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Fuck Snow And Ice... Seriously ...Fuck It.
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Fuck Snow And Ice... Seriously ...Fuck It. Fuck snow and ice… Seriously…Fuck it. Normally I HATE winter. Hate snow, hate ice, and I hate cold specifiy. But today? … Not so much. We were buried under the flannel sheets and the down comforter, our naked bodies touching as much as we could manage, so when she asked the question, the stark reality of it pulled me out of the moment briefly. "If I got pregnant, what would you do?" she suddenly asked. I pulled away from her a little so I could look into her eyes. Her big brown eyes turned up to me and looked back, unblinking. "Is there something you need to tell me?" I asked in response, with a stomach suddenly full of butterflies. Her beautiful face broke into a smile and she actually giggled. "You mean like did I forget to take a pill or something?" she replied, "No, it just occurred to me. We've been friends for a long time and we've essentially taken our friendship to a very different level – a level that could have that potential consequence. I don't think it is a likely consequence, but I just wondered ntheless." I brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. I didn't even need to think about my answer. "If, during this, our first occasion of having sex together, despite you being on the pill, we created a baby this weekend, I would take it as a sign. I would take it as a sign that after all these , we were meant to be together. I would ask you to marry me and want to raise our together. And I would love you forever." My response may have been a little deeper than she was expecting. Her eyes welled up with tears and she smiled before wrapping her arms around me and pulling me against her. When she pulled away again and looked into my earnest face, she asked, "Do you love me?" "Tre," I started, "I have loved you for a long time. But I think it has taken a long time and a lot of growth and change in both of us to bring us to where we are today, right now. I really feel that if we had dated at some point in the past, it wouldn't have worked. I feel that right now, at this moment, everything is coming together. Even the snow outside, I think, is part of the big plan. It certainly ed its part in making this weekend happen the way it did." The snow outside was about 26 inches deep at that point. It had effectively kept us in Theresa's apartment for over 30 hours so far with little to do but make love and relish each other's company. The whole thing – the weekend, the snow and the turning point in both of our lives – had started on Friday night, as weekends generally do. My roommate, Rob, had ditched his girlfriend so we could go to a titty bar. of his coworkers had given him some sort of special passes to get us into a back room with a smaller bar and better access to the dancers. Titty bars had never really been my thing, but I was curious about this back room, so I gave it a shot.  Neither of us ended up being all that impressed so we were there for less than hours. From there, we headed to a party at a friend's apartment, which was pretty tame. We hung out for a while, socializing and downing a couple of beers, then decided to it a night. It was around midnight and the snow had just started to fall. The forecasters were predicting a big storm, but everybody seemed to be taking that with a grain of salt. We got home and Rob ed is girlfriend. It was a short – he basiy woke her up and she said she'd be right over. I checked our messages and was pleasantly surprised that there was from Theresa from a few hours ago. She was just ing to see what was up, since we hadn't talked in a while. I admit I was feeling a little bit buzzed when I decided to go ahead and her back at that hour. Of course, she was asleep but didn't seem too upset that I had woken her up. I asked her what she was doing, knowing full well she'd been sleeping. "I'm talking on the ph," was her smart-ass reply, "prior to which I was sleeping." "So, you're in bed," I said in my best seductive voice. "Yes," she replied, "that's where I do most of my sleeping." "I'll bet your bed is so warm and cozy," I continued, really hamming up the "love" voice, "Any chance I could come over and join you?" "I don't think that would be a good idea," was her matter-of-fact reply. "Oh, come on, Tre. You know I could be over there in minutes and in the morning, I would be there to shovel your car out." "Why don't you just come over in the morning and shovel it out?" "I can't. The roads will be blocked with snow." "Then why do I need my car shoveled out?" "So that when the roads are clear, you can get out and drive it." "Why don't you come over when the roads are clear and shovel my car out?" "I'll be too tired from shoveling my own car out. If I come over tonight and park next to your car, in the morning we can work together to shovel them both out." Our conversation continued along this vein for a while, me trying to convince her to let me come over and