I take a look out the window as the snow is coming down hard and sigh. My breath leaves a small patch of mist on the glass, I giggle and draw a little heart in the frost and then add your name and mine and 4 ever to it. "Look," I say hoping I don't distract you from the road too much. "It's true right?" I ask hoping I don't sound too...I don't know corny? I mean it is something I've always had a anxiety over, given my past and all.
I'm relieved when you chuckle and take one hand off the wheel to gently stroke my grassy green hair and tell me of course it's true. How you're not like the others in fact, you and I have so much in common. Like me you had always wanted attention but couldn't get the nerve to activley get it, so you just bottled it all up confused, frustrated, angry even. I know that feeling all too well, and as we drive past the highway giving way to countryroads then finally the moutians. The smell of pine and timber wafting through the crack in the window as we're getting closer now. My heart fills with a combination of excitment; anticpation and something else. Something I can't recall feeling in real life before but only hearin about.
We finally pull off the main road the off the beaten paths and finally a small log cabin pulls into view. You tell me how it's got everything we'll need for Christmas break; from the pantry full of food, to the dressers full of clothes and laundry soap we could stay all winter if we need to. You then tell me the internet service isn't all that great, all we'll have is our phones unless I don't mind enjoying it "old school." I learn just what you mean by that when I see the only TV in the cabin is an ancient boxy CRT one siting on the wood panelling stand, the shelves below packed with VHS tapes,
You appolgize for the place being "out of the loop." It was after all your parents old getaway and aside the cell tower and the monthly caretaking, nobody really comes up here to put in the latest appliances or amenities that one wouldn't consider essential. I tell you I don't mind and if anything it gives it something of a kitschy charm, As I take my winter coat; gloves, hat and scarf off and them up on the hooks on the all before shaking the snow from my brown faux leather boots and slip them off and set them aside right next to yours.
I walk over to the TV stand in my festive socks; all red with little presents and Christmas trees on them. I get on my knees in front of the old set and turn it on...well not TOO old. It has buttons for the channels and volume and the VCR it uses is on the AV Input as opossed to the UHF dial. Plus it doesn't take as long as an old set to warm the tubes. My attention now drawn to the selection of viewing matrial on the shelves under it. I look Through the tapes, mostly movies from when our parents would have been just about our age. A mix of horror; action, a few romantic comedies and even a couple cartoons, probably from when you where just a kid spending Christmas up here with them.
I settle for some cheesy comedy because, why not? The whole thing already feels cheesy if not kinda charming. I plop mself on the couch and sigh contently as i hear the rattlinging of something against metal, I assume you're making popcorn how sweet. You say from the kitchen how even that has to be done the old fashioned way, or at least on the stove with a pan. I tell you I couldn't care and there's a charm to it as you join me on the couch a nice big bowl of popcorn in your hands. I scoot closer to you and rest my head in on your shoulder, you chuckle and run a hand through my long green hair. The feeling makes me shiver just a bit until I sigh contently and relax at your touch, you like wise let out a contented deep breath as we both enjoy the warmth emoiting from the gas fireplace.
It's not long before the movie becomes second to what we really want, it's not long before i feel your hands on my chest but the pull back as you tilt your head down and gaze into my eyes and say, "You wanna do this?" I chuckle and say I wanna do it all but I want you to take the reigns but I mention how I find it sweet of you to be so considerate, who says chivalry had gone the way of the dodo? I Gasp and let out a soft moan as i feel your hands reaching under the sweater, I shiver at your touch my brain and hormones going crazy as your hands slide over the lacy black fabric and star to cup my breasts. I always was nervous about them, ironically because of how big they were. I never wanted the undo attention.
You start to really give my bossom a firm squeeze but then lean in towards my ear and ask me in a hushed breathy tone,"let me take the sweater of, I wanna see them. I blush so hard as I nod my head and your hands roughly tug the sweater off over my head my breasts are briefly lifted before they jiggle from bouncing back in place making me eeeep and squeak like a tiny, helpless, little mouse. I'm blushing as your hands are now on the cups of my bra careeseing and molding around them making me gasp and draw breath as your all begging to reach under to the raw flesh if not out right pull the damned thing off me.
"Please. keep going I...need more." I say to you and with that all pretense is abandoned and I'm yours. The hooks of my bra unclip one by one and then you're tugging it away until its on the floor forgotten. My bossom tumbles free as you hands cup them, your palms rubbing against my perky yet tender nipples. I live up to my namesake and blush so bright I match the festive season perfectly. You bring you face to mine and touch our heads togeth and look into each other's eyes, truly a window to the very soul.
