"Snowflakes"
The snowflakes fell, larger than before, as we sat cuddled under the blanket on the cold January evening. The sleigh was gliding through the snow effortlessly and the cool air bit at our faces but we still smiled, locked in a cozy embrace with only thoughts of each other dancing through our heads. The driver said very little, he was used to having young people using the sleigh as a romantic spot. He had grown immune to most displays of public affection but he couldn't help but cast a smile every now and then as the horses pulled the sleigh through the powdery snow that was dusting everything.
The light of day was gone now, replaced by the peaceful darkness of the starry night sky and the occasional points of light that shone in the distance through the trees that surrounded the trail we were on. Our breath was just barely visible in the dark and only formed one cloud because of how close we sat. A smile slipped across your rosy face, and I leaned closer to you. Snuggling your head against my shoulder, I heard you whisper; "I hope this never ends, Brad."
My lips brushed your ear as I spoke, the words tickling you pleasantly, "Things aren't even getting started, Cindy. Just wait till later tonight." You looked slyly at me and I smiled but said nothing more. A quick kiss later, you were back resting on my shoulder.
The driver rounded a turn, slipping past the last tall snow covered trees that lined the trail. My hand slowly stroked your left thigh as I looked around, taking in the sights of the sleigh trail at night. It was a breath taking sight, the snow shimmering in the dim light and the trees swaying in the slight breeze. The soft crunch of the snow as we slid through it was a comforting sound and I breathed a sigh of content. I was having a great time, with a great girl.
You looked up, hearing my sigh and snuggled a little closer, if that was possible. Your eyes caught the reflected light from the snow and they shimmered beautifully.
"What?" you asked, a small bit of wonder evident in your eyes.
"Nothing, just happy to be here with you."
The driver pulled around another turn and we approached the lodge. The horses slowed to a stop and the driver turned to us. "Here we are. Hope you enjoyed your trip."
I passed him a few bills to cover our expense and smiled.
"Thank you, sir." He accepted.
Helping you down from the sleigh, I wrapped my arm around you as we entered the lodge. The warm air splashed us in the face but it was a welcomed assault. Walking through the lobby, we looked at the log cabin, its walls decorated with lamps and beautiful paintings as well as small hunting trophies. We ascended the spiral stairs to our floor; our room was at the far end of the hall.
We got changed for supper and met down in the dining room, the soft sound of violin music wafting through the dining room that was partially crowded with other lodge members. I was dressed in a white denim dress shirt, tan trousers and a cream colored vest and I saw you sitting at the table already. You were dressed in a dark blue turtleneck sweater with a white gold necklace lying on your breastbone as well as dark dress slacks and black boots. Your hair was up with a few long pins and it showed off your elegant neck. You were a breathtaking sight to behold and the flickering candlelight added to your beauty.
I slid into the seat across from you and produced a single long stem rose from behind my back. "I know it's a tacky cliché, Cindy, but I thought it would be nice to give you a flower." You smiled as you took it.
The waiter came over and took our order. I wasn't sure what you would like so I let you order yours. The waiter accepted our choices and nodded his head as he left. He returned a few minutes later with a bottle of white wine and our food. We ate, saving the wine until after our dinner.
A half hour later, we were sitting in front of the fireplace in our room on the shag rug. Our glasses were filled with wine and we snuggled together, watching the fire, its red and amber sparks dancing before us in an intricate ballet as the flames licked the exhaust port above the fireplace. The crackle and the soft music that I had put on the small stereo were the only two sounds other than our occasional conversation.
Gazing at you as the glow from the fire danced across your face, I sipped my wine. The soft light lent its erotic glow to you and I drew closer. My lips brushed yours and I could taste the fruity lip-gloss you were wearing that had all but been washed from your lips from the wine. We kissed.
The sensation was different from the kiss in the sleigh. A warm spark swam through my entire body and I placed my glass down on the hardwood floor next to the rug. My hand grazed your cheek as we kissed again, our tongues exploring each other's mouth. I pressed harder to you as a soft sigh escaped from you lips and you relaxed into me.
We continued to kiss for several minutes, sliding our hands across each other's body, exploring this sensation. I cupped my hand around your breast that was still trapped beneath your turtleneck. Your hands slid under my vest and started to pull it off. I complied with your request, never disconnecting my lips from yours. The cream colored piece of clothing fell to the floor, away from us.
Continuing to explore each other out of passion, we sank down onto the rug until we were lying flat, you on top of me. I traced a trail from your breastbone down the center of your chest, through your breasts, and along your stomach. As I came to the bottom of your sweater I slid both hands up and under the material, cupping your breasts in your bra. The nipples were standing straight out even through the fabric. I fingered one and smiled as you bit your lower lip. Wrapping my arms around you, I proceeded to unclasp your bra. The connectors gave way easily and I moved to remove your sweater. I pulled it up over your head, revealing a black bra, just barely holding onto your full breasts.
Sliding my thumbs under the straps of your bra, I brushed them off your shoulders. Goosebumps spread across your skin, as my touch was light and ticklish. Your full ripe breasts hung in my face their nipples very stiff and sensitive. I brought them closer to my lips and sucked one into my mouth. The warm sensation of my tongue wrapped around your right nipple caused you to moan quietly as you stroked my hair.
My hands caressed your sides as I sucked on your nipple. Occasionally, I bit down gently to make you make a sound. Your whimpers and moans were very arousing and I was growing more excited whenever I heard them. I breached the waistband of your slacks, running my hands up under your panties. The flesh of your buttocks was soft and very warm.
I turned you onto your left side, making your pussy accessible to my left hand. I moved it around from your bum to your pussy, running my fingers through your pubic hair. I grazed your clit on my way to your southern pair of lips, my kisses on your neck adding to the excitement growing deep inside of you. You squirmed and closed your eyes at the touch. Parting your lips, a small trickle of liquid ran out to greet my fingers. I played in the juices for a moment, lubing my fingers up so I wouldn't hurt you when I pushed them into you.
I moved from your neck up to your mouth again, nothing could beat those sweet kisses. Our mouths met once more, both of us a little short of breath as we locked in our oral embrace. We were breathing harder, more excited now. Our sex drives were in full swing. As lined my fingers up, I mentally counted down from three to one. When I reached one, I slid my fingers into you at the same time my tongue burst into your mouth. Another one of your musical whimpers caressed my ears.
There we lay, kissing as I slid my fingers in and out of you. You placed your hand on my hand that was penetrating you and moaned. Your fingers brushed against the fabric of your pants and panties. I moved my lips away long enough to give a suggestion.
"Let's get you out of those, Cindy."
You agreed by lifting your hips up allowing me to slide your pants off. At the same time I removed your panties, the little black undergarments slid off without a problem. There you lay, completely nude against my still clothed body. The shag carpet was soft on your bare skin and my hand returned to its post between your legs.
