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The morning sun streamed through my window, waking me up to a winter wonderland outside my bedroom window. White flakes were still lightly falling as the last vestiges of the storm said goodbye. The overnight snow laid a blanket of three inches outside. The snow glistened as the morning sun’s rays reflected off the pristine covering.
There is something so romantic about a new snow. It just calls out to cozy up by a fire or in a warm bed. It invites staying inside, cuddling up and enjoying long passionate sex. I could feel the arousal already moistening my pussy. I rolled onto my back and turned my head so I could watch the snow continue to fall delicately outside. Wearing only an oversized t-shirt, I let my hand slide down my stomach toward my pussy. I might be by myself, but that didn’t mean the romance of the snow-covered morning had to be wasted.
I let my long fingers move easily into my moist delicate folds. They knew perfectly right where to go, just how to move. The fingers of my other hand moved down to play with my budding clit. I let out a soft moan as I teased myself closer to a glorious climax. I bit my lip, feeling the pleasure grow. My nipples responded to my intensifying arousal. It would not take long now.
My self-stimulation was interrupted by a strange faint scraping sound. “What is that?” I thought, as my fingers continued their natural movement. The sound got gradually louder. It sounded like it was coming from the front of my house, but that didn’t make any sense. My mind allowed a brief pause from the pleasure to think about what it could be? Was it a broken pipe from the cold temperatures outside? Could it be the sound of a car driving by the front? Could it be someone shoveling my driveway? Who would do that though? And it’s so early in the morning.
The only thing I don’t like about the snow is having to shovel the driveway. I knew I would need to go out later. But not now. I was enjoying a much better way to spend the early morning hours. The shoveling could wait. I’d put it off as long as I could. It’s one of my least favorite things to do.
My fingers returned to their gentle caress between the folds of my pussy. I laid my head back to relax and go back to my blissful morning arousal. As much as I tried, the scraping sound continued. It was too loud and close to pretend it didn’t exist. I paused my self-pleasure again and swung my feet around and put them on the cold floor. I walked downstairs to the front of the house and looked out the window to see what the noise might be.
There in my driveway was a handsome guy, about my age in his mid-30s. His red knit stocking cap covered most of his brown hair, but not his deep blue eyes. He looked to be just over six feet tall. His blue parka covered his muscular body, but could not hide his build. We was wearing jeans, boots and gloves. I watched for a couple minutes as he systematically removed the snow and scraped the ice off of my driveway. Like an angel, he was clearing my driveway, making it as if it had never snowed.
My kurtköy rus escort pussy stirred again as I watched him. Who is he? I was sure I had never seen him before. Why is he shoveling my driveway? It seemed so chivalrous. I watched as he finished. As he began to walk away, he glanced up at my front window quickly. Our eyes caught and locked onto each other. I instinctively smiled. He offered a wave as he continued to walk away. I waved back. My side to side greeting wave suddenly turned to a wave back and forth “come here” wave. I did it without giving any thought. I wanted to say thank you. I was curious who he was and why he shoveled my driveway.
He smiled and stopped walking the other direction. He pointed to himself and then toward my front door as if asking, “you want me to come up there?”
I smiled back with a nod, continuing to motion my hand for him to come. Then my better judgement suddenly kicked in. What was I doing? I didn’t know him? Yes, he shoveled my driveway, but he wasn’t asking for any thanks. He was just about to walk away as unannounced as he showed up. But it was too late. At my invitation, he walked up my sidewalk toward my front door and knocked.
I quickly opened the door. The cold air poured into my house as I took in a closer look at the gorgeous mystery man standing in front of me. “Thank you so much,” I said. “I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” he answered. “I was out doing mine a few houses down and thought I could do a few more since I was out. Good exercise.”
“That is so nice of you. I’m Katie.”
“John,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”
I wrapped my arms around myself automatically from the cold air pouring past me. My nipples immediately hardened from the chill. “Oh. Would you like to come in?”
“I don’t need to,” he said.
“Please, it’s awfully cold outside.” I said automatically out of the mid-western hospitality engrained in me.
He nodded, quickly wiped his boots off on the mat outside and stepped in. I closed the door behind him, shutting out the frigid outside temperature. It was at that moment I realized I was standing there in front of this handsome good Samaritan with only an oversized t-shirt over my slender, 5’10” fit body. I used my arms to cover the obviousness of my hard nipples pushing through the thin cotton. “Can I get you a cup of coffee?” I asked, half to continue the hospitality that would make my mom proud, half to maybe offer a distraction from my nearly naked body.
“Sure, if it is no trouble,” he said with a kind tone in his voice. He took his coat off, revealing the reality of his muscular body under his wool sweater. He kindly took his boots off to spare my floors from trapesing snow across them.
“No trouble,” I said as I gestured toward my kitchen in the next room. I could feel his eyes on my body as he followed me in. I couldn’t deny the growing arousal I felt, building off of my actions before he so benevolently interrupted me.
I made some coffee. As it brewed, kurtköy otele gelen escort we engaged in some small talk while I whisked up a blueberry muffin mix to put some fresh muffins in the oven. I would have preferred making them from scratch, but hadn’t planned on having a morning guest.
