Snowbound

Winter is now in full retreat. The roads are clear at last, although lined with barricades of dirty, used snow. Fields have been turned into lakes by the meltwaters. Daughter is back at school (though we had an adventure getting her there) and son came back from snowboarding with no injury worse than that he sustained in trying to leap from one sofa to another in a French nightclub and failing spectacularly. Strange to think that just a fortnight ago we were snowed in...

It’s amazing how a fall of snow changes everything. Shapes get softened, sounds deadened, the horizon and the sky meld into one.

It can also affect your mood.

Daughter was away overnight with a friend, Son was away snowboarding for the week. We had the house to ourselves. We had talked about it being a chance to indulge our wildest fantasies, satisfy our basest lusts, give in to our darkest desires. We both knew the implications but, mindful of our little agreement, I played it down as much as possible.

In any case, I had to go to a meeting in town that evening. I drove from work into Eelfort early so as to check out a new adult shop that had just opened. It was sleeting hard as I parked the car and stepped out into the slushy street hunching my shoulders against the biting east wind

A couple of hours later, as I drove home from my meeting, it was snowing in earnest. As I drove further from the city the motorway grew more treacherous by the minute. By the time I reached home the roads were starting to become impassable. Snow had been forecast for the past few days, but the suddenness and ferocity of this blizzard had taken everyone by surprise

Heather had supper ready when I got back. I would have grabbed her there and then and hauled her off upstairs but that’s just not how she likes it. No matter how wild it ultimately becomes, how wild she sometimes needs it to be, we almost always start slow. Like seducing her for the first time all over again. So we ate our supper together, did all the little household chores, had a cup of tea, sat and watched a little television. All the while I knew that it was only a matter of time before we went into the bedroom and she knew that I knew and that added a little electricity to the atmosphere. Trying to go about our daily lives and trying to ignore the elephant in the room that was the inevitability of us ending up having sex. As I mentioned before, Heather hates inevitability so this all becomes somewhat of a game. We both know what is going to happen, we both maybe flirt a little with each other, but she likes to ignore the inevitable and I play along. All a bit frustrating for me and a waste of VFT (=Valuable Fucking Time).

At last we were together iin the bedroom. As I undressed she slipped quietly into bed and pulled the duvet up around her ears. I climbed in next to her.

”I know we said we’d do something wild tonight” she said, apolgetically ”but would it be alright if we just cuddled? I think it’s the snow. It just makes me feel as if I want to be held, all snug and warm”.

If I had told her to stop that nonsense, get out of the bed that instant and stand with legs apart, bending over the end of the bed, I know she would have done it. If I had forced her hands behind her back, handcuffed them and pushed her mouth over my cock she wouldn’t have resisted much. Maybe that would have excited her, maybe on a different occasion that is what I would have done but for now I decided to just go along with her and see how things evolved.

While she was snuggling up to me the talk came around to how well we are both doing in losing weight. I told her I was looking forward to doing some standing-up sex again. We did this quite a lot in our younger days. Her arms wrapped around my neck, my forearms under her knees with her legs clamped tightly around me. I’m up for that any time but Heather isn’t confident I won’t drop her. I asked her if she remembered the one time, and one time only, that we took it a step further. With her hands clasped tightly around my neck she leaned back. Somehow I managed to get her ankles onto my shoulders and, supporting her buttocks in my hands I penetrated her (well-prepared) arsehole.

Heather couldn’t remember this, and thought it was most unlikely, so I gently collected her ankles and moved her into the position, though horizontally rather than vertically. She leaned away from me, with her arms and ankles around my neck, pushing her lower body into me and nudging my stiff cock up against her arsehole. Teasing but not penetrating. One day I’ll do it again, for real.

Demonstration over, we slowly disentangled ourselves. But I rather liked the way that bringing Heather’s legs up had squeezed her labia out between her inner thighs. They looked so plump and gorgeous they were just crying out for some attention from my tongue.

I held both her ankles firmly in one hand, supported her bottom up in the air with the other hand and went down on her, my tongue probing and darting and teasing her lips free. She started to moan and shake in acknowledgement of my ministrations. I changed position slightly, lying down now at right angles to her, my face submerged in her. I held her legs up out of the way with my upper arm while the thumb of that hand hunted for her clitoris. The other hand was still supporting her bottom while the thumb pressed down on her arsehole. All the while I sucked and chewed on her inner labia through my lips or ran my tongue up and down the length of her soaking wet cleft, occasionally dipping as deep as I could go into her cunt and drawing the wetness out to spread it over her perineum.

It was clear that Heather was close to coming, but I wanted to try something else. I helped her over onto all fours and knelt up behind her with my face pushed right up between her buttocks. I parted them VERY gently with my hands and swirled my tongue around her tight-clenched little arsehole. She was moaning louder and spasming now. I somehow managed to get a hand in between her legs and to get hold of her inner labia between finger and thumb; pulling, rolling, massaging. First one side, then the other. When she clamped her thighs hard together as a prelude to her ogasm, that hand was trapped there The thumb moistened by her juices and now rubbing her clitoris until she came with a prolonged and mournful wail and slumped her head down into the pillow.

I extricated the hand as gently as I could manage. Heather seemed oblivious. Using my thumbs to gently part her labia and hold them apart against her thighs, I slid easily and deeply into her. Until now she had not touched my cock once. Neither, for that matter, had I. But the manner of her coming, the sights and sounds and smells that were the expression of her joy, and the knowledge that it was me who had taken her there, had brought me very close to the edge with very little physical stimulation. Now just a few slow and gentle thrusts into that beautiful, sweet, luscious cunt and I had released my load deep into her body. I clasped her around the middle and leaned over her until my hair brushed her back. I even rested my feet on top of her calves. As close as I was to her I wanted to get closer still, to have as much of me in contact with her as I could possibly manage.

I have no idea how long we stayed in that position. I didn’t want to leave her. I reached around under her and fondled her breasts, nibbled at her shoulders, massaged her neck. Eventually she handed me a tissue and I reluctantly pulled out, using all my skill and experience to try and catch the blob of our combined juices that came too, and failing miserably.

Heather rolled onto her back and pulled me down onto her.

”What’s the matter, you poor old wreck. Have I worn you out completely? Perhaps you’ll leave me alone now”.

By way of reply I planted my lips on hers, then half-rolled and stretched out, clasping her to me.

And we fell asleep holding each other. Snug against the winter’s night.


Previous picture. The Oxford Canal, deep in the Northamptonshire countryside.