It's 1 in the afternoon and the snowflakes are really starting to fly. Weathermen had promised 8-10 inches. Looking out the coffeeshop window, you feign said you really needed at least a good six inches as long as it was a thick six inches. I smile, knowing that you've never complained about my length -- or girth. I wink facetiously only to irritate you. I bet you don't even need that. "Just an inch if it's done right would make you smile."
"An inch? Only if that's an inch of tongue," You tease, and we both know a tongue alone never satisfied you. You always wanted more.
"Be good, girl. Or I'll make the inch of tongue yours and I'll be putting it to good use -- right here in the coffeeshop, too."
I watch your mouth sip your mocha. With extra whip cream, of course. Your sweet tooth has always gotten you in trouble -- once it led your tongue between my ass cheeks! -- but you have yet to complain. You seem to have no limits, but occasionally bust out laughing when I try to take a firmer hand. I intend on pushing those limits today. I reach inside my coat pocket and pull out a note in a paper bag. Your eyes match mine, inquisitively.
"There is an envelope inside. Read it."
"Yes sir." You pull the envelope from the paper bag and the exterior says, "Take this bag and this note into the bathroom before reading further."
You pause, looking for my eyes but I'm ignoring you, watching some women walk in. I see your head tilt and the corner of your eyes turn up before you spin on your heel and head for the ladies room, grabbing your fur coat. History has taught you well.
Three minutes later you exit the ladies room in your fur coat and boots. To the outside observer you look warm and ready for the winter wonder land outside. When you hand me the bag containing your jeans, shirt, sweater, panties and bra, I know for sure that appearances are deceptive!
"Come on, Babe!" I lead you outside, quickly throwing the paper bag in the back seat of the car and locking the door.
You follow me to the trail and I reach out, grabbing your hand and lead you into Swede Hollow. Legend has it that the Swedes weren't allowed into St. Paul by the Norwegians so they took over this low place on the East side of the city. A strong stream flowed through Swede Hollow and trees provided a canopy that blocked out the sound. I'd discovered this quiet trail on a warm Friday after work. This is neither warm, nor a Friday. But as we walk the trail, snowflakes fall on your hair and shoulders. We both smile and remember that you're naked underneath the warm coat. I feel your fingers curl around mine and I lean over and kiss your cheek.
"Come, Darling. You'll enjoy this."
Your hand tightens in mine and we walk underneath the dark trees, pines standing tall and keeping out the wind. The walk is long and as we pass under I-94 I pull you too me, your back against my chest. I slide my hand down your smooth chest, feeling your hard nipple -- hard from the cold or hard because the chill has no effect on your libido? I hold you close and nibble on your ear. I pull a hat out of my pocket and put it on your head, hoping to keep you a little warmer. Your butt presses hard against the bulge in my pants and I grind against your ass.
Up ahead, we see a black couple, someone else braving the elements and the romance of falling snow. I tell you to greet them and you say, "Hello! Enjoying the beautiful weather?"
They awkwardly stop. The snow on the man's jacket suggests they've been having some fun so I whisper, "Why don't you show them your sweater, Stephanie?" You titter, looking at me out the side of your eyes. Then you pause.
"Would you like to see my winter sweater?" Fingers fumble on your buttons while they look at you, confused, before the guy nods in confused affirmation. You open your coat and show them your amazing naked body, nipples poking upward, and the only sweater you could have lies in the small dusting of hair between your thighs. "Do you like my sweater? He got it for me for Christmas."
The couple smiles broadly before the guy says, "The bridge up ahead is pretty protected if you are looking for someplace out of the wind." You button your warm coat up and look to me.
"Thanks! That's good to know!" I wave and they continue along the path. We hear the woman say, "I can't believe she's naked! Wow! I want to do that!"
A half mile up we find the bridge over us. The advice from the couple proves true. The bridge is wide and the trees prevent the snow and wind from coming through the abutment. It isn't warm, but it is protected from the elements. Still, the white snow falling on the dark green trees looks beautiful in the weather. I pull your coated body to myself and begin kissing you passionately. Your sexy skin yields to my lips and I slide my tongue inside your ear. Your arms encircle me and I feel your body press against me.
My fingers find the buttons on the front of your jacket while my tongue rapes your mouth. The coat comes off and I drape it over a bush without letting you leave my arms. Now you stand in the cold, just you and your boots.
"Turn around, Stephanie." I stand back and watch your delicious body quiver, the rotate in the chill. I have always loved your perfect butt and never more than this moment, its pale white curves in the winter cold. "Press your hands against the wall."
You look at me and then turn, placing your hands against the bridge base. Your ass is elevated slightly, bare in the December air. I reach out and cup a cheek, tracing my fingers over your naked back. I whisper something naughty about your cold beauty as my finger slides down your ass crack, across your tight little hole and slides along your pussy lips. Your lips betray you as I find the skin between your legs warm and moist, despite the wind and cold.
I drop to my knees and replace my finger with my tongue on your extended butt. My tongue finds your lips and clit, licking and tasting your beauty from your aroused body. I slide a thumb inside you, curving it along your pink cave. My tongue dances and licks and your body begins to squirm.
