4 comments/ 22640 views/ 15 favorites Winter Warmer By: BowleggedAndStarving I had just graduated from College and moved back home for a couple of months until I got set up with an apartment. The anhedonia of life in the family home was starting to overwhelm me. I missed my friends and my freedom. I felt altogether too big to be back in my old bedroom, like it wasn't a part of me anymore. My wonderful mother was revelling in having her little boy back home and had stepped back in time about ten years, treating me as though I was unable to do a single thing for myself. The novelty of this had worn off after a day. There was too much fussing, something my dad simply rolled his eyes at and with a good-humoured smirk told me to go along with. This theme had extended to a reunion dinner with old family friends, the son of whom I had been raised with. Both families were much too excited to have everyone back together, all grown up. I did not share their enthusiasm. This was sure to be a chore. Our parents had been friends for years and we were pushed together as children, him a nervous entity that ran crying to his mother at any given opportunity. He was a year younger than me and by the time I was fourteen we had firmly established that there was no mutual ground with which to be friends. As their visits loomed I would find any excuse to escape and it seemed he caught on to the trick as he too gained his own liberation. Christmas cheer had to be mustered from somewhere. I was sure he would be just as reticent. Maybe he would bring his comics and hide behind his mother's armchair reading as he used to. Ha. Maybe it would be interesting to see if he had changed. The day they were due for dinner I was working. I had spent the morning fixing the Christmas tree after my dad had thrown it up, and chucked whatever glittery things he could find over it. My mom wanted it to be special and I wanted to help her out. It was as if the President was visiting. The house was immaculate, mom was up early to start the preparations for the meal and truthfully after a morning of chores I was glad to have the excuse of employment to bow out of this mad house. I had taken a job at the local library to tide me over and to help out with the extra cost of having me at home, something my mother only grudgingly accepted. It was a small town so the job was not a busy one and I spent my days reading penguin classics. The building was an old stone nook with a bell above the front door and ceiling high shelves with ladders to reach the top. I loved it here. There was a large fire that I would sit at as I read, curled up with an eye on the door. It was from this vantage point that I watched the snow as it began to float in the sky. Content with my settings, I knew there wouldn't be any interruptions in this weather. I wrapped my scarf round me, saving my neck from the draught and cradled a cup of coffee in the fire's glow. I was the only one working today and it wasn't until my cell vibrated itself off the side table with my mother's call that I realised I had lost track of time. I should have been home an hour ago to help with the last minute preparations for tonight's dinner. I put out the embers that remained and made my way to the door to lock up as I apologised to her. I trudged through the snow to my car and defrosted it as best I could before setting off for home. In the dark with the headlights on the snow was flying toward me, making it difficult to see the road. I wondered if they would be able to make the hour long drive over for dinner. As I pulled into the drive I saw their car and knew that they had made it. I knew my parents would have wanted me to change into something smarter for our guests and I had to prepare myself mentally both for the stern looks from them as they clocked my sweater torn at the neck and for the prospect of having to make awkward conversation when I was once again pushed together with him. Dinner was uneventful, filled mostly with questions about long term ambitions. His parents were utterly lovely and polite as always and he seemed overwhelmingly uncomfortable, saying very little and scrutinising everyone's facial expressions, looking towards his parents before each sentence he offered. Nothing had changed. Before the apple pie had been served it had been decided that they would stay the night, the snow having continued heavily did not make for safe driving conditions. After dinner our parents made their way to the lounge telling us not to worry, we were allowed to go do something else instead of "listening to the oldies wittering on". I glanced at him from the corner of my eye before breathing out a laugh and telling him to follow me to the den. It was always warm in there and the ratty old sofa was the comfiest place in the house. I told him to have a look through the DVDs and see if anything took his fancy - it was that or board games, and I couldn't see us getting down to a serious game of twister or scrabble. While he was perusing the shelves I brought through a couple of glasses of mulled wine and curled up on the sofa. It was pretty late when I opened my eyes to find I had fallen asleep watching the movie. He was asleep too, breathing deeply and evenly, his knee touching mine. I don't know why but I waited for five minutes to wake him. I took in every feature in detail while listening to the DVD menu music play on loop. I could hear that our parents had already gone to bed and gave him a gentle nudge to wake him and lead him to his room for the night where I left him. I got to my room and fell onto my bed, unable now to sleep. This was partly to do with the cold that had seeped into the upper floor of the house and something else I couldn't put my finger on. The house was finally silent, it had creaked its last and settled for the night. