A Couples Winter Weekend

I was waiting for Sarah in the coldness of this winter Friday evening as she stepped out of the airport. I hadn't seen her in a week, but it had felt like an eternity. She spotted me through the crowd and started striding towards me. I caught glimpses of her outfit through people; she was wearing her blue jeans, which hugged her arse and thighs with some white sneakers, along with her favourite winter jacket on top--a fitted black coat with a brown fur trim. While not her most exciting outfit, I understand that she was going for comfort for her flight.

I greet Sarah with a kiss on the cheek before whisking her bags away to the back of the car. I then go in for my proper greeting. I wrap my arms around her, burying my face in her shoulder with the fur of her hood, while she puts her arms over my shoulders and pulls me in.

"I've missed you, Sarah," I utter into her ear.

"I know you have Nick," she responds. "Your phone calls made it obvious."

We separate ourselves from each other, and I open the passenger door for her.

"M'lady," I say sarcastically.

"Thank you, kind sir," she replies as I shut her door.

Getting out of the airport at rush hour is a nightmare, and driving across town to our house isn't much better. The car ride mostly consists of Sarah recapping her week; she was away in New York for a business trip, meeting the east coast members of a team she was leading. She works for a big consultancy firm and has to travel a bit to sign off on big projects. I won't be surprised if she also does loads of shopping there. I don't have much to report on my week; being a junior at a law firm means grueling hours, but the pay is worth it. Sarah then falls victim to the Instagram algorithm and falls into a trance while scrolling, and does so for the rest of the journey.

We get home and I grab her bags from the back and take them inside. I sit down on the couch and take my shoes off, deciding to watch some TV. Sarah is still scrolling in the car and does so for another 15 minutes. When she finally comes under she gives me a fright, but she then joins me on the couch, without taking her shoes or jacket off.

Her well manicured hand rests on my inner thigh as we watch TV, slowly creeping towards my crotch. When the next advert comes, she turns the TV off and reaches for my belt. I don't complain and let her do as she wishes. She undoes my jeans and yanks them and my boxers down, revealing my semi flaccid cock.

"I've missed your cute little cock" Sarah cooed teasingly, "luckily I know just how to make it bigger"

"Yes please babe" I reply, realising that my dick is already growing without her touch.

She begins by kissing the tip of my dick, letting her saliva run down it. Her hands wrap around the base of my shaft and slowly start pumping up and down. As my penis grows, she moves one hand to cup by balls and starts massaging them. My hips are bucking in time with her hands. As I'm reaching my fullest size she stops momentarily before taking me in her mouth, at first, she takes roughly half of my dick and the hood of her coat falls over her head, its fur lining brushing my legs. She lifts the hood off her head, so she can look at me in the eyes, then she starts taking more of me in, occasionally fitting it all in. Her hands are still cupping my balls, gently squeezing them, pushing me closer to climax.

"Sarah, I'm about to cum" I exclaim.

Her response is to look at me with a slight smile, despite my dick being in her mouth.

With one last stroke from here mouth and squeeze on my balls, I release my load into her mouth. She stays on my dick, licking it clean as it grows smaller. She then moves up to straddle me on the couch, kissing me intently, allowing me to taste my own juices in her mouth.

I decide to reach down for her jeans and I unbuckle them and start to pull them down. I reach in with two fingers towards her clit but I get obstructed. She's wearing her nude coloured fleece lined tights on underneath due to the cold. She chuckles when she's sees my confused expression.

"I'll keep them on for now" she says with a wink.

I'm not surprised, I know that she likes the feeling of the fur lining. I continue to feel around her nether region, pushing the fur lining into her cracks. I rub her clit through the leggings and start feeling them get a bit wet. She pulls the leggings down, providing better access.

"Clean the leggings first baby " she commands, and of course I comply.

I lick up her juices off of the fur lining of her leggings while she holds the back of my head. Once I've finished cleaning them, I move on to her pussy, licking around the edge of her vagina first, before slowing venturing further into it. I continue circling her vagina with my tongue, occasionally breaking to focus on her clit, and after a few minutes, Sarah reaches her climax and her juices free flow into my mouth. I lick up all off her juices, and then she stands up over me, pulling up her leggings and jeans. I stand up and face her, and before I can pull my pants up, she playfully grabs my dick and pulls me to the kitchen. With a cheeky smile she asks me to make dinner, and I don't think I could say no to her.

