a cold day, no coffee

It was cold that morning.
17 ° F.

Dressed warmly.
Long sleeved t-shirt, sweater, bubble jacket.
Long underwear, sweat pants,
Shoes, socks.
Gloves.
Watch style cap.

Snow on the ground.
Ice on some of the sidewalks.

Walked fast, to keep warm.

Newspaper on the sidewalk.

Looked at the front door.
Storm door ajar.
Hand stuck out.
Holding steaming coffee cup.

Cold enough to relish getting warm.
And the coffee would taste good too.

No ice on the walk leading to the door.
Or on the porch in front of the door.
Even the door mat was clear.
Shoveled and swept clean.

In welcome?

Storm door swung open as I approached.

Inside was warm.
Hug was warmer.
Kiss was hot.

"I want to make up for last time."
"Sending you away."
"Without your cup of coffee."

"So, please, may I delay that coffee for a bit,
by first undressing you --so you will match me."

She was wearing nothing but a blush.
All four cheeks.

Cap off first.
Then gloves and jacket.
Followed by shoes and socks.
Next came sweater and sweat pants.

Her hands
caressed my chest
rubbed my back
pushed the t-shirt up,
covering my face.

Her mouth sucked,
her teeth nibbled my nipples,
while my eyes remained covered;
her hands
slid
one of my arms
and then the other
out of the sleeves.

As the sweater revealed my mouth,
her mouth covered it,
her tongue explored it.

She freed  my head from my sweater,
and used her hands on the back of my head,
to crush my mouth against hers,
while her tongue,
caressed, massaged, and stroked mine.

Her hands fondled
their way down my back and back up my chest,
and tweaked my nipples;
until her mouth
replaced her fingers,
doting on my hardening nipples,
licking, nipping, sucking,
engorging them.

The blush on her cheeks had grown
to a full body arousal's flush,
matching my own rapidly reddening glow.

While her mouth's stimulation
of my nipples occupied
my increasingly erotic thoughts;
her hands drifted down to the waistband
of my long underwear;
beginning to slide them
down my thighs,
just enough to expose both
my already rigidly erect dick
and my solidly snugged up scrotum encasing
my enlarging balls,
while still pinning my thighs firmly together.

With the freeing my my cock,
her mouth quickly enfolded it;
one hand grasped my balls,
and the other gripped my ass;
thrusting my cock deeply into her mouth,
seemly down her throat.

Using her grip on my butt,
and the pressure she was applying to my balls,
she slid me in and out or her mouth
until she tasted my pre-cum.

Removing her mouth from around me,
she winked and whispered,

"Not yet."
"I'm not nearly ready for that
to happen so quickly."

She grabbed the waist of my long underwear,
worked them down to my feet,
taking her time, while using her
hands,
fingers,
mouth,
teeth,
tongue,
lips
to --
explore,
probe,
fondle,
caress,
squeeze,
stoke,
tease,
and thoroughly enjoy,
removing them, finally, from my feet.

"Lay down on your back,
here on the rug;
where I have spread out
this feather comforter,
for us to use."

Put this pillow under your hips,
I want you pointed, staining,
straight up,
you'll soon understand why"

"Now, while I get you hard and dripping,
with balls aching,
maybe, you would be so kind,
as to use your tongue to get
me wet and ready too?"

With her mouth enveloping, sucking my dick
and her hand cupping and cuddling my balls,
my tongue was doing the ABCs on her clit,
and my finger stroking her deeply,
our bodies sweating,
thighs trembling,
pulses quickening,
genitals engorging,
penis twitching,
labia enfolding,
pelvises wriggling,
minds demanding;
we were approaching,
no denying,
bodies yielding,
complete surrendering,
succumbing
to climaxing.

She removed her mouth,
from enshrouding my painfully engorged dick,
raised her similarly feeling cunt from my mouth and tongue,
twirled around,
pinned my thighs together with her knees,
bruised her mouth and lips against mine,
and lowered her cunt
down to the tip of my dick,
pausing there for a moment,
before slowing swallowing my
engorged dick with her waiting cunt.

(I could hear,
feel,
the catch,
the sigh,
the moan,
of her pleasure,
matching my own,
even with our
mouths meshed,
lips locked,
tongues tangled.)

As deep as she had taken me,
with the pillow raising my hips up,
she drove herself down against me,
forced me even deeper inside her;
ground her hips,
twisting,
rotating,
her cunt around my dick.

Momentarily withdrawing,
thrusting,
grinding,
twisting;

continuously,
relentlessly;

smacking thighs,
battering pelvises,
crushing genitals,

Until,
breathing panting,
gasping,
sighing,
moaning,
crying;

her hands gripping my head,
locking our mouths together;

her legs holding my thighs together,

my hips on the pillow raising me up,
giving all thrusting control to her;

a final powering drive of her cunt down,
swallowing more of me than I thought I had,
a last grinding twist,
my hands gripping, bruising her butt,
with her wetness flowing,
her contractions constricting,
milking,
my discharge exploding,
my spasms pouring,
spewing,
our orgasms violently erupting
completely draining,
exhausting,
and exhilaratingly satisfying.

Lying,
spent,
my ass in a growing puddle of our wetnesses,
she still on top of me,
my hands unwilling to release her butt,
her hands gripping my head,
our mouths locked,
we reveled in our
willingness to share and
enjoy our pleasure while
pleasing each other.

Again, putting off that cup of coffee.