A Chance of Snow

Wrote this as a Christmas present for Nik. I tried to make it somewhat sentimental and romantic (such as I can manage) which is actually the kind of the story I prefer. It's also more difficult to write and develop. I hope this is a step in the right direction. "So, you doing anything this weekend?" It's taken me four months to ask you such a simple question. Four months since you started working here. It started as brief nods, "hello"s and "hi"s as I see you coming in and leaving the office. Eventually, they slowly evolved into "What's up"s, "How's it going"s, and "What's new with you"s. Your winning smile, your bright eyes, your easy going personality and natural beauty cheered me up no matter how terrible my day was otherwise. You always had a smile for me, a smile for everyone really. Considering your sweet nature, it was only natural that I would start to fall for you. We had a few lunch breaks together, and they were so full of jokey, easy conversation we almost didn't have time to eat. Eventually we ate together more and more. I flattered myself by thinking maybe you had started taking your lunch breaks earlier to spend time with me. So after confirming you a) were interested in guys b) did not have a boyfriend and c) were probably not a psychopath...well it was only natural that I ask you the question. "No, I don't have anything planned. Why?" Alright...the moment of truth...time to ask without coming on too strong..."You want to grab a drink or something after work?" "Sure." You reply brightly, giving me a big, winning smile. "Great!" I reply. "I'll swing by at five and we can head to McGinty's." Needless to say, I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about the evening.... It began snowing at noon, and they were expecting a bad one, one of the worst in years. I walked with you out of the office, down to the bar and grill in the early winter darkness, the snow dancing in the soft streetlamps, giving the light a magical quality. The air was sharply cold, and you clung close to me, taking my arm and making my heart race. I could feel you warm against me, dispelling the cold. We enter the bar, shake the snow off our coats, and take our seats at a table. I order a whiskey neat to warm my bones and you order...a club soda. I'm a little embarrassed, so I nurse my drink for a while and suggest we order dinner. You agree. Yes! Dinner! This is officially a date! We make conversation easily and we find out we have a lot in common. You are just so easy to talk to, you seem to get my sense of humor, my way of talking and joking around. We talk for a good hour and a half, letting our food get cold. I can tell the wait staff is getting impatient with us, since they are being hit by the dinner rush and we've taken quite a long time at the table, simply enjoying one another's company. I am thinking that tonight was a lot of fun, and something to build on. I'm thinking I'll make sure you get home safe then leave to brace for the storm. But then I see the tv over the bar...It turns out the storm was worse than they thought it would be. They've closed the outdoor train stations....including the one I was planning on using to get home. I think about what I'm going to do, how I'm going to get home, when you cheerily interject "Stay over at my place. It's only a few blocks away. You can go home once the streets have been plowed" "No, I...I couldn't impose on you like that." "It's no trouble. There are no cabs or buses on the road in this snow, and you won't have any place to go. Besides, I never have anyone over and it will be nice to have company. Come on, it will be fun!" "Alright...." I acquiesce, silently thanking my lucky stars. We head out, and the storm is raging bitterly. You press yourself closer against me, using my larger body as cover from the wind. We finally reach your building and hang up our coats, hats, and scarves. "I'll make put on some hot tea." you chirp helpfully. "Make yourself at home!" You bring the tea out to me on the couch and we sit, blowing on the steamy drinks, making idle conversation. The tea warms me up....more so than usual....is there something else in here? We finish our drinks and talk for about another half hour or so. It's only 8:30 or so, and tomorrow is Saturday. "So" I ask "What do you want to do tonight?" "Hmm, good question." you respond. "What can two young, single people do by themselves on a Friday night?" No way. This is too good to be true. With an easy grace, you move in on me and kiss me. We break the kiss and you look up at me. I'm so stunned, I must look like a big dope. Your eyes beam brightly and your smile tells me everything I need to know. I gently pull you in and kiss you deeply, passionately, lovingly. My kiss tells you everything I'm feeling, everything I wouldn't be able to put into words. Your tongue slides through my lips and begins exploring my mouth. I run my hands through your hair as we continue to kiss passionately. You break the kiss for a second to sit in my lap, wrapping your arms around my neck and drawing me in. I wrap my arms around your back and pull you close to me. Your breasts press against my chest and we can feel each other's heart beating, faster and faster. My body tingles and warms as the bl**d courses through me. Your lips curl into a smile as you feel the swelling hardness under your thighs. I kiss your neck and shoulders, and you close your eyes, humming lightly in rapture. My hands wander up your back, under your shirt, and I feel you respond by slipping your small, soft hands under my waistline to cup my ass. "Let's take this into the bedroom." you whisper and nibble my ear. I place my arms around you and pick you up, carrying you into your room and placing you on the bed. Sitting up and facing me, you begin unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my chest as you make your way down. You undo my belt and slowly slide my pants and boxers down, leaving me naked in front of you. You gaze on me with an excited light in your eyes, and take my engorged dick gently in your hand, moving your head toward it, slowly licking the head. I gasp as your soft warm wet tongue touches me. Ever so slowly, you move down on my cock, sucking my manhood slowly and lovingly as you gently play with my twitching balls. I stop you before you get too far. I want to undress you. I undo