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.

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A Day In the (Self-Quarantine) Life

Out here at our SWH life has taken on a familiar and contented routine these last few weeks.  Slave wakes up earlier than Mistress, brews some coffee, settles down with his laptop, maybe to do a little work, communicate with family, and update the blog.

Mistress typically wakes after the sun rises and calls on her slave for his service-- first with coffee, then, after some lolling in bed, our daily "wake-up sex.  You can see her here in post-coital mode, in one of those skimpy outfits acquired over the years.  (There are quite a few by now).













Once we are out of bed, there are some domestic chores to attend consider.  We have been on a rather effective low-carb diet of late.  But Mistress still has a sweet tooth. So she's taken to baking some very tasty but non-sugar cookies.  Here she is whipping up a new batch.  No need for a bath robe here.  I must say that I've never seen someone wield an electric mixer with such allure!

















Once the sun is high enough in the sky, it's time for our daily exercise.  Our Governor's order says we should stay at home, but allows for socially distant exercise in the great outdoors.  For us, sometimes it's  hiking or snow shoeing.  But more typically a long bike ride along some familiar routes with lots of hill climbs to get the blood pumping.  Here she is at the top of one of those long hills,  with an impressive vista in the background.  She definitely has a thing for tie-dye.

Exercise behind us -- and after some annoying work related calls - it's time for a little lunch and relaxation out on our patio.  Even if temperatures are barely breaking 50, the sun is warm at this altitude (about 7300 ft.) and Mistress has nothing to hide,  since our neighbors are off in the distance. So she strips down to black undies, with a Mexican blanket handy to wrap herself in if the sun hides behind an occasional cloud, or the FedEx Man drops by to ask for a signature.



If Mistress had to choose between me and her Kindle during a "stay at home" order I am not confident what the choice would be.......

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