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Subject: {ASSM} "Snow Day" by Dryad (MF, cheat, oral, cons)
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This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it
is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know
them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don't like to
get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you
doing at ASSM? In other words, go away. If none of this applies
to you, great! Read on! Have fun! Let me know what you like!

Oh, and I work hard on my writing...so guess what? It's mine. That's
right boys and girls...it's copyrighted...so if you want it? Just
ask- we'll talk.

Dryad

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Snow Day (MF, oral, cons, cheat)

"Lovely." I think to myself. Finally, a day with no children, no
husband, and it snows. Not only does it snow, but it SNOWS. I'm
bored in the house, so I walk down the road to the entrance of one
of the local state parks, grabbing my 35 millimeter on the way out
the door. "Well, I might as well have some sort of fun." I listen to
the early spring birds singing from their hiding places, watch the
snow come down softly, The sun is just rising, and the snow is
reflecting the colors magnificently. I click a few pictures before
moving on. 

I see foot prints in the snow ahead of me, with dog prints, and
know at least today, I am not alone in the park. I've been here
before, knowing its secret places, some of them very well. I
continue my walk, catching a cardinal in a tree, bringing its mate
some sort of seed. The lightly falling snow muffles sounds, but I
still hear someone calling a dog in the distance. Suddenly, a large
mutt comes running up to me, nearly knocking me over in friendship.
"Wow! hey there! I think someone is looking for you!" I grab onto
his leash flowing behind him, and continue my walk. I hear the call
for the dog much clearer now "RRRUUUUUSSSSSTTTTYYYYYY!!!!" with the
accompanying whistle. The dog seems oblivious, perks for a second,
and continues walking with me. So much for man's best friend.

I hear you walking before I see you, so I call out that I have your
dog. You walk up to me. You have the healthy glow that someone can
only have after walking in brisk air, tromping through snow, so
early in the morning. I'd guess you to be early 40's, but I know
that age can be deceiving, especially when you look to be in good
shape. "Thank you so much! No wonder he didn't come...he always
knows how to pick the pretty girls!" I smile at the compliment, not
having had one in quite a while. 

"Do you mind some company? I see you're taking photographs, are you
a professional?"

"Actually, no, this is a hobby...I'm a teacher, looking forward to
a snowday." You smile, and we continue to tromp. "Look at my
manners, My name is Diane...yours is?"

I really don't care at this point, I just want to keep conversation
going....I feel the tension, that glorious tension I've missed for
so long.

"Nate—and I guess you've met Rusty here!" You smile, and I start
feeling myself thinking in directions a Sunday school teacher
shouldn't think, but not particularly caring.

"Do you come here often, Nate ?" a plan begins to form in my mind.

"Not really. Just feeling a bit housebound, so we came out. The
family is away this week, and its been kinda quiet."

"That's so weird! My husband just left a few days ago with my girls
to visit his parents in Florida...he always finds a way to get out
of shoveling...." I laugh, and can see the possibilities percolating
in your head as easily as if you'd said them aloud. 

I feel myself drawn, listening to the way you talk, watching the
way you move. Even bundled in my winter coat, I feel the sidelong
glances you give me, Rusty walking ahead of us. I know this is
something I need. At 6 am, during a snowstorm, SOMEONE had to have
set this up for me. I know fate has always taken care of me before,
has kept me safe, and always somehow given me what I needed. I send
up a silent prayer of thanks, and give in to what I know will happen.

We continue talking, learning about each other, you're wondering
why I'm wearing a skirt in such weather. "Are you Pentecostal or
something? Is it a religious thing?" 

"Oh, God, no! I hate pants for the most part. Skirts are just as
warm, if not warmer, and frankly, I like feeling feminine. Not to
mention the easy access!" I see you perk at those words, but I know
you have no idea I'm not wearing anything beneath my skirt...I
rarely do. "Want to see one of my special spots?" I'm thinking of a
place, thinking of what to do, hoping you'll say yes.

"well, I have nothing else to do, why not?" you answer, though I'm
sure you know at this point as well as I do what will happen.

We leave the main trail (such that it is, covered with snow) and
follow what looks little more than a deer track. You see it heading
up toward a ridge, surrounded by over loaded evergreens. I am
getting warm from the walk, and unzip my coat, clicking another
picture of the snow encrusted trees along the ridgeline. When we get
near the top, you see how the trees seem almost to be planted in a
perfect half circle, the ridge forming the half line along the back.
The snow isn't as deep here, and the wind is barely able to breach
this protected spot. I pull off my coat, setting my camera carefully
on top of it. I turn to ask you what you think of this place, one of
my most secret, and walk right into your kiss.

