(Un)Sheltered in Place

We are grateful that in these days of "stay at home" orders we are not house bound in our River City high-rise, where we might be relegated to our tiny little balcony when it comes to fresh air and sunshine (a rarity this time of year in River City, even under the best of circumstances).

Here Mistress can peel off some layers and lounge on our patio when the sun is out, even though temperatures are only in the upper 40's and 50's.  That high altitude sunshine warms her silky skin nicely.

Just have to be careful in case the Fed Ex man makes an unexpected foray beyond our front door!

Meanwhile, we've settled into a rather laid back days -- leisurely mornings in bed interrupted with some wake up sex, some remote work, a bike ride or hike, lounging on the patio with a book in the afternoon, a later afternoon nap, some post nap worship, etc.  Last night there was dinner on our front porch for a seductive sunset, then a little TV before bedtime.

Not too tough a quarantine regimen for these apocalyptic times.

But we know that some of you out there are not so lucky.  Maybe you have an "essential" job and don't have the luxury of sheltering in place.  Maybe you've lost your job and are worried about paying your rent or mortgage. Maybe you are at home with small kids, trying to be their substitute teacher while doing your job from home too, like two of our daughters.

So if we can entertain and amuse in some small way --- we will try to do our part here at the UCTMW World HQ!

Cuckold Meme of the Day

Discrete Public Sex.....Mistress "switches teams".

As the final installment of our discussion of risky sexual behaviors, inspired by Mistress's correspondent back in River City, we flashback to the Clinton era. In those day,  Mistress worked for a large company and often traveled to our nation's capitol and other cities around the country for her job.

That's how she met Kate.  Discussing Kate brings me back to a  picture I've seen  from an elegant evening  event. Kate's standing in a group that included Mistress and several of their associates.  Kate is taller than Mistress (making her around 5'9 or so), slender, long dark hair. Both are in slinky dresses suitable for cocktail hour. Both have long legs, displayed by dresses that end several inches above their knees. And Kate is glancing sideways at Mistress with what can only be described as raw lust in her eyes.  But maybe that's just my imagination?

Nevertheless, let's go back to our recent dialog while laying in bed the other morning as we strolled down sexually naughty memory lane.....

"So what about Kate, Mistress.... wasn't there a scene you once described where she did you with her toes in a restaurant?"

"Hmmmm..... oh yes.... that was a good one."

'Where was that....."

"At a restaurant in DC.... we were both there for some sort of industry dinner....."

This must have been a two night (or more) trip, freeing them up for an intimate dinner for two.

Mistress and Kate first "hooked up" while at another meeting, in Cleveland. Kate was married, just like Mistress at the time.  This was Mistress's first (reported to me) encounter with a woman.  But apparently not Kate's. Somehow things just ....evolved t.... hat evening.

"We were drinking at the hotel bar.  She was clearly flirting with me....and somehow we ended up back in my room..... I remember when we got inside that she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me.... "

"did she undress you Mistress?"

"No.  I undressed myself".

"Why you little vixen!"

"I was a little drunk, slave..... and she was very aggressive.  I guess I just went for it that night...."

They ended up sharing a bed that night, and  things evolved between them from there, with a series of encounters in various cities over several years.

So back to that restaurant in DC.

"So you were having dinner and...."

"And she started teasing me with her foot, running it up my leg..... promoting me with her toes to spread my legs....."

"And you cooperated?"

"Why not..... it was hot....."

I'm not sure why this was important to me, probably my own tights fetish, but I asked....

"Was she wearing hose, Mistress.... or were her legs bare?"

"Hose, slave....."

"And what about you?"

"Naked, slave....."

"Undies?"

"No undies....."

"Really..... why was that?"

"I guess I was being a tease, slave. Sometimes undies just get in the way."

Clearly the two of them knew where things were headed that evening....but Kate decided to start a little early.

"So she began stroking your folds (they weren't clean shaven in those days) with her hose covered toes?"

"exactly slave....."

"Did she make you come that way?"

"What do you think?"

I could imagine Mistress slowly succumbing to Kate's toes, first with some amused resistance, but then, as she persisted, beginning to undulate her hips against Kate's  persistent assault until she gasped with submission and release.  Hot.

"How did you react when you came, Mistress?"

"I was pretty timid about it slave.... we were in public, after all....."

"So what happened afterwards, Mistress....."

"Back to one of our rooms.... there was lots of oral sex that night....."

As their lives and jobs evolved, there were fewer opportunities for the two hotties to get together, and they lost touch.  Bummer.  But at least there are some good (and sexually inspirational) stories from those days to kindle our imaginations.

They are nice to reach back to in these days of social distancing.... thanks to Drew for the inspiration for this stroll down memory lane!

Not So Discrete Public Sex....Down By the River Edition

After she read yesterday's  blog, and before we plunged into our Saturday morning "wake up" sex, Mistress chuckled.

"Ohhh.... a cliffhanger?"

She was referring to my teaser about her encounters with Kate, many years back.  And in case a dozen or so of you are waiting with baited breath to hear that yarn, you are just going to have to wait one more day.

Because yesterday we brought our out door sex adventures into a new decade.

When we woke Saturday,  temperatures had dropped, the wind had picked up, and sun was breaking through high, fluffy clouds. A little too cold for the bike ride we had planned, but plenty nice for a long hike deep into a nearby canyon.

All bundled up, we headed down the trail to the confluence of the Rio Grande and another, less notorious river.  Other locals were out on the trail, keeping their 6 foot distance, but enjoying the outdoors in a way denied to too many of our friends and family back in the east and midwest. We feel for all of you!

At the end of the trail, the river valleys spread out into a camp ground and a maize of rocky game trails along the banks.  There was also a parking lot, for those who chose not to take the 2 mile hike to enjoy the view. So we were hardly alone.

But we were game.

"How about we find a place for some worship, Mistress?  No reason why our adventures have to be in the past tense."

Mistress was intrigued.

"But what about all these people, slave...."

We really didn't see more than 20 all day.  But there were some parked cars in sight.

"Hopefully we can time it right....there's a rock for you to perch on right there", I pointed.

But just as Mistress was ready to succumb to temptation, another car arrived, a family alighted, and plunged into the weeds and rocks only 10 yards or so from us, in search of the river bank. Our  planned debauchery would no longer be so private after all.

"Hmmm..... how about we head in that direction", I pointed, grabbing my back pack and leading Mistress deeper into the maize, crossing a narrow wash,  in search of some privacy and another perch.

We settled on a moss covered rock not far from the shore of a churning tributary.  Mistress slid down her hiking paints and silky black undies, and perched.

"Better get to it slave....."

Mistress spread her legs as far as pants and undies allowed. I knelt, and got to work with lips and tongue, applying the  oral skills acquired from decades of devotion.  I figured it was cold out, and the not unsubstantial risks of discovery might mean that it could take Mistress several minutes to achieve my orgasmic objective.

Boy, was I wrong.

Within what seemed  no more than 30 seconds, Mistress had grabbed my hair,  pulled me deeper into the her folds, shuddered and softly moaned in a way that signaled her release.

(Mistress has never been a 'screamer', at least not with me).

"Wow.  That was fast Mistress....."

As she caught her breath, and pulled up her pants she softly laughed.

"I guess you had me a little wound up already, with all that talk about 'public sex' and what you planned to do slave...."

"So the pump was primed...."

"So it seems... I was pretty wet down there by the time you got to work....."

Apparently this old pampered house slave can still deliver, whether in public or in private.