After dinner, I start washing up while Sarah goes upstairs to have a shower. Once I'm done I walk upstairs and start getting ready for bed. I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and while I'm doing so, I can't help but stare at my girlfriend's body while she lathers herself. She signals for me to join her in the shower and I would be stupid to say no. I open the door, and she pulls me in to a hug. We like to shower together so we can talk about our days but we also help wash each other. I lather up her back, down to her numb, making sure to be nice and thorough. At one point she spreads my cheeks and then starts teasing my arse with her fingers, entering me slightly. She then quickly pulls out and giving me a playful tap on the bum as she gets out of the shower

We finish the shower and dry ourselves off. Sarah gets changed into her pyjama pants and one of my T-shirts, and goes into the bedroom. I pull on the pyjama pants she bought me for my birthday and follow her in. She's sitting on the edge of the bed, putting her fluffy bed socks on as I climb into bed, exhausted after a long day at work.

She joins me in bed and snuggles close to me. I slide my arm around her and she leans her head on my shoulder as we talk for a while. She then turns and rolls into me, wrapping her legs over mine, brushing her fluffy sock on my bare feet and placing her arm over my chest.

"I love you Nick" she whispers while nuzzling into my shoulder.

"I love you to Sarah."

We fall asleep in each other's arms after talking till the early hours of the morning.

I wake up and I notice Sarah's already gone for her morning run. I get out of bed and put some sweatpants and a hoody on before sauntering down stairs for some coffee.

As I'm pouring my first cup Sarah returns from her run. She's wearing her normal thermal and running vest on top but I notice that her leggings are new. That's also the first thing she asks me as she takes her AirPods out with her running gloves.

"What do you think of my new running leggings?" She asks.

They're dark grey with red accents going down the sides.

"They're stunning Sarah, your legs and bum look great in them." I answer.

"Thanks baby" She says, "What about these new running gloves, they're amazing. You should try them on."

She undoes the velcro and pulls the gloves off by the finger tips and hands them to me. I slide them on and she wasn't wrong, the fleece is soft and warm and you can't even tell she was just running in them.

"You're right, they are good, the fleece lining is very nice" I agree.

I then slap her bottom and give it a squeeze with the gloves.

"Just had to test the grip on them" I say before taking them off.

"I'm gonna go have a shower and then can you help me unpack from the week please?"

"Sure thing, let me know once you've finished" I say.

She goes to have her shower and I check up on the football scores from last night. Once she's finished she calls out to me. I trudge up stairs and she has her suitcase on the bed, starting to unpack.

"What do you need help with?" I inquire.

"I actually just wanted to show you some of the clothes I bought in New York," she reveals, "I think you'll like them. You've already seen my new running leggings, but I also got a running jacket that I didn't wear this morning," she slips into a teal soft-shell jacket and does the zip up.

"That looks great Sarah, I like the patterns on the sleeves. It fits you well too." By that I mean it shows off her breast nicely.

"I also got a heavy winter jacket" she says while getting out of the suitcase.

It's longer than her favourite black one and is a navy blue. Not only does it have blue fur on the hood but also at the bottom of the jacket which stops just above her knees.

"That looks warm and cosy, perfect for the football tonight." I suggest.

"That's just what I had in mind, it fits with your teams colours as well." She replies. "The next is a skirt I got."

She comes out of the wardrobe wearing a tan brown pencil skirt and I compliment her about it again.

"That would look great with some brown leather boots," I say, "pity your old ones just broke."

"I'm one step ahead of you" Sarah says excitedly.

She goes back into the wardrobe and exits a few seconds later with some new knee-high brown leather boots on.

"Fuck those are hot" I purr.

The brown leather moulds to her calves and finishes just below her knee, secured by a full length zip and a buckle at the top.

"I know" she says, caressing the soft leather of the boots, "but so are the black ones".

She had bought an identical pair of boots but in black leather.

"Can you grab them for me?"

I do as I'm told, and fetch the boots from the wardrobe.

"You wouldn't want to help me put them on would you?" She asks, knowing that I would love to touch her boots.

