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Cold Weather, Hot Night
Cold Weather, Hot Night
At amazes me that as the weather gets colder, the women heat up. Maybe it's the ramp up into the holidays that has people clawing against loneliness. Maybe it's just the need for a warm body on a cold night. Maybe it doesn't really matter. This is my story:
To look outside right now, you wouldn't have guessed that we got three nights of snow, but the evidence still clings to the mountains in a desperate attempt to prove it's existence. On monday night, the snow was very real though. I was at the pub, as I usually am on Monday nights, listening to the music and finally beginning to unwind from a day's work. With a cup of hot-buttered rum in front of me, I watched the mill of the crowd, not alone...but...alone nonetheless.
It wasn't the cold air that caught my attention; that happened whenever anybody came in from the white mist swirling outside. It was her perfume as she came up to the bar. We made eye contact briefly, but her attention was more on getting a drink than flirting with an old hound like me. The bartender took her order, a tumbler of irish cream...a girl after my own heart.
After the drink was set in front of her, she took off her winter coat. I couldn't tell you what it looked like, my eyes were elsewhere at the moment. She was slender, but not skinny, and her brown hair, once free from the jacket cascaded down the curves of her breasts. Her C-cups...I'm usually good at estimating such things...were further accented by a low-cut red shirt. The tight-cut bluejeans showed off her back-end just as much as she was showing off her chest. This girl had come to party.
She caught me looking at her, and by her reaction, she knew I liked her size. She wasn't embarrased or offended that I stared, but then again, neither was I. She finally got her drink, put her coat over her arm and left the bar to find a spot closer to the stage to appreciate the band.
As the night wore on, she would come up to the bar occasionally to order her refill. We'd make smalltalk, raise our glasses, and she'd go back to her table. Sometimes, depending on the song, she'd dance...always alone...and she'd make eye contact. She *wanted* me watching her dance. She moved with purpose, it was seductive, it was intoxicating. The hours ticked away, and the crowd shrunk into a small group, and then it wasn't even that...it was definitely Monday.
She came back to the bar, as she had been throughout the night. Nothing seemed different. Instead of smalltalk though, she asked me why I didn't like her dancing. I was stunned. I've played the bar game before, but this was a game I didn't know the rules to. She quickly let me off the hook and explained that if I liked her dancing, I could've asked her to dance. I was quick to explain that I wouldn't subject her to that kind of torture...things were definitely back on track.
She asked me to walk her home, apparently she lived close by, and I obliged. We paid our tabs, put on our coats, and left the bar. The snow was still falling and while we were walking, she slipped on...ice?!? Even if it was staged, I wasn't about to complain about finding this woman suddenly in my arms and our lips way too close. God she smelled good. I wanted more and she knew it...she loved it. The kiss was a brief eternity. It wasn't passionate, it wasn't long, it just ... was. We walked the rest of the way to her place with my arms wrapped around her.
We got to her apartment and she invited me upstairs. I wasn't going to say no. She led the way, I followed, and halfway up the stairs she turned around for another kiss. I'm not exactly sure where her shirt came off, but somehow we got her door unlocked and pushed through it without stopping the undress we had started.
We didn't even stop long enough for me to ask where the bedroom was, but then again we didn't end up in the bedroom. Let me tell you from experience, a hot shower will warm you up after a cold walk faster than any bed and blankets. A hot body pressed against you in the shower helps too.
I kissed down her neck and sucked on her breasts. I had been fantasizing about those since I first saw her cleavage. I picked her up and sat her on my cock. I used the back of the shower wall for leverage, but it's a tough workout with only a wall to support a woman's weight. The extra work just makes me last longer...
Apparently she could tell when I was getting close to climax because she pushed me away. She had already cum twice. She took me into her mouth and with a few swirls of her tongue, I unloaded down her throat.
We scrubbed each others back, towelled each other off, and then she gave me the "tour" of her apartment. In the buff. She saved the bedroom for last, and I took my queue to lay her down on the bed. I allowed my lips to explore her inner thigh and let me tongue penetrate into her swollen clit. I felt her legs wrap around my face and I started to lick harder and faster. Is it right that a woman can be so beautiful and still taste so good?? She came again, thrusting her hips as I let my tongue navigate her tender spots. A quick look down confirmed what I hoped was the case...I was recharged and ready for more.
This time we took the time to cover junior, something we hadn't really bothered with in the head of the moment of round 1. I slipped into her and we pulsed in tandem, each of us reaching our breaking point together before collapsing for a break.
The city hall clock struck 3 times. Do I really have to be at work in 4 hours? Do I care?? I took her from behind. We christened the couch. We even made love while standing in the kitchen *trying* to fill two glasses of water. Staying hydrated is important with any exercise routine. It was a night to remember, and time slipped away.
And it was still snowing outside.
11/10/2005 5:57 pm
Great story, Fiction or non. It was a good---- I mean GREAT READ!!!.|
11/16/2005 3:29 am
Damn now I need a cig and a cold shower. Might even have to run out for another pack. Gee thanks|
11/5/2006 7:14 pm
Wow, that was hot. I want more.|