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, smoking, the ashtray balanced on my chest. The night hadn't been as horrific as I had thought. I was relieved, almost, that I had seen them all again after so many years. Funny. They were all totally the same. There was a noise in the hallway and then my door opened. He stumbled into my room, smiling to himself. "Fuck, why would someone leave a pile of books in the hall to fall over in the dark?" He walked over towards my bed, replying to my confused look by holding up a bottle of bourbon "This was supposed to be a coping mechanism for the horrors of tonight. No need apparently." He threw himself onto the end of my bed, turned his head towards me and grinned. "What's this? Smoking? Tut tut, and I thought you were a good boy!" He lifted the cigarette out of my slack hand and took a draw. I could only stare at him. What had happened to the shy and retiring kid that I had been reintroduced to? I closed my gawking mouth as he turned to look at me, raising an eyebrow. He blew a smoke ring and laughed. "What?!" he asked, grinning. I had nothing to say so I simply stole my cigarette back and let him come up with a reply to his own question. "Oh, come on! I'm not still some little prude who won't open his mouth to anyone. I grew out of that a long time ago, you just didn't ever give me the chance to show you that!" he accused. There was no malice behind his accusation and I was thankful for that. He kept his air of surprising good humour about him as he laughed at me again. "We weren't really planning on staying the night so I thought I might be able to borrow some pyjamas, it's fucking freezing in this house! And I thought you might want to help me with this - warm up a bit!" he clinked the bottle with his ring as he held it up. I got up to get him some bottoms and a hoodie and as I threw him his night clothes he stood up and started to change. I busied myself on the other side of the room pretending to look for a lighter, glancing back once or twice and catching a glimpse of his slim well defined frame. Once he was covered up again I jumped back onto my bed, back into its warmth. He stood in the middle of the room looking about him for a second before picking up my hat and scarf and putting them on whilst shivering for effect. He moved back to my bed, sat with his back against the wall and pulled the covers over him. Our knees were touching again as we settled down to talking. Truthfully, I had plenty of room and could have moved over but the small glimpse of skin I had seen intrigued me and I kept close to him. He uncorked the bottle and took a swig before passing it to me. It was surprising what a difference the whiskey made, my insides felt like they were glowing in warmth. He was getting cosy himself and had unravelled my scarf a little so it draped off his shoulder now, the fringes of it close by my side. I started to play with the threads, running them through my fingers while the conversation continued. I felt completely at ease with him there, but there was a nagging pull on my stomach every time I looked up to see him peeking out of my bauble hat, looking every part the unaware model. I noticed his eyes follow my fingers as they swept their way through the yarn, a subtle smile pulling up one side of his mouth. I carefully pulled the end of the scarf and brought it completely into my lap. "Why did you do that?" he asked softly. "It was distracting me" I answered surprisingly truthfully. He exhaled through his nose as a smile played across his face. Without warning he leaned over and pulled the zip of my chunky knitted sweater down. I raised an eyebrow as he stated "Ditto". It was my turn to play coy as I felt my cheeks flush with colour. Seemingly very pleased with himself he smiled "You're blushing." I retaliated by pulling his hat off, messing up his hair in the process. This time neither of us smiled, both of us staring at each other, unblinking, before simultaneously quickly pulling off our shirts. An arms reach from each other we stalled, understanding perfectly what was going to happen. Both of us were kneeling on the bed and he moved himself forward slowly, in direct contrast to the haste of our undressing. Never looking away, he said nothing but conveyed everything. He slowly confronted me, his green eyes tracing my neck and shoulder. We held ourselves an inch apart, revelling in the delicious agony of our separation, waiting with anticipation for the electricity to pass between us as we overcame our personal abyss. My trembling fingers quested forwards, hovering over his heat, shaping the air around him. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and face as he danced his head around me, choosing carefully the place he would first kiss me. He surprised me totally. He licked behind my left earlobe and held my ear playfully between his teeth. It was more intimate than anything anyone had ever done to me. He grazed the length of my ear with his teeth and then moved to my face, kissing each of my eyelids. He pulled away enough that his breath left me and I was in agony. My eyes flittered open to see him taking me in, a smile playing in his eyes, his lips slightly parted. His full lower lip was so inviting I reached over to touch it. I skimmed my finger over his mouth, tracing the delicious shape of it before he kissed my finger and brought both hands up to cup my hand. He pulled my hand down and placed it on his hip bone and moved in to kiss my mouth for the first time. The play up to this moment had heightened each of my senses and when the kiss finally came I melted into it totally. It was soft and tender and tasted wonderful. I bit and sucked his cushion of a bottom lip softly and then ran my tongue gently along the line where his lips met. He opened his mouth at once and our kiss evolved into a deep embrace, our tongues trying to pull the other one closer. I wound my hands into his ruffled brown hair as the pressure of our union increased. We pushed forward and arched back, grabbing indiscriminately at each other. His pawing of my chest started to gain in force and he pushed me down onto the bed. As he did this he spread my legs and pulled himself on top of me and bore down on me continuing his kisses. At that moment I let out a keening whine and breathed his name. It was a sound I have never come close to making before. It took me by surprise and I lifted his head from mine for a moment. He tried to nuzzle the air near me, protesting at our separation. I held him in place and waited until he brought his eyes to mine and pulled through my pupils the thoughts gushing through my brain. "I haven't really..... I might not be the best..... I mean it's my....." He started giggling and I went scarlet. He kissed me all over my burning face, his hot breath snorting out with each laugh only inflamed my skin more. "A virgin!" I squirmed. "No. I just haven't been with a guy before." He pinned my arms above my head and snaked his neck until he made me hold his gaze. My pride was drained. "Tell me more." he said. "What else is there?" I was dying. "I've never had the guts to go with it and admit that I like guys." Oh God, this was painful. "Do you feel uncomfortable?" I nodded, he grinned even further. "Good. That's for telling everyone I peed in the pool when we were on vacation when I was seven. Asshole move, dude." "Bastard!" I laughed and pushed against him, fighting him. We rolled on top of each other, each trying to restrain the other. I gave in to him and relented. He was the one who knew what he was doing. The shy kid. The one I had written off as not worth hanging out with because he was quiet and not cool enough. It was he who had taken control and started this with his unzipping. He who had got me to admit what I never have to anyone. How was he the one who had his shit together? When I figured out that I was gay I didn't want to alienate my friends, I thought they wouldn't accept it or me. I guess I didn't give them enough credit. I was also too terrified to admit it as they would expect me to act on it and meet a guy. Giving myself over to someone so completely scared the living hell out of me. Yet here I was, legs wrapped around the most unlikely of partners. I couldn't have been happier. He kissed me then, breathing "sorry for laughing" into my mouth. His shoulders still hunched with the last of his amusement. I kissed him back, pushing up into him until he was kneeling once more and I was straddling his lap. I pulled at his hair and his head fell back exposing his neck. I licked and bit my way down it, my hands tracing the muscles of his chest and rubbing across his sensitive nipples. I was starting to get hot. God, this was incredible. I could feel my body take over as I started to roll my hips, grinding myself into him. He was dragging his fingers up and down my spine pulling the lower part of my body more firmly onto his. With his mouth open, his lower lip dragging up my neck, he whispered "Lie down." I did as he said and he explored my stomach with his hands as he brought his head to my crotch. He was lying between my legs and he rested his head on my thigh, looking at my heat, his steady breath teasing me as my member pulsed. He ran a finger from the corona along the underside and down to my balls and then carefully kissed the tip of my penis, adding a flick of his tongue to it's opening. I was already leaking my excitement. He used his finger to spread my fluid across my head before he took me into his mouth. His tongue worked in so many magical ways as he sucked me in. He bobbed his head up and down as I shuddered into the bed, my hands grabbing at the covers in an effort not to shout out. He gently played with my balls as he worked on me. He would occasionally rise his head high enough to let my cock slip out and flip back onto my stomach, the cool air on my wet skin adding to the pleasure. He worked on me with his hands again, stroking me and playing with my balls. He took only the tip back into his mouth and used one hand around my base to create an incredible pressure. As he did this the hand that was on my balls moved further down, fingers grazing my perineum until they hit my most intimate part. I felt myself tighten up with nerves instantly. This was something I had never experienced before. He lifted his head, sucked on one of his fingers and told me to relax. "This will feel great, I promise." I nodded, trying to believe him. He stroked me again and as he brought his mouth back to my cock he gently pushed his finger into me. It felt a bit odd and not particularly hot until he pressed on something deep inside me and I lost my mind. I lifted up my hips, pushing further down his throat and allowing better access for