In any normal situation, Kelly would never have considered leaving the warmth and comfort of her home in such atrocious wintry conditions; in fact, she would have considered herself mad to even consider it. Only two weeks previously she would have laughed at the suggestion of what she was about to do, and what's more, be even willing to brave the full force of a winters storm in order to do it.
Maybe she was mad, she thought. Infatuation or love? Fire and ice. Identical in their intensity, each could be fatal to the unwary. The madness swept her forward; cool awareness of the insanity of her actions, and a willful disregard towards any consequences. She smiled at the delicious and growing anticipation within her.
That anticipation manifested itself as a tingling inside her stomach, transferring itself down through her body, deep down, down to that most secret part of her. She shivered. The cold evening air whipped and stung her face as she tramped, quickly now, through the thickening carpet of snow towards her car. Despite that icy wind, the tremble that ran through her was not from the biting cold, yet she responded by hugging the fur-lined collar of her coat ever more tightly around her face. The softness of the fur upon her skin seemed to intensify the sensuality of her heightened expectancy. The excitement inside her simply would not go away. Nor did she want it to.
Was it really two years since David had left, taking her heart along with him? She had almost forgotten since he had gone, how overwhelming were her desires when they crept inside and took hold of her body. She shivered luxuriously again. She was remembering those desires with a vengeance now, relishing them as they reawakened her long dormant senses.
The key slid into the car lock with an erotic motion. So much so that she paused, and reinserted it again. The phallic nature of the penetration, deep into the lock, was clear. She shook her head. Everything, even this simple act, was now invoking sexual imagery into her mind. She was on fire, emotionally and physically. Kelly climbed inside the car and hurriedly closed the door against the tenacious wind-driven snowflakes that desperately followed her, shutting them firmly outside. She slid the key into the ignition, almost painfully aware of the sexuality of everything she was now doing. Turning it, the engine burst into life, roaring its approval of her attention, sending waves of vibration through the seat to her, for her alone.
Kelly looked through the windscreen blindly, oblivious to the storm outside, her attention internal, her mind almost fully on her approaching visit to stay with Colt and Bret. She almost forgot to switch on the screen wiper blades, even though the snow was building fast. She looked in the rear view mirror quickly, anxious once again to check that she looked her best. Cool blue eyes stared back at her from within the mirror; the corners of her eyes displaying just a hint of life-wrinkles, or laughter lines, that were a mark of her personality. Carefully cut, shoulder length dark hair framed her face; her eyes were wide with excitement. She frowned slightly at her reflection, noting again the evidence of ageing, before shrugging. She was, after all, twenty-eight and not getting any younger. Now she simply accepted these small ageing signs as part of her, part of what she was.
The heater was warming the car, melting the ice from the windows. She loosened her coat, undoing it, making herself comfortable now that it was warmer, before beginning the drive to Colt's home. Despite the ferocious weather, she wore a skirt that was cut provocatively with a thigh-high slit, and it now gaped open as she sat, revealing almost fully, one of her slender legs. She had a fine body she knew, and was proud of it. Her hand slid along and up her thigh, the temptation to stroke the source of the fire inside her, strong. She restricted herself to gliding her fingers up and over her silk enclosed mound, the smooth feel of the material a sexual thing of itself. Her light touch sent sparks along her nerves, made her squirm. She momentarily gave in and slid her fingers down between her legs, tracing the clear swollen outline of her lips, over and along her already damp, silk covered, pussy. Kelly swallowed as she closed her eyes and concentrated for a long second on her 'place'. She opened her eyes with a small sigh and shook her head to clear the enveloping sexuality of her desire. Colt was waiting for her.
She hit the 'on' button of the cd player and turned up the volume as 'Shiver' from Coldplay filled the car, "I will always be waiting for you..." The words of the song seemed to hit the right buttons within her. She had to speak to him. As much to tell him she was on her way, as to hear once again the dark timbre of his voice invade her ear and mind, that voice that made her legs go weak. She hit the speed dial on the cell phone and waited impatiently for him to answer.
"Kelly? Where are you?" Colts deep voice filled her head as she once again felt the butterflies in her tummy take flight.
"Colt! I am on my way honey, just wanted to tell you I will be with you very soon..."
"Good babe, I can hardly wait... babe... you sure you want to do this?" He asked a little uncertainly.
"Do I? Listen, Colt, I am sitting here almost coming with anticipation of you two having me...it was my idea after all...are you sure you want to go through with it?"
"Oh yeah, babe, I am real sure, I can feel my cock rising right now, just talking to you!"
"Is it...really?" The thought of Colt's magnificent cock rising to her spoken words sent another shiver through her. "Is Bret with you?"
"Yeah, he is in the other room...we both can't wait"
The butterflies inside her increased their activity at the thought of the two men waiting for her, waiting to ravish her. "I had better get there quick then, huh?"
"Yeah, babe, don't be long...I need you..." He told her, his voice dropping another octave as he spoke, his desire obvious in his tone.
