Snow Bunnies
I met Jennifer about a year ago when she was hired by my company as a technical assistant. I worked the front desk so naturally our paths crossed every day. I would say hello and she would smile back, and for months that was how we co-existed. I found her shy and reserved but completely gregarious when it came to clients. Her features were hard and her voice a touch low but her tall slim frame showed off all of her ample assets. I did however adore her fashion sense. Her clothes were tasteful and elegant and she had a knack for accessorizing. Her sweater collection seemed to rival mine and I always looked forward to which outfit she would wear on a given day. There were even days she looked so stunning I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. There were many times she would glance over and see me staring and I would have to awkwardly glance away. I would sometimes catch little moments in the day where she would smooth her stockings or bend over to get a paper from her desk and her skirt would rise up just enough to almost show her posterior. Those were simple pleasures. But still, something was off and I just could not place it.
It was about three weeks before Christmas when our boss called Jennifer and I into the conference room and sat us down. He explained that he needed to go to Colorado on business the following weekend and wanted two reliable females to accompany him to a marketing summit and help out with organizing his presentation. He thought Jennifer and I would be the perfect assistants. He explained that all expenses would be paid and he was going to set us up in a cozy lodge right on a ski resort. The prospect sounded amazing and both Jennifer and I jumped at the opportunity. It was then that we really started to bond. The following week leading up to the trip we worked together making sure all materials were gathered, highlighted, filed, and packed. All hard-drives with important information were stored appropriately and all meetings and accommodations were handled.
“This trip is going to be amazing!” Jennifer exclaimed.
“You want to know what else is amazing? All my winter outfits fit into 3 suitcases!” I joked as we sat down for a coffee break.
There were so many things I was learning about Jennifer. I remembered when we were first introduced; I was mesmerized by her pale blue eyes. Now that we were talking everyday I could see them up close and get lost in their frosty shimmer. She was single and lived alone. She was funny and warm and had a charm that could completely disarm you. I felt we were becoming close and I hoped our winter vacation together would cement our friendship further.
We arrived at The Pines Lake Resort and Ski Center Friday afternoon and checked into our room. It was an amazing spectacle to behold. A giant fireplace sat against the west wall with floor to ceiling glass windows on both sides. You literally felt as if there was nothing between you and the outdoors. Wooden beams and cozy furniture warmed the cabin along with a floor length bear skin rug.
“It’s perfect” Jennifer sighed in her husky voice.
We couldn’t wait to check out our bedrooms. We carried the luggage to the far door to find two giant 4-poster beds made from rustic aspen timber and sprawling closets on both sides. We immediately began unpacking.
I watched as Jennifer pulled out an array of different sweaters, dresses, and shoes and lay them atop her bed. I couldn’t help but go to her bedside and run my hand over a few fuzzy items.
“You like?” she smiled.
“I certainly do! I’ve always admired your wardrobe at work.”
“Then you’re going to love what I brought for skiing” she giggled.
My eyes transfixed on the piles of mohair and angora and then to Jennifer’s smile. It was then that the feelings started. A rush of heat to my thighs. My heart thumping from my chest. My breath shallow and weary. I wanted to kiss Jennifer’s perfect ruby red lips. I wanted to throw her down on that pile of sweaters. But I couldn’t. I had to be professional. But it was in that moment that I ached to touch her curves and longed for her reciprocity.
The Saturday morning meeting went well and our Boss congratulated Jennifer and I on our hard work. His spirits were high that a sale would be made so there was nothing further to be done. He told us to take the rest of the weekend off and he would see us back at the office on Monday. We were overjoyed and vowed to make the best of this relaxing weekend.
Later that evening the resorts pro-ski instructor was offering moonlit ski lessons. Jennifer and I couldn’t resist. We loaded up our gear and snuggled into our winter attire before hitting the slopes. I think we spent more time with our butts in the snow than straight up on our skis, but we had a marvelous time. Afterwards we trudged down to a bonfire for some complimentary cocoa. Our stomachs hurt from laughing so much.
“I am so glad I got to come on this trip with you. No one else would have been this much fun” I confessed.
I watched the snow fall against Jennifer’s sandy blonde hair as her eyes seemed to crystallize and sparkle against her creamy skin. Her eyes lowered, her lashes fanned, and her lips pursed. There was something behind her eyes that seemed to hide a great mystery.
