I told her not to go out. The snow is so thick, and the road outside our drive is listed as ‘unpassable’, yet still she insisted.
That girl has dedication to her fingertips. We ran out of coffee, and, well, we drink loads of it, and the nearest supply is my pub in the village. So, wrapped up to the nines, off she trudged. Since she was wearing white padded pants and jacket along with white boots, I lost sight of her well before she reached the end of our driveway.
Two hours later she was back, clutching a large sack of coffee. She was absolutely blue with cold. She was so cold, she couldn’t even let go of the sack of coffee until I’d warmed her hands. Eventually, her fingers uncurled enough to drop the coffee sack, and I gently peeled her in front of the fire in my den.
And yes, I was the very model of restraint, especially when I got her stripped down to her panties. She sat close to the fire in her underwear, and slowly her blue lips began to look more normal.
I have a sheepskin ‘thrown’ over my den chair, and I took this and placed it around Dani’s shoulders. I instructed her NOT to move from by the fire and told her I’d be back with some hot chocolate. In this house, Hot Chocolate is exactly that. It’s not powdered, it’s a high quality chocolate that we melt over a water bath. Some double cream is added but not totally blended in more streaked in. The result is a rich, very warming drink.
It took me a while to find the pan, bring the water to a boil, find a Pyrex bowl, and melt the chocolate down which, since it had been in the fridge took some time to melt and get warm.
And then finally I had it made. So….back to the den…..I shoved the door open using my bum since my hands were occupied with the tray, entered the room, turned around……to find Dani exactly as I left her, except with her hand shoved into her panties. I froze where I was, and Dani locked eyes with me but didn’t stop. I guess she must have been really close because in what seemed like only seconds, I saw her cum in her panties,
Don’t ask me why, but of all the sexual sights I’ve seen, including both genders, what hint a girl cum in her panties was, is, and always shall be that most erotic of all sights.
She didn’t say a word until half of her drink had gone. Then she said “I’m sorry….I……I could…smell you on this.” She indicated the sheepskin throw, and it was my turn to blush. I had sat on that, naked, only last night, and rubbed one out. I didn’t think I’d squirted, but then I don’t always feel it.
So….Dani warms up. You’d be proud of me. Even with my nose, happily dissecting Dani’s cum scent out of my own, I still didn’t dive between her legs and try to lick her out…..
…..but mere words cannot express how much I wanted to!
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