her trying to think of reasons for me not to. I felt like I was wearing her down and, even though I had never been to that particular apartment of hers, I had myself convinced that I really needed to spend the night there. I was at the point where I didn't even care if nothing happened between us, I just wanted to be in her bed that night and if I had to stay home in my own bed, I'd be sorely disappointed. It got to where I was practiy begging and her resolve was weakening. I told her that no matter what happened, she knew we would have a good time and she agreed. "Plus," I continued, "since we'll be snowed in tomorrow, you know that I won't get up in the morning and run off." I think that was what finally got her. I suspect every woman fears that if she lets a guy into her bed, if he isn't g before she wakes up, he will be soon after. I'd been that guy a few times myself. "Okay," she finally said, "I'm getting up to unlock the door, so you better be here soon so no else comes in and attacks me." I told her I was on my way out the door and hung up. Glancing out the window, I saw that the snow was falling harder and there was already a light coating on the ground. I grabbed some warm clothes and some condoms, threw them in a bag and went by Rob's room. His girlfriend hadn't arrived yet so he was watching TV. I explained to him what was going on and he seemed impressed that I had talked my way into Theresa's bed at that late hour. My buzz was completely g at that point, so I grabbed my keys and left. I had to brush the snow off my car as it warmed up, but was quickly on the road. Theresa lived literally minutes away in an upstairs apartment in an old house that had been converted into apartments. In fact, my brother lived in the apartment directly below her, coincidentally. On the drive over, I was thinking about how my brother had told me that the only noise he ever heard from her was when she wore her cowboy boots. Her floors weren't carpeted, so the sound of her heels carried right through his ceiling. It wasn't a complaint, though, it was just an observation on his part. For some reason, after he told me that, I had this vision of Theresa walking around her apartment wearing nothing but the cowboy boots. I don't know why. I had never seen her naked, but I had this picture of her, totally in the buff, her cowboy boots clunking on the floor. I'm sure I had even masturbated to that vision. I had reed this whole thing when thinking about her getting out of bed to unlock the door. If she slept naked, she'd probably just dash across to the door naked, unlock it and jump back in bed. Would she pause long enough to pull on her cowboy boots? Probably not. The snow didn't slow down my trip much; the roads were still pretty clear. I arrived and parked my Civic in back right next to Theresa's Saturn. I wasn't worried about running into my brother or his friends at that late hour, but I walked around the opposite side of the house anyway. I quietly entered the front door and aended the stairs to her apartment door. As she had said, it was unlocked, but it wasn't as dark inside as I had expected. She had apparently not jumped right back in bed after unlocking the door, as there were a number of candles lit both in this, the living room, and in what I presumed to be the bedroom. I hadn't laced up my boots, so I just stepped out of them by the front door and dropped my coat and bag beside them. I locked the door and made my way to the next room, which was, in fact, the bedroom. Theresa hadn't said anything yet, but as I approached the bed I could see that she had been watching me from the time I entered. "Hi," she said softly, her head the only thing visible among the pillows and comforter. I knelt down beside the bed and brushed a stray lock of hair out off her forehead. "Hi," I replied, "you look cozy." "I am," she agreed, "but the other side of the bed is freezing cold, so I'm glad you're here to warm it up." "So am I," I replied, "What's the dress code?" "Stick a hand under here and find out for yourself." I slid my hand up under the comforter and flannel sheets and the first thing I encountered was her bare arm. I ran my hand up her arm toward her shoulder. "Okay, feels like short sleeved, no, sleeveless, no, strapless," I had reached her shoulder and traced my fingers along her collarb, then down between her bare breasts, "um, topless," I crossed the soft skin of her stomach and moved toward her hip and down her leg, "and bottomless, wait," I brought my hand back up to her stomach and slid it down until I barely touched the top of her bush, "ah, at least I don't have to<b> shave </font></b>first." I slid my hand out from under the covers. Theresa had a smile and a faraway look on her face. "I guess the dress code is birthday suits only?" Theresa nodded so I stood up. I started to unbutton my top shirt while she softly hummed some striptease music for me. I pulled the tails out as I unbuttd, then let it slide down my arms and drop to the floor. Next, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttd