Things to do in Philly when it's Freezing
written by:
Naughty Miranda

Dear Mark

Just a note to make sure you got home okay last night... I'm sure the roads were miserable. And to apologize (not sure if that's the right word) for what happened.  The speed with which you left... well, I don't blame you for that, and I'm still not quite sure how things went as far as they did.  But I do want to let you know that, despite everything I know I should say, I don't regret what happened, and I hope that deep down, you don't either.  

As you know, Marcie has been one of my best friends since college and I would never do anything deliberately to hurt her - and I know you wouldn't either, despite what you told me last night.  So I'm hoping we can either put last night behind us and pretend it never happened... Or, keep it as something precious and wonderful that took place between us, because that's what it was, while knowing we should probably never mention it again.

It was so sweet of you to come over in the first place, because I really don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't.  I don't think anybody was expecting that much snow to fall so fast; I know I certainly wasn't, and when I discovered I couldn't even get my front door open, let alone get out to the car, I didn't know what to do. Okay, so the Mayor's driving ban meant I wouldn't have been going any place anyway, but I didn't know that at the time.

I'll admit that maybe I did get a little drunk, but I am going to blame you for that. But you were right. We both needed a shot of brandy to warm us up after being outside for so long clearing the driveway, so I applaud your foresight, bringing the bottle in the first place. Or do you always have one in the car, just in case? (Joke). But maybe I shouldn't have asked you for a dance. If nothing else, my apartment isn't big enough!  But what the hell, it was Skynyrd, and if you can't slow dance with your best friend's husband to Skynyrd, who can you do it with?

I think I was as surprised as you (assuming you were surprised) by..... Um, how do I put this? By the stirring "down below."  Surprised, but excited, as well.  It felt - okay, this is going to sound really stupid. But when I'm with you and Marcie, I'm just a friend. Gender doesn't come into it.  Dancing with you, and feeling what I felt; well, suddenly I was something more than a friend, and I liked that. Which I guess is why I pressed myself a little closer as we danced.

And then you said what you said, that I was the first girl to make that happen since before you met Marcie, including Marcie herself, and that completely knocked me over.  It's true that at college, Marcie was never one for talking about the things that girls like to talk about - she'd either sit there looking disgusted and pulling faces, or she'd leave the room altogether. I remember how we used to tease her when she was first dating you, because she really gave the impression that there was nothing sexual happening between you, and nobody was going to believe that. Like Cerise said one day, "no woman in her right mind could keep her hands off that one." Haha, so now you know. Anyway, we just assumed that Marcie was being either private or shy. It never dawned on me that she might be telling the truth.  And yet you still married her.  That's love!

Anyway, once you said that.... Really, I was just teasing you, or torturing you would be better; like, if I'm the first girl in all that time to get you as hard as you were, then I needed to make it memorable.  That's why I started doing the silly dance, that's why I was rubbing my hand on your leg, and that's why,when I fell over and you offered me your hand to pick myself up, I grabbed your waistband instead.

Yeah, that's where things got a little out of hand, isn't it.  Me pulling myself up onto my knees, and you telling me that f I didn't stop, you'd be bursting through your zip. And I wanted to discover if that was even possible.  I probably shouldn't have pressed my cheek against the bulge and sung "come out, come out, wherever you are"; and no, I probably shouldn't have decided to give it a helping hand. But it was only one button. And your belt buckle.

Try as I might, I still cannot remember what happened next. Or, rather, I know exactly what happened, but I can't remember how.  But suddenly your pants were open, and your briefs... Well, they were very brief, weren't they.  And I've already landed myself in so much true confessions shit here that I might as well carry on and say I have never seen such a beautiful cock as the one that was trying so hard to escape.  Eight inches?  Nine? Ten? I've never been any good at estimating measurements of anything... Flour, coke, milk, whatever.  But I know I have never seen one that big (oh shit, I almost wrote - "maybe that's why she doesn't want to have sex. She's scared of snakes." But I won't), and I also knew there was no way I could send you back to Marcie with that packed in your pants.

A quick handjob between friends, then.  An extra thank you for digging me out. I knew I shouldn't - did you see me jump when that weather advisory came through on my phone? I was sure it was Marcie asking what was keeping you so long. Oh, and you asked me why I laughed? The advisory was warning us to expect another eight to ten inches overnight, and I was thinking, "I've got them right here."

Can I just say it felt as good as it looks?  Too late, I already have.  But it did. I love the way the skin just glided under my hand, and so strong as well. There were a few times when I thought it was just going to buck out of my fist. No wonder you were worried about your zip!

Which is when I started wondering whether... Oh shit, I'm not even sure I can write this.  It sounds so stupid. But I started wondering how much of it I could fit into my mouth, and when I saw your eyes were closed, and it wasn't that far from my face, and it would just be quick....

That sound you made when I closed my lips around you.  I almost came! And once I actually got you inside, I did. It was like... you know sometimes, you're watching a movie or reading a book, and you are so absorbed in the story that it's like it's actually happening to you? That's how I felt. Every movement I made with my lips and tongue, it was as though I knew exactly what you were feeling.

And you were still making those wonderful sounds in your throat. It sounded like you'd just woken up to find all your Christmases and birthdays had arrived at once, and every one of them involved cumming over... Who's your favorite actress?  Cumming over her tits.  

Instead you had to make do with mine, but ... While I'm still being honest ... That's only because I couldn't hold it all in my mouth.  You took me so by surprise, and I promise I'm not complaining.  It was great.  But yeah, I dribbled and I am so grateful that I'd taken my top off when you started playing with my nipples, because otherwise I'd be at the dry cleaners now, hoping they believed it was tartar sauce I'd spilled. Or a snowball, haha.

The look on your face when you realized what had happened! I've never understood why guys always seem so surprised when you let them cum in your mouth (maybe you'll tell me sometime?), but really - what else are we going to do?  Better to gracefully accept a mouthful of cum than jerk back and risk a case of whiplash (try explaining that to the doctor) and, as for swallowing, so far as I'm concerned, it's the most natural thing in the world.

I'm glad you didn't move away.  I love the way your cock felt as it was softening in my mouth, while I sucked the last drops out of it.  And then you kissed me - and announced you had to go.  Which made me laugh at the time, although now when I think about it, I understand why. If I was in your position, I'd have done the same thing.

Three minutes later

In fact, the only thing I don't understand is why you waited until I'd written all of this before texting me just now, and asking if I have any other household chores that might require your attention?  That you'll be passing my building on your way home from work... which I must admit I find hard to believe, being as the driving ban is still in force, and most people will be taking a snow day today.

But, if you are stopped by the police, you can always tell them that you are considered Emergency Personnel. You see, this is an old apartment building, and I've just found this hole that really, really needs looking at, so please bring your biggest tool, and lots of grease as well.  Oh, and I just looked out the kitchen window and the alley behind the house is completely snowed-in. So maybe you could do my back passage as well?

Okay, thats it. There's no way I'm sending you this e-mail.

Love Chrissie xxx

I have two wishes. First, if (like me), you're stuck in Winter Storm Janus, that you stay warm and safe. And second, that you enjoyed this story enough to add me to your favorite authors. As Mark found out last night, I do enjoy showing my gratitude!