“I’ve had so much fun with you here and getting to know you. This has been so perfect. There is something I want to tell you but… I’m afraid. I don’t want things to be weird.”
My stomach fluttered as I sensed her secret. Was she trying to tell me that she too had a mutual attraction? Did she want to kiss me as bad as I wanted to kiss her? I took her hand and smiled.
“Whatever it is, I am sure I’ll be okay with it” I said reassuringly.
Jennifer replied “Okay, but let’s not do this here. Let’s go back to the lodge.”
We opened the door to our cabin which was warm with the heat of the roaring fireplace. Outside the dark cold world was suspended in a blanket of shimmering snow and illuminated by a full winter moon. As we peeled off our snow pants and winter parkas I admired Jennifer’s gorgeous white sweater. The ivory angora threads clung to her perfect breasts and inched their way up to cradle her long neck. Her red wool tights were adorned with tiny white snowflakes dancing up and down her slim legs and wrapping around to accentuate her defined backside.
“We obviously have similar tastes” I chuckled as I unzipped my coat to show her my red, black, and white wool sweater with the seasonal Icelandic snowflake pattern complete with a set of black and white snowflake tights. To complete the ensemble, my scarf, hat, and gloves all matched which I modeled playfully.
“Let’s sit” she hurried.
“But we haven’t even taken off all our…”
“Nevermind that, just please come here” she implored sitting into the scarlet couch beside the fire.
As I sat next to her I watched as the flames danced across her face and her eyes trace my body from head to toe. There was something off about her hair tonight. In this light it almost looked synthetic. But before I could think about it further Jennifer’s cherry lips pressed into mine with vigor and drew every breath from me. Her hands squeezed at my breasts as her tongue found its way to my neck to suck and bite. Her opposite hand dove between my woolen thighs and pressed against my warming pussy. My moans filled the room as I felt her hands everywhere. I reached over to return the favor, first slipping my fingers through her amazing sweater and over her heaving breasts to the waistband of her leggings. She thwarted my attempts, knocking my hands away from her tights and replacing them with handfuls of wooly breast meat. Our lips entangled and our moans filled the room with beautiful music.
“Let me play with you” her deep husky voice whispered. Her tone almost lower now with arousal.
“I brought some fun toys. Let’s play together.”
I directed her to a box disguised with a red ribbon incase airport security had anything to say about it. She brought the box over and opened it with wild eyes.
“First I want to play with you” she said removing a translucent pink dildo from the box.
With a small tug she removed my tights and admired my glistening pussy basking in the firelight. I began to remove my hat, gloves, and scarf when she shouted at me to stop. I had wondered why she had kept her scarf on too, but now I saw this was all part of the plan and part of her kink. With a sultry smile I sunk into the back of the couch and spread my legs for Jennifer. Her tongue dashed to my clit, flicking and circling my sensitive nub. My hips launched from the couch. My body twisted in pleasure. Her tongue dove deeper into my slit and opened my budding flower further. I toppled onto the floor with my rear in the air and Jennifer dove her tongue into my tight ass. I bit the rim of my turtleneck in ecstasy. I screamed with delight when her fingers found their way to my clit and rewarded her with a watery orgasm. Now here I was on my back, splayed across the majestic bear skin rug. The fur tickling my ass and Jennifer’s face between my thighs. She lapped at my pussy for hours, rocking me to the core with orgasm after orgasm. I pulled my sweater up to free my breasts and her sweet mouth followed, inhaling them fully and then licking at my swollen nipples. Again she did not let up after more orgasms followed. I reached for her but she withdrew. Instead she silenced my actions by taking the pink dildo and driving it into my wet snatch. My lips pulled in the silicone phallus as she thrust it back and forth. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn’t breathe. The tassels of my unfurled scarf brushed against my swollen nipples. My body began to contort and a massive wave of euphoria poured out of me. I thought this would be it as I begged her to let me taste her or at least return the favor. But with a smile she began with the sweet torture again. I lost track of time… and orgasms. I was nothing more than a puddle on the floor. My sweet sweater stained with sweat and lust. I waited for the perfect moment and I pounced.
As she undid the scarf from her throat I used the opportunity to seize her and tie her hands loosely with it.“Wait please” she begged. Instead I leaned over her and stole a deep kiss from her protesting lips.