my jeans and slid the zipper down. I pushed my jeans off my hips and let them drop to my ankles, then stepped out of them and ed them aside. Now I was wearing just boxer briefs, a black t-shirt and socks. I pulled the socks off with my feet while pulling the t-shirt over my head and was soon wearing only the briefs. On the drive over, I'd had butterflies in my stomach, not really knowing what to expect once I got there. Since slipping my hand under the covers and diovering Theresa to be nude, however, I had become quite aroused. I wasn't too concerned that Theresa would be shocked by my state, even though it may have been presumptuous of me to assume that she would be expecting it. In any case, the front of my boxer briefs was being pushed out by my rigid cock. I was watching Theresa's eyes as I grabbed the waistband, and they were locked below my waist. I pushed my boxer briefs down slowly, my cock gradually being exposed until it popped up and pointed at her. I noticed her eyes getting wide and her curious smirk turning into a smile. My briefs dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them. I walked around to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers. It wasn't exactly freezing, but it was definitely warmer the closer I got to Theresa. I reached out for her and found my hand on her hip, so I pulled her closer to me as I maneuvered closer to her. Her arms went around my neck and she brought her lips up to meet mine. This wasn't the first time we'd kissed, but it was the first time we'd kissed while naked together. My cock was a steel rod between us and, as I moved closer to her, the head brushed against her pubes. She reached down between us and grasped it in her small, warm hand, stroking it gently and rubbing the head against her clit. I slid my own hand around from her hip to her ass, running it over the smooth globe. I pulled her as I rolled over onto my back, so that she was on top of me still holding my cock against her pussy. Getting her knees under her, she held my cock at the opening of her pussy and sat down on it. Her pussy was hot and wet and she was clearly very worked up. Her tits, which I had never seen uncovered before, were hanging right in front of me. I brought my hands up to them as she started to move up and down on my cock. Her tits were average size but she had really big areolas topping them and her nipples were nice and hard. Raising my head slightly, I licked around her areolas, switching from titty to the other before alternately sucking each of her nipples. Her pussy felt amazing sliding up and down my rod and she appeared to be enjoying the ride. I just lay there, licking and sucking her nipples, essentially letting her do all the work in the hopes that she would get off. I was so horned up, between the titty bar and being here with her, that I was afraid I'd be d in just a few seconds. That was part of the reason I'd pulled her on top of me so quickly – staying power. A condom probably would have been ful, as well, but I had completely forgotten about them. I murmured something about getting and she replied between moans not to worry about it, that she was on the pill. She rode me for about ten minutes before slowing down and shuddering as her orgasm passed through her. I pushed deeply into her, hoping that would with the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. Pulling her down against me so I could kiss her, we slid our tongues into each other's mouths. My cock was still buried deep into her, so I rolled her over onto her back. As I continued to kiss her, I started pumping my cock in and out of the snug, slippery confines of her pussy again. Having made sure that she was satisfied, it was now my turn for an intense climax. I just kept pushing into her, thinking there is no way a pussy could feel better that Theresa's. I wanted to fuck her for the rest of my life. After 2 or 3 minutes of hard thrusting, I felt an orgasm unlike any I'd experienced before washing over me. I don't think there was any blood going to my brain at all as I started shooting my load deep into of my dearest friends. I collapsed on top of her as we both panted, trying to catch our breath. We were no longer feeling the chill of the snow outside, our bodies damp with sweat. I rolled off to her side, fearing I was too heavy and not wanting to squash her. She continued to hold me tightly, pressing her face against my shoulder. Prior to this night, we had never g beyond a little making out and now it was going to be important that we were both on the same page when we parted company at the end of this weekend. Theresa pulled back from me slightly and, looking into my eyes in the dim, candlelit room, asked question: "Why didn't we do this sor?" "Because it wouldn't have been like this if we had d it at another time, under a different circumstance," I answered, sounding unusually deep, especially given the late hour. It was now around 1 am and we were both having trouble keeping our eyelids up. Tre had enough of her wits about her to get up and extinguish all