It was a beautiful day, if you like snow, Snow was falling gently on the ground, lots of snow, more snow than I'd seen in 2 years. I sat at the computer working, just like I do every day; you come in, cold and wet from being out in the snow. From the corner of my eye I can see you stripping down and changing. I don't look up from what I'm doing; I just keep on working. I feel a cold finger on the back of my neck and I shiver, my eyes closing. My fingers slipping from the keyboard, I feel your finger running down my neck and down my spine through my shirt and I shiver again. I feel your hands tug at the hem of my shirt and I lean up a bit to allow the shirt to come up, then I feel both your hands on my lower back, cold as ice but twice as erotic. I shiver a bit, not from the cold, but from the pure sensation. I feel you pushing my shirt up so I raise my arms, I feel you slide my shirt up and off. I feel the cold air from the room touch my skin and I moan very softly. I feel your hands on my back, rubbing the tense muscles. I reach up and take my glasses off and set them aside. I put my hands back down on my desk and lean into your hands. I feel your fingers brushing lightly against my skin, the cold arousing me more,
I feel your fingers on my sides, then around against my breasts. I feel the icy touch on my nipples, I gasp slightly and my nipples grow harder under your touch. I moan as you pinch my nipples, I lean back in my chair and close my eyes as you touch me. Your fingers starting to warm on my skin, you tug my nipples a bit harder and I moan again. I feel your fingers caressing my skin, up and down my breasts, then to my hands as you take my hands in yours, you tug me lightly. I stand up, I step out from my chair and turn to face you, and you stop me and make me face away from you. I oblige and stand there. You reach around me and tug my nipples again. I moan again and shudder where I stand. I feel your fingers gliding down my stomach, down to my waist, down to unbutton my skirt; my skirt falls to the floor. I stand there, shivering a bit, naked, you didn't know I was naked beneath the silk of my skirt, the feel of the fabric on my thighs, on my mound, arousing me, and since I was working at home, wearing nothing under my skirt allows for easy access.