This is the female half of the writers. It is pure fiction. All names and actions happening in the story are made up and are legal age in the story.This is, as it says in the title, the winter edition and maybe a step too far in the progress of the two main characters. Depending on if this is as well received as the first part depends on if I continue.
Lawn Service - Winter Edition
I had just gotten home from dropping my husband off at the airport. We had had what seemed like 10 days of snow. We had our drive plowed twice already. It still had seven inches of snow on it. I sat in the SUV in the garage, looking out the back window at the snow that I was going to shovel. I sighed and thought, "At least it hasn't snowed for the last 24 hours."
I got out and turned around to reach across the seats to get my purse and bag. I felt hands on my hips and froze in place, and then I heard Dillion's voice. "I have missed you this past couple of weeks, baby girl." My immediate reaction was to resist. This has been out of hand for a few months now. Ever since I gave in, in the heat of summer Dillion had taken advantage of me. He knows I can not resist how his cock makes me fill.
I have given him all my fuck holes, even my throat. My nipples were rock hard, my pussy was soaked, almost dripping, and my brain was on overtime thinking of his cock in me. I needed my pussy fucked so bad. My thoughts were racing. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. Flashbacks to every time we have been together. His name echoed in her mind like a bad word but a good thing. The way he had looked at her, the way his hands moved, the way his voice had dropped to that low tone.That sultry Barry White baritone. The way he called me baby girl in the low soft voice, oh fuck, my leggings were going to show how wet if I didn't do something quickly.
I took a deep breath and started to push myself up to get out when I felt his hand grab my hair. He twisted it and pulled on it. My head moved backward. I had to sit my purse down so as not to lose my balance. He pulled me backward out of the SUV. He spun me round and pushed me up against the backdoor. He looked deeply into my eyes.
"Oh, look, a zipper that's up. Let's see what's under the jacket." As he said this, he started unzipping as he was kissing me. This was one of his lust-filled deep passionate kisses he gave in the heat of fucking me. Well, at least that's how my brain was remembering it at that moment.
"Oh, this is interesting. A button-front flannel shirt.Hmmm let's see what there is to see." As Dillion was saying this, he started unbuttoning my shirt slowly from the top down. After each button, he would kiss me. He was like in the Barry White baritone voice as he counted the buttons and told me I was such a good girl not to resit. I was fucking spellbound; I could not resist if I wanted. There was something magical this now 21-year-old had over me.
I finally got control when I was jolted back to reality, well, close to reality.
"Whoa, such a naughty baby girl. No bra under your shirt. Tsk Tsk."
I was jolted back as I said because when Dillion pushed my shirt and jacket wide open, exposing my tits, my nips got painfully hard.
"Okay, lover boy, daddy needs to hold on till we get inside. It is too cold, and I do not want to waste my 10 days with no husband being sick."
I pulled away, grabbed my stuff out of my SUV, walked to the inside door, hit the close button on the garage door, and then went inside. By the time I sat everything down and took my jacket and the shirt off, I was standing topless. Well. I turned around to find Dillion naked, stroking his big cock, watching me. I finish getting my boots off and the socks.
"We are not doing this out here. We are alone, and no chance of my husband showing, so we are going to fuck in my bed."
