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Fucking In A Winter Wonderland

Age when it happend: 34
Where it happened: My kitchen
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight

My husband was away on a three day business conference, when a huge snowstorm hit our town. The snow was tumbing down until it was 8″-10″ in places, and our driveway was drifted shut. I knew I had to get out for a dental appointment the following day, so I called our neighbors, two doors down, and asked them if Roger might be available to clear the drivewayfor me. Roger was a junior in college and frequently came home on the weekends.Luckily, his Mother told me that Roger was home and he’d be glad to help me out. About 15 minutes later, I saw him oustide at the end of our driveway, shoveling away. He was a tall young man, and very muscular. I thought his Mother had told me he played on the college football team. At any rate, about 45 minutes later, the doorbell rang, and there was Roger, who told me he had finished and wondered if I’d like to see the driveway to see if the job was O.K. I was only dressed in my my bathrobe that morning, so I told him it looked fine to me, and invited him in so I could pay him. I found my purse,found a $20.00 bill and handed it to him. It was cold out that morning, so I asked him if he didn’t want to come in for a cup of hot chocolate which I was making for myself. Not surprisingly, he accepted. I guess the sight of a 34 year old woman in her bathrobe, swort of intrigued him. I was 14 years his senior, but I always have kept myself in good shape and had quite a nice figure if I do say so myself.He took off his boots and left them in the foyer, and dropped his jacket over one of the chairs as we went into the kitchen. We sat at the table and talked. I asked him how college was and what he was taking. Just small talk really. As we talked, I noticed that the front of my robe was open pretty low, so my full breasts were partially exposed. Then I also noticed that Roger had quite a bulge in the front of his jeans.I was having quite an effect on him. I didn’t bother to close my robe further. What the heck, I thought. There’s nothing wtrong in giving this college kid a little thrill. As we talked further, I asked him if he had a girl friend or girlfriends in college. He said he had dated two or three girls, but wasn’t going steady with anyone. As we talked, I saw that he was getting a little nervous and was actually sweating. I asked him if it was too warm for him. He said “No, but.”.I could tell what he wanted to say. He had, after all, been staring at my cleavage rather eagerly. After awhile, I decided that I would give him something to remember, and so I opened my robe and let him see me sompletely. I had nothing on underneath and I’m sure I looked very inviting. I asked him if he liked what he saw. He blushed and said, “Kelly, you are one beautiful woman!” Well, it wasn’t long before he had lowered his jeans and his jockey shorts, and I was leaning against the dishwasher. He was between my legs with this beautiful erect penis. He told me he didn’t have a condom. I told him I was on the pill and he didn’t need one.So, we fucked there in my kitchen, and he was wonderful, eagerly thrusting up into my body with all the enthusdiasm of his youth. Within a very few minutes I could feel his hard-on erupting inside me, and his warm love cream flowing out in large quantities. I kept telling him, “I love this, Roger, you fuck wonderfully!” He kept going for several more minutes until he was finished. We never kissed. It wasn’t “love” as you think of it. Just good self-satisfying sex between two people. Before I let him leave, I told him to sit down again on one of the kitchen chairs. His penis was only semi-rigid, but I told him I had something special for him, for doing such a great job on the driveway. And I knelt between his legs and began licking and sucking his erection back to life. He kept saying, O my God, O my God, I can’t believe this is happening. I love it, I just love it!! And I made him come again, right inside my mouth. The first time I’d ever done that to anyone besides my husband. After kissing his penis a dozen or so times, I kissed him on the cheek, and told him, “Roger, you’d better go home now.” And he did. As he left by the front door, the sun had come up and was shining on the gleaming white snow. It looked like a Winter Wonderland outside. We never had sex again. In fact I only saw him a few times after that — on the street, or in the grocery store. But, I’ll never forget that great sex we had there in my kitchen on that cold Winter day.

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