of the candles and I admired her nude figure moving about the apartment until it was too dark to see it any longer. She was back in bed, snuggled up against me, quickly and before long we were both asleep. The next morning, I woke enough to realize Theresa was getting out of bed, but not enough to ask where she was going or what time it was. I dozed off again pretty quickly. I stirred a little bit again when I felt her get back into bed, but I didn't feel her snuggle up against me this time. What I did feel was her hand on my semi-rigid cock, followed by the warm, moist environment of her mouth. I groaned with pleasure as she began to blow me. I began to wake more and more, and I don't mean just below my waist. I was able to determine that she was on her hands and knees and her ass was just a few feet from my head. I lifted the covers, letting in enough light so that I could see her head bobbing up and down and my cock disappearing between her lips. Damn was she good! Looking to my right, I saw Theresa's breasts hanging down, so I reached out and cupped the closer . Her nipple was hard against my palm, but she didn't start at my attention; she was focused on the task at hand. After fondling it for a moment or , I removed my hand from her breast and ran it over her ass, then between her legs. Her pussy was wet again, so I toyed with it before pulling her over toward me. While still sucking my cock, she maneuvered into a 69, positioning her pussy over my face. I don't know if my dick could have gotten any harder, but staring up at her pussy, it sure felt like it did. I immediately slipped a finger into her while raising my head enough to start licking her clit. This time, she did pause long enough to let out a moan before returning to sucking my cock. She really was a fantastic cocksucker, knowing exactly what to do not only with her mouth, but with her hands and her tongue as well. Despite being focused on licking her pussy and trying to get her to an orgasm, I could feel an orgasm of my own coming on. I continued to work on her, trying to get her to orgasm, even as I felt my cock swelling within the confines of her mouth. I paused only as I felt my load shooting from the end of my cock, a wave of pleasure washing over me. As Theresa swallowed my cum, I went back to trying to make her cum. Theresa let my limp cock drop from her mouth as she rested her head on my thigh. She was getting more vocal the longer I worked on her. I just hoped that I was giving her as much pleasure as she had given me. It sounded as though she was enjoying herself, so that was encouraging. I was sliding a single digit in and out of the snug, slippery confines of her pussy while my tongue lapped at her engorged clit. I could feel her starting to move her hips in rhythm with my licking and her moans were getting shorter and closer together. It was only a few minutes after I had cum that she let out a long cry and I felt her body shudder and suddenly I was slurping up a fresh flow of her pungent juice. Maneuvering around again, Theresa lay next to me and planted a kiss on my lips. I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back hard. When I finally let her go, she asked me how I like my coffee as she began to climb out of bed again. I told her and, before she headed back to the kitchen, she said that she'd turned the heat up enough so that we wouldn't have to get dressed if we didn't want to. She also suggested that I look out the window to check out the snowfall. I crawled to the edge of the bed then walked over to the window. I was stunned! There was at least 12 inches of snow already on the ground and it was still coming down hard. As I stood there naked watching the snow fall, Theresa came up behind me, wrapping her arms around me with a cup of coffee in hand. I took the coffee and she just wrapped her arms tightly around me and looked out the window with me. After a few minutes and a few sips of coffee, I turned away from the window and set the cup down on the top of her dresser, which was beside the window. I took her hands as I faced her and just looked her over. "I've been trying to picture you naked since, well, pretty much since I met you," I told her, "You look even more amazing than I could have imagined, so forgive me if I seem like a in a candy shop." I led her back over to the bed and had her lay down right in the middle of it. Kneeling beside her, I first ran my fingers over her face and down her neck. I placed a hand on each breast, feeling their shape and size and her hard nipples against my palms. I leaned down to kiss her, then kissed down her neck to her tits. I licked around each of her areolas and sucked on her nipples. Straightening up again, I ran my hands over her ribs and her smooth stomach and down to her hips. Moving around, I repositid myself kneeling between her legs. I ran my hands from her hips, down her thighs and shins to her feet, then back up again. I gazed upon her nude form before me, appreciating it like no man before me probably ever had. Her pretty face, her firm, young