Mistress Can't Resist

We have been enjoying time on the mountain, and with our sometimes grumpy and contrarian daughter here in the Southwest. The weather has been unusually warm - good for sunbathing in the yard - but a little hard on the snow.

Of course sometimes the close proximity of our college girl can get a little troublesome.

"I think I've called you "slave" a couple of times when she might have heard, slave...."

"Hopefully she had her ear buds on, or was too busy texting to pay attention. I mean, parents are boring, right?"

Then there was last night, at a local watering hole, where one of our favorite local performers holds court behind the piano (and mandolin and guitar) every Wednesday night.  It' the sort of place where people share tables, dance, and enjoy time with family, friends and strangers, who won't stay "strange" for long.

By the end of the evening we were chatting up a family - A Father-in-law, son-in-law and his cute young daughter at the adjoining table, in town for some spring skiing.  The older man - mid-50's or so, was some buff, gregarious, and apparently prosperous real estate developer from Tulsa, more than happy to talk about his many holding here, there and everywhere. And he was clearly focused on Mistress, who was, as always, the hottest babe in the room, dressed in a black dress, tights and cowboy boots, accented by some of her turquoise jewelry.

Mistress was clearly enjoying the flirt.... egging the guy on a bit with her engaging smile and questions about his art collection.... apparently they share a favorite local artist.

You could tell our cute Co-Ed was a little taken aback by all this, listening as this fellow boasted about his wealth and lifestyle to impress the hot babe in the black dress who happened to be her Mom.

Slave just sat back, nursed an IPA and enjoyed the music and relished watching Mistress have her fun with Mr. Real Estate Tycoon.

By the end of the evening, he was making sure he had our contact information. I gave him my card because Mistress was cardless, but I suspect it wasn't me he was thinking about when he said "you all need to fly out to Tulsa some weekend and I can show you the town!"

Afterwards, when our daughter was rolling her eyes about her mom spending so much time chatting up her latest admirer, Mistress chalked it up to "marketing".

"You never no where your next client will come from...."

Or cuckolder, for that matter.

Spring Comes to the Sangres

The WC asked the other day whether we still have snow on our ski mountain here up the road from our SW hideaway.  Thanks to a big dump in late February, there is still plenty of snow up top, though the bright sunshine and warm temperatures is starting to reduce the base from 82 inches a week ago to about 70 now....

So there is plenty left for us to enjoy for the next week or so.

But the big difference is down here on our patio, where it has seemed like summer this week. And as you might expect,   Mistress has fully exploited the change of season.

Here she was only a month ago, when the temps were colder, "sunning" in her black tights:

But yesterday afternoon, following several bracing hours on the slopes, Mistress stripped down for some sun, without the bed of snow that was there on our last trip:

Of course, the undies were a nod of discretion to our cute Co-Ed.

"If she wasn't here, Slave..... I would have ditched the undies too...."

By around 5 pm Mistress had enough sun, and we adjourned to our bed for a short "nap". And after 40 or so winks, we were able to keep our string of "two-a-days" alive for the 4th day in a row.

Mistress was particularly tasty as her Slave took a tour through those lush clean shaven folds with my lips and tongue, and she indulged me with an opportunity to take my own pleasure once I had done my job.

Who doesn't love spring?

Rising to the Occasion

Mistress and Slave made it to our SW hideaway Friday evening, with cute co-ed #2 in tow.

We were a little surprised she wanted to spend spring break with her boring parents out here in the high desert. It certainly isn't anything that her Mom or Dad would have done back in their day -- "a week with the parents?  No way!" would have been our reaction.

While it's good to spend time with her, she does have a tendency to whine and argue a bit. One example: she gets annoyed that her parents post her photo on facebook, like when I took a shot of Domme and Domme in training in their ski costumes.

"You post so much!  I like to have some privacy! I don't want the world to know what I'm doing all the time"

Mistress tried to explain that we too have a zone of privacy.

"Believe me, dear.... we don't put everything we do on facebook!"

Of course, we didn't mention our other life, here at UCTMW, where boring Mom is a sexual super-hero, and annoying Dad is her clumsy if endearing sidekick.

Of course, with our daughter in the house things will have to be a little more furtive than we prefer. But so far we seem to be working around that. And it helps that her bedroom is on the other side of our little adobe hideaway.

Yesterday morning, we were able to get in some much needed wake-up sex, something that had been shelved on Friday due to an early flight.

Then, after a first day on the slopes, and some sunning on our patio, we adjourned to our bedroom for "nap time". Rest assured that Slave rose to the occasion and made sure that Mistress had something worth waking up to before we took our little Co-Ed out for dinner!

On the Road

Mistress and slave are hunkered down at DFW right now, grinding out some work, and waiting for our connecting flight to our SW hideaway.

As you can see, Mistress decided to grant a boon to her slave: wearing tights and a skirt to tease out tights season just a few more days, rather than sliding into some jeans for our journey.

I really am pampered, aren't I?

I realize we've been a little too busy and I forgot to post an "after action" report on Mistress's Wednesday afternoon rendezvous with her lover Jay.

He's been busy too, with some family and child care challenges, and work of his own. But it sounds they had a very "productive" use of their 90 minutes together.

"It was a lot of action packed into a small period of time Slave... He even fucked me up against the wall...."

Now that required some follow up question.

"How did that work, Mistress...."

"He had me stand on this little stool at first.... and then it just flowed from there..."

Needless to say, Mistress was pretty worn out at the end of the day, but she still agreed to go on a bike ride with me. Now that's a Mistress devoted to her Slave's well being.

Sadly, our early departure this morning precluded any wake-up nooky. So my chance to slide my hand along Mistress's strong and shapely tights' clad thighs is all the action I've had since Thursday morning.

With our daughter joining us on this trip, it may not be until after dark tonight that I finally get a chance to engage in anything more than longing looks and innocent fondles.

Hopefully I can make it that long!