his fingers, begging him to continue. I had never felt anything like it. I bucked my hips a couple more times until I felt the familiar tightness and fullness spread, my stomach in knots. I tapped him on the shoulder "I can't hold on, I'm going to..." He batted my hand away and continued as I exploded into his mouth. I spurted a load bigger than I had ever managed and he sucked me and pressed on my button until I was spent and my penis started to soften slightly. I twitched with each stimulation, unable to keep still. I was so turned on and so sensitive after my orgasm I had to drag him up to stave him off any more torture; it was almost painful after my release, every nerve ending was buzzing. He brought himself to kneel over me on his hands and knees, a sheepish look on his face as he smiled, knowing what he had in his mouth. He smiled a close-lipped smile and brought his face to mine and kissed me. I could taste myself in him and he swirled the last of my seed into our kiss then parted, a string of saliva and sperm connecting us briefly. He knelt up, grinning and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then rolled onto his side, pulling me round to face him. Lying together, face to face, I stared into his eyes and stroked the hair out of his eyes. His almond shaped eyes never left mine. I marvelled at the discovery of a perfect blue dot in his green eyes. A discovery I knew to be one only found when this intimately connected. I ran my hands over his defined arms and watched his muscles twitch under his skin. I could feel him move his hips slightly, the tip of his penis grazing my leg. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given me and I reached down between us to wrap my hand around him. He felt so wonderfully different from me. I could feel him pulse and jolt with each stroke. His mouth was open and he leaned towards me without fully connecting with my face. We didn't break away from our gaze. I moved up and down his member slowly. When I began to ring my thumb around his head his eyes closed and he pushed into me gasping. His face nuzzled into my neck as he called out my name. I had never heard it sound so beautiful. When he bucked himself into orgasm the ropes of his pleasure fell onto my stomach and chest, with a few hitting him too - one landing on his chin. I leant over and sucked the juice off his chin, tasting him for the first time. I was thrilled I had managed to cause such excitement in someone else. He fell onto his back looking to the ceiling. With my arm behind his neck I rolled to cuddle into him as we both drifted into nocturnal bliss. When I awoke the next morning the room was bright and the snow was sitting on the window ledges a foot high. My hand was slackly round his manhood and he was making contented groans as he began to stir and come to. His long eyelashes fluttered and then opened. He stretched his whole body and grunted sweetly before looking down to my hand. "Morning" he sighed, a grin sleepily spreading over his face. His body went lax after his stretch and he rolled on top of me, giving me his whole weight, his breathing whispering into my ear while he closed his eyes again. "Looks like we're not driving anywhere today...." Winter Warming Booth A gust of cold wind hit Ona head-on as she jogged over the bridge, but the tall dark-haired girl didn't mind. She was dressed for this weather - her long athletic legs sheathed in lined spandex, her torso protected by a snug windbreaker, even her hands and ears covered in gloves and a hat. Ona took a lot of pride in the excellent shape she kept herself in, and a big part of that was not letting a little cold weather keep her from her daily run. Really, it was a gorgeous morning, bright and sunny, just rather chilly. There were a few other folks out in the park alongside the river - some other runners and a few folks walking dogs. Everyone was bundled up tight. There certainly wasn't a lot of skin showing on a day like this. Ona ran through the riverside park almost every day, so she immediately took notice of a new structure that had been set up just off her path. It looked like a big cylinder, maybe 8' across and 8' tall, that had just been plunked down on the grass. A big sign next to a solitary door read: Winter Warming Booth When Ona was finally steered back to the intersection she had given the computer, she was massively relieved to see that her clothes were indeed there, folded in a neat pile by the street sign post. She was directed right up to the post then slowed to a stop. As soon as she stopped moving, her collar made a small beep. All at once, the collar, shorts, and running bra split apart and fell right off her body, leaving her standing there naked. The mortified girl scooped up her own clothing and made a dash for her apartment, hoping nobody she knew was looking. Once inside, Ona collapsed onto her bed, thrilled that the torturous run was finally over. After the crazy ordeal, it was hard for her to even decide what she wanted to do first: get in a hot shower, fall asleep right away, or grab a vibrator and finally get the orgasm that had been building all day. Then one other priority entered her mind: revenge. This whole thing wasn't planned and perpetrated by some computer, it was done by a person, and that person was going to pay. She decided that before anything else, she'd better go pick up those damn running clothes and collar - they would be critical evidence when she went to the police. When she got dressed and went back to the