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Winter Passion
Skiing is an exhilarating activity, almost as fun as
certain other contact sports. To feel the biting cold against
your cheeks as you race down the slopes, the swirling mist of
crystalline particles which follow, and the absolute silence
of the evening air only heightens your senses for the night
ahead. Nearing the lodge I can smell the wood smoke from
within and slide to a stop amid a cloud of clinging snow.
Removing my skis I enter and view your luscious form outlined
by the warm glow of the fire.
The jumper does justice to your fine form. Those firm
high breasts jut upward without a sign of support, and the
tight outfit seems to flow down over your taunt belly to
exquisitely accent your muscular thighs. Your hair billows
around a perfect face, one split with a smile and words of
warm greeting. Accepting the wine from your outstretched hand,
be both move toward the crackling logs. As we sit beside the
hearth, the heat I feel stirring is mainly due to you. A
mischievous grin and little lights in your eyes tells me you
are sharing some of the same thoughts. Watching the sun recede
below the mountains, I know we can both think of several
pleasurable ways to heat up the chilly night.
Dancing flames cast rippling shadows on you, leaning
forward several buttons come loose and the fullness of your
chest is partially exposed. I too lean forward and our lips
meet in a fleeting kiss. Tongues begin cautious excursions,
soon more probing and desirous. Arms now intertwine, as we
slide from the couch to the full rug below. I slide my hands
under the jumper, to the pliant flesh beneath, kneading your
shoulders and stroking your back. Shivers run down my spine as
delicate fingers move down my chest, moving down to the
incessant heat below. We continue to explore each others
mouths and bodies as the snaps and pops of the fire mix with
our sounds of longing.
Now my fingers move to probe certain soft areas. The twin
beauties lie exposed and awaiting some attention. I cup each
one, feeling the soft, supple flesh warm to my touch. Wrapping
my hands around them, I playfully squeeze and test their
resiliency. Our mouths disengage momentarily as you emit a
sigh and lean even closer. Your nipples are like hard little
pebbles, I twirl each between my finger and thumb. Then I
slide my palm across the tips, barely touching them. You
strain forward, wanting and needing the feel of flesh
caressing those swollen caps. Leaving your mouth, I slide down
your neck, nibbling all the while, to reach your breasts and
begin to suck and lick them. Within minutes you are starting
to tremble. From these tender teaseings I realize your entire
body is an erogenous zone, simply requiring stroking and
caressing to bring it to the peak.
But now you startle me as your hands move lower on my
body. Trailing the finger tips down my chest, I feel cool air,
then warm flesh on my stomach. You pull back and moisten your
lips, then lower that wonderful head into my lap. Soon I am
the one who is trembling. Up to now it was merely a playful
little bout, lying on the floor. We are in the main lodge, in
view of any who would walk in. Yet this does not bother you,
rather the thrill of some public fun seems to spur you on.
This I can tell from the hot liquid mouth with is so eagerly
devouring me. I start to slip away, the expert head feels so
good. With the fire warming me above, and you below, my entire
body is starting to glow.
Faster your head bobs, I am losing all feeling except for
that centered in the area of your oral delights. Your tongue
laps from base to crown, then is followed by those liquid lips
and mouth. I try to hold back, and succeed for a while. With
each passing minute I can feel myself growing harder, and then
those small thigh tremors begin. You notice and speed up.
Harder I try to wait, but then I give up and release myself
into your willing mouth. My spasms continue on and on, as you
gleefully gobble the load I shoot forth. When I think I have
given you all, I feel a swallowing motion, and you drain the
last drop from me. By now all I can do is slump backwards, for
you have drained me in more ways than one. Slowly buttons are
fastened and I feel a soft form huddled next to me. For an
indefinite period we simply watch the orange flames before us.
The sensual warming session has us both relaxed, and I
suggest we move to the hot tub to continue. Readily agreeing,
you glide away down the hall to your room, and I to mine.
Within minutes I am waiting by the steaming water watching you
approach. Your minuscule outfit could be described as a
bathing suit, but just barely. How two small patches of cloth
can contain those straining breasts amazes me, small curls of
pubic hair peek from the tiny bottom. Although completely
drained only moments ago, I feel a bulge beginning to grow.
You drop your towel and we slide into the churning water.
The chill outside is definitely not present in the tub,
the shock of the foaming water revitalizes both of us. Yet for
a while we talk and lay back, observing the swirling flakes
through the windows. Our bodies barely touch as we languish in
the water. Oblivious to all but ourselves, we begin to explore
once again.
Moving lazily about, our chests slide together. I can
feel the hardening nipples through your sheer top, just as you
can feel my growing need below the surface. But we have time,
and continue the slow gentle rhythm. My arms surround you, and
deftly untie the tiny material holding the magnificent pair.
As the warm liquid lubricates, you rub your bare breasts into
my furry chest. The stimulation of the wiry hairs appears to
be enjoyable, for we both play at this little game and smile.
All the time the snow continues to fall and the evening stars
are beginning to appear.
Slowing the pace, I lean back and return with the wine
glasses. After sharing a bit, I dribble some down your neck
and proceed to lap it up. My tongue circles your neck, pausing
at the small hollow at the base, then venturing even lower. I
near your beauties, now floating barely above the surface,
then move higher to your lips. The taste of the wine, water
and myself mingle with yours as we resume our tongue teases.
With only the water, and two sheer pieces of fabric separating
us, my erection pushes incessantly toward the warmth of your
body. Without saying a word, you reach down and free us both.
I spring forward and almost penetrate, but pull back and raise
you up to the deck next to the aquatic play pen.
Carefully spreading your legs, I gaze at the sight before
me. A downy, soft patch covered with dew. Some is from the
tub, but other droplets are your liquid of lust. The moist
pink slit looks so inviting that I venture a small probing
taste. As I tweak the parted lips, you moan and relax onto the
wooden deck. I remember the fantastic head you so willingly
gave, and attempt to return the favor. The musky fragrance of
your desire, and the aroma of the ceder deck form a
tantalizing combination. Without any further hesitation, I
bury my face to your snatch and begin to burrow deeper into
mysterious folds.
Parting the lips with my fingers, I run my tongue along
the inner lips, slowly from the bottom, to that marble like
bud above. Upon reaching it, I take it between my lips and
cautiously nibble. Your legs close about my head, and I know
that is the right spot. My hands move up to play with the
layers of your wetness, while my mouth remains attached to
your throbbing clitoris. Pulling back ever so slightly, I nip
and lap the pink lips, play circling dances in your furry
patch, then return to the most important spot. Your sleek
moisture flow increases, along with a faster moaning type of
pant. Each indicates that I have found a particularly tender
location.
My hands pry your legs from my ears, and then caress the
silky inner flesh of your thighs, all without interrupting my
oral motions. Like my sounds before, your pants become
shallower and faster, and brief tremors shoot up your legs. I
continue to work on your trembling bud, and the torrent of
nectar. Like a conductor, I speed up, them slow the tempo,
moving ever onward to that moment of orgasmic crescendo. Your
body now arches and rocks, closer it moves to release. Then I
cover all with my mouth and lap from side to side, and center
at the heated point. As my I suck upon it, your body wracks in
spasms and wiggles on the deck. You sigh and exhale
repeatedly, since I do not stop after the first, by the fourth
you begin to melt, totally relaxing in the warm feeling of
contentment. Just as we did by the fire, you slide into the
water to rest and renew.
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