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Winter Passion ..... submitted by NITE CRAWLER 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 ------------------- 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 teasings 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. II. THE HOT TUB PRELUDE ----------------------- The sensual warming session has us both relaxed, and I suggest we move to the hot tub to continue. Readily agreeing, you glide away down the hall to your room, and I to mine. Within minutes I am waiting by the steaming water watching you approach. Your minuscule outfit could be described as a bathing suit, but just barely. How two small patches of cloth can contain those straining breasts amazes me, small curls of pubic hair peek from the tiny bottom. Although completely drained only moments ago, I feel a bulge beginning to grow. You drop your towel and we slide into the churning water. The chill outside is definitely not present in the tub, the shock of the foaming water revitalizes both of us. Yet for a while we talk and lay back, observing the swirling flakes through the windows. Our bodies barely touch as we languish in the water. Oblivious to all but ourselves, we begin to explore once again. Moving lazily about, our chests slide together. I can feel the hardening nipples through your sheer top, just as you can feel my growing need below the surface. But we have time, and continue the slow gentle rhythm. My arms surround you, and deftly untie the tiny material holding the magnificent pair. As the warm liquid lubricates, you rub your bare breasts into my furry chest. The stimulation of the wiry hairs appears to be enjoyable, for we both play at this little game and smile. All the time the snow continues to fall and the evening stars are beginning to appear. Slowing the pace, I lean back and return with the wine glasses. After sharing a bit, I dribble some down your neck and proceed to lap it up. My tongue circles your neck, pausing at the small hollow at the base, then venturing even lower. I near your beauties, now floating barely above the surface, then move higher to your lips. The taste of the wine, water and myself mingle with yours as we resume our tongue teases. With only the water, and two sheer pieces of fabric separating us, my erection pushes incessantly toward the warmth of your body. Without saying a word, you reach down and free us both. I spring forward and almost penetrate, but pull back and raise you up to the deck next to the aquatic play pen. Carefully spreading your legs, I gaze at the sight before me. A downy, soft patch covered with dew. Some is from the tub, but other droplets are your liquid of lust. The moist pink slit looks so inviting that I venture a small probing taste. As I tweak the parted lips, you moan and relax onto the wooden deck. I remember the fantastic head you so willingly gave, and attempt to return the favor. The musky fragrance of your desire, and the aroma of the ceder deck form a tantalizing combination. Without any further hesitation, I bury my face to your snatch and begin to burrow deeper into mysterious folds. Parting the lips with my fingers, I run my tongue along the inner lips, slowly from the bottom, to that marble like bud above. Upon reaching it, I take it between my lips and cautiously nibble. Your legs close about my head, and I know that is the right spot. My hands move up to play with the layers of your wetness, while my mouth remains attached to your throbbing clitoris. Pulling back ever so slightly, I nip and lap the pink lips, play circling dances in your furry patch, then return to the most important spot. Your sleek moisture flow increases, along with a faster moaning type of pant. Each indicates that I have found a particularly tender location. My hands pry your legs from my ears, and then caress the silky inner flesh of your thighs, all without interrupting my oral motions. Like my sounds before, your pants become shallower and faster, and brief tremors shoot up your legs. I continue to work on your trembling bud, and the torrent of nectar. Like a conductor, I speed up, them slow the tempo, moving ever onward to that moment of orgasmic crescendo. Your body now arches and rocks, closer it moves to release. Then I cover all with my mouth and lap from side to side, and center at the heated point. As my I suck upon it, your body wracks in spasms and wiggles on the deck. You sigh and exhale repeatedly, since I do not stop after the first, by the fourth you begin to melt, totally relaxing in the warm feeling of contentment. Just as we did by the fire, you slide into the water to rest and renew. Continued in Chapter 3 III. THE HOT TUB CONCLUSION --------------------------- Gazing out onto the darkness, the crystal points of the stars seem to leer down at us. They mutely watch our sensual interchanges as they have watched others for eons. With these thoughts rolling in my brain I slide closer and begin another bout of playful fun. This time we will come together in the warm water, but slowly. The initial edge has been satisfied, and a relaxing encounter lies ahead. As before, I pour a thin amber line of wine from your neck to the tub. Carefully following the trail downward, I tickle your ears, then your cheek. The roughness of my beard and the softness of your skin are a counterpoint of texture. Lingering momentarily under you jaw, I weave a trail of kisses lower, to stop located above your breasts. There I blow away the water droplets clinging to the full globes, and follow the breath with my mouth. I can