From imdulcinea@aol.com Sun Feb 02 23:12:40 1997
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Subject: 2nd Try: Celeste's #11 for Jan:  Snowed In by Dulcinea (pt 1)
Date: 3 Feb 1997 04:12:40 GMT
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Well, AOL struck again, and my repost of this story was scrambled with
another.  So I've split the two halves, and I am trying again!!
      -Dulci



Snowed In
by Dulcinea


"Uh, Sweetie...  I don't think we're going out today."  He said,
peering out the bedroom window.  He motioned for her to join him.  The
view of the back yard was obscured by falling snowflakes, the world
outside their warm little house a stark, glittering world of snow.
"That's at least six inches over night."

"Six inches?"  She pulled herself out of bed, covering her beautiful
body with the bed sheet.  Shuffling across the floor, she pressed up
against him, warmth against the cold view outside.  "The weather report
said chance of snow.  Not blizzard!"

He Dropped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.  "I think
we're snowed in."

They stood for a moment, looking at the serene winter scene, then let 
the blind fall back into place.  "Well....   Pook!"  She said,
disappointment showing clearly.  "Now what are we going to do today?"

He grinned, his hand slipping under the sheet to caress her left
breast.  "I can think of a few things."  He said, laughing.

"Oh, stop it!"  She pushed his hand away, squirming away from him.  "Is
that all you think about?"  The grin on his face was all the answer she
needed.  "I just really wanted to get some things done today."

"I know."  He pulled her back into his arms, kissing her forehead.
"Let's get some breakfast and then we'll see how the weather is for the
rest of the day." Releasing her, he headed for the bathroom.  "Maybe
we'll just have a late start.  Okay?"

She nodded.  Dropping the sheet, she slipped into her robe and headed
to the kitchen to start the coffee.


He came back in from shoveling snow, his cheeks red from the cold.
"Are you sure you don't want me to help? "  She asked, handing him a
cup of cocoa.  He nodded.  The unmistakable odor of baking bread filled
the house, his mouth watering.  "I'm almost done.  And I'd hate to see
you freeze off that beautiful ass of yours."  He gave her a playful
swat.

"Well, you're my hero!"  She kissed his cheek, giving him a big hug. 
She felt the cold nylon of his coat through her flannel shirt, and she
shivered.  "I hate the cold!'  She complained.

"But I love the effect it has on you."  He stared at the rising peaks
that began to show through the flannel.  "Your nipples are getting
hard."

"Yeah, well..."  She shrugged.  Before she could stop him, he snaked
his left hand up inside of her shirt, his frozen fingers tweaking her
bare nipple.  "Oh!"  She cried, pulling away.  "You cretin!"  He
laughed, ducking back outside.  "Love you!"  He shouted.

He never saw the snow ball until it smashed into the wall just over his
head.   "Ooopsie!"  She said, standing on the porch, rolling a second
snowball in her bare hands.  She stepped forward, laughing. "Guess I
should have aimed a little better."

"Why you...."  PHLUMPH!  A second snow ball splattered against his
chest, her laughter echoing in his ears.  "That's it!"  He cried,
flinging the shovel aside.  "You're in trouble now!"

She squealed, turning around and running for the door.  He was faster,
cutting off her escape route.  She saw the snow ball he was shaping,
his large hands creating a snow ball almost twice the size of hers.
"No...  You wouldn't...."

SPLAT!  Snow splattered into her face as the missile crashed against
her shoulder.  The war was on!  Snowballs flew rapid fire between them,
their laughter echoing across the deserted street.  The yard became
criss-crossed with their tracks, as they ducked and dodged, trying to
avoid the flying snow balls.

"Enough is enough!"  He practically tackled her, pushing her down in
the soft snow.  She screamed as he dumped a handful of snow down the
front of her shirt.  "See you inside!"  He cried, jumping up and
heading for the house.

He had already wiggled out of the outdoor clothes when she came in,
covered with snow.  The look she gave him was not one of deep love and
affection, and he stifled a laugh.  "Can I help you out of those wet
things?"  He asked politely.

Her boots flew off her feet, crashing into the corner.  Her hair was
filled with snow, her back and shoulders covered with the clinging
white stuff.  "Come here.  Let me help you."  He began brushing the
snow off her back, feeling her shiver periodically.  "I'm sorry,
sweetheart.  I shouldn't have knocked you in the snow.  Forgive me?"

