Snowed In - Sex Stories

Snowed In

... that more often, actually.” He grinned ear-to-ear, as if he had been liberated somehow. “You're really cool with that?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said with a smile. “In fact, I might want try it too.” * * * * Three months went by. It was now March and the deep snow pack from that big December snow still remained. I pulled into the driveway, fresh from the Hawaiian cruise that my mother, sister, and I finally took. I walked into the cabin and was greeted by Jeff, sitting on the sofa, watching television, and drinking a beer. “Did you have a good trip?” he asked. “Oh did I ever,” I said. I sat down. “And you?” I smiled, hoping to hear wild tales of ravenous heterosexual sex. “I don't know how to tell you this,” he said. “Okay,” I said. “I think I really like Katie,” he said. “She spent most the time you were gone here with me at the cabin.” “So where does that leave us?” I asked. “I don't know,” he answered. “I know I don't want you to leave. I still love you.” “I guess we can figure it out as we go along,” I said. “Yeah,” he said. “Now come here.” With that, he took me in his arms and kissed me. He took my breath away. “So,” I said with a smile, “I want details.” He went on to tell me all about their week at our cabin together. They had sex several times in one day. They sat by the fire and cuddled together. They showered together. They slept together. He discussed how talented her tongue was at pleasuring his cock. He said she is twenty-three years old and has daddy issues. With ...

... each lurid detail, I felt myself shiver with excitement. It made the welcome-home sex we had that much more exciting! * * * * Three months later. It was now June. Tourist season. I was working at the gun shop, where I began to notice the women that would visit the store wearing skimpy summer clothing. I saw myself staring just a little longer at the asses and the titties. I felt my cock throb at the thought of fucking my first pussy. Then, she came in. Amanda. “Hi,” she said. “What can I do for you?” I said with a big grin. “Well, it's my first time up here and I thought I'd try some hunting,” she said. “Where are you from?” I asked. “Mount Juliet, Tennessee,” she answered. “Really,” I said. “I'm from Lebanon!” “Oh my God,” she said, “We're practically neighbors!” “So,” I asked. “Are you here by yourself?” “Yeah,” she said. “I've always wanted to visit Alaska. So I just got on a plane and headed up here.” “Yeah that's kind of how it was for me too,” I said. The two of us just stood there and smiled at each other for a minute. “Say,” I said nervously, “You ever heard of combat fishing on the Kenai?” “No,” she answered. “Why don't I take you?” I asked. * * * * A few days later, Amanda and I headed down to the Kenai, where we rented a small cabin and did some salmon fishing. She was one hell of an outdoorswoman. We were a fairly perfect match. That night (the grey twilight that passes for Alaska summer night, that is), she gave me my first kiss with a woman. I was blown away by ...