tell you excitement is returning, as the nipples grow in my mouth as I tease and arouse them. Allowing my arms to wander down your back, they reach your firm ass and lift you slightly upward. Now your chest is fully removed from the warm currents, available to my own warm attention. You squirm like an eel as I tongue tease above, and ass stroke below. With the water adding buoyancy, I can dance my fingers over your behind and occasionally graze the hot slit. All the while I have been adding to the fire of the tub with a burning of my own. Soon we will connect and rise to further heights. Feeling the time is right, I lower you in the water, and move upwards. Our wet bodies slide and my throbbing erection begins to part those waiting lips. But as before, I only allow the tip to tease, not fully enter. You seem annoyed at this tactic. My ear gets a not so playful bite and I realize I may have teased long enough. So we begin a slow rolling motion. With each subtle movement I enter just a little deeper, then withdraw completely. Even though we lie in a hot tub, those hungry parts below make the water cold by comparison. As the liquid rushes about us our frolic continues. Our play begins to get serious now. We both feel the need building, soon to explode. The rocking has given way to full thrusts, deep into the cavern of your tight body. Slick walls draw me deeper with every stroke. I push upward, and you impale yourself and rake my back. We are surrounded by the churning foam of excitation, the bubbles from below trickle up my legs and into you. Rolling around the circumference, we are locked in a struggle for that ultimate mutual orgasm. No matter how I move or thrust you answer and pull me even deeper. The hot tight flesh wants to absorb all of me, and I happily comply. My knees are starting to quiver as the moment swiftly approaches. The pants in my ear telegraph your condition, one which is quickly reaching mine. As I feel the fire begin to rush, I buckle my legs and we plunge into the center. Gasping one gulp of air, the surface covers my neck and head, and we are submerged when our orgasms hit. Immediately upon going under, the roar of the water fills my ears, accenting the roar of the feelings. Succumbing to the surrounding water, and demanding flesh, I let loose a torrent of cum deep within you. Your spasms match mine, both rolling on for wave after wave of pleasure. Under the water all sensations are gone, except for our unified bodies. With the rushes beginning to recede, we remain under, savoring the sounds, feels, and each other. The afterglow feeling is something which should be savored, thus we float in the currents and just enjoy it. With a little liquid refreshment to revive, and some wandering patter to engage our minds, the final course shall start shortly. We both have felt the brain fire twice tonight, three is a lucky number. Accordingly we retrieve your suits and leave the tub. Gathering the towels, our direction is to your room. First a brisk rubdown to dry the flesh, and re-awaken the desire. Next will be a final session for the evening, one between the sheets. Final Chapter is Next, Don't Miss It!! IV. THE STEAMY SHEETS --------------------- Arriving at entry to your room, I distract you with neck nuzzles as you attempt to open the door. My hands move over your chest as I press close from behind. Apparently you enjoy the feeling, for you drop the keys, lean back and moan. Realizing we are still in the hall, I desists and you pull me forward through the open door. Once it is closed behind us, you turn and our mouths meet for further exchanges. Your fingers are digging into my ass, and I reciprocate to our mutual pleasure. Then you pull away to change, and I go to the hearth to start a fire. With a little time and patience, a feeble flame starts, then grows into a warm cracking inferno. I move to the bed to test the water within, and the silk sheet coverings. From the fire, to the sheets, then to the mirrors above, all looks ready. Then I hear a rustle and look to view a truly perfect sight. Although I have seen you naked before, with the wispy gown covering you, and the light streaming through the sheer fabric to accent the delicate curves underneath, you look even better. My face must have spoke these feelings for you laugh, then turn off the lights. With only the ruddy glow illuminating you, and the stars filling the sky outside, I step forward to resume our play. Yet before I can reach you, the gown slithers to your feet, and you meet me in the center of the room. I drop my shorts and our flesh once again is in complete contact. We begin anew with locked lips, and wandering hands. Steering you to the bed, we recline as small wavelets slosh outwards. By the time the return to our position we can not feel any motion, only each other. I pull the cool, slick sheets over us, knowing that soon our shared heat will be enough. And soon it is, for even though we have felt satisfaction, the atmosphere is conducive to erotic encounters. But now the setting is for something a bit different. Even though our mouths do not part, my hands are moving steadily lower to those warm and misty regions. I take my hardening penis and slide it over the wet opening of your lust tunnel. Moans answer my actions, so I continue this teasing. Not fully entering, it slides from hot button, down the length, to the point where the fur ends and your cheeks begin. With a deliberate but cautious finger, I trail it from the bottom of your slit, past the other opening, to the base of your spine. However as I move