intersection, her heart fell as she saw that the running clothes and collar were gone. Shit, had some do-gooder anti-litter freak walked by and picked them up? She looked up and down the street, but there was nobody in sight. Kicking herself for not grabbing those items as soon as they fell, Ona then figured that she'd better go check on the "warming booth" in the park where this all started. Ona wasn't up for running to the park, but it was a close enough walk. When she got there, she found exactly what she had been dreading: nothing. The booth was gone without a trace, and nobody in the park remembered seeing it be hauled away. Ona would call the Parks Department later, but she already felt sure that she wouldn't find anything. With no physical evidence whatsoever, there was no point in even going to the police. There was no way they would believe her story, and there certainly wouldn't be any way for them to find whoever did this. Shit, shit, shit! Some bastard had put her through hell all day long, and he was going to get away scott-free. Winter Warmth Justin peered out his bedroom window, staring at the heavy cascade of mid winter rain beating down on the thick drenched grasses, and pooling in every divot in his yard. He stood there grinning, daydreaming about the summer past, wishing it had not ended so quickly. He sighed deeply, mindlessly crossing his arms, and turned to his girlfriend who was curled up on her corner of the bed, reading yet another old, weathered book, thumbed through so many times that the pages were creased and yellowing. He cleared his throat, hoping to get her attention but when she did not look up, he slumped onto the bed beside her and snatched the book away. Natalie looked up, mouth agape at his sudden brazenness. "Lets go for a drive," he said before she could complain. This was nothing unusual. He loved driving through the rain, and chasing thunder and lightning. It was exciting and secretly, she loved it too. In truth, however, she was warm, content, and heavily mesmerized in her book, despite the fact that she had read it a dozen times before. The rain sometimes kept her spellbound, no matter the activity and she was not really in the mood for driving through it. "It's pouring!," she said exasperated but seeing the pleading look in his eyes, she sighed and quickly agreed, not wanting to disappoint the man. He flashed her a wide smile, obviously failing to hide his elation. He had quite a bit more planned than the usual rainy day drive. Natalie slipped on her shoes and Justin helped her into her coat. He snatched his keys and strutted down the stairs, turning only once to shoot Natalie a dirty grin. She exchanged a smile, thinking only that he was excited to be going out. Perhaps a bit more excited than usual but it had been a while since it rained like this... Justin slid his key into the ignition without breaking his gaze on Natalie. She shifted in her seat, thinking that he was staring at an imperfection or clothing malfunction. She smoothed out her coat under the seat belt and ran her fingers through her hair to tame any stragglers. She glanced up at Justin, who was still glaring. "If you take a picture,"she said "it'll last longer!." Justin grinned, shaking his head. "I would if you ever let me!." Natalie pretended not to hear and rendered her focus to the rain now pounding even harder on the pane. Surely, it would hail soon. No doubt Justin was aware of this. She was sure this was why he chose now, of all times, to drive aimlessly through the rapidly worsening weather. The young man pulled out of the drive and set course for the foothills above their city home. Natalie realized what was happening when Justin turned on to the familiar mountain road. Often times, when their relationship was new, Justin would drive up the dirt path and follow it all the way to the top, parking on a shady ledge that overlooked the their highly populated city. There they would spend hours in the large, accommodating back seat of his Toyota Tundra, worshiping and pleasuring each other into wild, frantic frenzies, and making love until either were too tired to function. Justin sensed that that Natalie was now aware of his plan. The trace of a knowing grin was rapidly spreading itself over her face. He parked his truck on the remote ledge just in time for a grand flash of lightning that lit the entire darkened sky. Thunderous booms shook the city. Natalie sat in her seat, overcome with bubbling excitement. As if the lightning was his cue, Justin pushed open his door, struggling a little with the gaining wind, and exited. A moment later, he opened the rear door and plopped himself into the backseat, shaking off what rain he could. He slammed the door and peered up at Natalie. That dirty grin he had on his face all afternoon had finally morphed itself into full toothy smile and his eyes were wide with anticipation. "Why don't you come sit back here with me?," he said charmingly, waving her into the backseat, coaxing her closer. Another loud clap sounded overhead and the nearby trees whipped around wildly, threatening to detach and strike the truck. Electrified and unafraid, Natalie shrugged off her coat and gracefully swung her legs over the consul and into the backseat, forgoing the rain entirely. And, anticipating Justin's notion, climbed into his lap,wrapping her arms and legs around the pleasantly surprised young man. She grinded her ass into his crotch, pressing his hastily hardening manhood against herself. Justin inhaled sharply, not