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From: Dryad <gbbjg@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Snow Day" By Dryad (MF, Cheat, Oral)
Date: Sat,  8 Jun 2002 05:10:03 -0400
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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 asstr? 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? Its mine. That's right boys 
and girls...its 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 snow day." 
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 guttural 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 
mischievously,  
 
"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 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Dryad/www
 
 
 


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