“My, the first snowfall of the year is peaceful,” I was thinking to myself that afternoon.
That thought crossed my mind as I watched the first snow of the year fall gently on top of me. On my back, in my driveway, as I was trying to shovel away the first snowfall of the year.
I laid there for some time as I collected myself. One minute, I was pushing snow. The next, I was looking skyward.
“Are you OK?” I heard a voice call out from the distance.winter sex
I slowly made my way to my feet, making sure everything still was in one piece.
Looking around, I saw my wife, Sandra, with a worried expression on her face. She had a jacket wrapped around her shoulders and her beautiful, shoulder-length brown hair was blowing in the wind.
“I think so,” I said, trying to move my arms and shoulders. “I am not finding anything broken.”
Sandra was smiling now as she came over and grabbed my arm. “I saw you take the header from the kitchen,” she said. “It was an impressive fall.” She paused and then giggled. “Especially for how old you are.”
I gave her a semi-sour look. “Glad to provide the entertainment.”
Sandra was shivering now. She lightly kissed my cheek. “Hurry inside,” she said. “You shoveled the best you could and it is still snowing. Come on inside and get warm.”
As Sandra left I picked up my shovel which I had dropped when falling. I pushed away some more snow and decided enough was enough. I gingerly walked from the driveway through the garage into the kitchen. The light and warmth of the house started to soothe my aching body. Seeing Sanda completed the task. She was wearing jeans and wool socks. Her brown hair fell gently on her shoulders. She was wearing a buttoned-down denim shirt. The top three buttons were undone. I could see the familiar freckles dot the area about her bosom.
“How is my injured snow man?” asked Sandra as she smiled. She handed me a hot cup of cocoa and led me in to the living room couch. “Take a seat and rest up. Once it stops snowing, you will have to go out again.”
I sat wearily on the surface of the leather couch; glad to be sitting down and glad to be inside the warmth of the house. The view wasn’t so bad either. I watched from across the room as Sandra bent down to turn on the electric fireplace — her backside to me — and then walk back to the couch. Sandra laid down horizontal on the other side with her legs extending onto me, her feet on my lap.
“How are you feeling now?” she said in her soft, angelic voice. “That was a pretty nasty spill you took out there.”
I laughed, “It only hurts when I move.”
Sandra shot me a sly grin, “My hardy man of winter.”
We sat in silence for a while, watching the snow and feeling the warmth from the fireplace and from each other. After I finished my hot drink, I looked over to see Sandra quietly dozing, her head nestled gently in the crook of her bent elbow. I absentmindedly began to gently rub her feet through her socks. I took my time. My hands slowly moved up and down the bottom of one foot and then the other. I rubbed slowly from top to bottom and then back again. I also began to extend my touch to her ankles and eventually under her pant leg to her lower calf. The rubbing went on for several minutes. Quietly and without expectation of anything else. I was content, happy and feeling better.
“It is me who should be doing that to you,” said Sandra as she started to stir. ” You are the one that did all the work outside.”
I kept rubbing her feet. “I am fine,” I said. “The longer I do this, the longer I don’t have to go outside. This beats shoveling.”
Sandra pulled her feet off my lap, pulled the socks off and swung them to the floor. As she stood up, she said, “I can do waaaaay better than that.”
My wife walked to a spot in front of the couch in front me. Smiling that beautiful smile, Sandra began to slowly undress. She carefully unbuttoned her shirt as I watched with growing arousal. Each button was slowly undone. She used her hands to separate the sides of the shirt. Sandra pulled the shirt off of her shoulders and her arms. Reaching behind her, Sandra unhooked the clasps of her bra and jerked it away. I could see her beautiful breasts and the nipples on them start to stiffen.
Next came the jeans. I saw first, then heard, the buttons on her jeans be unhooked and the zipper be pulled down. Sandra pushed the pants off her legs. She stood there in cream colored panties. Those too were quickly removed leaving my beloved in all her physical beauty. It was a sight that never got old.
As she walked over to the couch and cuddled closed to me, I asked, “And this is happening why?”
