The man was nude, wet and cold. The snow was fresh, still coming down in lazy drifts. The woman held a camera and was fully dressed, coat and boots and a warm hat too.
“I want snow angels not snow flying saucers. Lift your arms up higher, right over your head and together. That’s better!” She snapped another photo.
The man was not nearly as enthusiastic as she was. But, he was sticking it out. He was actually thinking about something else, trying not to feel the cold snow surrounding him, covering him as it continued to fall.
“I want two more snow angels in the row. That will make five and I can take a photo of them all in a row. It’s going to be so much better than our Christmas card photo last year!”
Without grumbling, maybe with a bit of belated Christmas spirit even, he made two more snow angels. His skin was numb. He wondered if it really were possible to freeze his balls off and was it really all worth it?
She was smiling and setting up for the last photo. He waited, posing as she told him. The snow feeling like raw ice at his back now. When she signaled him to get up he really had to struggle.
“Look at your poor little man nuts, they’re blue and we haven’t even started the sex play yet.” She giggled while helping him to stand and then wrapping him up in a blanket. “I’ll make you a nice hot chocolate.”
Indoors, sipping hot chocolate while sitting at her feet, she pretended to ignore him. He shifted and sat cross-legged showing his somewhat less blue balls. Her bare foot brushed his thigh. She kept her head turned to the computer, looking at the images she was uploading of him making snow angels outside. She laughed softly as her toes touched his belly.
Leaning back on his left arm he kept drinking the hot chocolate in his other hand. He gave her wandering foot and toes more room to explore. Soon she found her target. With her foot she teased his cock, making it longer, harder and balancing it on the top of her foot.
“Stand up boy”, she told him. So he did. She took his cock in her hand and just held it with a good grip, not too tight but firmly. That was all she did. But it was enough. She patiently, wickedly waited.
Then she cupped his balls in her warm hands. “They aren’t blue now. Or, not yet.”
She looked up at him then, enjoying his arousal and her control of it. She led him away, her hand still firmly on his cock all the way to the bedroom.
Image via: Welcome to my World: Taken from Tumblr: Naked Guys in the Snow