Cooper's First Night Back
2008-01-05 @ 10:00 a.m.

December was a crazy month on all fronts. Not crazy in a bad way but crazy in a hectic, need-a-breather way.

I'll try a recap here because I've been woefully delinquent in updates.

Cooper flew in to town just ahead of a nasty snowstorm. He was able to visit his relative but by the time he was done, the roads were nasty. He called Steve and I, suggesting that he come over. Steve told him not to be stupid, that "we could wait."

Cooper, bless him, said that it wasn't a question of Steve and I waiting. He, Cooper, couldn't wait. I got on the phone and told him that we'd be at my house but he should not, NOT!, risk life or limb. In fact, I told him not to come. That was about 6:00PM.

Steve and I were all prepared to get cozy and enjoy being snowed/iced in for a day or two. I was in my flannels and Steve in his sweats. Tea was brewed, the fireplace roared and the DVD was warmed-up and ready.

Normally, it would take Cooper twenty to thirty minutes to get to my house. By 7:30 I breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't risked his neck just to see me. I'm not worth a hazardous car ride in nasty weather.

I also checked-in with Chris that night. He was on duty and it was bad. His car became stuck twice and he was driving a super-duper, police vehicle. I ordered him to call me when he got home safe and sound.

Steve and I were almost done with Holiday Inn and about to pop-in the new Harry Potter movie when the door bell rang. Cooper, the idiot, had braved his way to my house. It was almost 9:00PM and had taken him almost two hours.

Borrowing a Chickpea phrase, Steve said something about my having some powerful, magic, heavy-duty pussy mojo. Of course, I'm not so self-centered to think Cooper risked his life and/or rental car for my pussy as opposed to 'a pussy.'

I immediately order Cooper into a warm shower and fixed him something to eat. We then relaxed, turned down the lights and turned on the movie. Feeling warm and cozy, I began to drift off when Steve noted that Cooper deserved something special for braving the elements. I agreed.

I've never got into anything special with Cooper. He's never asked for, never mentioned, never hinted at wanting to see me in lingerie, heels etc. This time I thought he may appreciate some effort.

Although I keep my pink, girly things to a minimum I have them and love them. I chose a pink bustier with thong and garters. I also put on my only pair a pink heels, shoes I wear less and less as I get older but nonetheless adore.

I took my time, teased my hair and went a bit heavy on the mascara. When I emerged from the bedroom I knew the look was a success. The boys, in their sweatpants, sported tee pees.

We adjourned to the bedroom. Steve poured himself a glass of wine and sat down to watch me show Cooper my appreciation. I paid little attention to Steve but when Cooper fucked me from behind I noticed Steve stroking himself.

Placing the niceties aside, Cooper....I believe the phrase is - fucked me silly. When Cooper was done Steve walked over, still stroking himself. Cooper excused himself and Steve asked if he could cum on me. I said he could and he did. All over my face.

That was Cooper's first night back in town. A good time was had and in the morning I had two big, strong men to shovel my driveway and walk. Which was all I really wanted in the first place.
More later.