Erasing Those Tan Lines.

Mistress and slave had a particularly relaxing weekend here at our SWH.  Saturday there was a long hike down into the Rio Grande gorge, where we read and picnicked on the banks of the river.

Yesterday, there was a relatively early rise for our daily "wake up sex". Some local handy men had warned us they would be over at 9:00 am to finish work on replacing some rusty gutters, and their work would be done just beyond our bedroom windows and door.

After emerging from our bed, Mistress joined me in our living room wearing tight shorts and a fetching sports bra, and plenty of skin showing in between, and below.

"Do you think it's OK if I'm dressed like this on the patio after the handymen arrive, slave?"

"If your goal is distracting them, Mistress....."

"I'm not going to pass up some great sunshine just because some guys are working out back...."
she protested.

Of course, she wouldn't. Mistress is a sunshine addict, and there's no getting between her and some quality rays.  And I suspect she secretly relished the idea of taunting these two younger and very buff guys  with her flat tummy and lucious curves.  She can be quite a tease!  If the guys were commenting on her as she lay seductively on her chaise, just 15 ft away from their project, I couldn't tell. They were speaking a very rapid variety of Spanish to one another.

After they finished the job, Mistress wasted no time losing her shorts and sports bra. "I need to erase those tan lines, slave...."  And as I read a new chronicle of Winston Churchill during WWII, I couldn't help but be distracted by Mistress's full body display.  I even had a chance to snap this photo, with a strategically placed beverage bottle.  Our  handymen would never have completed their task if they had been distracted by this view.

On The 7th Day, Mistress Rested....

Mistress and slave had a long travel day Saturday, complicated by the typical airline snafus that sent us to Detroit, then SLC before settling us down here our SW hideaway. Mistress crashed as soon as we arrived, still a little worn from her Thursday night cock-palooza with JJ her Alpha lover .

Sunday was set aside for just about nothing. Of course there was some wake up sex, with Mistress enjoying a reunion with the Hitachi parked in our dresser drawer here, along with her slave's less demanding cock.  After a bike ride, it was breakfast and them leisure on the patio.

"I think I'm still tender down there, slave and still catching up on lost sleep."

Soon she had parked her kindle and was rolling over for some supplemental Z's.  It was multi-tasking, as she was also working on those re-emerged tan lines.  Here lush curves were too tempting for me. I snapped this photo, and then texted it to her dominant lover:



slave: Still recovering,

JJ: Mmmm.  tasty!  Any local cock to keep stretching my slut?

slave: Not yet. She may have to settle for me for the time being.

Of course, I haven't let the cat out of the bag to JJ re: the suggestion that our Western Correspondent and his wife might "stop by" for some double domme-ing. But that might serve JJ's interest of keeping Mistress in better and more expansive shape for their next get together. He'll be the first to know of the WC's speculation about a trip south comes true.

The rest of the day went just as restfully for poor, tuckered out Mistress.  More sunning. Then a late afternoon nap as the "monsoon" clouds gathered for a sunset storm.  As a chicken roasted in the over we assembled on our front patio, watching the lightning flash from the distant mountains to the west, across the Rio Grande gorge.  It was then that Mistress gave her slave a slight, but well deserved  rebuke.

"You didn't offer to worship, slave....."

"Oops. I guess I got too busy after our nap, Mistress." (Someone had to put that chicken in the oven!)

But I was prepare to remedy my negligence.

"How about right here, Mistress."

She was already stretched out on the love seat on our front porch, in a colorful blue sun dress that barely covered her clean shaven folds. No undies, of course. What's the point of undies on a lazy Sunday?

"Here, slave?"

True, there was an occasional car driving by.  But with a fence and our distance from the highway, what were the odds that anyone would notice a little pre-sunset oral pleasuring?

Mistress hiked up her robe a tad, spread her legs, and slave got to work.  It wasn't long before Mistress's hips bucked and she uttered a little moan of delight in response to my practiced ministrations.

"Good job, slave."

It's always nice to get a pat on the back for a job well done.

In Training

Mistress and slave are "in training". And I'm not talking about Mistress's new lover imposing some sort of long distance discipline on our sexual habits. At least not so far.

No, our training has to do with a long trek and climb we have scheduled for September, guided by that legendary "Mountain Man" that Mistress has had a bit of a crush on for several years.  To prepare, we've had to spend more time hiking and cycling, extending our endurance and strength. The altitude here at our SW hideaway and the nearby mountains also are helpful for our preparation. So we've been getting in a long hike or bike ride everyday here since our arrival.  The relentless sunshine and dry air have been very cooperative.

