Free Story – Winter Flames

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Two girls turn a cold New England winter as blazing as their pussies

             It was a typical New England winter. You couldn’t see the ground for months, and the snow kept falling, melting, and then icing over the roads. The weather didn’t affect my work as a freelance writer, but the grey air did affect my emotions. My introverted nature became even more so, and soon I rarely left the computer except to buy some groceries at a small convenience store near my home.

            The only person I spoke with on a regular basis was the local convenience store manager. Felicia was an attractive woman in her late thirties, about 10 years older than I was. Though a native New Englander, she didn’t fit the stereotyped mold of being reserved. Instead, her warm personality charmed every customer, including me.

            I found myself drawn to her bright smile and clear blue eyes, her medium-length brunette hair, and especially her well-muscled but curvaceous body. As my interest in her grew, I started going to the store every day to pick up an item or two, just so I could see her again and breathe in the vanilla musk she perfumed herself with. Whenever I could, I’d ask for help finding things in order to brush up against her body.

            I had no way of knowing if she shared my interest in women, so I was careful to keep my attentions from becoming too blatant. Then, one day, while I was standing at the magazine rack, surreptitiously watching and fantasizing about her, she caught my eye and headed over to me with a determined look on her face. Had she finally figured out why I was always in her store? Was she offended? Would she demand that I never come back? Droplets of sweat that felt as cold as the ground outside sprang up on the back of my neck.

            Instead, she placed her hands on her succulently curved hips and broke into a wide, knowing smile. “You know, Ivy, you can’t go on living on this convenience-store junk food all winter. You need a good, home-cooked meal for a change. Why don’t you let me fix supper for you tonight?”

That tongue of hers twisted inside me in the shape of a whirlpool

            I was so astonished that I could hardly form the words to answer. “Um. . .sure,” I stammered, while she grinned and wrote out the directions to her place.

            The meal she prepared for me that evening was nothing less than a gourmet feast, though I was almost too tongue-tied to enjoy most of it. But I did feel encouraged when, after we’d cleared away the plates, she invited me onto the sofa for coffee and flipped on her CD player. The mellow voice of k.d. lang filled the room. When I looked up at Felicia, her face was aglow with desire.

            “Just thought I’d set the proper mood,” she whispered, then settled down on the sofa and leaned forward to embrace me. I buried my face in her ample breasts as she kissed my brown curls and stroked my back. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you all these months. Why do you make it so hard to get near you?”

My lips ravished her stiff nipples

            I was still trying to come up with a sensible answer when Felicia’s sensual mouth came down hard on my own. I felt my whole body dissolve into her tight grasp, my mouth melting around her probing tongue. When I finally came up for breath, Felicia’s mouth looked swollen and red, reminding me of my aching pussy-lips.

            Intense lust enveloped me, and I kissed her again. This time, though, my hand went under her fuzzy sweater to her slim waist. With a slow-moving caress, I stroked my way up to the breasts I’d been salivating over for so long, undoing her bra. Her heavy globes fell into my grasp, and her lips went to the nape of my neck. She flicked her tongue over the tiny hairs, sending quivers through my sweating limbs. My pussy raced with excitement.

            From the rapid pace of Felicia’s breathing, I knew she was having the same lusty reaction. She nibbled my earlobe as she reached both her sweaty hands under my sweater, groping my tits through my bra. She seemed so excited, in fact, that she had trouble unhooking it, and her nervousness turned into frustration.

            With her tense fingers pressed against my back, she whispered, “Come with me. I need you so much.”

            Felicia then took me to her beautifully decorated bedroom and again covered my mouth with hers. Instantly, we were on her feather bed practically ripping each other’s clothes off, releasing all the repressed lust that we’d each bottled up these past few months. For the first time, my eyes took in every inch of her luscious, creamy body. Felicia’s long legs seemed to go on forever, and the generous mountains on her chest were topped with delicious, erect peaks that invited me to climb their pink perfection. Her sculpted waist led to a semi-shaved blonde valley that was already damp with desire. My mouth salivated in anticipation from just looking at her.

            We rubbed our naked bodies together like two sticks ready to spark into one blaze. Without hesitation, I latched my lusty mouth onto her lovely areola and sucked and licked her ardently. Then my lips ravished her stiff nipples. She tasted like vanilla and woman, all warmed together in my mouth. Felicia groaned and pushed her chest harder into my face.

            I drew a figure eight with my tongue from breast to breast, then down her burning belly. Her hands gripped my tits and her thumbs thwacked my erect nipples as her tongue flicked them, thrilling me with pleasure. We both instinctively knew what pleased and delighted each other. With even more passion, she started to suck on them.

            As my pussy swelled with lust, I looked back to get a glimpse of her face. She looked incredibly lovely at that moment, with her long hair draped over my sprawling limbs, her red mouth sucking my nipples harder. I stroked the silky strands on her head with one hand and fondled the hot coils of her bush with my other hand. Her tits were bobbing from side to side in rhythm with her orgasmic rocking as my fingers sashayed over her clit. Her pussy-lips were as silky as her hairs, and my fingers tingled with new sensations.

