Nature snuggles under her thick white blanket. Those who can are hibernating in their little nests in the corners of barns, or holes in the ground, while those who can’t forage at night, leaving their tracks along hedge lines.
Our boots make a soft crunch as we tread through the fresh snow. We’re arm in arm and chatting easily watching out breath steam in the cold air. I dug out my old school kilt for our walk. Not for any sexual reason. They stretch down to mid-calf, and I’ll say this for them, they were warm. (Too warm in the summer.) New winter coats, a present to each other at Christmas, scarves, Woolley hats and the promise of one of Dani’s ‘orgasm in a mug’ hot chocolates when we get back. She uses an old early Victorian recipe and when I say ‘hot chocolate’, that’s exactly what it is, pure solid chocolate, melted, with a little milk and cream added and it is simply heaven in a mug.
We pass the small wood that marks the boundary of our land, and I smile to myself as I see ‘the tree’. This is where I first got Emily to strip naked outdoors. I knelt at her feet at this tree and made her cum in my mouth. Then again, it’s also the tree she made me bend forward against and finger-fucked me mercilessly from behind by way of retaliation. Happy days!
We walk on and I shiver. What on earth possessed me? I’m naked under my kilt! No tights, no panties. The memory of that tree and being here with my wife has, of course, made me wet, and the cold air is nipping at me which isn’t helping matters.
Meanwhile, Miss Brain is sitting comfortably in front of a roaring fire, thoroughly enjoying my discomfiture. “Hmm…imagine if you had a little outdoor pee on this fresh, virgin snow.” She sits back with a self-smatisfied, smug grin and watches as my clit jumps immediately in response. I haven’t done anything like that for a long, long time. No panty-wetting, and certainly not outdoors. Now, of course, it’s all I want to do! Bugger!
Not content with that, Miss Brain sees the first of three old (very old, actually) flint-walled barns coming up. They’re unused of course, but I believe there are preservation orders on them, or are simply too expensive to knock down. They’ve stood there for hundreds of years, so they are very strongly built. They had to withstand attack as well as store food. Miss Brain gives me a picture of Emily and I naked in the hayloft enjoying one another, and I know that in high summer, we most certainly shall do it out here. The thing is, I’d rather like to do it now! Fuck!
My thoughts are purely sexual now, so much so that I’m not listening to what Emily is saying. She says “Hey…what are you thinking about,…as if I didn’t know!” She does, of course…..know, that is. “Go on. I’d love to watch.”
I have learned how to work these kilts through years of practice. Undo the pin, and a quick flick at the back and it lies on the snow straight out behind me as I squat. The front of my kilt gathered into my lap. No panties means nothing to grasp at knee level, and if I squat fully, I pee forward. This isn’t sexual…well…it is….but it is….naughty, and I realise that’s how I feel….naughty.
Oh. My. God! Where did that memory come from? Hazel! A member of our panty-flashing club. I remember her listening to me holding forth about panty-peeing and trying it on the walk home! Wow! That memory was deeply buried in the mists of time. She had done it, although not very much, and then shoved her hand down her waistband and moved it rapidly. “Shaking the drips off” I thought at the time since her hand was only there for a few seconds, but suddenly I realised….she was rubbing one out! Doing it had made her so horny she only needed a few rapid movements. I remembered her flushed face and thought it was to do with her peeeing but now….Miss Brain laughs openly in my face. “Anna, you can be so fucking dense at times!”
And then Emily stops walking and turns to face me. She places her hands either side of my face and pulls me towards her and kisses me in a way that makes the entire world disappear. There’s only me and her. One hand leaves my face and finds the slit in the kilt beneath which is my slit. Expert fingers find my clit and in seconds, just like Hazel, I’m cumming into her hand. I feel girl cum running down my legs which is nice, but swiftly becomes cold.
I reach for her but she stops me. “Let’s go home. I’ve got another of these blasted headaches.” She’s had a lot of migraines over Christmas. She works so hard in the winter months, and I do worry that she’s overdoing it. The doctor has given her tablets, but they don’t seem to do much at all. Tig thinks we should have an MRI done to be sure there’s no other cause for the headaches. “Sure, there’s loads of things it can rule out….sinus problems…aneurisms…” I had stopped her there. It was getting scary. So far Em has resisted this, but I think we should do it. Better to know that not know.
Back home, I put her to bed before climbing in beside her. She will sleep now, and there’s no better place in the world than holding her in my arms.
I feel her breathing deepen and know she is asleep. My own mind turns to my businesses. Fourteen coffee shops! Wow! That first little experiment that my dad helped me with has certainly taken root. My pub, now that’s a monumental risk. I’m free from being tied to one brewery now, and I can do pretty much what I like with it, although I am new to the licensing business. The pub side is ticking over, in fact we’re doing better business now there’s a range of real ales in stock. We will be opening for food in February, and I already have a chef and a tie-in with the colleges that offer catering courses. We will get a number of culinary students each term, and before you ask, yes, I will pay them. This isn’t labour on the cheap. Bar food in February, and the restaurant opening in March. My chef is newly qualified, but she knows what she’s doing, and she will be on a profit sharing scheme as well. The catering side is separate from the bar sales. I want good basic food to begin with and maybe we will offer more gourmet-style food, but I doubt the market round here will want truffles!
Emily stirs slightly and rolls back towards me. Sometimes her migraines last for hours, other times, they are gone in an hour. I glance at our clock. Almost an hour to the minute. She leans forward and kisses me. “Hey, sexy!” That half whisper is enough to make me cum all on its own. Then she takes my hand and places it in the warmth and wetness between her legs.
“Now….where were we?”
This isn’t rabid, violent sex. I make love to her softly….gently….tenderly…and she cums three times before pinning my hands under the headboard, giving me that gorgeous ‘trapped’ feeling, spreading my legs and kissing down my body. As I feel her breath on my sex, I shiver in delightful anticipation. Her tongue touches me and her fingers enter me. I fight the orgasm that threatens to overwhelm me almost immediately, but we all know how that ends. The harder I fight, the more Miss Brain drops sexual images into my mind until one catches me off guard. It’s a silly one, and not overtly sexy either, but it does the trick. The image is of Emily standing in the utility room with a pair of Dani’s panties in her hand. She just holds them to her face and inhales, closing her eyes in rapture, and it’s that eye closing that does it. I realise how sexy it would be to see Dani and Emily ‘do’ something.
2023. Another year. I wonder what it will bring?
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