The kiss seems to last forever, warm, languorous, testing and
teasing. You don't hold me at first, and I know this is to give me
the chance to say no. I lean into you, moaning softly, missing this
tenderness and seduction. I wrap my arms around your neck, my
fingers into your hair. I pull at your coat, wanting to feel you and
not the layers of clothes. I giggle a bit into the kiss, as I hear
Rusty run off after a wayward squirrel. You lean back, back,
breaking off the kiss. I see the flush, the excitement in you, so
aware of what I had created, but I see the look of concern. 

"You're okay with this right?" 

I lean forward and kiss the tip of your nose, before sliding down
to my knees in front of you. As I lean forward, and grasp the zipper
of your jeans with my teeth, I hear you utter a low gutteral moan. 

"Are you sure it isn't too cold?" I hear you ask chuckling a bit. 

"I think I can keep you warm." I smile, before pulling out your
warm, already hard cock...I guess you were watching me closer than
I'd considered! I lick your head, knowing the cold air makes it
tingle, before bringing my mouth down over it, warming it with my
tongue. I continue to suck you down, loving the warm silken feel of
you in my underused mouth. I let your cock rest deep in my mouth,
and swallow, letting my throat squeeze your head, and smile as I
feel your hands grasp my hair, holding me tight.

"Jesus, your husband must be a very happy man!"

I slightly shake my head no, but don't loose contact, moving slowly
up and down your length, one hand playing with your balls. I shift
your pants so that they are laying down on the ground, my chest up
against your legs, and I feel your legs quiver with passion. I feel
you reach back against the boulder you've been resting on, looking
for more support. I release your cock, smiling mischieviously, 

"Do you think its cold out?" 

"Hell, no...it must be July!" I hear you giggle. 

I pull my shirt over my head, and lay back on the snow. 

"Holy shit! are you crazy?" 

"ummm...yeah, but trust me, you'll like me that way." I grinned. 

It'd been a long time since I'd made love in the snow, but I
relaxed into it, feeling the soft moisture against my heated skin. I
raised my arms up to you, beckoning you to come to me. You look a
little concerned at the snow, then kneel next to me, your hands
running over my stomach, up under my breasts, before leaning
forward, and sucking first one, then the other nipple into your
mouth. Thank god the snow had a muffling effect, for I must have
moaned loud enough to wake my neighbors otherwise. 

You move down my body, you hands running up and down my sides, your
tongue doing amazing things to my heated skin. You get to the edge
of my skirt, I feel you lift it up, and hear your gasp at what
you've found. I squirm out of my skirt, laying naked on top of the
fresh snow, feeling it conform to my curves, supporting me. You lean
forward, and just slightly lick the very tip of my clit with your
tongue, and I squeal loudly. Emboldened by my noise, you suck my
clit into your mouth, and I whimper. The feel of the cold snow, to
the heat my body was producing was effecting me insanely. Suddenly,
all I wanted was you inside me. I tugged on you, first silently
begging you to climb on top of me, then crying out in frustration,
"Please, just fuck me!" and I hear Rusty come nearby back from
chasing the squirrel. 

I feel you climb on top of me, nibbling on my chest as I arch my
back into you, feeling your thick cock pressing against me. I reach
down, and grasp your ass in my hands (and such a nice ass, have I
mentioned that?) and pull you into me. Rusty perks at the
intermingling of our sighs. I feel you move within me, and you hear
the pants of my breath as my body gets hotter and hotter. I am
squirming beneath you, arching against you, begging for more. Your
whispering to me, telling me what a hot woman I am, so glad you
found me, that you've been missing this too. You grasp my tits
roughly, pinching the nipples, and begin to slam yourself into me as
I'm screaming, so loudly some of the snow starts to fall off the
nearest evergreen. My body jerks and spasms as I cum, my muscles
squeezing your cock deep within me, and I know you know by the
whimper in your voice, and I hear you moan with each breath. As I
come down, I reach low, and grasp your balls, squeezing them feeling
them get tighter and tighter, knowing your about to explode. I feel
your cock engorge, and the sudden feeling of fullness sets of
another orgasm in me, and I'm screaming, feeling your cum hit deep
inside me. You fall on top of me, giggling slightly. "I see what you
mean about the snow."

I lay there shivering with completion, when you pull me up into
your arms. "Thank you." You say it with such sincerity, I suddenly
know you live in the same world I do, stuck between your realities
and your needs. I kiss you deeply, thanking you with my body. "Thank
YOU."



Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2000


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