High Desert Haze

Our days have been sliding by way too quickly here in the High Desert. I woke up this morning realizing that I had been so caught up in the lazy but seemingly busy days we've had here that I have let down our readers.... The medicinal value of some "edibles" acquired on our way through Colorado seems to have kept us in a very mellow mood, but, sadly, also has seemed to make our time here fly by even more quickly.

Let me briefly report that Mistress seems to have reached her tanning apex, lounging on our patio, conference calling and texting clients in the buff.  I guess she should be grateful they haven't demanded a video conference.

"After this the sunning season is over, Slave...."

Well at least no one can say she left a square inch of that lovely body back in the locker room!

There was a brief panic on Tuesday.  The local electrical Co-Op, which features very low rates and equally low service levels, went dark on us around 9 am, just as we were about to plunge into the shortened work week.  That meant no power, no internet, and no water, since we have a well with an electric pump.  It was a perfectly beautiful day, so they couldn't blame a lightening strike.

Ultimately the cracker jack repair crew arrived in our "neighborhood".  Mistress was almost caught in the buff by 2 of them as they wandered up our dusty "driveway" to examine our power box and meter.  Mistress had to scramble to wrap herself in a towel or the crew would have gotten an eyeful of her lush curves!

Ultimately they got our power back on by 4 pm, after much digging and an apparent midday siesta.

Then there was an amusing incident Monday evening at a local bar, where we went for dinner and some music. Setting off to fetch drinks and order, I left Mistress at  our table, one of those stool level high-tops amidst others, with a nice view of the mountains. When I finally returned with her tequila on the rocks and my IPA, I found her in the company of  two guys, engineers for the local cable company, who must have thought they had struck gold - a hot babe flying solo here in the high dessert.

I could tell Mistress was enjoying the attention - they had some shared professional experiences. I could also tell that the guys were mentally wrestling with the notion of who between them got first dibs.

They clearly were disappointed when old Mick showed up, turning their would be sexual oasis into a frustrating mirage.  But they did stick around and we enjoyed their company until the music started.  They made sure Mistress had their contact information in case they could find some mutual "work" to do in the future.

One seemed to be Mistress's type. I suspect she will be dropping an email to him,  if only for professional purposes.

That's all for now.... the sun is up, there are some wake-up sex rituals to perform, and then the 2nd day of a local music festival to enjoy.  We have only 3 more days left here before the long trek home. Unless we decide to pack it in and not go home ever again.

Sex Caddy

As anticipated, Mistress and slave woke up rather stiff and sore following our 7 hour Sunday odyssey up and down the neighborhood mountain.  And while we managed to work our way through our wake-up sex rituals, I think we would both admit it wasn't our best effort.

Sometimes you just have to enjoy the moment, and not try to set records or personal bests, right?  At least I can testify that despite aching limbs and feet I "got her done".

We had decided to take Labor Day off - no exercise and no professional work - and we pretty much stuck to that path. But slave did do a little stuccoing on our low adobe wall separating our patio from the wilds beyond.  Meanwhile Mistress was sunning herself au naturale, giving slave something to admire as I spread that sticky brown goo on sun bleached walls.

Admiring Mistress's glistening body from only a few feet away, I decided it made sense to provide a bonus cum to make amens form my less than focused efforts of the morning.  Without Mistress noticing, I found her hitachi inside, hooked it up to the long extension cord we had been using to play the radio, and silently proceeded the the side of her chaise, proferring to her the little electric wand with the big white bulb at the end.

I was sort of like the aging but experienced professional golf caddy, who's job it it to anticipate his boss's next club choice even before the golfer realized what club he wanted for the next crucial shot. I figured Mistress, after all that sun worship, was ready for the sort of sexual interlude that only her favorite power tool could deliver.

Mistress reacted with a start to me standing there, hitachi in hand, pulling her eyes away from her kindle.

"I thought you could use this, Mistress....."

And although I had distracted her from her book, she didn't seem to mind in the least. But unlike the well trained caddy, I didn't hand her the "tool".  Instead, with a nob from her, I applied it gently but firmly to those sun soaked clean shaven folds.  Mistress spread her thighs just a tad, then embraced that big white bulb as I switched it on to the "low" setting.

