****** Winter by Nidohs ******
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Winter


Winter. It's like no other time of the year, peaceful and quiet. Spring and
summer are full of chirping birds, giggling children and general fun. Autumn is
nice, but there are the storms and hunters that ruin the peace. In winter
though, the snow falls across the mountains and peace comes with it. I live in
a small cabin in the mountains. I work as a computer consultant and do local
computer repairs and upgrades and so I work mostly from my home. I have all the
necessities and have even managed to install a few luxuries. A satellite system
capable of receiving a television signal as well as Internet service sits on my
roof. In my business, the Internet is a necessity; I use the TV for the
satellite music stations. I have also installed a hot tub in my backyard among
the pines. My nearest neighbor is about a mile away, and so I have all the
privacy I need. I live about fifteen miles from a small village nestled safely
atop the Sacramento mountain range. It is nowhere special and it is perfect.

The weatherman claims that the coming snowstorm would be less than spectacular,
but I long ago learned to ask Mrs. Murphy from the mercantile about the weather
and trust her judgement. Supplies can be a little hard to get in a blizzard and
Mrs. Murphy claimed that one was definitely on the way. I stocked my pickup and
drove home where I settled into my cabin for a nice long snowstorm. The light
sounds of Chicago drift through my house as I fall asleep on the couch awaiting
the coming of the Arctic Express that is invariably bellowing it's way towards
my little hideout.

I awaken shivering, my fire long since gone out and the sun long since set. The
embers still slightly glowing in my fireplace make rebuilding the fire easy.
Outside, the snowfall has indeed come. Six inches have fallen and quarter size
flakes continue to shoot like meteorites toward the earth. I go to my bed and
soon sleep takes over and I finish the peaceful slumber that I started hours
earlier.

Morning brings the most beautiful site in all of creation. About two feet of
snow has fallen and the mountains have been transformed into an endless soft
white dream. I cook my breakfast and clean it up afterwards. I spend much of
the day working on a Compaq a friend of mine bought (I would not personally own
one). My snowmobile is under the house and seems to be calling my name. The
dust scatters in all directions as I remove the canvas cover. This is the first
good snow of the winter and it has been covered since last spring. After
fueling it and checking all of the hoses and connections, I head inside to put
on my snowsuit and get out the helmet. The light on my answering machine is
crying it's muted call alerting me that I missed a call. After I push play, I
hear Mrs. Murphy's voice speaking to me from the recording. She says that some
friend of mine is trapped in town by the snow and wants to speak to me. I pick
up the phone and find no dial tone. The snows must have already knocked down
the phone lines. My next alternative is to take the snowmobile to town and see
who it is.

It is getting late in the afternoon by the time I reach the mercantile. When I
enter the store, I see an angel sitting at one of the tables sipping hot
chocolate. I had not seen Cindy since college and was as stunning as ever. She
and I did not become friends until just before graduation and had worked
together for a summer. Her cheeks are slightly wind chapped and she looks
upset. I walk over and put my hand on her shoulder. She turns and smiles a
smile that threatens to melt the beautiful winterscape I had been awaiting. She
had to walk about a mile to town after her car got stuck in the snow. She is
stuck until the snow stops and the roads are cleared. I tell her that it could
be days and that she is welcome to use the extra bedroom at my cabin. We gather
the few things she brought from her car and I give her my coat and helmet. We
start for the cabin as fast as the skidoo will go. Darkness is sneaking across
the eastern sky as we finally pull up to the cabin. We are both cold and I grab
wood for a fire as we enter the cabin. I show Cindy to the extra bedroom so she
can change clothes and then I set to work building a fire in the fireplace. The
warmth soon spreads through the house. Cindy decides to take a hot shower and I
start making something for us to eat, basically because I had not eaten since
breakfast.

