This is a true story from the days I lived in New York and had this 'thing' with Adrian.
oops, I should at least change his name, but what are the chances of him reading this site or even remembering me, or the things he did to me 5-6 years ago???
It's 5 to 6. I walk to the corner watching my steps on the frosty sidewalk. I pull my hat down and my scarf up, not only to protect me from the glacial wind, but to make sure no one recognises me when I get into your car.
You pick me up from our usual spot with your black Landrover. This always means outdoor fun...Like last time when you took me to your friends lakeside house and played all romantic with me. I look out of the car's window, watching the falling snowflakes, wondering where you are taking me this time and thinking it's too cold to have sex on the shore now. I could ask you of course, but there is a very slim chance, you will tell me. So I decide to let you concentrate on the driving till we leave this damned busy town behind.
For a while you are quiet, and you didn't even say hi. But you never do. You just place your right hand on my thigh and smile at me and at my thick, brown winter-thights. Yeah, they are not very sexy, I know, but they keep me warm. I take off my hat and fold down the sun visor to look into the mirror and brush my hair with my fingers. You are busy trying to see the traffic lights, as the busy wipers battle to keep the thick flakes away from the windshield.
"You have the whole weekend off, right baby?" you look at me as we leave the last intersection before turning onto the highway.
I nod, my hand still fiddling with my hair.
"We are going to Vermont." you announce turning to me again with a faint smile
"Woohoo." I go bouncing on my seat as a feverish kid.
"Ohh, don't be so excited,'"you laugh " you are not to leave the house."
I stop bouncing and curl my lips to a mysterious, suggestive smile .
"Even better...I can still admire the scenery and the snow through the window, while you are..." You look at me questioning the end of the broken sentence with a raised eyebrow and an -almost- know it all smile.
"While I'm what...?" you ask, but I just continue grinning at you.
"While I'm what, Annie???"
"If I tell you, you might have to pull the car over and... and have me here in the woods." I point outside, my fingernail knocks on the window.'
"I can't stop here, it's a highway, although, I know, that is exactly what you want. So go on, tempt me, little witch'"you smirk.
I love that excited spark in your eyes.
"I just pictured a scene where I stand in the living room, half naked, bending over the sofa looking out of the window, while you are busy behind me, trying to rub my frozen backside warm."
"I would make you hot in no time baby. I have my moves." you smile
"I know." I sigh "I wish we were there already." It's the longest 5 hours of my life.
......
As we are getting closer to the house you tell me to duck under the dashboard. Although the neighbours don't know you, you can never be careful enough. I'm pretty much used to my secret mistress status by now.
"Damn" you say when you stop the car.
I look up and realise you had to stop on the street as the driveway is covered with at least 20 inches of snow. I am told to stay in the car while you are getting the shovels. I laugh as you make your way towards the house, walking like a penguin with great difficulty in the high snow. But my amusement and smile soon turns into utter surprise and dismay when you return with the giant shovels; and I am expected to help you clean the road.
"I can't believe you make me do this" I grumble."I am a fragile woman, you know...I belong to the kitchen or...or more desirably to the bedroom."
"Yes, you do belong to the bedroom, but you have to work hard for the attention, you're about to get, miss...(ahh you and your sweet promises)And besides we have to pull the car up. We want to hide it from the neighbours, before they decide to come over for a chat. So shut your pretty mouth and get back to work."
"This is 21st century. I wonder if they (your friends, the owners of the house) ever heard about the heated driveway." I continue fuming. "I don't even like the snow that much anymore. It's pretty, but its heavy and very cold...'"
A deep, loud ' thump' as a pile of snow lands on my head and shoulders. I shake it off quickly and I turn to you.
You are standing there with a mean smile on your face, your arms confidently folded on the shaft and one of your feet relaxing on the blade.
'"If you don't stop whining, I will roll you into the snow and build you into a snow-woman, with your tits hanging out."
That cries out for a snowball fight. Once you turn your back thinking, I've gone back to work I bombard you with quickly made little balls trying to hit your naked face and neck. You, as always just laugh at my pitiful effort as you slowly, with a confident smile on your face walk towards me. I know there's no point running away, especially me being so short, the snow -is up to my knee- would make it impossible to run, so I let you pounce me. You rip my jacket and cardi apart, pull up my shirt and cover my tits with a handful of snow. You are forcing my arms down, deep into the snow. You wear gloves so you don't feel how cold it is, but the snow is going into my sleeves and its unbelievably cold on my breasts.
"Let meeee goooo" I scream. I try to wrestle you off me, with all my strength, using my feet to try to kick you away, but you kneel down on my thighs and keep me forced to the ground, I mean into the snow.
"Shush" that's all you say. You seem to take great delight in my sore, erected, snow covered nipples. And you bend closer to kiss them.
"Please, don't. " I yelp, as your warm mouth touches and quickly leaves my nipple. You throw some snow on it again bringing even more pain to it with the radically changing temperature. My instinct is to roll into a ball and try to keep myself warm; but you are pinning me down, pushing me deeper and deeper into the snow, which is going underneath my clothes . No matter how nicely you lick and suck my nipples, I just can't enjoy it like this. It's way too cold.
"Baby, it's too cold" I try to bring you around. "Let's go inside, please."
I turn my head to the side showing my displeasure and try to kick you away again.
You think you can calm me down by sucking on my nipple, but my body is getting numb with cold, so I don't feel a thing. Then you start kissing my face softly, licking my lips..
"I love your purple lips." you say and finally showing some mercy, you lift me up in your arms. I love this feeling, you know, I love being in your arms so much that sometimes I wonder, whether I have father complex issues. You carry me towards the house but half way, you stop at the corner of the house, just underneath the gutter.
You tell me to break three of the icicles that are hanging in front of us.
I want to please you so I go for the thickest, longest ones and I laugh under my breath about this cliche. I know for sure why I need 3 of them. But as I find out later I could not be more wrong.
When we get inside the house you put the icicles into the freezer in the kitchen and you tell me to get a towel from the bathroom and make myself comfortable on the sofa. I manage to find a huge towel that covers half the sofa and sitting on it, I undress, till you get something out of the car.
When you return you take one of the icicles from the freezer you hand it to me, sitting down it front of me. I still have my underwear on; I'm holding the thick icicle in my hand and I wonder what you want me to do with it.
'" want it inside you. What else, silly girl?" you are reading my thoughts.
"And do it quickly, its melting already." You're tapping your fingers on your thigh impatiently
I take off my panties quickly, leaving my bra still on, opening my legs with my back resting against the wall.
I'm ill at ease. I do not like masturbating in front of anyone. Especially not you, especially not you when you are still fully clothed and especially not you, fully clothed staring at me with your hungry eyes. But I will do it. My desire to please you is high above my shyness. I open my lips with my fingers and slowly insert the thinner end of it. Of course it won't go in full length, its at least 10 inches long.
"It's so cold" I hiss. I am also having trouble pushing it because of my sitting position.
"You can kneel if it's easier" you say seeing my troubles, with the disinterest of the director of some adult movie.
I wish I could say, I get any kind of pleasure, but it has already frozen my insides and I do not feel anything at all.
"I love to see the water running down your thighs" At least you are enjoying what I'm doing.
"It's not only water, you know" I lie.
"Hmmm.