expecting her to take the lead. He excitedly attempted to unbutton her blouse, fumbling a little and quickly resorted to ripping it off entirely instead. Not knowing what came over him, he tore off her bra as well, and smothered his face in her hot heaving breasts. Natalie squealed, running her fingers through his damp hair. Despite the terrible cold outside, they were both sweating profusely. Natalie pressed her lips onto his and parted them with her tongue, probing deeply into his mouth for what seemed like hours, nearly forgetting to breath. She stopped gyrating in his lap and slid herself off of him. He was almost disappointed before he realized what she was about to do. She slowly unzipped his pants, giggling a little as his dick flopped out. She rubbed her fingers up and down his thickened shaft, reveling at it's silky smoothness. The young woman lowered her face to his groin and took him into her mouth, still rubbing the base of his cock with her finger tips. A heavy moan escaped his lips as he flung his head back. The warm, silky wetness of her mouth enclosing around his plump penis caused him to shudder. It felt so good. He let her suck him until he couldn't stand it any longer. Desperately wanting to hump her senseless, he pulled away and flipped her over onto the seat. Justin pulled her pants down and grinned. "No panties today?," he asked, lifting her legs over his shoulder to slap her little ass. She giggled, relishing in the sudden and powerful sting on her butt cheek. He slapped the other one for good measure. The rain had now come to a climax, hail began clobbering the roof of the truck, and the wind moaned it's very loudest on the shoulder of the mountain road. As if it were edging the couple on, the thunder crashed and sent deep cosmic vibrations onto the thoroughly dampened earth. Now throbbing hard, Justin parted his girlfriend's legs, only taking time to admire her velvety, ample vagina, now slickened with oozing wetness, and thrust his hugely thickened rod into the young woman. Gasping, and feeling as though the man was going to split her in half, she relaxed into the rocking groove and moaned with intense pleasure. He pumped away into her, feeling as though all the blood in his body was plummeting it's way to his dick. He could feel Natalie quiver beneath him and every time the walls of her womanhood clenched around him, he came closer and closer to blissful orgasm. Justin plowed into the deep, welcoming, and all encompassing crevasse, nearly humming in titillation. He crashed into her like a huge, hungry wave on a pristine beach. "I'm coming!," Natalie cried, feeling her body accept the thick rush of a beautiful and heavy crescendo, descending itself upon her. Hearing this, Justin could hardly contain his own rapidly building flux. He let himself go, pumping his liquidy warm seamen further and further into her canal. His love left Natalie in ruins, like a small city after a hurricane. Demolished, she grinned the smug smile of contentment. Now exhausted, Justin relaxed his body into Natalie's, resting his heavy head on her chest, listening to her heart beat gradually returning to a settled pace, matching his steadying breath to hers. He sleepily rubbed her still hardened nipples, caressing her soft, supple breasts. Natalie felt his penis soften and shrink itself out of her vagina. A slow and slippery retreat. The couple remained there for what seemed like hours, allowing their love for each other to envelop them whole. They listened to the storming weather outside the truck, keeping each other warm and cozy, not really saying much, not really needing to. Winter Warmth It had been a very cold, windy, and wet week for me. The week started with a lot of rain on Monday, then Tuesday came very blustery winds at 15 MPH, Wednesday the temperature was really low, as in the early 30s, and it was all three on Thursday. I had been going to and from work, all bundled up with a scarf, gloves, hats, and warm coats along with my work clothes. On Friday, the weather outside was like a winter weather trifecta: cloudy, rainy, and cold with temperatures in the late 20s. I had to pay the mail clerk to take and deliver my lunch to me, because I didn't want to go out in that cold weather. As I worked and ate my lunch, my cell phone rang. "Hello?" I answered. "Hey, baby. How's my busy girl doing?" A deep, smooth male voice responded. "Hey, Randy. I'm just eating my lunch indoors as a result of the crazy winter weather we're having." I replied. "I was thinking about coming over to your place and we can get warm together." He said to me. "Oooh, I would love that!" I happily exclaimed. "I can come over to your house. We could have a really good dinner and then I can fix you a very warm and relaxing bath, heat up some oil and give your body a nice massage, and then we can warm each other up between the sheets." Randy added. "Sounds great! I look forward to it!" I said to him. "Great, I'll be at your house when you get off work." Randy said. "Okay, I'll see you then." I replied before hanging up. As I worked throughout the day, I constantly looked at clock, anticipating for the big hand to hit 12 and the little hand to be at 5. I also thought about my evening with Randy, I looked forward to getting out of the cold, cold weather. 