Snowbound-Nowhere to hide! Who would want to!
Filed Under Incest
Fall is wonderous with change of color, brisk wind and Indian
Summer. Ah, Indian Summer; the last week where everyone
gets yard work done. Well, I was coming home and decided
to drive through the park to take in nature’s beauty.
That is when I saw her. No, she wasn’t running in the
park but, ranking leaves at her home near the entrance.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Short but thick brown
hair with cute but inviting thin clothes; colorful as to
blend with the painting of changing leaves. I decided to
take a chance and introduce myself. I am not prone to doing
such things but, being lonely and divorced prompts courage
over fear. Yet, upon doing so, she made it easy for me.
We spoke about the weather, changing colors, small tokens
of conversation and a firm smile showing her interest in
me. I asked her out for coffee and she declined while handing
me her phone number. I exchanged mine along with a schoolboy
smile.
At the end of the week, I gave it a shot and left a message on
her answering machine. “It is me, the guy in the park
with romantic wishes infront of a hearth. If interested,
please call at 555-2345. I agonized over a two day period
of time as if she knew I would sweat. Her voice, when she called,
was like the glide of an eagle through the wind; calming
yet strong. She invited me over the next afternoon for that
cup of french vanilla coffee.
As I drove to her house, snow began to fall. I didn’t
care, for the heat of passion narrowed my view and quickened
my heart. Knocking on the door, me knees shaking, heart
pounding and my hands cold from the brisk wind. She answered,
wearing sweatshirt and pants, playfully drawing me in
with her eyes. OMG! Was this real?
We talked all day about life, past history and roads to be
traveled. We took the conversation to the great room where
a fire was growing inside the hearth unware of the sheets
of snow falling outside. We cuddled and talked until 2am
when I thought it was appropriate to take my leave. When
we got to the front door, shocked we were by the 2 feet of snow
on the ground! I tried to leave; her hand pulling me inside
while dictating that safety is the highest priority.
I did as ordered and found myself with a stunning woman infront
of a warm fireplace. We sipped wine, no drank it so that our
inhibitions would subside. She kissed me first as to say
I am in charge and we rolled to the floor. I kissed her first
on that spot just near her earlobe with the pressure of a
feather. Nibbling, I continued down, while brushing her
hair to the side exposing her long neck and goose bumps.
Her shoulders were exposed and I wrapped my lips on her right
clavicle just at the base of the neck.
Reaching around to her nipple, I carressed it until it grew.
Her groans gave me great pleasure while I finished making
the other erect. Laying her down, I massaged her back. You
see, I love putting myself into a woman - stroking every
muscle, every inch of her skin with my strong hands as if
to say: “your day was hard but your night will me soft!
You deserve every minute of my attention!”
I then put on my glove: the one with vibrating pads on the
fingertips. This passionate device allowed be to massage
her neck with long definitive strokes. She groaned in delight.
I followed her back down to her hips where she was wet and
steamy. Leaning down, I kissed the small of her back to intice
her with what was to come.
I took off the glove and massaged her buttox. First the right,
stroking far up her back; then the left, stroking far down
her leg. As I retracted to do it again, her legs parted somewhat
instinctively and I stroked the inside of her legs. Traveling
back to her back, her groans, movement and taunting drove
me to slip my fingers inside. Finding her G-spot and moving
to the music I made her gasp, tighten and her backward thrust
brought her onto all fours.
Asking her to roll onto her back, made her somewhat frustrated
but, at my urging I soothed her angst. Her breasts smiled
at me and her eyes widened for me to suck her nipples. Passionately,
I made love to them as I slowly drew my hands to her wetness.
Slipping my fingers inside to stroke that bulging G spot
and then sitting up I stroked her vaginal violin. Both in
unison as she reached up to hold onto my throbbing manhood.
She played that flute until I lost all sense of reality and
had to enter her to feel the warm sensation of her inner soul.
I couldn’t slow down and she wrapped her legs around
me with passion. We french kissed as we both exploded with
sexual eroticism. This was the longest kiss and I stayed
inside her cuddling like a human heating pad.
We were astounded by such passion and brushed each other’s
cheek with our hands. It wasn’t long that we knew that
we would retire to the bedroom and make passion love until
the morning. Taking a shower together was the ultimate-
passionate ending to our encounter.
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