HNT / More Sun and a Little Less Snow

Life slides by quickly here at our hideaway, and, sadly, duty back at home calls too, leaving not a whole lot of time for blogging this morning.

I do want to thank Harry and Petunia for their acknowledgment in comments yesterday that the truth should be a defense when it comes to punishable comments for this pampered house Slave. As for the rest of you.... well, I was not too surprised by your heartless lack of sympathy for my bony ass.

As for yesterday....Let's just say that our day started with some fancy cock riding by Mistress, developed into a lovely day on the slopes, as the sun came out to slowly warm soft and fluffy new snow into a more soupy concoction that had had our thighs burning my mid-afternoon. 

It seemed a  good time to adjourn back to our patio, where the snow from the day before had already melted in the warm sun.  Mistress does love her tanning time, so it was only moments after she slid out of her trendy stretchy ski pants that she was completely naked, giving those clean shaven folds a nice exposure to the sun. (The photo above is from Sunday afternoon. Slave was given strict instructions that there would be no photography yesterday).

Fortunately, she had a blanket to pull over her quickly when the Fed Express van rumbled up the driveway. I think our driver has gotten an eyeful on more than one occasion when he makes the turn at the end of our driveway, but not yesterday.

Slave joined Mistress with a book out on the patio too, and soon was drifting off after our "tough day". At some point the phone rang and I picked it up.  It was J, calling to chat with his FWB. (You don't have to tell me your full name when I pick up, J -- there is only one J on Mistress's list of callers).  I had to inform him that Mistress was out on the deck, completely naked, collecting rays to give herself a little color before their next rendezvous back in River City.

I think the only thing that surprised him about that scenario was that the snow we described on Tuesday had already melted. So it goes in the Land of Enchantment.  He did obtain assurances that sun screen had been applied to some of his favorite parts.

By around  5 pm the sun was sinking lower and a cool breeze had picked up. We adjourned to our bed, with plans for a nap before dinner. But somehow the nap got hijacked by some work calls, and then the temptation of the recently aerated clean shaven folds took hold.

I will leave the rest to your imagination.