your pants and pull them off your long silky legs as you pull your shirt over your head. I sit down on the bed and kiss you as I reach around to undo your bra strap. I take an long look at your unfettered breasts, large, plump, with large dark areolas and hard nipples. I run my thumb over your nipple and you gasp. My hands find your breasts and I play with and squeeze them as we kiss. Your hand finds my cock and slowly strokes its length. I place my hand on your shoulder and gently push you back to lay down on the bed. I admire your almost nude form. There is a kind of innocence to you....not virginal...but natural. Yes, that's it. This is something natural between a man and a woman. There is nothing dirty or tawdry about this. You are not a whore or a slut, just a sexual, alive, happy person. I lower my head to take your left breast into my mouth. My tongue finds your hard puffy nipple and you gasp at the contact. I tweak your right nipple with my fingers. As I lick, suck, and kiss your breasts, I can hear your breathing, I can hear your heart beating. After fondling and playing with your breasts, I slowly trail my kisses down your stomach. You coo expectantly since you know what is coming next. I lower my kisses along the line of your panties. I place my hands on your smooth thighs and caress them. I kiss your sweetness over the cloth. A tangy wetness meets lips. The smell of your arousal intoxicates me and I lose my patience. I peel your panties off to reveal your wet, welcoming pussy, swollen in arousal and shimmering with moistness. I place my hand on the skin above your slit to pull back the skin of your clitoral hood. You shudder at the indirect contact, and your hard nub pops out. I gently lap at it, but even that is almost too much for you. I raise a finger to explore you, and find an unexpected tightness. I work on you with my tongue, parting your folds, lapping up your sweet juices, eating you out with relish. My hand reaches up to play with your clit. You gasp and moan and press my head against your pussy as you buck your hips enthusiastically. I lick and suck faster and faster, the smell and taste of you driving me wild. I look up into your eyes and see that you are close. I want to take you there, and I keep up my ministrations with passion and fire. Soon you are twitching and writhing, squirting a blast of juice onto my face as your pussy twitches in ecstasy. I stand up and admire you basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. You look at me with joy and excitement in your eyes, and without hesitation say "I need you inside of me. Make love to me." You go to your nightstand and produce a condom and a tube of lube. You roll the latex sheath over the length of my cock and administer a liberal dollop of lube. Considering how tight you are, I can understand why. You pump my cock to spread the lube, getting me good and slippery for you. I grab your thighs and spread them. I move closer and teasingly rub my cock head along the length of your slit. I give your clit a few playful nudges. I continue to prod and tease until you whimper "Please..." and I slowly part your lips with my swollen cock head. Slowly I press my way in, impaling you, sweetly stabbing my way into your most secret part. You are wet and ready but you are wonderfully tight. I go slow, letting your walls stretch to accommodate my girth. We are joined now. I'm inside of you. I slowly withdraw...and slowly enter again. I gradually work up a rhythm....in and out...in and out of your tight pussy. We're both panting and moaning with each stroke. I pick up the pace, faster and faster. You moan, reach to the nightstand and withdraw a long, thin vibrator. Turning it on, you press it against you pussy as I continue to fuck you. You jump, and I can feel the vibrations on my cock through your body. I pick up the pace, my hands tightly clamped on your hips, my balls smacking your ass, my cock is tightly gripped by your pussy, and the vibrations on your most sensitive spot send bolts of pleasure coursing through you. You are so beautiful, so sexy. It doesn't take long for you to cum again, and I withdraw my cock to watch you write, moan, and squirt. We take a much needed breather, but I'm still hard and ready. "Lie down darling. Get comfortable. Let me take care of you." you purr. I lie down on the soft bed and lick the juices off of your vibrator. You kiss me and taste yourself on my lips. You climb up to straddle me, positioning yourself over my fully erect cock. You part your lips and slowly lower yourself on to me, moaning as you do. You sit down, simply enjoying the feeling of the cock inside you. I'm nearly blind with pleasure...and then you start riding me. My hands grab your hips as you move up and down, up and down on my hard spike. Your breasts bounce wantonly as you smile at me with sensual delight. I moan and sputter incoherently as my brain is overloaded with sensation. You ride me, harder and faster, harder and faster, until I can't take any more. I feel it welling up inside me, deep inside me. Powering up my shaft, my cock simply explodes, pumping milky cum into you. I feel your pussy clamp as I trigger your orgasm. We both moan and shake and you lean down to kiss me in the midst of our orgasms. After a full minute the pleasure fades and you roll off of me, the two of us breathing heavily and sweating. After collecting our brains, we turn and smile at one another. Although you are still shaky, you reach over to pull the cum filled condom off of my sensitive cock. You suck the sperm off of me, making me twitch once more. You swallow my cum and my penis deflates. The only thing to do now is sl**p, and we curl up in bed to spoon. I hold you close to me, kissing your neck, whispering "Thank you" into your ear. Tight and warm against each other, we fall into a happy, dreamless sl**p. I wake up and ease myself out of bed. I put on coffee and take a look out of the window. The city is blanketed with whiteness. It snowed all through the night and shows no signs of stopping. There's a foot on the street at least and no sign of a plow. I bring back a cup for you as you are stirring awake. Only when I see your naked form do I realize that I am nude myself. I feel the familiar twitching, the rush of bl**d down below. "Well baby, we're snowed in. Looks like we're stuck inside together all weekend...."