"No!"

"Honey!"  He whined.  Taking her hand, he led her to the bathroom,
running the tub full of warm water as he helped her undress.  Her wet
clothing he dropped in a pile on the floor, enjoying the sight of her
naked skin as she sunk under the warm water.  Ignoring his growing
erection, he began to bathe her, scrubbing her back and shoulders, her
long legs.  He couldn't resist caressing her breasts with his soapy
hands, her hard nipples pressing into his palms.

"Mmmmm...."  She slid into the water, enjoying his touch.  Encouraged,
his hands slid down, under the water, sliding between her thighs to
find her little love button.  She moaned, her legs opening wider, her
eyes closing.  "That feels so good...."

Two fingers probed inside her, his thumb massaging her clit while he
began to piston in and out of her.  She began squirming in the water,
putty in his hands.  Gasping, she came, her pussy clamping down around
his fingers.  His cock was throbbing, needing the feel of those silky
walls around it, wanting to feel her hot, pulsing pussy surround him.

The bath finished, he dried her with a soft towel, massaging her body
from head to toe.  Kneeling in front of her to dry her legs, he was
overcome by the smell of her sex.  Spreading her lips, he sucked on her
hard clit, licking all her love juice hungrily.  His cock begged to be
released, and he could stand it no longer.  "I have to have you now."
He told her.  "I need you so badly."

He couldn't wait to get to the bedroom.  Unzipping his pants, his cock
leapt out, the head red and swollen, wet with precum.  Standing behind
her, they faced the bathroom mirror, and he watched her face as he
caressed her breasts, the sides of her body, his hands sliding to her
waist.  She bent over the counter, and he wasted no time, his hardness
slipping easily into her wet pussy.

One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against him, his free
hand stroking her clit as he banged her furiously.  This was wild sex,
hard and fast, and she was gasping with each thrust, crying out as her
body was slammed with wave after wave of pleasure.  Like his fingers
had been, his cock was now surrounded by her pulsating pussy, and he 
pumped his seed deep inside her,

holding her close as they both calmed down.

Covering her shoulders with kisses, he released her, watching her body
shiver with little after shocks from her orgasm.  "I love you so
much."  He whispered.

She turned and kissed him, her tongue darting inside his mouth.  "And I
love you, you big jerk."  Her hand reached around him, pinching his
bare ass.  "I still owe you for the dunk in the snow."  She told him.

He returned the pinch, smiling down at her.  "And just what are you
going to do to me?"  He asked.

"I don't know."  She smiled wickedly, making it apparent that she knew
exactly what she would do.  "But for now, I suggest we spend the rest
of the day in bed."

He grinned, following her to the bedroom.  "I love being snowed in."




~There are worse hobbies than windmill jousting~
	  ~To every man his Dulcinea~
		~ImDulcinea@aol.com~


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From: imdulcinea@aol.com (ImDulcinea)
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Subject: 2nd try:  Celeste's #11 for Jan:  Snowed In by Dulcinea (pt2)
Date: 3 Feb 1997 04:15:17 GMT
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Snowed In:  Day 2
by Dulcinea


He waited for the weather, smiling as the forecast called for an end to
the snowstorm before morning.  Yesterday had been fun, but so very
exhausting!  He grinned.  There was just so much to get done.  He had
things to do, people to see, places to go.....

"We should be back in business tomorrow.  The weatherman says the storm
ends tonight."  He said, sneaking up behind her as she washed the
dishes.  His arms snaked around her waist, hugging her.  "Soup smells
wonderful.  Do you want me to help with anything?"

"An end to the snow?  Thank goodness!"  She leaned back against him a
moment, resting in his grip.  "I hate being cooped up like this!"
Thinking for a moment, she pointed at a stack of towels on the dryer.
"Put those away for  me?"

"Sure."  He released her, pinching her ass and making her yelp.
Laughing, he headed down the hallway with the laundry.

She met him in the hallway as he was coming back.  Silently, she pushed
him back against the wall, falling to her knees before him.  "Honey?"
He asked, startled.  Her hands fumbled with the zipper on his pants,
pulling his flaccid cock out.  He could feel the blood starting to
flow, and he groaned as her warm mouth closed over the head, sucking
gently.  "Surprise!"  She said, her mouth full.

