Girding for the Holidays

It's only a few days before our empty nest is re-infested with our two cute Co-Eds, back home for the Thanksgiving holiday here in River City. Mistress has family coming to town as well, and we will all be crowded around tables this week, force feeding ourselves, and no doubt picking a few unnecessary quarrels that are the by product of too many people, related by blood and marriage, crowded into too small a space for too long a time.

Frankly, we would rather be at our SW hideaway for the holiday, where we spent quite a few Thanksgivings when our kids were in elementary and high school. It was a lovely way to enjoy family time without all the extras and hangers-on, and their posses too. But with college schedules tight, and the hassle of travel these days, it's just too hard to pull it off.

To prepare ourselves for the forced festivities, Mistress and Slave scheduled a very low key weekend here. Friday night, a little picnic in front of the computer screen, watching an obscure BBC series courtesy of Netflix.

Some lazy Saturday morning wake-up sex time in the UCTMW executive suite.

Saturday afternoon, I took my grandkids to visit their grumpy great grandma, who seemed to appreciate their spirit of rebellion and their crayoned turkeys.  Mistress went to the gym, then visited her former fuck buddy Jay.

"I was all sweaty, Slave.... but I don't think he minded."
 

Well I know I wouldn't.

I got home just in time to park in front of the TV to watch my alma mater take on the team from Mormon land. It seems like a waste, sitting in front of a TV for 3.5 hours dabbling on the lap-top or scanning the Paper, with a football game on..... but its nice to have no more complex or harried an agenda than that once a week or so.

And Mistress spread herself next to me on the couch, enjoying our time together, though she is no football fan.

She was reading her kindle and napping, her feet in my lap, a blanket spread over her. Cuddled together, we were grateful to have dodged the temptation to drive up to the game. It was cold, blustery and snowing. Yuck.

Somewhere in the 3rd quarter, my left hand couldn't help but slide under the blanket to confirm what I suspected.... no panties under that nighty she had slid into after her shower.

So as my team held off a 4th quarter rally by the team from Utah, Slave used his highly skilled fingers to tease those clean shaven folds. Mistress acts like nothing's happening, keeping to her kindle. But within a few minutes her body tensed, and those little soft moans of hers made it clear that Slave had successfully multi-tasked once again.