“Yea I’m com-,” I opened the door to a snowy woodland scene. “Ing?” There was nobody there. Baffled, I looked left and right in hopes that just maybe I could see who or whatever it was scurrying off. Merely snow and bare trees devoid of their foliage were all I could see. Knock, knock. Just when I closed the door, again I could hear knocks, without hesitation I swung the door opened. Standing at less than a foot, was a squirrel with an acorn in his clutches. I guess my abrupt answer frighten and dropping its treat, it scampered away into the woods. I shook my head with a smile turning around, closing the door behind me.
Back in the kitchen, I finished getting the food ready pouring half a cup of morning coffee. I added spice and topped it with whipped cream, my infamous Christmas coffee, the wife loves it. Only here in the cabin do I bless her taste buds with this special mug of joe, and to make it even more commemorable; I always pour it into the handcrafted Christmas mugs we made on our very first date together. Kassidy wrote “Mr. Nice” on one and I did “Mrs. Naughty” on the other, both in Christmas themed writing.
Kassidy had just finished her shower when I stepped into the room with a tray full of food. The bouquet of a southern cooking crammed the air with nostalgia. Placing the tray on the bed I walked into the bathroom, Kassidy was standing in front of the double-wide mirror moisturizing her beautiful coffee with cream skin. Wrapping my hands around her voluptuous waist, I held her close exhaling the aroma of her sweet bath and bodywork lotion. That sensual Amber always knows how to get my blood rushing. I rubbed my dick against her ass through layers of black sweats and lace trim kimono robe. Undoing the front of her robe, I trailed my hands up across her breast. Fondling her supple nipples between the middle and index of my fingers. I watched us in the reflection of the mirror as I took my other hand down your abdomen, the sight of your Tiger stripes just made the view so much sexier, I was on a solid ten now. I stroked my fingers to and fro across the wetness of her slit.
“Yes, King, Yessssss.” Kassidy hissed between the moans and groans of her pleasure. Kassidy rocked backward and forward, riding my fingers. I stopped playing with her breast taking hold her neck, whispering just how much I love her into her ear. Our lips braced one another, tongues playing back and forth;