and sucked on it. I reached around in back and undid her bra and slid it off her smooth skin.

"You did that much smoother than in high school. I even switched to front-clasp bras back then just for you", she confided.

We shared a laugh, and kept the sadness at bay, as we explored our bodies. I felt the damp spot in her panties and slid my finger inside the leg to slide between her slick pussy lips. Lori started groaning again and she arched her back and took my hand in hers, guiding me to play with her pussy. I pulled down her panties and softly massaged her pussy and clit.

Lori reached down and pulled my erect cock out of my boxers, stroking and squeezing it. "I want this where your fingers are."

I pulled off my A-short and boxers, and climbed on top of her, spreading her legs, and positioning my cock. Lori grabbed the shaft and guided me inside.

"You've got ten minutes if you want to break your record of four cumshots in 24 hours", she laughed.

"I'd rather make love to you all night than hurry up", I told her.

We stayed in the missionary position, slowly making love, for what seemed like forever. Neither of us wanting to it to end. But eventually, we cried out in release, and drifted off into a deep slumber.

The next morning, the Snow Day was over. I could almost feel the magic starting to fade. We laughed and tried to keep it light, but we would be moving on to our separate lives in different areas of the country. We showered together in a fun way, with no sex, but another opportunity to touch and see and make memories.

We dressed, and I walked Lori to her car, to help her dig out. We kissed in the parking lot, and wished each other well.




Snow Day



I watched Lori drive off back to her life, and prepared to get back to the remainder of my conference.

Anything can happen on a Snow Day.



Snow Day



"OOOHHHH"

Hearing the soft exclamation coming from ahead, I lifted my eyes from checking the climbing gear I was patiently untangling. My eyes immediately moved to the peaks before me, their tops covered in a solid blanket of white. The smooth unblemished fields extended down about halfway slowly transitioning in undulating waves to the uncovered bases. As I watched, the landscape before me shuddered slightly and I noticed some small cracks appearing in the white as she let out another soft "Ooohhh" of exclamation.

Putting the climbing gear aside for the moment I turned my attention to the situation at hand. Seeing her face was slightly flushed and her breathing was deeper than normal I moved forward, gently touched her shoulder and asked, "Are we good? Ready to keep going?"

"Oh, yes," she said determinedly. "We are definitely ready."

"Good," I nodded.

Reaching back to my equipment I grabbed my warm cup and slowly allowed the heat to seep into my hands for a moment. The temperature was perfect; just where I wanted it. Glancing at her again I offered it to her with a slight gesture. Upon seeing her nod I raised it up towards her.

This time the exclamation was more pronounced as the hot wax landed on her already partially coated breasts and slid slowly down. It looked for all the world like a slow-motion avalanche. I slowly moved the stream of heavy liquid across the valley between her breasts and added another layer to the left side as I had done to the right. I smiled at her as she shuddered at the change in temperature once more.

Setting the cup down for the moment I proceeded to return to the ropes I had been working on. Before moving to the bunch I had been untangling I checked the knots securing her hands to the headboard to make sure they were snug after all the wiggling she had been doing. Next I paused at what I assumed had caused the exclamations, the rabbit vibrator lodged firmly in her sex. Wanting to prolong the enjoyment a bit longer I adjusted the speed so as to draw out the pleasant torment.

I quickly got the ropes sorted into small piles by length so I could easily grab them as I desired. I then took a moment to assess the scene before me. She was stretched out before me with her wrists tied together and then stretched up to the headboard, gently biting her lower lip with her body sensually wriggling back and forth as she processed the heat and intensity from the wax I had just applied across her breasts. The rest of her torso glistened slightly with oil (the easier to remove the wax) and glowed softly in the light. My eyes lingered once more on her sex quickly assessing her arousal and the speed of the vibrator again. Deciding things were moving along at the right pace I continued my visual travels down her legs as they writhed slightly against each other in response to the stimulation being applied as the vibrator shifted between the random patterns I had set it for. Those beautiful legs were the next area of attention and I tapped my finger absently on my chin as I made up my mind as to how to bind them.

I had just made my decision when I heard a soft whimper escape her lips as a particularly stimulating vibration caused the prongs of the vibrator to move rapidly against her clitoris. Knowing she was rapidly moving towards orgasm I began working. Humming along to the music, I attached carabineer clips to the corners and middle of the headboard, "dum-de-dum delightful, and since we've no place to go..." 

Moving back down to the foot of the bed I began attaching ropes to her ankles subconsciously pacing my wrapping with the tune. Over, over, around, under and through and then pulling slightly to snug it into place I tied one ankle and then pulled her heel to her buttock and did a quick wrapping turn around her thigh with a half hitch to secure the rope in place. I ran the rope up toward her knee and then did a couple of wraps around her upper calf and secured it in place with a surgeon's knot. Checking the remaining length of the tail and finding it suitable for what I had in mind I moved over and repeated the process on the right leg. 