Over dinner, we discuss what has happened to us since college and talk about
old times. Cindy is an absolute knockout. She is about 5'8" and maybe 115 lbs.
Beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair. Her sense of humor is unmatched and
there is just something sensual about her that I never noticed until just now.
After dinner, I mix some drinks and show her around my little cabin. She is
completely taken by the idea of a hot tub in a snowstorm. I apologize, telling
her that I don't have a swimsuit for her. She is a year long tanner and says
she has one in her purse. I change into my bathing suit and mix some
margaritas. She is already in the tub when I get outside, up to her neck in hot
water with only her angelic face exposed above the water. I hand her a glass
and climb in to the tub. Snowflakes are falling all around us and they only
sound besides the hot tub is the soft winter wind whispering through the pines.

The combination of the alcohol and the hot water soon begins to affect us both.
We go through a pitcher of margaritas before I realize that she has no top on
her suit. When I ask her about it, she blushes and says that there is no need
for a top when you tan in a tanning bed. Cindy scoots closer to me and lays her
head on my shoulder. I am in a state of panic. Here I am in a hot, bubbling tub
with one of the most luscious women I ever met, surround by the very definition
of romance and I can't get an entire sentence out. Instinct takes over and I
let my arm slip around her. She snuggles down against me and gently begins to
kiss my neck. I run my hand through her beautiful blonde hair. She raises up
out of the water and straddles me. Her breasts are exquisite. The cold air
makes her nipples stand out and I lean forward and attach my lips to her right
nipple and slowly begin suck and nibble. Her breathing becomes quick and her
heart is pounding in her chest. I slip my hands over her perfect ass and
beneath her bikini bottom. Her ass is the perfect shape and I can not get
enough of it. The strings on the sides of her swimsuit make it easy to remove.
She scoots back and slides her hand down my chest and into my suit. If the
entire world had ended right then, I could have died a happy man. However, the
hot tub was really starting to get steamy. I lift her slight frame from the
water and seat her on the side of the tub. Placing one leg over each of my
shoulders, I start licking her clit in small quick strokes. She is really
breathing hard now. Soft moans start to slip from her mouth. I insert one
finger inside her and begin to search for the all elusive G-Spot. When I hit
it, it is not hard to tell, her legs tighten around my head and she begins to
whimper. After a few more strokes by both the tongue and the finger, she
reaches the first of what I hope is many orgasms tonight. She crawls back into
the water and removes my shorts. Resuming her straddling position, she slowly
impales herself on me. We begin to rock and sway. Her body is like heaven, her
eyes deeper than the ocean and her moans of pleasure are like soft harps to my
ears. Surely she is an angel! Our tempo becomes faster and faster and with
every stroke, her moans become louder and louder. Finally we climax together
and fall limp back into the tub. I suddenly realize that I will have to change
the filter on the hot tub tomorrow.

We wrap towels around us and move inside to the shower. I only have one
bathroom, so we share a hot shower. Seeing her perfect body in the steamy
shower and feeling her smooth skin as I soap her up, causes a reaction in me
that brings me back to full attention. She notices this right away and drops to
her knees and takes me in her mouth. I have had oral sex before, but this woman
is a master. She is the Leonardo Da Vinci of oral sex. After only a few
minutes, I feel that familiar sensation in my balls that signals an imminent
explosion grip me. I stop her and turn off the shower.

We move to my bed and she lays down flat on her back. I crawl on top of her and
spread her legs with my knees. My tongue finds its way into her mouth and we
kiss passionately. I find myself wishing I had discovered this treasure in
college instead of waiting so many years. She raises her knees off the bed and
my organ slides into her again. The fit is perfect, almost as if we were meant
to be together. I start out with slow deep strokes. Moans once again begin to
escape across her perfect lips. After she is really starting to get worked up,
I lift her legs so the one is over each shoulder. From here I attain maximum
penetration and it drives her wild. She starts bucking wildly and her soft
moans quickly dissolve into screams of ecstasy. I drive every thrust all the
way in to the hilt. Soon, I find myself rapidly loosing control, I let go and
with deep pounding strokes, I release myself into her and collapse in a heap.
We are both exhausted and after we towel off, we fall asleep in each other's
arms. I wonder what is for breakfast?

Nidohs@angelfire.com

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