He waited for the weather, smiling as the forecast called for an end to the
snowstorm before morning. Yesterday had been fun, but so very exhausting! He
grinned. There was just so much to get done. He had things to do, people to
see, places to go.....

"We should be back in business tomorrow. The weatherman says the storm ends
tonight." He said, sneaking up behind her as she washed the dishes. His arms
snaked around her waist, hugging her. "Soup smells wonderful. Do you want me
to help with anything?"

"An end to the snow? Thank goodness!" She leaned back against him a moment,
resting in his grip. "I hate being cooped up like this!" Thinking for a
moment, she pointed at a stack of towels on the dryer. "Put those away for
me?"

"Sure." He released her, pinching her ass and making her yelp. Laughing, he
headed down the hallway with the laundry.

She met him in the hallway as he was coming back. Silently, she pushed him
back against the wall, falling to her knees before him. "Honey?" He asked,
startled. Her hands fumbled with the zipper on his pants, pulling his
flaccid cock out. He could feel the blood starting to flow, and he groaned
as her warm mouth closed over the head, sucking gently. "Surprise!" She
said, her mouth full.

She was rewarded with a trickle of precum as the his cock swelled, filling
her mouth. Bringing her right hand up, she caressed his balls, rolling them
in the palm of her hand. Her tongue massaged the sensitive underside of his
cock, stroking the velvet skin, listening to his happy groans.

Teasing him, she drew her mouth off his cock, licking her lips to moisten
them. She watched as more pre cum dribbled out, and she caught it with her
tongue, eagerly tasting him, sucking the swollen red knob clean. As always,
her own juices began to flow, her excitement building with his. Stifling a
moan of her own, she fastened her lips around him once again, nibbling her
way down his cock, and back up again.

His fingers twisted into her hair, and he began to shake and shudder as he
approached his orgasm. Pulling away from him a moment, she kissed the tip of
his cock, then quickly popped a sliver of ice in her mouth.

She had promised him she would get even for yesterday, for when he'd dunked
her in the snow. Rolling the piece of ice around her mouth, she let it melt
against her tongue, then slid her lips down the length of his shaft quickly.

"Augh!" He jerked, the cold iciness of her mouth a shock to the sensitive
nerve endings. He could feel her laughter around the head of his cock, her
throat vibrating deliciously around his hardness. Before he knew it, he was
pumping his seed down her throat, feeling her swallow quickly.

"That was so mean!" He said, when he could talk again. She still knelt
before him, laughter in her eyes. "You're wonderful." He said.

"Thank you." She accepted his hand to rise to her feet. "I've worked very
hard to become so - Hey!" She cried, as he pushed her up against the
opposite wall, his hands unbuttoning her shirt, freeing her breasts. He
cupped his hands around them, rubbing his thumbs around the nipples to stiff
peaks.

Lowering his mouth, he licked the swell of her breasts, sliding it down
between them. Covering every inch of the soft skin with his tongue, he
nibbled and sucked, hearing her breathing change, listening as she began to
whimper. Pressing his tongue flat, he teased her nipples, letting his hands
slide down her body, under the waistband of her jogging pants, past her
panties...

BBZZZZTTTTT! The buzzer sounded in the kitchen. "Oh no." She moaned, pushing
away from the wall. "That's the cake. I've got to go get it out of the oven"

He let her go, following after he adjusted his clothing. She was just taking
the cake out of the oven, resting it on the stove burners. He caught a
glimpse of her hard nipple through the open shirt, still excited from his
manipulations. Grabbing her around the waist again, he helped her up on the
counter. "I think we can get rid of these." He told her, pulling the sweat
pants off.

He could smell her unique odor as he lowered his mouth to her pussy, his
tongue sliding around the crotch of her panties to plunge into her
sweetness. He quickly found her hard clit, flicking his tongue across the
swollen button, feeling her thigh muscles tighten as though she wanted to
clamp them around him.

Two fingers worked their way into her pussy, twisting around and around,
making her squirm. She thrust her hips up to meet his probing fingers, and
she began her to cum.

Removing his hand, he replaced it with his semi-erect cock, her muscles
drawing him deeper inside her. She felt so good, so soft around his
hardness, he groaned. Her moans matched his, and she brought her thighs
around his waist.

They made love on the kitchen counter, first slow, then fast, then slow.
Since he had so recently cum, he was able to remain hard longer, bringing
her to an orgasm, then another. "Oh please!" She moaned, her body preparing
for another burst of pleasure. "Please!"

"Please what?" He asked, grinning down at her. Her answer was a sharp cry,
her back arching off the counter. Cupping his hands over her breasts, he
thrust one last time into her burning pussy, filling her belly with his cum.

He touched her face, stroking her cheek, hesitant to break the physical
contact between them. Bending down, they kissed, a long, passionate joining.
"You are wonderful." She told him.

"Thank you. I've worked hard to become so." He smiled, pushing the sweaty
strands of hair off her face. "See? Being snowed in isn't so bad. Was it
really so terrible being cooped up with me?" She shook her head. "Maybe
we'll get lucky, and it will storm again tomorrow."

She grinned, a lazy smile he loved so. "Maybe." She agreed.