Welcome To Canada - Sex Stories

Welcome To Canada

... steadily now. I stopped for a moment to just enjoy the sight and sounds of a snowstorm. It was quite beautiful and I found myself forgiving my boyfriend for being late. Even though it was cold I felt myself heating up as he and I embraced and kissed, feeling his warm lips and his hand on my ass, making the long trip worthwhile. Running across the parking lot we throw my bags in the trunk. (My only regret it being winter and he couldn't have picked me up on his motorcycle.) He had even left the car running so it would be warm for me. Worrying about crime wasn't an issue here. After having had such a long trip, I found myself craving his touch on my body. We had always been quite physical and it never mattered how much I had played with myself, I still needed his hands on me. Unable to keep them to myself, as soon as we got in the car, I reached over to feel him through the crotch of his jeans. Happily, finding him already hard. My presence has always had that effect on him, I am pleased to say. Groaning, he leans back in his seat as I undo his belt and free my favorite treat. He'd been gone for a week and I had missed him. All parts of him. His cock, free of its clothing restraints, pops out as if giving me a wave hello. I giggled, "I see he still loves me." "Oh, baby, he does and he's missed you. I don't think he's gone a whole week without seeing you." "Well, let's make sure that doesn't happen again," I tell him as I lower my head to his lap. I love the smell of my ...

... boyfriend and how soft his skin on his cock is. I wrap my cold hands around it and give it a few strokes up and down. Pulling his foreskin back and letting my tongue dart out and tease the tip. Wetting my tongue with the sweet pre-cum already seeping out. Eventually his cock becomes so hard that I can no longer pull his foreskin back and forth. I know he's ready for my mouth now. Leaning his head back he lets out a soft groan as he feels my lips wrap around the head of his cock. They are still a little cold from being outside. I let my mouth slide slowly down his shaft as my hand cups his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. As I am doing this I feel him reach over and place his hand on my crotch, grabbing me firmly. "Oh, baby, I can feel how wet your are even through those jeans. Has my baby been being bad on the trip up?" It's a mostly rhetorical question. He knows me quite well by now. I manage to masturbate everywhere. He loves it. He was afraid at first that it meant he wasn't satisfying me. He's learned since that isn't the case. The more I masturbate the more sex I want to have. The more sex we have, the more I want to masturbate, thinking about sex. It's a lovely circle, one that he's grown to love. In fact, watching me masturbate has become one of his favorite things to do. He'll see how long he can keep his hands off me. Not long, but he's getting better. Moving my lips off of him I look up at him. "What do you think, honey? Do you think I could have gone over twelve hours ...