between the firm buttocks I notice a increase in the speed and hardness of your kisses. Taking this as a sign, I decide to explore this little back door. Disengaging mouths, you roll over and raise your rear to greet me. I can see the moist inviting pink tunnel, but know that is not where you desire some pleasure. The anticipation of some anal intercourse fully fills my member with a throbbing which brings it to complete attention. I twiddle the swaying breasts while reaching for some lubrication. Now ready, I test the opening, knowing that a slow start can lead to a fine finish. As I briefly tap the entry with my tool, shivers and wiggles greet my probings. The extra thrust upward is a sure sign of the want, so I start to satisfy. Spreading the cheeks, I apply just a hint of pressure. You tense a bit, but then relax. I repeat the trial entry until finally the head slides in. Now you relax at the warmth within and emit a quiet squeal. Bolstered by your response I plunge ahead, deeper into the dark entrance. The incredible tightness envelops me and continues as I slowly start to thrust. Knowing all needs attention, I lean on one elbow to reach your breasts, and use the other to drum upon the clitoris. This three pronged attack takes all of your attention, I try to cover each of you major areas with careful play. Moans and pants continue, now mixing with mine. My balls slap against your cheeks, and the sheets start to cling to our wet flesh. For a change I move faster, and your shivers match my pace. Just as I am about to explode once more, I halt, something not too easy to do. But we change positions, and you are now on my stomach facing my feet. I return to my previous location, and resume nipple twirling with both hands. I can barely move deeper, but I attempt to thrust. You lean back, hair cascading over my chest. With a shriek and racking shudders your orgasm bounces you about. Knowing that the timing is right, I move faster, then lift you up from me. As my cock is freed from you, it springs upward and I loose a torrent of creamy cum. It shoots and sprays from between your legs, upward to splatter on those firm breasts. A white milky trail leads from the drops forming on the undersides, down to the wet warmth below. Rolling backwards I catch you and we lie among the sheets, exhausted but happy. For a long while only our breath and the fire sounds fill the silence. We both feel happy and content. Ah, the pleasures of skiing, and the afterglow. While most people hate winter and the cold snow, I know that a chilly evening can be quite enjoyable, especially when you have someone to warm up with. ------[ More to follow later ..... N.C. ]------ Ah yes....The tired but content feeling of the sweet afterglow. Or in this case, it should be the numb feeling. Trying to satisfy is always a difficult prospect, but the smiles and shivers of the results are always worth it. This may seem a bit vague at points, but I have omitted certain aspects of the evening ... in order to keep the anonymity of my partner. But a certain person will know it's addressed to her, and enjoy it to rekindle memories. Hmmm, let me try to remember the evening....... FRIDAY FROLIC ------------- After fighting the friday Dallas traffic, you arrive to my adobe. Entering it, all my preparations are apparent. The candles bathe the rooms in the warm flickering glow, and restful music surrounds. Some shrimp and various cheeses are ready to tempt the palette, the sound of the cork being freed from a bottle mixes with the soothing sounds. I fill a glass and we sip some wine, then our mouths connect. The flavor of the grape mixes with our own tastes, and we explore each other. After a few moments, your coat is discarded and we sit to relax a bit before the evening ahead. Brief words, slight openings, cautious comments, all are the standard fare for two who first meet. We are trying to delve into the person encased in the warm flesh seated nearby. But the preliminary process proceeds, and soon a relaxing stance is established. Laughs begin to fill the air, and wine loosens some of the cares of the day. The time to leave for dinner is at hand, and as I help you with the garment, once again our mouths mingle. This time it is a long lingering kiss, and quite pleasurable. But now onward to dine in comfort. Daringly I have planned the evening without reservations, and on a friday night that means a wait in the lounge while a table is readied. But this gambit has some very useful opportunities. While we share more fine white wine, we also share our feelings. As the piano player dances across the ivory keys and sings songs to entrance, we laugh and share the past and future thoughts. The little things which make us unique come to the surface, and are exchange in a dark alcove as we wait. Our interchange is so stimulating that without knowing it, the 20 minute delay has turned into 45. At this point the nectar of the grape is beginning to tell on us, and I leave to find the status of our table. Apparently we were notified twice, but seemingly never heard. However a short discussion leads to a fast resolution, and soon we are seated in a quiet alcove in the back. The meal could be a whole an encounter of its own. First the well prepared Ceaser salad, then the sweet butter and bread, followed by fine veal and shrimp. A little fresh asparagus, and more wine, then the relaxing coffee, followed by a chocolate confection shared. We were seated at about 8:30, but the lingering dinner and attentive companion seems to have altered time a touch, it is past 11:00 