Sandra laughed, tossing her beautiful brown hair over her shoulders. “You worked hard out in that snow today,” she said rubbing my leg, “You are cold, tired and sore. I figured you have earned it.” Then she giggled again. “Especially at your age.”
With that, she swung her left leg over my middle and sat on my lap. We kissed passionately, Sandra bending her head down to mine; our tongues exploring familiar but always erotic places. My fingers and hands moved up and down her back and shoulders. Now and then I would break our kiss so I could alternately blow and suck on her erect nipples. Sandra moaned softly and using her hands, pushed my head farther into her chest. I also took time to kiss the freckles above her breasts; a physical aspect that never fails to excite me.
“Hey,” Sandra finally whispered in my ear. “This isn’t just a one-person demonstration. Time to show me what you have under all those winter clothes.”
With that, she got off my lap. I got up and walked to the same location that Sandra had been in. I began to undress. First came the heavy, damp socks. Then the sweater followed by the T-shirt. I was bare chested now. The jeans came next followed by the long johns I had worn in the cold. I was down to my underwear. I quickly stripped that away, allowing my erection to snap to full size.
Sandra had watched intently. Her legs were slightly spread to allow me a view of her private entrance. Her nipples remained stiff. Her body beautiful and alluring. I looked at her. I could feel myself becoming even more aroused as I walked towards her.
“So, is this what you were hoping for?” I asked
Sandra grinned, cocking her head to one side. “I think,” she said, reaching for my extended member, “you might make the cut.” With that, Sandra softly began to massage my penis, running her fingers up and down the shaft. Her warm hands caressed me carefully and I became lost in her touch. Sandra alternated her hands with her tongue, heightening my desire even more. I closed my eyes and held onto Sandra’s shoulders as her mouth moved back and forth on my erection. I gasped as I felt the surge begin to build from within. Just when I didn’t think I could wait any longer, Sandra, sensing that I was about to lose control, stopped. She pulled away and then smiling up at me, began rubbing my penis on her chest. I could see early drops from my love stream fall on her breasts and nipples.
“You might be just about ready,” she whispered. “I know I am.”
I sat down on the couch and we again passionately kissed. Our hands moved over each other; teasing, enticing, touching. We lay on our sides, with Sandra in front. She extended her left leg over my hip, allowing me to move closely to her entrance. Taking my penis into her hands again, Sandra slipped me inside of her. We both gasped as I moved deeper into her, shifting my weight to achieve the best penetration.
For a time, we didn’t move. We just held each other tight connected in the most intimate way. I wrapped my arms around Sandra; both sets of our hands fondling her breasts. We could see the snow continue to fall from the living room windows. We were warmed by the fire; but more importantly by each other.
“So….” Sandra whispered. “Is this better than shoveling snow?”
I kissed the back of her shoulder. “This is better than anything else period,” I whispered back.
Sandra turned her head so her face was near mine, wrapping an arm around my head. “Kiss me, now, my love,” she said. “Don’t stop until we both reach heaven.”
We began to kiss with great urgency. I began to move back and forth in Sandra. We became lost in each other once again. Time stopped.
As our tongues melded together, I could feel Sandra’s chamber tighten around me, keeping me inside her. Faster and faster I pushed. We began to jointly massage her breasts and we kept kissing. I could feel Sandra’s body begin to tense and the surge I had felt earlier began to rise again. As we kissed, we exchanged moans of pleasure. Our breathing became heavy. My strokes into her shorter and quicker. Faster now. Finally Sandra broke the kiss, gasped and clung tightly to my neck as she was overwhelmed. I too couldn’t hold on any longer and plunged one final time into my beloved, crying out as the love stream left me.
Later, we lay intertwined on the couch. A blanket covered us. Sandra was on top of me, her head on my chest. We held each other and dozed. Contented. When we awoke, Sandra lifted her head and looked outside. The snow had stopped. The shovel once again beckoned. Sandra lowered her head back onto my chest. She sighed.
“Well, my Winter Warrior,” she said. “It looks like you are going to have to go back out soon and shovel again.” Then she giggled. “Try not to fall this time. And if you do a good job, who knows what your reward may be when you come back inside.”
I kissed my beloved on the top of her head. “If this is the kind of thanks I get, ” I said, holding her close, ” I say, ‘let it snow.'”
