Snowed In (Audio Script)

Stories

“It’s pretty bad, huh?”

“Yeah, I can’t believe it.

This morning it was calling for light snowfall.

This storm really came out of nowhere.”

“It’s my mom.

Babe, can you add another log to the fire?”

Man, it’s nights like this that make me wonder if moving into the country was a good idea.

We live in a pretty rural area. There have already been some reports of road closures due to accidents on the way into town where your parents live.

We’re pretty much stranded here when that happens.

The snow seems to pile up so much faster out here. No plows coming down the roads every few hours like in the city.

Well, so much for going to the party tonight.

We aren’t very social people, but we really have been looking forward to the holiday party at your parent’s place.

Some great food, fun card games, your dad’s infamous eggnog…

I don’t think I’ve ever had a drink stronger than his eggnog.

“Ugh…”

“Are they okay?”

“Yeah they’re fine.

They’re snowed in too, so the party’s canceled.”

“At least we know they won’t run out of food.”

“Yeah, mom always makes enough to feed a small village.

They’ll be fine.

Dad’s into the eggnog already, says he’s going to miss his drinking buddy tonight.”

“Oh god.

Well, we’ll make it up on New Year’s, I’m sure.”

You curl up next to me on the couch and pull a blanket over us.

You smell so good.

Your hand slides under my shirt and I feel your cool touch against my warm skin.

I stroke my fingers over your hair and rest my chin on top of your head.

“Well, the backup generator’s ready in case the power goes out.

And we have that dessert you made for tonight in the fridge… we have some wine… maybe we could have a movie night?”

“Mmm, maybe.

What do you feel like watching?”

“I don’t know, I’m not really in the mood to watch anything new.

I guess we could just scroll for a bit?”

“Mario Kart?

We haven’t played in forever.”

“No, thank you.

Remember the last time we played?”

“What?

I’m competitive!

It’s not my fault you suck at the game.”

I cup your jaw in my hand and tilt your chin up to look at me.

You’ve got a playful smile on your face and your hand is slowly trailing up and down my chest under my shirt.

“Oh, I suck at the game? Me?

Who has the high score right now?

Oh yeah, that’s right—it’s me.”

“Not for long.

I have all night to beat that score, now.”

Your hand slips out from under my shirt and you climb on top of me.

Your chest presses up against mine as you lean in to kiss me.

The kiss you give me is soft and playful, and as you pull away, you bite down gently on my bottom lip.

I love that little noise you make when you do that.

Your hand trails up to the buttons on my shirt and you slowly start to undo them.

“Mmm, someone’s in the mood now…”

You open my shirt without your lips leaving mine, and start to run your hands all across my body… my chest, down to my stomach… and back up again.

My hands snake around your waist and I run my hands up and down your back a few times before letting them settle on your thighs.

You grind lightly against me as you start to kiss my neck.

“That feels really good.”

My skin prickles with heat and a warm rush of pleasure flows through my body.

You trail your touch down my chest, my stomach, and your fingers stop at my waist.

You tug on one of my belt loops as you pull away.

That sweet, mischievous grin of yours is a dead giveaway.

You know what you want, but I have another idea.

“Hmm… I have an idea.

A little game we could play…”

“Oh?

I’m listening.”

I wrap my arms around you and pull you closer.

The way you’re sitting on my lap, I know you can feel my cock twitching a little as you gently grind against me.

“You know how we have been talking about edging… you know, since the other night?”

“Yeah…”

“Well this is kind of like that… but not exactly.

The first person to passion tonight… the first one to cave…

has to shovel the snow tomorrow morning.”

“Oh my god, that’s going to be like… that will take hours!”

“Well, you better not lose then, huh?”

You bite your lip softly as you grind on my lap a little more.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

I squeeze your ass as you grind down against me in a steady rhythm.

“Fuck…”

I grip your hips and lift you off me, switching our positions and lowering you down onto the couch on your back.

Your head falls back against the cushions as I take one of your chest into my mouth.

Your chest harden under my tongue as I tease them, flicking my tongue across one… and then the other.

I love the sounds you make.

I love that I’m the one who makes you sound like that.

I trail my lips down your stomach, kissing and gently biting every inch of you that I can, all the way down to the waistband of your jeans.

“Let’s take these off… and you won’t be needing these either. Spread your legs for me.”

God, you look so incredible like this, laid out before me… waiting for my touch.

I kiss and bite up your inner thighs. I know you love it when I do that.

“Oh…”

“I wonder how long you can last if I start to tease you with my tongue.”

“Why don’t you give it a try, then?”

You drape your thighs over my shoulders and my fingers dig into your hips, pulling you closer to me.

I slide my fingers between your lips, spreading them for me before I press the flat of my tongue against you.

I move my tongue up and down your pussy a few times before sliding up to your clit and sucking it into my mouth.

I love the way you taste, the way you sound.

“Yeah, right there…

that feels so good.”

Your hips grind gently into my face and I inhale your sweet scent as my tongue flicks back and forth across you.

My dick twitches a little with every sound you make.

Your fingers tangle in my hair and you start to guide me to where you want me.

I circle my tongue around your clit a few times, slow and steady, just the way I know you like.

When I look up, your eyes are on mine.

“That’s it, baby…

I want to make you feel so good…”

Your fist tightens in my hair while my tongue moves faster.

Your moans are getting more and more intense… fuck.

Oh my god, I’m so fucking hard…

“Oh my god, yes.

Baby, I’m going to… fuck…”

You straighten up on the couch, pulling away from me with a desperate look in your eyes.

“No. Nope.

You’re not getting me that easily.

I am a strong, independent woman in control of my own climax.

I can do this.”

“Strong and independent, yes.

In control… hmm, we’ll see.”

“Mmm, get those pants off.

I need your cock…”

I stand up and your hands quickly work to help unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down to the ground.