She was rewarded with a trickle of precum as the his cock swelled,
filling her mouth.  Bringing her right hand up, she caressed his balls,
rolling them in the palm of her hand.  Her tongue massaged the
sensitive underside of his cock, stroking the velvet skin, listening to
his happy groans.

Teasing him, she drew her mouth off his cock, licking her lips to
moisten them.  She watched as more pre cum dribbled out, and she caught
it with her tongue, eagerly tasting him, sucking the swollen red knob
clean.  As always, her own juices began to flow, her excitement
building with his.  Stifling a moan of her own, she fastened her lips
around him once again, nibbling her way down his cock, and back up 
again.

His fingers twisted into her hair, and he began to shake and shudder as
he approached his orgasm.  Pulling away from him a moment, she kissed
the tip of his cock, then quickly popped a sliver of ice in her mouth.

She had promised him she would get even for yesterday, for when he'd
dunked her in the snow.  Rolling the piece of ice around her mouth, she
let it melt against her tongue, then slid her lips down the length of
his shaft quickly.

"Augh!"  He jerked, the cold iciness of her mouth a shock to the
sensitive nerve endings.  He could feel her laughter around the head of
his cock, her throat vibrating deliciously  around his hardness.
Before he knew it, he was pumping his seed down her throat, feeling her
swallow quickly.

"That was so mean!"  He said, when he could talk again.  She still
knelt before him, laughter in her eyes.  "You're wonderful."  He said.

"Thank you."  She accepted his hand to rise to her feet.  "I've worked
very hard to become so - Hey!"  She cried, as he pushed her up against
the opposite wall, his hands unbuttoning her shirt, freeing her
breasts.  He cupped his hands around them, rubbing his thumbs around
the nipples to stiff peaks.

Lowering his mouth, he licked the swell of her breasts, sliding it down
between them.  Covering every inch of the soft skin with his tongue, he
nibbled and sucked, hearing her breathing change, listening as she
began to whimper.  Pressing his tongue flat, he teased her nipples,
letting his hands slide down her body, under the waistband of her
jogging pants, past her panties...

BBZZZZTTTTT!  The buzzer sounded in the kitchen.  "Oh no."  She moaned,
pushing away from the wall.  "That's the cake.  I've got to go get it
out of the oven"

He let her go, following after he adjusted his clothing.  She was just
taking the cake out of the oven, resting it on the stove burners.  He
caught a glimpse of her hard nipple through the open shirt, still
excited from his manipulations.  Grabbing her around the waist again,
he helped her up on the counter.  "I think we can get rid of these."
He told her, pulling the sweat pants off.

He could smell her unique odor as he lowered his mouth to her pussy,
his tongue sliding around the crotch of her panties to plunge into her
sweetness.  He quickly found her hard clit, flicking his tongue across
the swollen button, feeling her thigh muscles tighten as though she
wanted to clamp them around him.

Two fingers worked their way into her pussy, twisting around and
around, making her squirm.  She thrust her hips up to meet his probing
fingers, and she began to cum.

Removing his hand, he replaced it with his semi-erect cock, her muscles
drawing him deeper inside her.  She felt so good, so soft around his
hardness, he groaned.  Her moans matched his, and she brought her
thighs around his waist.

They made love on the kitchen counter, first slow, then fast, then
slow.  Since he had so recently cum, he was able to remain hard longer,
bringing her to an orgasm, then another.  "Oh please!"  She moaned, her
body preparing for another burst of pleasure.  "Please!"

"Please what?"  He asked, grinning down at her.  Her answer was a sharp
cry, her back arching off the counter.  Cupping his hands over her
breasts, he thrust one last time into her burning pussy, filling her
belly with his cum.

He touched her face, stroking her cheek, hesitant to break the physical
contact between them.  Bending down, they kissed, a long, passionate
joining.  "You are wonderful."  She told him.

"Thank you.  I've worked hard to become so."  He smiled, pushing the
sweaty strands of hair off her face.  "See?  Being snowed in isn't so
bad.  Was it really so terrible being cooped up with me?"  She shook
her head.  "Maybe we'll get lucky, and it will storm again tomorrow."

She grinned, a lazy smile he loved so.  "Maybe."  She agreed.


~There are worse hobbies than windmill jousting~
	  ~To every man his Dulcinea~
		~ImDulcinea@aol.com~