That thought crossed my mind as I watched the first snow of the year fall gently on top of me. On my back, in my driveway, as I was trying to shovel away the first snowfall of the year.
I laid there for some time as I collected myself. One minute, I was pushing snow. The next, I was looking skyward.
“Are you OK?” I heard a voice call out from the distance.winter sex
I slowly made my way to my feet, making sure everything still was in one piece.
Looking around, I saw my wife, Sandra, with a worried expression on her face. She had a jacket wrapped around her shoulders and her beautiful, shoulder-length brown hair was blowing in the wind.
“I think so,” I said, trying to move my arms and shoulders. “I am not finding anything broken.”
Sandra was smiling now as she came over and grabbed my arm. “I saw you take the header from the kitchen,” she said. “It was an impressive fall.” She paused and then giggled. “Especially for how old you are.”
I gave her a semi-sour look. “Glad to provide the entertainment.”
Sandra was shivering now. She lightly kissed my cheek. “Hurry inside,” she said. “You shoveled the best you could and it is still snowing. Come on inside and get warm.”
As Sandra left I picked up my shovel which I had dropped when falling. I pushed away some more snow and decided enough was enough. I gingerly walked from the driveway through the garage into the kitchen. The light and warmth of the house started to soothe my aching body. Seeing Sanda completed the task. She was wearing jeans and wool socks. Her brown hair fell gently on her shoulders. She was wearing a buttoned-down denim shirt. The top three buttons were undone. I could see the familiar freckles dot the area about her bosom.
“How is my injured snow man?” asked Sandra as she smiled. She handed me a hot cup of cocoa and led me in to the living room couch. “Take a seat and rest up. Once it stops snowing, you will have to go out again.”
I sat wearily on the surface of the leather couch; glad to be sitting down and glad to be inside the warmth of the house. The view wasn’t so bad either. I watched from across the room as Sandra bent down to turn on the electric fireplace — her backside to me — and then walk back to the couch. Sandra laid down horizontal on the other side with her legs extending onto me, her feet on my lap.
“How are you feeling now?” she said in her soft, angelic voice. “That was a pretty nasty spill you took out there.”
I laughed, “It only hurts when I move.”
Sandra shot me a sly grin, “My hardy man of winter.”
We sat in silence for a while, watching the snow and feeling the warmth from the fireplace and from each other. After I finished my hot drink, I looked over to see Sandra quietly dozing, her head nestled gently in the crook of her bent elbow. I absentmindedly began to gently rub her feet through her socks. I took my time. My hands slowly moved up and down the bottom of one foot and then the other. I rubbed slowly from top to bottom and then back again. I also began to extend my touch to her ankles and eventually under her pant leg to her lower calf. The rubbing went on for several minutes. Quietly and without expectation of anything else. I was content, happy and feeling better.
“It is me who should be doing that to you,” said Sandra as she started to stir. ” You are the one that did all the work outside.”
I kept rubbing her feet. “I am fine,” I said. “The longer I do this, the longer I don’t have to go outside. This beats shoveling.”
Sandra pulled her feet off my lap, pulled the socks off and swung them to the floor. As she stood up, she said, “I can do waaaaay better than that.”
My wife walked to a spot in front of the couch in front me. Smiling that beautiful smile, Sandra began to slowly undress. She carefully unbuttoned her shirt as I watched with growing arousal. Each button was slowly undone. She used her hands to separate the sides of the shirt. Sandra pulled the shirt off of her shoulders and her arms. Reaching behind her, Sandra unhooked the clasps of her bra and jerked it away. I could see her beautiful breasts and the nipples on them start to stiffen.
Next came the jeans. I saw first, then heard, the buttons on her jeans be unhooked and the zipper be pulled down. Sandra pushed the pants off her legs. She stood there in cream colored panties. Those too were quickly removed leaving my beloved in all her physical beauty. It was a sight that never got old.
As she walked over to the couch and cuddled closed to me, I asked, “And this is happening why?”
Sandra laughed, tossing her beautiful brown hair over her shoulders. “You worked hard out in that snow today,” she said rubbing my leg, “You are cold, tired and sore. I figured you have earned it.” Then she giggled again. “Especially at your age.”