before we depart for further activities. The plans are for a comedy club, and then ... who knows? Reaching my vehicle after the meal, you shiver in the unaccustomed chill, but once inside your warming body flows to mine. Like adolescent lovers, we kiss and caress as the car heats, and we heat faster. Obviously we both feel that things are going well, I can tell from the nipples straining the fabric of you dress, and my desire is apparent to your roving hands. Disengaging, I slowly move out onto the highway, and to other planned activities. The drive to the club is a challenge, for you are nuzzling my neck and huddling close as I weave through the traffic. But we were not far, and once I am in the parking lot, I can turn to give you a little attention. The chill outside is totally forgotten as our bodies press close and hands caress flesh. For a while we continue, then realizing our location, we sheepishly fix our attire and enter the club. We have missed he headline act, now a pair is on stage impersonating various western actors. Within moments we are enjoying the offbeat humor, and the company. Consuming more fluids, you quietly whisper certain aspects ahead, and I know the night will be very long. Since we arrived late, in about an hour the show is over. Dissuading you from continuing to other haunts, we dive along Greenville for a while, them back to my place. But before we arrive, we stop to purchase some supplies. A few needed items for the night. Entering the grocery store, I ask where the whip cream and chocolate sauce are located. Based on the time, attire, and your visible desire, the clerk smiles as he directs me. Choosing the items, we kiss again in the aisles, and then move to leave. The cashier also realizes the future use, for the knowing glance in your direction says more than any words. Laughing, we walk to my car to continue the night at my place. There I relight the candles, and refill you glass. We sit by the coffee table and nibble on various items, and then each other. The romantic twist is obvious to me, this will not be a quick night. So I tease for a while, barely touching tongues and bodies. You seem to enjoy, so our nibbles and kisses last for an innumerable period. But as time passes, bit by bit your clothing also passes from you body to the couch behind. Eventually your dress is gone, only the silk nightgown underneath remains. Your nipples thrust forward, forming twin bulges atop the large expanse of your breasts. Cautiously, I slip a strap down past the shoulder, and trace wet circles from the undersides to the taunt point above. When my breath passes over the tip, you shudder, and I cup my mouth over one. Ah ... such a sweet taste ... and warm to the touch. But your hands are also busy, first removing my shirt, they playing in the reddish hair of my chest. As I pause my oral teasings of you twin beauties, you reply by tempting my nipples. While a man may not have the same size of a female chest, the nipples can be as erogenous. Thus you swirl your tongue around them, and rake my ribs with those red nails. I know welts will follow in the trail of your fingers, but now that is unimportant. When you move lower to my belly, my pants are removed, leaving only a bulge straining to escape from my shorts. To counter I slide the night gown off you, and slip the pantyhose from the moist patch concealed within. Soon we are both naked on the rug, and ready for some methods to 'sex'ercise off the previous meal. Sitting cross legged in front of me, I run my nails down your back. Just as you knew that a male enjoyed tit teasing, I realize that the fleeting feel of nails on the back can be quite fun. You squirm and shiver, then move closer. I lift you to my lap, and slip into the moist slick opening of your body. Our arms circle, and chests press together, as we rock back and forth. With no hurry, the circular motions of myself inside you continue. This is only one of the may facets we will share, and a fast release is not planned. Our rocking moves a bit faster now, as you lean back, I follow and cover you on the floor. A faster thrusting slaps my balls against your clit and moans escape from you. I slow and linger with each stroke. Easing the head in each time, allowing the shaft to be fully withdrawn, then inserted to the hilt. The rhythm of the act and your pants are in unison, a slow melody of lust ad the shadows dance on the ceiling. Finally pulling free, I roll to my back and you mount me. As those wide breasts sway above me, your eyes are closed in total concentration. Grinding and shoving the pelvis to the base of my manhood, you move closer to achieving the desired mutual delight. Then as I did, you slow and savor the feelings, not rushing to a fast release. The riding goes on for almost and hour, then we stop to relax and renew. Neither of us has come yet, but we have had more pleasure than a dozen orgasms. The night is still young, only about 4:00, and nothing else awaits tomorrow. So we nibble then move to different locations. The rest of the night was quite stimulating, on the deep carpet, a thick blanket, the bathroom sink, kitchen and finally bedroom. Each leaves its memory, and fun. By the next morning we had released twice. As I made breakfast in my robe, you teased and tempted for more. We did enjoy the rest of the day, the chocolate was fun, and the warm water of the tub highly stimulating. What started as a Friday date, ended with your departure late Saturday evening. It was a justifiable celebration of things, and the frolic of eros. Enjoy ... and remember .... N.C.