Snowed In (Part 1) - Sex Stories

Snowed In (Part 1)

She had been in the tub for a half hour. She liked to relax in the warm water. Plus she liked to be clean and groomed. She looked at her body and felt sexy. A little turned on. All 110 pounds of her looked pretty good after a few k**s. Her long red hair rested on her shoulder. She was only half listening to the radio and considering pleasuring herself when she realized that it was snowing and that they were calling for over a foot. The k**s wouldn't be back until Sunday and it was late Friday evening. She figured she better get out and grab a few things to get by til she picked them up. She dried her hair and pulled a cream sweater that she loved on with jeans. No bra. Nobody would see her. She made it to the store. The shelves were picked over but she found what she needed and was deciding if any of the produce would would help her urges when he came around the corner. He was tall and athletic. She heard he had played some football in college. She had admired him before. He was a little older but had beautiful blue eyes. She was a little surprised when he asked her if she liked cucumbers. They made small talk. Found themselves walking around the empty store. She was enjoying talking to him as much as she had imagined. Okay. She had dreamed about him. Ever since she became single she had fantasized regularly about him and was shocked that she was asking him over for dinner. He hesitated a little because of the weather but she was insistent. As she drove home and he ...

... followed, she fought her urge to get too excited. She had been disappointed before. He was glad for the offer. He too was not looking forward to sitting alone watching it snow. She was pretty and he loved red hair. He also found out that she was a great cook. They ate and made quiet small talk. After cleaning up he figured he'd leave. She insisted he stay a while longer. He warned her that he wasn't good at driving at night in the snow and she assured him that if the roads were too bad, he could crash on her couch. He thought why not. She was pretty and was probably just as lonely. She excused herself and asked if he could start a fire in case the power went out. Hey, why not. She's begging him to stay and he couldn't help noticing her pink nipples through the sweater. She was beautiful and sexy. Even if they just talked, it was a good evening. She could hear him wrestling with the fire as she stood in front of the mirror talking herself in to what she wanted to do next. She had slipped on a very lacy pair of pink panties that she had bought a while ago but had never worn. She still had the sweater on. She felt good. She wanted him but was afraid he wouldn't feel the same. Rationalizing that she could just brush it off as wanting to relax, she took a deep breath and moved towards the living room. The fire in her was burning as brightly as the fire in the fireplace. He was a little surprised to see her emerge from the back room wearing pretty pink panties and that lovely sweater. She ...