tits, her waist and hips, her legs and, finally, what was in between. I looked at the trim brown bush before me, which I had forever wanted to see, to eat, to fuck and now had d all . I could feel the blood beginning to return to my groin and I leaned down for a closer look at her pussy. I pushed her legs apart and admired the grooming job and her pussy lips before spreading them open and eyeballing her clit. Theresa was already moaning softly before I leaned in and began to lick her clit again. I slipped a finger into her wet pussy and pumped it in and out as I lapped at her clit. Theresa grabbed my head and held handfuls of hair as I ate her pussy. I worked on her pussy until I knew she was good and worked up, then raised my head and crawled up her body. I positid the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed, dropping down on top of her. We began to make out as I slowly slid my cock in and out of her. I lost track of time as we made love in the missionary position for what seemed like ages. I felt her tongue in my mouth and her warm flesh beneath me, the warm grip of her pussy stroking my cock. The world could have come to an end but I never would have noticed, I was so lost in her. Theresa was pushing her hips up at my incoming thrusts and, after some period of time I couldn't even define, she shuddered beneath me as she came. As her orgasm increased the lubrication in her pussy, there was no way I could have held out any longer myself even if I had wanted to. I pumped her amazing pussy maybe a half dozen more times before I was shooting off my load. I rolled off next to her again and we gazed into each other's eyes. "We've spent less than 12 hours together so far and already this is the best weekend of my life," Theresa confessed. I agreed and pointed out that we still had more than 24 hours of weekend ahead of us. "Then we better get some nutrition," she said. We got up, I grabbed my coffee and we headed to the kitchen. The bathroom was just off the kitchen, so I set my coffee cup on the counter and ducked in to take a leak. The bathroom was immaculate. Of course, being a guy and living with another guy, the bathroom I was accustomed to was a pit. Theresa's tub was great and it looked like she used it for the occasional soak. I had a vision of the of us in there that I knew would be fulfilled before the weekend was over. Back in the kitchen, Theresa was debating about what would make a good breakfast, having piled a few things on the counter. I knew what I wanted as soon as I entered the small room. I grabbed the bear-shaped hy container off the counter and squeezed some hy onto Theresa's distended nipples. Before it could drip off onto the floor, I had set the container down and was sucking on her nipples. Once I was sure they were clean and had raised my head, Theresa grabbed the plastic container of cream cheese sitting beside the package of bagels and removed the lid. As she dropped to her knees, she dipped her fingers into the plastic container. My cock began to respond as she spread the cream cheese on it and began to really grow as she sucked it off. She stood once I was cleaned off and looked at me as if to say "quid pro quo" so I looked around. Taking a banana from the bunch, I began to peel it as Theresa's eyes got wide. I had her sit on the small table that barely fit in her small kitchen and dropped to my knees before her. Setting the peel aside, I gently inserted half of the banana into Theresa's slick pussy. I started nibbling from the end and, as the rest of it gradually slid out, I continued to eat it until there was n left. By this point I had another raging hard-on. I stood and, grasping it in my fist, guided it toward the space recently vacated by the banana. I pushed myself into Theresa's pussy again as she leaned back. The table was so small that she was sitting on the edge and leaning against the wall at the same time. I leaned forward, my palms flat on the table, and began to kiss her neck as I fucked her again. Theresa wrapped her arms and legs around me and moaned in my ear as I pumped in and out of her. It was amazing – if you had asked me 24 hours earlier if I thought there was any chance I'd be fucking Theresa any time in the near future, I'd have said no friggin' way. We'd known each other for almost 10 , and I'd probably lusted after her tight body for the entire time, but we'd become good friends and the most we'd ever d was some making out. It was rapidly becoming apparent that there was a definite sexual chemistry between us. There was no question that we were both very into our newfound activity but where would it lead us? Would we just become fuck buddies or something more? I wasn't actually thinking about these questions as I banged her on her kitchen table. The table itself was banging against the wall with each thrust and I did briefly wonder whether my brother was hearing it and putting and together. Mostly, though, I was reveling in the fact that Theresa's sweet, snug pussy was currently milking another orgasm out of my throbbing member. The