5 o'clock came and I clocked out for the week. I got into my silver sedan and drove straight to my nice and cozy home. I unlocked the door, entered the house, and said, "I'm home!" Randy then walked up to me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and greeted with a very sweet kiss on the lips. "So glad you're home and out of the cold." Randy said as he slowly helped me out of my black fleece trench coat, removed the warm brown scarf from my neck, and took the black fedora off my head. "Mmmm, me too, baby." I said to him as I returned his kiss. "I hope you don't mind that I cooked dinner." Randy said to me as we walked into the dining room. "I don't mind at all." I said as I sat down by the table. Randy came into the dining room with two full dinner plates in his hands. He made grilled rib eyes with shrimp scampi and a salad. As we ate dinner, we talked and he asked me about my day. I couldn't help but look into those blue eyes as I conversed. A few seconds later, he got up from his seat and said to me, "Why don't you finish dinner and I'll fix you your bath?" "Okay, babe." I replied as I kissed his cheek. I enjoyed and savored the very delicious dinner Randy cooked. After I got good and full, I sat myself down on the cream-colored living room sofa. A couple of minutes later, Randy then came into the living room and said, "Your bath is ready." "I can't wait! Would you like to help get me undressed?" I asked him with a smile on my face. "I love to. Let's go to your bedroom." Randy replied as we went into my bedroom. Before getting me undressed, Randy had me warmed up with a deep, passionate kiss on my lips. His hands caressed my body while he unbuttoned my dark blue wool pea coat. Once my coat was removed, I deeply sighed as he kissed my neck while he unbuttoned my white button down blouse. I kicked off my black work heels and placed them by my queen-sized bed. Randy then unzipped the back of my black stretch velvet pencil skirt as it fell from my hips to the floor, along with the rest of my work clothes. I moaned and groaned as he kissed my shoulders while gently taking off my black satin bra and panties. Once I was fully naked, I kissed his lips before I went to the bathroom. "I'll have the bedroom set up while you bathe." Randy told me was slow-burning, lustful anticipation. I went into my dark yet candlelit bathroom and stepped into my very warm bubble bath. There, I took my time bathing my body as Randy set the mood in my bedroom. After I was all clean from my bath, I wrapped a large white towel around my body and walked into my bedroom. A large, old white sheet covered my bed, along with sprinkled white rose petals and the bed was surrounded by a few vanilla-scented candles. Randy walked up to me with a sexy smile on his face and he asked me, "How was your bath, baby?" "It was very relaxing." I replied as I smiled back at him. I returned his kiss as he gently took my hand and led me to the bed. He deeply and passionately kissed my lips as he laid me down on the sheet-covered bed. He unwrapped my towel as he began kissing down my body. "Mmmmm, ohhhhhhhh...." I moaned as he took his time kissing every spot on my body. I became even more turned on as he delivered each kiss to my frontal body. With each kiss, suck, and lick Randy delivered, I gradually felt my bare, hair-free pussy drip with arousal. It turned me on even more when he kissed both of my hands and gently kissed my fingers. Randy then took out some bottles of warming lube and warming massage oil from my nightstand goody drawer. The first bottle he used was a bottle of vanilla warming massage oil, poured it into his hands, and rubbed it onto my neck and shoulders. His hands gently rubbed the oil around both sides of my neck and on both shoulders, the oil felt warm to the touch on my skin. The oil became hot when he gently blew on my neck and shoulders; his breath gave my body the shivers, causing me to sigh deeply. I shivered even more when Randy lightly kissed and licked my neck and did the same with my shoulders. Next, Randy opened another bottle of hot flavored massage lotion and this time the flavor was hot chocolate. He poured some of the lotion onto my stomach. Again, it felt warm when he rubbed the lotion onto my stomach and felt hot when he gently blew on it, even hotter when he kissed and licked me there. I moaned with each lick and breath he delivered. "Randy, you're getting me really hot." I said to him with a sexy smile on my face. "Honey, I'm just getting you warmed up. I'm still gonna get you hot tonight." Randy said as he smiled back at me and deeply kissing my lips. Indeed, I was warmed up and the night got even hotter. I watched as Randy got up, stood beside my bed, and took off his gray Affliction shirt. That body of his has always turned me on; his smooth skin, those tattoo-sleeved strong arms, that defined chest, those ripped abs, those muscular thighs, and that long and strong back. He leaned down and passionately kissed my lips again while still massaging my body. As Randy and I kissed, I felt his awakening viper between his legs growing against my fingertips. I watched as he poured a few drops of 4-in-1 lotion onto his fingertips. It was a 4-in-1 lotion because it does four things in one: flavored, warming, massage, and lubricant. I took a sniff of the lotion and it smelled like tropical fruit. I felt his fingers rubbing the lotion onto both of my inner thighs. After that, I felt his warm breath as he blew on my inner thighs, which made me hot. It made me even hotter when he kissed and licked them. He then poured some of the 4-in-1 lotion onto my hot, gradually wet, hair-free womanhood. With his fingers, he slowly rubbed the lotion onto my pussy lips. He gently blew on the spot