            The passionate woman in my arms seethed with tangible excitement. With only one purpose in mind, I kept licking my way across her torso and across her abs, never letting go of her wonderful tits. After that, she lost control, making tantalizing bites along my taut belly. Felicia inched in the direction of my moist pussy hair, nuzzling the hairs with her tongue, stoking the fires of my burning lust. She pulled on them gently with her white teeth, teasing me endlessly.

            At this point we were in a 69 position but with a twist: I lifted my body and strategically placed myself so that my clit was on top of her hard right nipple. My pelvis rotated atop her sensitive nub. I stroked it gently at first and then more roughly. I put my hands on her inner thighs while I continued teasing her nipple with my clit.

My clit was on top of her hard right nipple

            Intensifying the nipple massage, I fondled her leg all the way to her drooling pussy and started to play with her outer lips. Her moist pussy-hairs stuck to my sweaty fingers as I petted her. With concentrated and continual strokes, my hand put more and more pressure on her clit. Before long, my match-like fingers kindled her palpitating wick.

            Suddenly, she ignited, squirming and rolling like she was possessed, and I can promise you at that moment she was possessed. . .by me and only me! I felt so powerful making this woman, who had been a distant fantasy only hours before, more turned on than I had even imagined. Felicia smoldered like a bonfire from the simultaneous nipple-pussy attention, lifting her tit to my groin with higher and hotter bursts of passion.

            Soon after that, she propped her head up with a few fluffy pillows, which made her appear as if she were resting on the piles of snow just outside her window. Felicia melted into position to guzzle the juices that began to boil from my lust. Once she had hoisted her head, her mouth touched me and nuzzled my aching pussy. With the feel of her soft, full lips whisking over my slit, I felt my own emotions go over the edge, and my clit rubbed her nipple much harder. My short fuse sizzled with an impending detonation. It circled and pressed, chafing against Felicia’s nipple with more zeal.

            Felicia’s skin burned as I fondled her, every fiber another erogenous zone that sent her clutching my ass. This clenching motion drove me into her mouth. She pounded every inch of my tongue with her insatiable clit. Every time she froze and turned her head back and forth, I thought she’d finished, but moments later she demanded more, saying, “Harder, damn it, harder!” I immediately did what she asked, plunging in deeper with rougher strokes. Her body dripped with both of our liqueurs and droplets of sweat.

            Finally, I put my tongue to work on her clit and entered her with two fingers thrusting inside her as far as I could reach. She thrust her hips up to meet my fingers like they were a thick dildo. As she began to get closer, her licking became more intense, and she entered me with her tongue. I swerved back and forth in quick, sharp motions to the rhythm of Felicia’s tongue-fucks. I thought I would explode as I smashed my clit onto her even harder.

            With every thrust of her long tongue, I hammered back with my slim but energetic hips, forcing her so much deeper inside me. As I pushed, I made quick circular motions. Felicia’s nose rubbed against my clit; her tongue explored my every sensitive fold, all the while drinking in my constantly flowing extracts. That tongue of hers twisted inside me in the shape of a whirlpool.

            I heard loud slurping noises. All the quickly cooling liquids that doused my hot body made me even hotter. She sapped all of me with her insatiable mouth. Then Felicia grabbed my ass hard and dived in even farther, with quicker, much stronger plunges. Her whole face dripped with my desire.

            By then, we were both there. Blazes shot through my pussy and through my whole body. I writhed and moaned, twisting my head back and forth across her legs. Fire erupted in my entire system, and I became engulfed in the flames, calling out Felicia’s name over and over again as my clit scraped against her horny nipple.

            Felicia blew her fuse too. Her hips smashed into my face, and her stony clit wrestled with my tongue. She clasped my head and hair, moaning, “Harder, Ivy. Do me harder, baby. Yes, I’m there. Ohhhhh, yes!”

            Together we both blasted off, bucking and almost flying off the bed as our legs spasmed and our feet tingled. Felicia was never more beautiful to me than at that moment. My face and hers became embedded in pussy, unabashedly lapping, juicing, guzzling. Like earth scorched by relentless forest fires, every drop of moisture evaporated from our feverish tongue-fucks.

            In a frenzy, she left a trail of hickeys and small bites along my inner thigh, sending me through another whirlwind of orgasms. The more I wrenched my body, the harder she fucked me with those incessant fingers of hers, hitting my G-spot so many times that I thought my own climaxes would never stop. My clit flared from the friction as I moved over her with rapid fire. Felicia went at me with even more strength until we both had exhausted every last spark.

Her soft, full lips whisked over my slit

            For a second neither of us could move. As I caught my breath, I gently moved off her and turned around so I shared the pillows with her. At last, we lay back out of breath but still wanting more, if that were physically possible. Felicia looked at me adoringly, making subtle scratches along my ribs.

            I supposed her admiration stemmed from my stamina for sex as well as my deep feelings for her. At that point, I wasn’t sure which made more of an impression on her, and I supposed the two motivations were interwoven together inextricably. As long as we enjoyed one another this much, what else mattered? For Felicia and me it would be a hot winter in New England.