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.

A Sensual SW Saturday

Saturdays are always special here in our SW hideaway.

We know there will be no insistent ringing phones, texts or emails demanding our time and focus from  offices and clients  back in River City.

Instead, it's a day reserved only for Mistress, her devoted Slave and our sensual pursuits.

It started with some slow, unhurried wake up sex in our bed room, with early light filtering through the clouds gathering over the mountain. When we finally came up for air, and we certainly exceeded the generous state average elapsed time,  there was still time left over to laze in bed, read books and listen to the snow report on the radio.

It was actually raining here in our moisture starved valley when we left for the ski mountain. But up top it was beginning to snow.... adding through the day another 14 inches of luxurious powder to what had come on Thursday. That new snow, sticking to our goggles and jackets, created a soft pillowy cushion for our skis, and  provided the best skiing of the year for us, particularly back in the trees, which blocked the chilling wind and provided some shelter from the crowds of locals who suddenly remembered it was still ski season.

Mistress always says that the best part of the ski day is our "rest time" before any evening activities begin. So back at the hideaway, Slave built a fire in our kiva fireplace, Mistress brewed us some warming tea, and we hunkered down with our kindles for an hour or so in front of the fire, until the day's "stress" called us back to bed.

First, of course, there was a nap.

"I love naps, Slave."

Who can quarrel with that?

But when we both woke from an hour of slumber, Mistress was especially frisky.

After Slave made sure Mistress had her starter cum by applying devoted lips and tongue to their highest and best use, she did some extensive cock riding, which seemed to generate a couple of more well expressed orgasms. Then, seemingly sated, she rolled over to indulge Slave's work-a-day cock. When the time came, she generously gave her slave permission to cum as well.

With all those calories burned on and off the slopes, It seemed only fair to indulge Mistress in her favorite local delicacy. So there was another round of spelt pizza topped with mushrooms and goat cheese, with a little left over for Mistress's Sunday breakfast.

By now Mistress was throwing off enough pheromones that I could swear the cute little waitress with the short blonde hair and elaborate tattoos kept returning to our table to chat Mistress up, reminding us that she had "served" her at a now closed restaurant several years ago. Mistress got into the swing if it too, asking about those tattoos, and gently handling blondie's well defined biceps as the fawning waitress explained the history of each one, and how the most recent had been particularly painful.

I was a little surprised when Mistress didn't offer to kiss it and make it better. It sure seemed to be what the blonde was soliciting. I almost asked Mistress if she wanted to invite blondie back home for a night cap, so she could discover whether there were any more tattoos in less conspicuous places.

Over at  All Mine, Suzanne has sometimes mentioned the impertinent little "Party Flirt" that chats up Tammy at neighborhood parties. Maybe blondie will be titled the Pizza Flirt if we encounter her again at Mistress's favorite Pizza joint!