noise the table made as it slammed against the wall was drowned out to me as Theresa moaned louder and louder into my ear. We were really in synch because I could feel my own orgasm getting closer the wetter her pussy seemed to get. When her moans became some sort of squeaks and I could feel a quiver in her pussy, my cock started to spasm itself, sending another jet of cum into Theresa. We held each other as we recovered, then I ed Theresa off the table and we kissed again. We decided on what to eat, gathered it up and headed to the couch with both of our coffee cups topped off. We turned on the news to see how badly the snow was rewing everything else up. With an afghan draped over us, we ate and watched as foolish news reporters stood out in the blowing snow talking about what was closed and why you shouldn't go out if you didn't have to. When Tre got up to use the bathroom, I grabbed her ph and ed my roommate. I told him I just didn't want him to worry that I was frozen in my car somewhere because Theresa had sent me packing. He asked how things were going and I told him better than my best-case enario and not to expect me home any time soon. I asked if they were doing like we were, sitting around naked. He responded that now that he knew I wouldn't be home soon, they probably would be. I told him to take some pictures then said goodbye. Theresa was back and we snuggled under the afghan as we continued to watch the news. I don't know how long we had been watching when I felt her hand creep into my lap and wrap around my limp tool. She just casually toyed with it while we watched and it gradually began to grow. Once I was completely rigid, Theresa threw off the afghan and swung her leg over me. She guided my cock to its destination and sat down on it. I was very pleased by this position for main reasons: first, her tits were right in my face, so I immediately started licking and sucking them and, second, my hands went right to her ass cheeks and held on as she rode up and down on my cock. Pussy, ass and tits all in the process of making me happy at the same time. I ran my hands up and down over her cheeks while tracing circles around her areolas with my tongue and sucking on her nipples as she, holding onto the back of the couch, rose and deended. I was still amazed by how her pussy felt – so snug, so slippery and so warm. I don't know how I didn't just cum each time I entered her. I was feeling more pleasure fucking her than I could have imagined. I was living the dream, although up to that point the dream had been just to have non-committal free-reign over her tight body for brief periods of time. The dream was quickly changing to something more serious – the long-standing friendship was combining with the sexual chemistry to create a whole new level of potential good times. Of course I didn't know if Theresa was feeling this way, too, but I was kind of getting that vibe from her. She just continued riding up and down my stiff prick, her pace increasing with the volume of the noises that were eaping from her. I was feeling that amazing pussy of hers drawing yet another orgasm out of me and began to push upward off the couch cushion each time she lowered herself. When I finally started cumming, I was briefly concerned about leaving her unsatisfied, but with the first or second shot, she let out a yelp and I could feel her shuddering. She finally went limp in my arms and sat there catching her breath while my shrinking cock began to slip out of her. After a few minutes, she got up and headed to the bathroom and I couldn't but watch her ass until it was out of sight. I watched her as she crossed the floor on her return as well and was prompted to ask her where she kept her cowboy boots. She responded that they were in the bedroom closet, but wondered why I was asking. I spilled the beans about my fantasy, including its origin, and she chuckled that sweet, endearing laugh of hers. She headed into the bedroom and when she returned, she did so noisily, her boots clunking across the wood floor. She paraded around a bit before coming to sit next to me, keeping the boots on. My cock tried valiantly to revive, but it was just plain exhausted – for the time being, at least. I told her how much I appreciated her indulging me and gave her a kiss. We watched TV for a while longer with her eventually ditching the boots next to the couch. The snow continued to pile up and the shivering reporters continued to tell the same stories over and over. Eventually, we both dozed off. I don't know how much time passed before Theresa got up. I didn't wake up until I heard water running in the bathroom. It sounded like she was filling the tub. She had turned the TV off when she got up and when she came back into the living room, she sought out just the right CD to . I'm not sure she knew I was awake, so I just stared at her ass feeling other parts of me beginning to wake up, too. She put on something mellow and when she turned and saw that I was awake, she coaxed me up. Together we went to the bathroom where a very sudsy