You Call This Air?

As our tiny plane  made it's approach to the ever-shrinking River City aerodrome yesterday afternoon we were confronted by a hazy, soupy 103 degree mix of car exhaust and naturally fermented methane with a slight CO2 chaser.

What a terrible change from the clear, cool, dry high dessert air we had enjoyed at our mountain hideaway. Mistress was already conspiring to go to her Doctor for a medical excuse to work from our cabin for the duration of the summer. I had to advise her that might not set her up for a "disability" defense should her employer insist that one of the requirements of her job is actually showing up.

I know, you're expecting a political rant on "global warming". All I can say is that this must be part of God's plan for us, right? Otherwise why would he have created coal, oil, jet skis, power boats and Oil Company PACs?

We did successfully collect our sullen teen after her year abroad before heading out into the blast furnace. She seems smarter, funnier, more tolerant of her parents' BS, skinnier, and considerate. I wonder if any of that will last the week?

And once we went through the mail, briefly celebrated her return, and confirmed the death of our lawn and plants after a week of 100 degree plus sun, we were behind closed doors in our executive suite.

It had been a long travel day. and a return to the stress of life here in "reality" was a little daunting. Mistress did talk to J, who also was dealing with some "shit" as they say. I heard her suggest to him that
you need to get laid" as an antidote. And I think I have a good idea who was more than happy to accommodate that "need".  Let's hope they can arrange that soon, despite the presence of our two teens.

Once her call with J was done, it was tempting for the two of us to call it a night.

 But the aromas wafting from Mistress's now naked clean shaven folds were sending quite a different message.

Yes, we were tired. But what better way to shake off the heavy atmospheric, back to the grind stone metals we were enduring than some carnal diversion.

Mistress seemed to get the same vibe at about the same time.

"So are we going to have sex, Slave?"

"I must say those scents are distracting, Mistress."

"Well I hope so.... go put in your device, Slave..... I want it particularly hard tonight."

Of course, she was referring to the aneros, which I lubed up and slid home for her.

Then I dived right in, feasting on her. No she hadn't showered on ou travel day, but sometimes that day old brew is just what the doctor ordered. After she had her starter cum, courtesy of her Slave's avid tongue and lips, she wondered out loud, "how's my cock, Slave?"

Actually, it was more than ready for her.