where the lotion was applied which made me moan in delight. My pussy became warmer when he blew on the spot and then it became hot when he started licking it. I loudly moaned as my hands held his head in place as he tasted me, making me wet and hot at the same time. While he tasted me, I felt his hands gently squeezing both of my naturally-endowed breasts. I then laid on my side as I slowly unzipped his dark jeans and gently pulled out his cock from his boxer shorts. "It looks like someone's wide awake." I said as I smiled at him. I slowly licked and sucked his cock while my hands caressed his hot, fit, firm ass. Randy leaned his head backwards as he moaned, "Mmmmm, this feels so good." As I took my time orally assaulting him with my lips and tongue, Randy continued sensually rubbing the left side of my body with his hands. His hands rubbed up and down my shoulder, back, arm, and hip without losing focus on my pleasure. I even got turned on when he softly massaged my breasts with both of his hands before massaging both breasts. His large hands always feel so good on my body. While I was being massaged, I slid my hand down to my pussy and gently rubbed it, getting myself wet. I then felt one of Randy's hand slid beneath my hand as I touched my pussy. I took his cock out of my mouth to let out a few moans and groans. I slowly rubbed my clit while Randy slid his fingers into my pussy. He sat beside me on my bed and fingered my pussy again and again, making my moans louder and more intense. As Randy pleasured my pussy with his fingers, his other hand stroked his cock while his mouth kissed my lips and neck. After that, I then took two pillows from my bed and placed them under my stomach. I said to Randy, "I'm ready for you to massage my back." Randy smiled as he replied, "As you wish, my honey." He sat behind me on the bed, took a bottle of pina colada scented warming massage lotion, and poured some down my back. With his hands, he gently and slowly rubbed the lotion up and down my back. He also rubbed the lotion on my bottom and the backs of both of my thighs. I let out sigh letting him know how good I was feeling. "Does it feel good, baby?" Randy asked me. "Mmmmm, yes. Oh, you have the magic touch." I moaned. His large hands kneaded and massaged all my back muscles, making me feel so relaxed, same thing with my thighs and my shapely bottom. After my full-body massage, Randy got up and put a condom onto his still-hard cock before joining me on the bed again. With that being done, his cock entered my pussy nice and slow from behind. His hands gently held onto to my hips as he slowly thrusted in and out of my pussy, causing me to let out a loud sigh. I felt his hips rubbing my backside with each deep thrust. Our moans and groans synced with each other. As Randy moved in and out of me, his hands rubbed, caressed, and massaged every square inch of my body. He continued thrusting as he planted soft kisses on the back of my neck and shoulders. He placed his arms on top of mine and held both of my hands, making us feel really close on a romantically intimate level. Randy then took himself out of my pussy with the condom still intact on his cock as we were about to switch positions. With my knees on the bed, I sat up as Randy kissed my lips and his hands stroked my medium-length black hair. I moaned as he softly kissed my neck and his hands cupped both of my breasts as he kissed them. I laid myself down on the bed on my back. We looked deep into each other's eyes before I returned his kiss on the lips. His blue fuck-me eyes looked into my dark brown bedroom eyes. With my legs resting on both of his hips, Randy deeply slid his cock into my pussy once more. His still hard cock continued stroking my pussy lips as he moved a little faster, making my moans and groans intense with pleasure. I felt his hands gently massaging my breasts and caressing my stomach. I was turned on even more when he softly licked and sucked both of my nipples. "Ohhhhh, ohhhh....Baby, I'm coming..." I loudly moaned. "Come for me, baby girl. Come for me." He said as he moaned with me. I felt myself coming close nearing climax. I held onto the sheet as I cried in pure ecstasy feeling Randy's cock touching my g-spot. Finally, Randy took his cock out from my pussy, removed the still intact condom, and spilled his hot male venom onto my body, making a trail from my breasts down to my navel. He gently pulled me close as he looked into my chocolate brown eyes and deeply kissed my lips. As we kissed, Randy wrapped his ink-sleeved arms around my waist and laid me back down on the bed. Our lust-covered, passion-perspired bodies molded into each other as our heartbeats loudly echoed in the room. "Do you enjoy your massage?" Randy asked me. "I did more than enjoy it! I've never been so relaxed like this. I went from cold to warm to blazing hot all in one day. And the warming lube and massage lotions were a very nice touch." I replied as I touched his hot, naked body in my hands. "I wouldn't mind massaging your lovely body with those warming lotions again." Randy said smiling at me. "I wouldn't mind that at all and maybe I can give your body a massage in return." I replied. A full-body massage from Randy was really great, plus those warming massage lotions, oils, and lubricants made my massage exciting; especially when he's licking, kissing, and blowing his breath all over making me hot in the process. A hot massage and even hotter sex had made me forget all about the bitterly cold weather outside. THE END