It was one of those seasons where we somehow caught the good weather karma, avoiding the bitter cold that sometimes descends for a week or two on our favorite ski hill. Instead we got plenty of sun, and a tad of slush in this last week of our season.
After we took our daily quota of runs, we headed back to our hideaway, giving Mistress a final afternoon of intense high desert sunshine before our return to the soggy heartland.
Fortunately, there was plenty of time left after Mistress's sun session for a nap, and then the last of our holiday "two-a-days". After I had a chance to worship Mistress's clean shaven folds, she exercised her right to have a little more fun.
"I'm going to ride my cock now, Slave...."
And ride she did, to at least one more cum before her loyal Slave took his own pleasure.
That evening we drove back up the mountain for a lively music session, where locals and out-of-towners mingled in an ageless old rathskellar, dancing their Tuesday night away. It was a great way for us to cling to the fading ski season for one last night.
On the plane ride home yesterday, we resignedly made plans for a few months of heartland dreary. At least the temperatures have finally warmed, the gray remnants of all that snow finally seem to have melted, and there were some flowers poking up through our brown yard when we pulled into the drive.
And Mistress at least has the arms of her lover Jay to console her.
"Jay seems happy I'm headed home Slave....when I texted that I was heading East he asked 'when are you going to come see me?'"
So at least there are some benefits in re-establishing our hometown routines.
Do you still make it a point to have orgasms on travel days?
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