Archive-name: SpecMome/winter1.txt
Archive-author: Nite Crawler
Archive-title: Winter Passion - 1
The seasons change, and as the weather alters, so do our erotic
interludes. No longer do we frolic on sandy tropical beaches, but
huddle together in the cool evenings before a crackling fire ....
We now return to the winter scenes of our lust......
I. THE WARMING FIRE
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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.
Continued chapter 2.
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