"How's this?" You ask before planting your lips onto mine and kissing me full on the mouththe tender feeling of them touching makies my entir body tremble as the pleasure shockwaves travel down my spine, and to a very special spot.
"More" I beg with just one word as soon your lips go from kissing me to gently sucking on the left nipple while your free hand rubs the other. I feel your thumb and forefinger curl together until they''re gripping and tweaking my nipple with just a bit of pressure. It's a contradiction to the gentle suckling you give the other, and your action make gentle coos and sharp gasps escape my lips as the damp feeling in my loins gets stronger with every momment. You pull away from me and it feels so cold and empty without you there, but I understand ehy. You pull your own sweater up over you chest and expose it to match me, possibly because you know how self conscious I am and know what's to come. You're not exactly built like an athlete, but I don't mind. I let you get back into position with me and the skin to skin contact feel so much better. "Oh!" I gasp loudly.
"What's wrong?" You ask with concern for like a caring lover.
"It's just that well...uhhhmm..." I stuggle to say it because I'm almostr to polite to talk about such things but I manage to get it out and say, "You're poking me." With my brightest and biggest blush of all.
"OH, heheh heh sorry I I?"
"No no it's ok in fact...can I see it?" I gasp realizing what i just said, but dont take it back.
"Flower? Are you...sure about that?" You ask but I only nod and offer,
"Lets do it at the same time." I reach for them hem of my bulky winter pants and then we both realize we still have boots on, after a momment of awfward chuckling and exchanges of 'Here let me get that," and "damn laces." As struggle to get them loosened enough for us to kick them off and away as forgotten as the rest of our clothes. WE grab the waistbands of our pants and I start to count..."1..." my breath stiffens a bit and my legs tighten,"2." I can feel the heat in my loins and the wetness, it makes me worried my panties will stick and won't come off when I pullthem down, "3."
When your throbbing member is finally free it springs out and twitches in anticipation, almost as if in response my pussy is drippin a little droplet of my juices hit the hardwood floor making me cross my legs and gasp realizing what I did. but you hold my hand and bring me in for a full on the mouth kiss. the tender feeling of my mouth parting as the tips of our tounges touching makes me legs go limp and I fall back into the couch with you ontop of me, the weight pressing on my frame isn't over whelming, if anything it makes me start to rock my hips and rub myself on you.
"I love you Wallflower." you say as I'm on my back no with you standing with the head of your dick pointed at the warm wet lips of my pussy. "You ready?" You ask me as if in response, My legs wrap around you waist and give you a little push closer to me as your hands cup on my breasts and again for support as our eyes lock again. The feeling of the tip of your dick poking at my entrance and my sensitive nipples getting held, rubbed and even pinched tells you I'm more than ready.
"Give it to me, please." I moan feeling the tip pok through the first few inches into me you lean formard and push slowly, stopping when I give a pained look as you pull back a bit.
"I'm sorry did I?"
"No no It...It's ok I just."
"But I didn't hurt you did I?"
"I said it's ok mhhh, it it doesnt hurt anymore."
"Okay I just want you to enjoy it it as much as I am." You say that and I only giggle and silence you another kiss, I feel you pushing back in and it's not long until I let out a cry of ecstasy when I feel you bottoming out it's also then that we both realize something.
"I'm not wearing a...ohh I I I'm sorry I." But I shush you by placing my finger on your lips, I tell you not to worry about it and to keep going, which you do. You push back and then shove your dick right in, the felling of being stuffed again and again is beyond words. My velvety walls tighten and squeeze around it, milking it for all you have as you give every other part of exposed flesh attention, from kissing and sucking on my neck to fondeling my breasts with every thrust, it isn't long until you whisper in my ear. "I'm close...is it too soon?"
"No, I'm ohh mhh feeling something too and I know it means you're...attracted to me and I think that's flattering." I saw as you sped up holding me close and tight, the couch gives a few creaks as I let out more pleasured moans as I can feel your warm spunk shooting into me. The feeling is new, strange even but not entirely unpleaseant. "Oh....oh mhhhh aah yessss." I mutter as you collapse on me and pull a wool blanket from off the arm chair and cover us with it.
In a few hours; The snow will pick up and most of the roads will be closed, but for you and me the solitude will be welcomed. The kettle will be hot for some nice cocoa, the fire will keep us nice and toasty and it'll a vacation to remember for a long time.
Author's Note
So I started this story way back in December so hence why it's winter/holiday themed. I know it seems awkard to publish it at the tail end of summer, but I needed something for my come back, and this time its a genuine comeback.