With that, she swung her left leg over my middle and sat on my lap. We kissed passionately, Sandra bending her head down to mine; our tongues exploring familiar but always erotic places. My fingers and hands moved up and down her back and shoulders. Now and then I would break our kiss so I could alternately blow and suck on her erect nipples. Sandra moaned softly and using her hands, pushed my head farther into her chest. I also took time to kiss the freckles above her breasts; a physical aspect that never fails to excite me.
“Hey,” Sandra finally whispered in my ear. “This isn’t just a one-person demonstration. Time to show me what you have under all those winter clothes.”
With that, she got off my lap. I got up and walked to the same location that Sandra had been in. I began to undress. First came the heavy, damp socks. Then the sweater followed by the T-shirt. I was bare chested now. The jeans came next followed by the long johns I had worn in the cold. I was down to my underwear. I quickly stripped that away, allowing my erection to snap to full size.
Sandra had watched intently. Her legs were slightly spread to allow me a view of her private entrance. Her nipples remained stiff. Her body beautiful and alluring. I looked at her. I could feel myself becoming even more aroused as I walked towards her.
“So, is this what you were hoping for?” I asked
Sandra grinned, cocking her head to one side. “I think,” she said, reaching for my extended member, “you might make the cut.” With that, Sandra softly began to massage my penis, running her fingers up and down the shaft. Her warm hands caressed me carefully and I became lost in her touch. Sandra alternated her hands with her tongue, heightening my desire even more. I closed my eyes and held onto Sandra’s shoulders as her mouth moved back and forth on my erection. I gasped as I felt the surge begin to build from within. Just when I didn’t think I could wait any longer, Sandra, sensing that I was about to lose control, stopped. She pulled away and then smiling up at me, began rubbing my penis on her chest. I could see early drops from my love stream fall on her breasts and nipples.
“You might be just about ready,” she whispered. “I know I am.”
I sat down on the couch and we again passionately kissed. Our hands moved over each other; teasing, enticing, touching. We lay on our sides, with Sandra in front. She extended her left leg over my hip, allowing me to move closely to her entrance. Taking my penis into her hands again, Sandra slipped me inside of her. We both gasped as I moved deeper into her, shifting my weight to achieve the best penetration.
For a time, we didn’t move. We just held each other tight connected in the most intimate way. I wrapped my arms around Sandra; both sets of our hands fondling her breasts. We could see the snow continue to fall from the living room windows. We were warmed by the fire; but more importantly by each other.
“So….” Sandra whispered. “Is this better than shoveling snow?”
I kissed the back of her shoulder. “This is better than anything else period,” I whispered back.
Sandra turned her head so her face was near mine, wrapping an arm around my head. “Kiss me, now, my love,” she said. “Don’t stop until we both reach heaven.”
We began to kiss with great urgency. I began to move back and forth in Sandra. We became lost in each other once again. Time stopped.
As our tongues melded together, I could feel Sandra’s chamber tighten around me, keeping me inside her. Faster and faster I pushed. We began to jointly massage her breasts and we kept kissing. I could feel Sandra’s body begin to tense and the surge I had felt earlier began to rise again. As we kissed, we exchanged moans of pleasure. Our breathing became heavy. My strokes into her shorter and quicker. Faster now. Finally Sandra broke the kiss, gasped and clung tightly to my neck as she was overwhelmed. I too couldn’t hold on any longer and plunged one final time into my beloved, crying out as the love stream left me.
Later, we lay intertwined on the couch. A blanket covered us. Sandra was on top of me, her head on my chest. We held each other and dozed. Contented. When we awoke, Sandra lifted her head and looked outside. The snow had stopped. The shovel once again beckoned. Sandra lowered her head back onto my chest. She sighed.
“Well, my Winter Warrior,” she said. “It looks like you are going to have to go back out soon and shovel again.” Then she giggled. “Try not to fall this time. And if you do a good job, who knows what your reward may be when you come back inside.”
I kissed my beloved on the top of her head. “If this is the kind of thanks I get, ” I said, holding her close, ” I say, ‘let it snow.'”