bath was about d filling. The only light came from a bunch of candles attered about the room. Tre had me get in the tub first and lean against the end. She got in and leaned back against me and we sat there in the hot water listening to the tunes from the other room. I had to tell her how much this beat being outside anywhere right now. She agreed. We talked just a little bit, and softly at that, wondering what our other friends were up to today, how shocked they'd be if they knew what we were up to and how much snow we'd end up with. It was very relaxing to be soaking in the hot water, enjoying the smells and the music. The bath oil in the water made her smooth skin feel slick, so after a while I was running my hands over her shoulders and arms and finally around to her tits. Her nipples were hard, despite the warmth of the water and the room itself. I toyed with them gently before sliding my hands down over her belly and between her legs. She spread her legs as wide as she could in the tub, allowing me access to her goodies, which I began to stimulate with both hands. I gently rubbed her clit while inserting a finger into her pussy. Tre let out a contented moan and continued to relax against me as I worked on her. My cock was beginning to grow against her back. Tre had put her hair up before we got in the tub, so I was also kissing the back of her neck and nibbling her earlobes. Her hands went from gripping my knees to ing with her tits and nipples. I knew she was approaching another orgasm, but before she actually got there, she took my hands off of her and maneuvered around to face me. She leaned in to press her lips against mine as she repositid herself to straddle me. She grasped my cock and guided the head to her lips, then sat down hard on it. Grasping the edge of the tub behind me, she began to ride up and down, making waves in the bathwater. I ran my hands around to her ass to pull her down on me while raising my head to lick her hardened nipples just above me. Tre continued to amaze me because I never knew before how sexually charged she was. She was making it clear to me that, not only was she really into having sex, she was also very good at it. This revelation was resulting in a change to my own attitude. Where I had always thought that I'd be satisfied to get naked with her once or twice, just for the experience and to satisfy my curiosity, I was now starting to feel that I wanted more than just that. Part of it was that I never expected the sex to be so good. Maybe I had always assumed a lack of experience on her part and, therefore, had low expectations. I don't know if she had more experience than I was expecting or if she was just a natural but, to be hst, it didn't matter. I was pleased to be on the receiving end and I was hoping to keep myself in that position. I had abandd Theresa's nipples and relaxed against the end of the tub with my eyes closed when her noises and actions indicated she was approaching yet another orgasm. I knew I could time mine to coincide with hers, so I let myself go, pushing myself as deeply into her as I could. Just as I felt myself beginning to swell within her, I also felt her lubrication increasing. For the first time that weekend, at the exact moment when Theresa began to cum, I started shooting a load deep into her as well. We had achieved simultaneous orgasms. After a couple minutes of recovery time, Theresa stood and reached for a towel, drying herself as she stepped from the tub. She handed me a towel as I stood and, with her towel wrapped around her, reached over to drain the tub. I dried off and tied the towel around my waist as we headed to the kitchen. I checked the clock, having lost track of the time for most of the day and wasn't surprised that it was after 5:30pm. We spent some time pulling together a decent dinner, which we ate at her small kitchen table still wearing our towels. We opened a bottle of wine, too, and by the time we adjourned to the living room again, I was starting to feel a slight buzz. I checked out the window to find the snow still falling with somewhere around 24 inches piled up by then. Just after we'd turned the TV on again to see what was going on in the outside world, the ph rang. It occurred to me that this was the first Theresa had received all day. It ended up being her sister, Michelle, ing to check up on her. Without going into too much detail, she let her sister know that she had company to get her through the long, boring day. I heard my name and "No, I'm not kidding," as Theresa headed toward her bedroom to continue the conversation. They talked for a while as I caught up on the weather conditions. When she came back, I ed Rob to see what was going on with him. It turned out to be pretty much the same as what we were up to. Nobody had ed to check up on me, so I let him go and we went back to watching TV. We finished the bottle of wine and headed to bed at a relatively early hour. We didn't make love again before we fell asleep but snuggled our naked bodies against each other. The combination of wine