So I unbuckle the brown boots and slowly zip them down one at a time, getting a whiff of the new leather smell as I open them more, before sliding each of them of here for and placing them back in their box. I then get the left black leather boot and unzip it ready to put on Sarah's foot. I open it all the way and slide it over her foot letting her push down into it, before I caress the leather myself, holding each side of the zip together as I do it up. Finally, completing the left boot with the buckle at the top. I then repeat this process with the other boot until my beautiful girlfriend is adorned by some sexy leather boots.

"Thanks baby, the last thing is that they were giving away matching gloves with each pair of boots, so I got a pair of brown leather gloves and a pair of black leather mittens, both with fur trim cuffs."

She pulls out the mittens and slips them on. My semi caused by her boots becomes more noticeable and she fondles it with the leather mitts, the fur cuff grazing across my sweatpants.

"That's everything," she says, as she admires the leather on her hands.

"Well you made some very good decisions" I remark, "I'm going to watch some TV until it's time to go to the football."

"I'll join you."

I walk down stairs and plop down on the couch, Sarah follows a couple minutes after me.

When she comes down, I'm disappointed to see that she has taken the boots off. Instead, she is now just wearing her UGG boots with a matching set of purple yoga pants and sports bra. She grabs a blanket and throws it over us as she sits down. Our hands start exploring each other's bodies under the blanket. The rest of the afternoon consists of us watching TV while I rub her clit through her yoga pants and she fondles my cock with her manicured hands.

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A few hours later I go upstairs to start getting ready for the football game. Sarah had already started getting ready. When I get upstairs, I notice she is putting on her fleece lined panties and bra set that I got her for Christmas. I got her these not only cause it gets quite cold where we live but also because I know she loves the feeling of them.

She hadn't noticed me come into the room as I sat down on her makeup stool in the corner of the room. She then reached into her drawer of gloves and pulled out her new brown leather gloves and started putting them on. One hand at a time, she pulled the leather onto her hands, smoothing the leather as she went and giving one final tug on the fur cuff to make sure they were tight.

She then reaches into her fleece panties and starts fingering herself. As she rubs her clit, and pleasures herself, I feel the need to pleasure myself as well. I pull the waistband of my sweatpants down, revealing my already hard cock. I start wanking myself off, but this is when she notices me. She stops fingering herself immediately and strides over to me, with my cock still in my hand.

"You naughty boy Nick" she says seductively, "you need to be punished for wanking to me without me knowing."

She reaches under my armpits to pull me up, her gloves warm and slightly wet from her vagina. She pushes me onto the bed, immediately grabbing my dick and starting to pump it up and down. She's going so fast it almost hurts, while her other hand covers my mouth, making me inhale the intoxicating smell of new leather.

Almost as quickly as she started the glove job, she stops it, leaving me on the edge, gasping for air through her glove over my mouth.

"You don't deserve to finish when you spy on me, that's why I had to ruin your orgasm." She says sternly. "In fact, I don't think you should be allowed to jerk off for the rest of the weekend."

I chuckle to myself, "What are you gonna do if do jerk off? I can just do it behind your back, anyway."

"Don't worry baby, there me might be one way I'll let you finish" she says with a sly smile. "Anyway, we need to get dressed for the game."

I agree and start changing my sweatpants for some jeans.

"Nah uh Nick, it's gonna be cold out there, put a layer on underneath your jeans."

"I don't have anything though, my only long thermals are in the wash" I complain.

"That's fine, you can wear a pair of my thermal leggings" offers Sarah.

"What? No, I'm not wearing women's leggings" I say.

"Your loss, they're really comfy and I know you would like how they feel. You can just be cold I guess."

I continue with my jeans while she is pulling on her fleece tights, these are different cause they cover who feet as well, meaning she doesn't have to wear socks. She then pulls her jeans over top of the tights and I then chuck a hoody on with my team's red shirt over top.

Sarah now is layering up, she starts with the same red football shirt as me, and then pulls on a warm red sweater. She grabs her new navy winter jacket and puts it on the bed, ready to take when we leave.

She starts doing her hair while talking to me. "You're going to be too cold at the stadium" she warns, "at least wear the gloves I got you."