Sunday we hiked down into the Rio Grande gorge, testing our feet and cardio conditioning for about 4 hours. Yesterday it was a long ride with some bracing hill climbing tossed in.

Of course, it's not all physical rigger of the outdoorsy sort.  Mistress's "lady bits"  seem to have finally recovered from their "abuse" by her large cocked lover, and slave was permitted a "two-a-day" yesterday, with our second coupling occurring after our late afternoon siesta.

And we've squeezed in some work time as well.  Mistress spent yesterday morning on the phone with clients, and she showed me a text exchange with JJ on the subject.

JJ: "What have you been up to today?"

M: "Too much time on conference calls. Boring."


JJ: "What a shame.  You should have been riding my cock to make it more interesting...."

M. "That might be a little distracting."

But it's not been all work, sex  and exercise for Mistress.  She's been able to squeeze in some sunning as well. Which always tempts her slave to snap a photo or two.  I sent this one to JJ yesterday, with Mistress's permission of course. (Note how Mistress's well manicured hand is artfully placed to mask her clean shaven folds. Sometimes less is more, right?)

Slave: "Hard Day at the Office."

JJ: I see that! Very sexy! Getting her beautiful pussy all tan for me."

Slave: "Exactly. Eliminating tan lines."

By the time Mistress sees him again, all those lines should be erased.

HNT / Wildlife Edition

I decided to take the day off from my work email and handyman tasks here at our Mountain hideaway and take a long and strenuous hike to the top of our state - a 13,147 foot peak not too far from our driveway.

It turned out to be a beautiful day on the ascent - I hit the trail at 7 am to avoid those afternoon thunderstorms we've been having here. And as the going got steeper and the air thinner I made sure to stop frequently for a minute or so to catch my breath and take in the amazing views: including big horn sheep in the meadows across from the trail, and lots of cute little Marmot scampering about, like this guy:

It's a long hike - 3.5 hours up - and steep. Very steep, with lots of loose rock to stumble on. It tests an old slave's cardio-vascular system, and for another year I seemed to pass the test. Though I did have my doubts. When I finally made the summit I found myself up there with a young woman who, for the life of me, seemed to have the body double of Mistress at age 26, or so, when I first was smitten by her.

Was this an hallucination? Had I really had some heart attack somewhere on the trail and completed the climb in some other dimension?

She had the same long sexy legs, her tight ass tightly contained by what clingy riding shorts that left little  to the imagination. Her hair was a sun bleached brown. And when the cool breeze at the summit kicked up, the skin on those long legs broke out into some mind boggling goose bumps that called out for a man to hold her tight and warm her up....

"Mistress.... is that you.... have we been reunited in some alternative universe? "
(I hope I didn't say that our loud, but I can't be sure.)

Well apparently it was not an hallucination. Once I caught my breath and my heart beat returned to something comparable to a resting pace, I struck up a conversation: this vision from my past was actually a medical resident from the Denver area, who was young enough to be a middle daughter for me. And while her stunning bod made her a dead ringer for the Molly I met back in 1987, her face was more Chloe Sivigny. Still, not bad.

Shame on you old Slave!

When I briefly lost my balance perched on a rock to take a photo of the amazing view, I made a quick recovery. "Good catch", she said, she mentioning it was good there was a doctor around in case I busted my skull (or something).  Somehow I felt reassured. But I was tempted to consider faking some malady that might require her to conduct an "examination".

She took a photo of me at the top on my camera. And I took a photo of her on my camera. I was tempted to ask her if it was OK for me to "capture" her on my camera, purely for tourism purposes of course. But my training kicked it. We exchanged first names, but Mistress will be happy to know that I made no effort to suggest I "show her around town" last night after our hike was completed... presuming that I survived.

Of course, any interest Slave had in this vision from our past was purely nostalgic!

(No Suzanne, I did not wear the cage on this 7 hour hike.... just to get that question off the table.)

In the meantime, Mistress was having her own adventures in the mysterious East. She sent photos from a  19,000 ft. altittude lake at the border of India and China, including this photo of some Yaks in a nearby pasture:

 

This reminded us of our sojourn to that charming, tricked out  Yurt in Whattheheckitstan a couple of years back, documented in our other blog Mistress and Slave on the Lam. And of course, the WC, who ended up at the wrong end of a Yak out in the shed when he came to visit. The WC has had some health problems of late, and we are worried about him.... please send him good vibes for a rapid recovery. We miss him here.

Finally, some of you drawn by the HNT tag are probably wondering: is all we get Marmots and Yaks.... I want my money back... oh yeah, if this was a pay site, Google would have pulled our plug. So in all fairness, here is a photo of happier times here at the Mountain Hideaway:

Our patio is just not the same without Mistress working on eliminating her tan lines!