“Please, you don’t understand…” she continued to object as I wrestled to raise her sweater and free her breasts. I was almost successful until I ground my pussy into her leg and felt a familiar extremity. I jumped back.
“What the fuck?” Shocked, I waited for an explanation.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you” she sighed.
“Show me your pussy” I demanded as I untied her hands.
With a small tug, Jennifer pulled down her tights to reveal her biggest secret of all… Jennifer was male!
Out sprung forth a large juicy cock, pumping with blood and engorged to the tip. My eyes widened with disbelief.
“No, this doesn’t make any sense! You have tits!”
Jennifer lifted her sweater to show me the life-like breast pad beneath.
It was all starting to make sense. I knew something had been off, but I never would have guessed this!
With a light tug I removed her wig to reveal little tufts of brown hair collected under a mesh cap.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you. I should have told you sooner. Jennifer is who you knew me as and I didn’t want to mess that up. We were getting along so well and you seemed to like me. You have no idea how much I have wanted you. Seeing you every day at the office wearing all your cute sweaters. Teasing me by hiking up your skirt just enough that I can see the scalloped edges of your stockings or bending over so I can see down your sweater. It’s been torture. I tried to keep my distance, but when we were chosen to come here together I knew I had to make my move. You know our boss only hires women. It was the only way I could get the job. Yes, secretly, cross-dressing is what I do and I knew I could fool everyone this way, but I never meant to…”
I smashed my lips against his to quiet his confession. I didn’t care who he was or who he was pretending to be and why. All I knew is that in that moment I was excited by this revelation. Pussy was nice but cock had always been my meat of choice. I sucked the words from his mouth and felt his cock twitch beneath me. I inched my way down his torso and enveloped his cock between my velvety lips. My head bobbed up and down on his meaty shaft, sufficiently coating it with a thick layer of saliva. My gloved hand reached for his perfectly round balls, full of juice, and rolled them between my fingers. I then jerked his shaft with the woolen glove and heard his masculine groan for the first time. I would get him to a boiling point and then ease away, playing with my pussy and letting him watch before coming back for seconds. When his staff was at maximum length, I straddled his hips and gently leaned back, allowing him to feel every inch slide into my wet pussy. I then rode him like a wild horse. Bucking my hips and pounding our bodies against one another. I spun around, his cock still deep inside me, and rode him reverse cowgirl. I loved watching his massive dick stretch me apart as it glided in and out and soon I showered him in multiple doses of my love potion.
I crawled onto the floor like a kitten and stuck my ass in the air. I spread my legs waiting for him to receive the message to enter me. He sprung to his knees and slowly jammed his enormous pole into my deep cavern. He pumped vigorously, his heavy balls banging against me with every thrust. With my hair wrapped around his wrist, he pulled my head back for a passionate kiss. Within a few moments I was cumming like a river. He did not stop however. He was merciless in his assault. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss had me losing grip with reality. I looked back at him. He was like an animal thrusting into me. A beautifully elegant but strong animal. The flames of the fire reflected on his face. Was he my angel or my demon? He was so many things at once. Masculine and feminine. Tender yet unyielding. My seducer and my slave. I wanted it all!
With his leggings around his ankles he ordered me into his lap as he sat on the couch. I eased him inside me and began to bounce when he told me to lean slightly over the back of the sofa. It was then that I could feel the silicone head of the dildo fill my ass as he fucked me. He held it in place and rammed himself into me simultaneously. The pleasure of having both my holes filled at once was overwhelming. My head started to spin and a burning rush of lava splashed out of me with such force, covering his cock in sweet dew. It was seconds after that he groaned and reached for his shaft, bringing me to my knees as he held the ruby head back from unleashing its prize. With a few swift strokes, his milk splashed into my mouth. Its sweet warm taste dripped down my throat and stirred in my belly. Small droplets dripped down my chin as I quickly tried to lap them up before they reached the soaked rim of my turtleneck. We smiled at each other and starred out at the perfect storm brewing outside.
“Looks like we might get stuck here longer” he mentioned.
“I wouldn’t mind that at all” I giggled.
After a few moments of sitting still within the firelight, I had a chance to take him all in, every aspect and every part of him, real or not, male or female.
“I have something to confess” I admitted.
A look of panic crept across his face. He shuffled in his seat and fidgeted with his crumpled sweater.
“Ok” he choked, readying himself for something awful.
I smiled devilishly.
“You make a really good looking woman.”