John had moved onto the street a few houses down just a couple weeks before. I realized I must have been at work when he moved in. Our conversation flowed easily, discovering interests we had in common. I caught him stealing glances at my body, but he was nothing but kind and a gentleman. To be honest, I stole glances as well.
“Well, I better get going,” he said, not wanting to overstay his welcome.
“Oh, well, that’s too bad,” I answered without thinking. My pussy was still wet from my secret arousal that continued to grow during our conversation. “Thank you again for shoveling my driveway.”
“Anytime,” he said as we both made our way to the front door. He politely reached his hand out to shake mine.
Instead of shaking his hand, I rose onto my tip-toes, leaned toward him and gave a peck onto his cheek. My body pressed slightly into his. My t-shirt rose with my movement, unintentionally baring the bottom of my pussy and ass.
“Well, thank you,” he said, awkwardly trying to figure out where to put his hands to not touch my body uninvited.
“You’re welcome,” I answered with a wink. Without thinking, spurred on by my early morning self-arousal and the romance of the continuing light snowfall outside, I rose up again on my tip-toes and kissed his lips. It was at first a peck, but then he kissed me back, allowing it to linger more.
Our eyes connected, each of us reading the other, looking for permission. I kissed him again. My heart jumped as his lips answered. His strong arms wrapped around me. His large hands moved to the center of my back to hold me in place for the prolonged kiss.
I moved my hands under his sweater and began to raise it up. My message was clear. The intensity grew quickly between us. I unbutton his pants and lowered the zipper before pushing his pants and boxers down his muscular legs. He stepped out of both before reciprocating by pulling my t-shirt off my body.
I took his hand in mine, feeling my petite hand engulfed in his. I led him up the stairs to my bedroom, still warm from my activity before.
“It looks like I woke you up,” he said.
“Thank you for that too,” I said as we fell onto the bed in each other’s arms. We kissed passionately. Our hands toured one another’s bodies freely as the connection between us grew.
John moved down my body, kissing every inch until he arrived at my already-soaked pussy. His tongue moved effortlessly across my sensitive folds before circling my clit. He was masterful. My back arched in pleasure. I interlaced the fingers of one hand into the hair behind his head. The fingers of my other hand grabbed the bottom sheet as if to hold on for the climax growing in me. My moaned loudly at the touch of his lips and tongue on my pussy. My body shook from overwhelming growing pleasure.
I had to have him. I pushed him over and climbed on top of him. My head moved toward his throbbing nine inches as my pussy positioned itself over his wanting mouth. I lowered my pussy; my own mouth hungrily opened as my lips surrounded his bulbous head.
My lips slowly moved down the length of his thick cock until it disappeared completely into me. John’s back arched from the complete capture of his shaft. John’s hands reached up. His fingers opened my pusy wide to his lips and tongue. His mouth dove into me ravenously, bringing me to the edge of climax. My ass bucked above him.
I reciprocated by roughly fucking his cock with my mouth. Saliva built up, completely covering and lubricating his cock as it his head pounded the back of my throat. “Oh fuck, you’re good,” he complemented. “Harder,” he demanded. There was no holding back by either of us, hungrily eating each other as if we had been starved for days. It was as sloppy and passionate as I had ever experienced.
I relished the feel of his cock growing in my mouth, approaching the point of no return. I squeezed his balls to torment him more. When I knew he was close, I quickly pulled my mouth of him, causing him to squirm beneath me. I turned my body around and straddled his waist. I looked straight into his eyes and smiled as I used my fingers to position the head of his cock at the wet opening of my pussy. I lowered myself onto him, forcing the entire length into my womb. We moaned together.
His long arms reached up and took hold of my petite tits. I leaned forward and fucked him as hard as I could. Within seconds, I felt the climax grow in me that I had been nursing all morning. There was no turning back now.
John suddenly raised his body up and in one swift movement, spun me around onto my back with him on top of me. Without missing a beat, he continued to fuck me toward climax until my body quaked in euphoric ecstasy. I wrapped my arms around him and anchored my nails into his back.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” I pleaded.
John’s muscular body continued to have his way with me. As the first climax subsided, it was quickly followed by a second.
“Oh shit! You’re going to take me again! Oh god. Oh God. Oh GOD!”
My body tremored uncontrollably beneath him as wave after wave of the second climax poured over me.
As I came, I could feel John’s body begin to tense up. His breathing became fast and shallow. Goosebumps covered landscape of his skin. He pulled out of me. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock at just the time the first ribbon of thick cum launched. It coated my face and chest. I reached for him with both hands if trying to take hold of an unwieldly hose. Streams of glorious cum flowed from him, blanketing my face, tits, stomach and blond hair. I leaned up and pulled his still throbbing cock to my mouth, sucking it clean until I was sure I had siphoned every drop from him.
We both collapsed in each other’s arms, covered in cum. The morning sun streamed through the window onto us. Snowflakes fell softly. There is something so romantic about a new snow. It just calls out to cozy up by a fire or in a warm bed.
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