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 Snow Day

   "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, calling 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
snowday." 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 gutteral 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 mischieviously, "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."
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