Dearest Master.
I followed your instructions this evening.
To prepare, I went upstairs to our room, there I removed my sweatshirt and bra, I undid my jeans, then sat on the side of the bed and slipped them off removing my panties with them as one unit. Putting on zippered warm up jacket, I inserted my largest vibrator in to my cunt and pulled on a pair of black tights, sans panties. I yanked the tights up high to hold the vibrator as deeply in me as possible. Now I was ready for my adventure.
Downstairs in the kitchen, I put on winter boots and my long green down-filled coat. Before buttoning the coat I unzipped my warm-up jacket and pulled it back to the side of my breasts. Gloveless as you requested, I left the house supposedly to walk over to get the mail.
Outside it was really cold and snowing hard. The weatherman called it the storm of the year on the evening news. I knew you would be proud of me following your instructions on this cold blustery night.
I stood just outside the backdoor and wondered if I should to have my adventure before I walked to the mailbox or after. Ummmm. I felt my vibrator working its magic under my tights in my now wet cunt. My juices had already leaked out causing a growing wet spot on my thin tights. I felt cold.
Oh, I had to do it now; the mail could wait a few minutes. I wandered into our backyard where surrounded by our six foot fence I undid my long coat just out of sight of any of our windows. I stood there with my breasts exposed to the falling snow. My neighbors could see me if they looked out at the right moment from the right window and looked at the right spot. The thought of discovery made me wetter.
I could not help but blush and smile shyly at the thought of me standing in the corner of my own backyard with my coat wide open and my bare breasts exposed to the falling snow. This part of my body had never felt the sensation of snowflakes landing on bare skin. I had an animalistic urge to hug my coat tight around in a display of survival but I remembered you had asked me to expose myself for a full five minutes; to live those moments as if you were standing there, in front of me, rubbing snow on my breasts with my nipples hardening and your hard cock impaling me against my fence. The cold air and the falling snow became the ghosts of your hands making my nipples erect.
As you instructed, I leaned down and scoped up handfuls of snow as if to make a snowball. I rolled it around and around in my hands, making a snowball until my bare hands were freezing. I took my breasts in my cold hands and ran each hand around my nipples; instantly they stood up even more at attention. I couldn't remember when they had been so hard. Again I was amazed at the direct correlation of my hardening nipples and the growing ache in my clit that was showing itself even now as I stood in my backyard under the falling snow.
