Powder Day

The snow kept falling up on our local ski mountain all through Saturday and most of Sunday, leaving behind a total of about 27 much needed  inches over the three day of this lovely storm. By 8 am the parade of cars from all the local "powder hounds" was streaming past our little hideaway.

But as savvy skiers, we knew there was no rush. It would take more than a few hours for the intrepid ski patrollers to blast away potential snow slides to make the mountain safe for skiers. So we spent a little more quality time in our little chunk of paradise. Mistress was pleased when she saw me pull out and plug in the spare power tool we keep here for just such occasions. And it seemed to have an even more potent (and speedy) impact on her clean shaven folds. Soon it was she who was asking permission to cum. Who would I be to deny her the pleasure of a power assisted release of all that sexual energy?

After some time in front of the fire, we headed up the mountain. The crowds and powder were thick, and the snow was damp and heavy on our legs, after 9 consecutive days of skiing. So we made it a shorter day than typical.... "why kill ourselves on the last day of the trip" seemed to be our attitude.

Of course, that left more time for some final R & R here in the hideaway. The fire was blazing, Mistress and Slave got in a final afternoon nap. And just before sunset the sun finally popped out from the crowds, lighting up the mountain that had been hidden by snow clouds for three days:

Sadly, we head back to River City today, where they've had their latest snowmageddon over the weekend. Somehow snow is not the same there, where it backs up traffic and covers sidewalks rather than creates recreational and agricultural opportunity!

So I'd better get back in bed quickly with Mistress to squeeze out one last chance for wake-up sex before we take that long road back to the heartland.