She's talking about the ones with my team's crest on the back hand. They are basic knit gloves, blue with a red cuff. "Nah, I'll be fine"

"Ok, I'll wear them then" she says as she pulls her hair into a low ponytail. "Pass them to me."

I do as she says and she starts putting them on, pushing each finger down and then pulling the cuff to make them snug.

"I'm almost ready, start getting your shoes on" she says as she ties a red ribbon into her hair. I grab my shoes from the wardrobe along with her sneakers.

"Why'd you grab them?" She asks, "I'm wearing my new boots tonight."

She grabs the black boots from the wardrobe and starts unzipping them with her gloved hands. She proceeds to put them on by herself as I'm staring at them, captivated by the leather. The wool from her gloves caresses the leather before slowly zipping them up and fastening them with the buckle.

After they are on over top of her jeans she stands wraps steam scarf round her neck and slides her long winter jacket over her red sweater. Tucking the scarf inside it as she zips it up. She grabs her handbag and puts a touch of red lipstick on in the mirror before we go downstairs and leave for the match.

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We get off the train by the stadium and step out into the brisk winters night. Sarah shudders and rubs her hands together, pulling on her gloves tighter after doing so. She reaches into my pocket where my hand has retreated to, pulling it out and interlocking our fingers as we walk towards the stadium. I spot a bar ask her if we can get a drink before the match, seeing as we're early. She nods her head saying yes and I drag her in by the hand.

The only seats available was a table for two in the corner, so Sarah goes and sits down while I grab us a pint each. I get to the table as Sarah is taking the knit gloves off, she pulls each finger before sliding the gloves off her hands. She lays them down on the table before I hand her the beer and sit down.

We talk about the game, and she talks about her outfit, and all her supports gear, her shirt, scarf and gloves as well as how she had a red ribbon in her hair and bright red lipstick as well. Sarah started people watching other supporters walk past, commenting on their outfits. "Oh I like her scarf ... those red gloves are so sexy ... Nick, you have to buy me those boots."

She decided it was time for us to go so I necked my beer while she started getting her gloves on. She adjusted the cuffs and then stood up, pushing the chair in then grabbing my hand and pulling me outside into the cold. When we get to the turnstiles she has to take a glove off to get the tickets on her phone so she bites the glove of her middle finger and holds it in her mouth, before adorning it again and reaching for my hand.

It started getting colder around halftime, and Sarah could feel my hands start to shake. She tells me, "that's it, you're wearing gloves."

"Fine" I mumble.

Sarah reaches into her handbag for a pair of gloves, she emerges with a pair that look very similar the team gloves she was wearing, but they were mittens.

"Are you swapping gloves?" I ask.

"No, these are for you, you're obviously cold so I'm giving you the mittens."

She grabs my hand and starts putting the mitten on it before repeating with my other hand. She pulls the cuff down to make sure they fit snug and then grips my hand tight in hers. To be fair, they are very comfy, and wearing her mittens was a bit of a turn on.

The second half of the game was tense, but I just sat there holding Sarah hands with her boot covered legs wrapped around by calves. Yet it ended as a draw and we stood up and left the stadium hand in hand.

We walked to the train station but the platform was very full and there was no chance of getting on a train. So we decided to walk home seeing as it wasn't too far. Upon making this decision, Sarah pulled out her new leather mittens and pulled them over top of the gloves she was wearing.

"Those are hot Sarah"

"I know, do they turn you on?" She giggled, reaching down to pat my dick.

"Yeah, sort of" I admit.

"That's good, I feel like I'm gonna be wearing them lots then."

She stops walking and grabs my face with her leather mittens and leans in for a kiss, depositing some of her red lipstick on to my lips. Our lips part after a passionate kiss and we continue walking. Sarah places her gloved hand on my arse cheek and keeps it there for the walk home, with the odd movement towards my crack.

We unlock the door and walk upstairs straight away, Sarah pushes me down onto the bed and tells me to stay there. She goes into the wardrobe, and starts taking off her coat and jerseys. She then takes off her jeans, putting the boots back on. She's now left in her fleece bra and panties, fleece leggings, leather boots and her two pairs of gloves. She emerges from the wardrobe and instantly starts undressing me, pulling my shoes, jeans and jerseys off, leaving me in just my boxers and the mittens she dressed me in.