and the day's activities put us out pretty quickly. I don't remember Tre getting out of bed the next morning, but when I heard her clunking across the floor, I knew she had donned her cowboy boots again so I was quickly awake. I watched her as she approached through the living room, my dick getting rock hard seeing the vision I'd had so many times in my head. She was naked, her breasts bouncing slightly as she walked, and I was once again in awe of how great she looked. She stopped by the bed and stood there with her hands on her hips, smiling at me. I threw the covers back, exposing my raging hard on and enlightening her to what she had caused. Getting up to my knees, I shuffled to the edge of the bed, my stiff cock pointing the way. I took her in my arms and, after laying a kiss on her, pulled her around until she was laying on her back on the bed. I moved her around until I was above her and between her legs, then guided my cock into her waiting pussy. As I pushed into her, I hooked her legs over my arms and could feel her boots against my ribs. I was living my fantasy, fucking Theresa, naked but for her cowboy boots. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly while pumping my cock in and out of her dripping pussy. Her knees were practiy touching her tits as the heels of her boots rested on my back. We looked into each other's eyes as I fucked her hard and I could see the smoldering passion within hers. She couldn't raise her hips to meet my thrusts in this position, but it didn't look like she was missing out on anything because of it. She started out pretty quiet, but the longer I thrust into her, the more vocal she got. Her hands came up to with her tits and her mouth hung agape while her eyelids fluttered. She was approaching another orgasm, which pleased me to no end. I loved that she had no problem cumming and seemed to do it pretty quickly. That familiar surge of lubrication flooded her pussy, so I knew it was just a matter of time. I could feel the tremors in her pussy as she finally came, a low moaning eaping from her open mouth. Once her orgasm had abated, her mouth still hung open, so I pulled myself free of her depths, let go of her legs and crawled up the bed. Straddling her chest with my knees in her armpits, I leaned forward and pushed my cock into her mouth. She raised her head and took my entire length, closing her lips around my shaft. She slid her mouth up and down as I pumped my hips in and out. The only match for her amazing pussy was her amazing oral skills. She brought me to the brink of orgasm and managed to keep me there, prolonging my pleasure, before finally allowing me to explode into her mouth. When I was empty and limp, I lay down beside her and pulled the covers up over both of us. She reached under the covers and pulled off her boots, letting them drop to the floor beside the bed, then snuggled right up against me. It came as no surprise that Theresa didn't get pregnant that weekend, though there was a boom of births about 9 months after that snowstorm. And that’s how I wound up with my first ex-wife. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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Thanks Luv! Enjoyed your comments very much. Almost as much as your cleavage  Jimmy B.
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1/29/2018 10:00 am |
Love your stories and do not think they are too long! They are also well worth the read because of the amount of detail you include. It's what draws me in and makes me want to keep reading. What couldn't be better than being snowbound with a favourite lover?  Jimmy B.My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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Love your stories and do not think they are too long! They are also well worth the read because of the amount of detail you include. It's what draws me in and makes me want to keep reading. What couldn't be better than being snowbound with a favourite lover?
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1/26/2018 4:32 am |
Thank you for the input. Yeah I do tend to get long winded but the story takes me where it takes me. At least I keep each one to the length of a single chapter of a regular book most of the time. Have you ever read the book JAWS? That thing is over 700 pages and 100 times better than all the movies made about it combined. My opinion of course. See, I told you I tend toget long winded. LOL Jimmy B. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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Snow and Ice are the worst!!!
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ikr it is
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1/25/2018 11:32 am |
But it is always good to sneak under the blanket and have a nice fuck while it snows outside.. lol
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1/25/2018 11:17 am |
Yes.. it was colder than a witches' titty out there! Jimmy B. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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