Let me introduce myself.... my name's Ashli. I'm not sure if I'm a typical erotic stories writer, but please don't read my stories if you're expecting hardcore women who prefer to have sex with thousands of men. I'm an average woman who loves to explore her erotic side. I'm 27 and recently had my first baby. For those who love to ask, I'm a size 8 with a 34-C... happy? I'm happily married to a wonderful man, and dedicate all my love and attention to the special people in my life. You can learn a little more about me in my profile. What you'll read are explorations into my life...I love erotic thoughts and enjoy making love to my darling. I write from my own life...they are true experiences that I have not shared with others, and am afraid that I never will. I hope by sharing these moments with you, I can continue to explore my passionate side.
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My feet were killing me as I tried to stretch out in the front seat of our car. I turned the heat up in the car, trying to get comfy as I watched the snow trickle down on the hood of our car. We had just left Maryland and had a few hours of driving ahead of us before we reached our friend's cabin in the Pocono's. I work as a secretary for a large law firm, and got in extra early today so we'd be able to hit the road and make it to the cabin before it got too late. The secretaries are required to dress rather formal at all times (skirt suits and heels) and today was no exception. I spent most of the day in the old file rooms collecting and sorting material for my bosses, running up and down the stepladders. Needless to say, running a marathon in pumps takes its toll on a gal's feet, so I tossed them in the back of the car and begged Rob to rub them as he drove.
"C'mon honey, I'm trying to drive," Rob argued.
"Please baby... they're killing me," I defended.
I could see my appeals for compassion were getting me nowhere. Being married for only 2 years, I was a quick learner and realized it was time for a change in strategy. Ladies, you know what I mean.
"Darling, I brought something special with me for the weekend," reaching towards the back seat and my smaller bag, pulling out a new swimsuit. "I thought it would be nice for us to spend some time alone in the hot tub after everyone's gone to bed. Would you like that sugar?
Without hesitation, he gestured for me to shift and place my leg toward his lap. I hiked up my skirt and turned with my back against the car door, placing both my feet in his lap. His hands were warm as they gripped and massaged my heels and arches through the thin sheer of the black pantyhose separating our skin. It wasn't long before my eyes shut and the hum of the car and the warm feel of my husband's hands put me to sleep.
I must have dozed for about an hour, waking to still feel his warm hand against me. But now it was higher. Not that I mind being woken by my lover, in fact I love when he becomes aggressive. I'm not sure if it was the view he had of my legs as my skirt shifted as I slept, the swimsuit I showed him, or the thought of making love in the hot tub later when we were alone, but I could tell he was aroused. His fingertips reached above my knees towards the inside of my thighs (he knows I'm ticklish there - ticklish in a good way).
"What are you doing, baby?" I said as a coy little schoolgirl.
"I'm not sure I can wait until tonight," he responded. "What if we..."
"Shhhh" I comforted him. "Let's make it special tonight dear. I promise you will enjoy yourself...I will do everything to please you, my love.
With that, I leaned down a bit further in the seat, extended my nylon-clad toes towards his pants. I could feel and see his growing heat and gently played with his cock and thighs gently held back within his slacks. For some couples, it may be a gentle massage or running your nail's across his back to tame the savage beast inside your male, but for us, the gentle playing of our feet and running them along our thighs was our way of saying βI love you.' I knew this would tame the savage beats in him for the drive, but I also knew he would be counting the moments till he was inside me later that night.
Robert and I were heading to a small vacation home our friend Stan's parents have owned for some time. Stan and Rob are old frat brothers and this was a get-together for about 5 or 6 of them. I've known most of the guys for several years while Rob and I dated through college. Most of them were either in our bridal party two years ago but all of them attended. It's been a couple of years since they all graduated and a few of them have also gotten married. From what Rob said, there would be three couples and two or three single guys. Of course, Stan's folk's place was only a 2-bedroom cabin, but it had a large sleeping loft as well. We were hoping to get there early enough to enjoy the privacy of the other bedroom (it was safe to assume Stan and his fiancΓ© would stake claim to the master bedroom).
It was just before 7 in the evening when we pulled up to the cabin where, to our dismay, we were greeted by a sea of cars. Apparently we weren't the only one's who planned on arriving early for the bedroom. We were both a bit disappointed as we brought our bags and sleeping bag in, but I whispered to my darling that βeverything would be just fine.'
"We can still enjoy ourselves in the hot tub once everyone has gone to sleep," I said as I pulled out the swimsuit again to tease him. As luck would have it, there was still plenty of room in the loft for us to stretch out. One of the couples staked claim on the downstairs couch and one guy (way too outdoorsy for me) brought his sub-zero sleeping bag and decided to sleep on the porch in the cold. Looked like we were only sharing the loft with another couple, Don and Heather, and my husband's college best friend Matt. Heather put their stuff out in the far corner of the loft, so we situated ourselves in the middle in between them and Matt.
Once everything was in from the car, we tossed off our winter coats, poured ourselves some drinks and warmed up by the large fireplace with the rest of the party. It appeared that many of them had been there for some time, and the effect of the drinks had already taken their toll. Brian was already sleeping and his wife was barely keeping awake. By 11, when we has enough liquor to muster up the courage to run out in the snow to the hot tub, many people had already called it a night.
As I ran up to the loft, I saw both Heather snuggling up to Don whose snoring meant he wouldn't be moving for hours, if not days (he could sleep though a train wreck). I dug through my bag to get my swimsuit, my big fleece robe and a scrunchy for my hair (nothing's worse than frozen hair in a hot tub). I emerged from the bathroom in my robe and slippers, met up with Rob who had already changed into his shorts and t-shirt. We grabbed another drink and got ready to run through the snow.