Mistress closed her eyes, focusing on the insistent vibrations attacking her tender bits. Soon her hips were shifting in rhythm to the device, and only about 30 seconds later asked her slave for permission to cum.  Who was I to forestall her pleasure?

Once Mistress seemed fully satisfied, she murmured in a way that seemed to say "enough", and slave turned off the device, putting it away for its next use.

I think I at least helped Mistress hit a birdie on that particular hole.

Summiting Sunday

Mistress and slave did our labor day weekend laboring yesterday, climbing the highest mountain in the state, which you can see the top of from our hideaway's back yard.

Fortunately, slave got to enjoy some wake up sex with Mistress before we left the house at around 8 am, because my aging bones barely had the strength to roll over in bed once our trek was over. According to my know it all I-phone we had covered more than 10 miles, about 30,000 steps and the equivalent of 131 flights of stairs. But as Mistress noted, there should be an asterisk saying we did it all at above 10,000 feet, stumbling over a lot of loose rock. (That's Mistress up ahead of me, approaching the summit, at about !3,200 ft.).

"Remind me why we do this, Mistress?", I mumbled while gulping down a couple of ibuprofin chased by a very much appreciated pale ale at a local bar adjacent to the nearby ski valley.

"Because it's there, slave?"

Or maybe just to prove that we still CAN do it.

In any event the trails were pretty crowded because of the holiday weekend. The summit was packed with about 30 people, mostly a lot younger than slave. I recalled our experience one time up there, when it was so private that Mistress enjoyed some high altitude worship with only the scavenging chipmunks to witness.

Mistress would have to wait for that until we stumbled  back into  our hideaway, 7 hours after her morning cums.

I was impressed with her patience.

Earth Porn?

Mistress and slave have been enjoying some cool, high dessert weather since our arrival here at our hideaway. Fortunately, several of the a little too annoying "friends" who sometimes clutter the scene here are back in Texas, keeping our social calendar open for romantic dinners and music. Like last night , where we dined at a cozy Italian bistro where they serve Mistress the gluten free pizza she has been craving all summer.

Top it with Artichokes and goat cheese and Mistress seems on the verge of orgasmic.

"I think you like that gluten free pizza as much as a good fucking from Jay, Mistress...."

"Hmmmm..... well, almost, Slave, almost....."

In Jay's absence, slave has been doing his workmanlike best to keep Mistress sexually amused.  We had our traditional wake up sex Friday morning, and  I surprised her by rising to the occasion againyesterday afternoon, following a nice, extended nap.

As we rested in our bed, storm clouds looming outside, we both turned to our ubiquitous lap tops to catch up on what was happening in the real world.... or at least the glossy, faux real world that folks create for themselves on facebook.

You know what I mean.... we all do it.  Mistress and slave tend to post photos when we are off on seemingly exotic vacations - like the sunset above taken from our front yard here.  I often post cute pics of Mistress when we are out to eat, with her toasting the camera with a glass of wine.  I suppose it's a little cruel  to tweek all of our FBFs out there, showing them what a hot wife I have, or showing Mistress's lady friends how much her husband fawns over her.

I can hear them now, nagging their less clever hubbies:  "how come you never post fawning pics of me at trendy restaurants like Mick Collins does of Molly".

Poor saps.

Anyway, we have a friend who recently "discovered" facebook, and is catching up for lost time.  But instead of posting cute photos of her vacations, or dog, or any thing personal, she just repeatedly re-posts photos of idyllic vistas taken by other people. And she seems to do it over and over again, every 20 minutes or so....

"It's 'earth porn' slave.... "

Of course, slave is a little clueless sometime.  I'd never heard that phrase....

"What's earth porn?"

"It's like 'food porn'.... you know, pretty pics of fancy meals, but this is pretty pics of nature...."

Dumb.  I can see posting pics you've taken yourself, but why post other people's photos just to clutter up my facebook feed? And, come to think of it,  what's wrong with wife porn.....like this pretty pic of Mistress sunbathing:

What a shame I'm not allowed to post that on facebook... it would really get our FBFs' knickers in a twist!