I stepped back and checked things again. Both legs were secured and could be moved to the sides, along her body, towards the foot of the bed, or even tied together. The position also gave me easy access to her sex and beautiful round ass. Her hands were out of the way and the contrast of the white wax against the light tan of her skin was quite striking. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the sensations of the ropes, the wax and the continuously shifting stimulation to her vagina and clitoris. Wanting to emphasize the ministrations I was about to apply I turned off the vibrator and slowly began to withdraw it. Realizing what was happening she tried to clamp down and I chuckled softly as I had to work harder to pull it away from the grip of her kegel-strengthened vulva and the slight grasping of her labia as if finally emerged fully from her sex.

She pouted slightly as she realized I wasn't immediately replacing it. Her eyes locked with mine pleading silently for more. I simply smiled and began with the next phase of my plan. Grabbing the tail of the rope on her left lag I pulled it through the clip attached to the left corner of the headboard and then moved to the base of the bed pulling on the rope and drawing her knee up towards her chest. I stopped when her knee was even with her belly button and her leg was angled away from her body at about a 45 degree vertical. I secured the rope to the footboard with a half hitch and square knot so I could move it easily when I wished. I quickly did the same to the right leg with her eyes following my actions the entire time. She was now secured by all four limbs and her shaved sex was openly displayed and glistening slightly in arousal. 

The music had moved on I noticed as I gently stirred the melted paraffin and refilled my cup for the next application. I couldn't help myself as I leaned forward and began pouring the wax in large drops starting in the valley between her breasts and beginning a trail down her torso, "Baby, it's cold outside..." I made sure the drops were falling so she could feel each splash fully before the next one hit ensuring a constant barrage of stimulation to her entire torso. I moved down her body leaving a lovely trail of slowly solidifying white, stopping at her mons to allow the wax to flow slowly along the slight rise of her pubic bone. As I watched the wax slowly cascade and begin to slightly pool at her hip sockets I reached down and began lightly running my fingers along her labia and rubbing my thumb in light circles around her clitoris. A soft moan escaped her lips as she tried to thrust her hips up to increase the contact but was only minimally successful because of her bindings.

Deciding it was time to let things escalate I grabbed a wand vibrator and began to lightly tease her labia with the head of it on a lower setting. While she was thus distracted I began once more to drop the wax on her body and was rewarded with a light gasp as the first drops hit her legs. I traced a trail of droplets down one leg and up the other curving away just before reaching her sex. I moved the wax back and forth in this fashion stimulating her sex with the wand the entire time. She was definitely approaching orgasm now as she was moaning louder and pressing against her bonds trying to increase the stimulation in her vulva. I rewarded her patience by increasing the intensity of the vibrations and pressing it more firmly against her lips and moving it tantalizing closer to her clitoris.

Wanting to bring her to her first orgasm of the morning I continued my ministrations with the wand and began to drip the wax ever closer to her sex. I teased her by letting it fall just at the base of her outer lips and trailed the heat of the wax along one side getting teasingly close to her clitoris before moving it across and trailing it down the other side. Watching her closely I saw her sex open slightly and turn a deeper shade of pink as she strained forward trying to engulf the head of the wand. Her skin glistened with the heat of the wax combined with her arousal and a slight flush had begun to spread across her chest and her cheeks were beginning to turn a deeper red. Recognizing the signs of her impending and, by the signs, powerful orgasm I moved the wand to her clitoris and watched as she thrust her hips into it maximizing the contact with the vibrating head. 

Holding it in place I watched for the next few moments as her orgasm built and then crashed over her in a wave. Her moans increased steadily until with a small cry she began writhing against her bonds, her heels digging into the bed and her hips bucking wildly against the bonds and the wand being held firmly to her sex. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she panted. "Oh god, yes! Yes! Yes!"

As the bucking began to subside slightly I continued my ministrations. Keeping the wand pressed against her clitoris, I began moving it in a small rocking motion to stimulate her clitoris and the upper labia. With my other hand I began thrusting two fingers into her moistened vagina matching my thrusts to the pulses of the wand. I didn't have long to wait as the second orgasm followed on the heels of the other barely allowing the first to pass before the second wave crashed over her. No more words came as she was reduced to monosyllabic exclamations from the power of the multiple orgasms piling on top of each other drowning out the music.

"Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah...mmmm. Oh, yeah, uh-huh...mmmm...ooohhh. Aaahhhh."

I gently pulled the wand away and massaged her sex lightly with my fingertips as the orgasm slowly subsided. Eventually her breathing became steadier and her eyes and face lit with a radiant smile as she met my gaze. I returned the smile and moved up to brush the hair away from her face. 

"Wow," she gasped.

I nodded and smiled as the music changed songs again. Our ears filled with "Winter Wonderland" as I let my eyes wander across her body and take in the pale white of the wax against her skin. No longer was it just solid fields of white as her exertions during orgasm had filled it with cracks and some pieces had begun to fall away. Reaching for my blade to begin removing it from her glowing body I looked out the window at the snow as it continued to fall, "And it looks like we have all day to play."

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