Intimate Romantic Tension Builds on Valentine’s Day

Ready for his white-hot love on the slopes

My longtime friend Roberto and I planned a trip for the weekend to have some fun on the slopes. The entire drive up was flirtatious between us. Each twist and turn up the mountain had me excited for what was to come. I sat there thinking about our passionate lovemaking from weeks ago. We never talked about it, which made the intimate romantic tension linger.

Roberto and I spent all morning shredding the mountain, and he caught air all over the place. I felt he put on a show just for me. Impressed, I compared him to his father, Joe. Roberto was more of a man and sent a shiver up my spine. I really wanted to ask him about our last encounter because it was all I could think about. Now would be the perfect time to ask him if he kept our secret.

He was all I could think about

Before I brought up our steamy tryst, I texted Joe to see whether he would be coming to join us. “Yes, soon,” he replied. I will admit how it put me in a sour mood. How would I focus on my husband, on Valentine’s Day, with my lover right here? I felt my body recoil, the exact opposite reaction of the intimate romantic tension I had with Roberto.

Joe showed up with dozens of red roses and candy in tow. I faked my surprise and looked over at Roberto longingly. I kissed my husband as Roberto made gagging faces at me. As soon as the sun went down, the three of us sat around watching TV. I went to the room with Joe to give him some play on V-Day. I decided I couldn’t fake it, and told him I was feeling sick and made my way back to the living room.

This intimate romantic tension deepened and drove me mad

I kept one eye on the bed and saw my husband reading his novel, waiting for me to return. Roberto stayed in the shower, and my plan to speak with him was ruined. I would head back to bed and lie all night touching myself to Roberto. In the morning, Joe went for a morning run. I had a good thirty minutes and felt myself pulled to Roberto’s room.

I snuck into Roberto’s twin bed and wrapped my arms around his body. “My sweet Monica, he kissed my hands, sending chills all over me. “You can’t resist me, I knew you’d come back,” he murmured as I kissed down his belly button and licked lower. I felt his hands impatiently pushing me, and complied like the horny stepmother I am.

You can’t resist this intimate romantic tension

I didn’t come up right away. My stopwatch read fifteen minutes while he loved every minute of this attention. Roberto, realizing that his dad would come back soon, pulled me up and lifted me to the edge of the bed. My legs were pulled apart, and he lifted my feet to his shoulders. His deep eye contact aroused the intimate romantic tension, while I let him thrash me. I felt a climax and the best quickie of my life on Valentine’s Day.

Well, it was actually the following day, but I created my own movie in my mind. Roberto was my valentine and truly the man I craved. My body knew it. When I picked up my clothes, I handed him my pink sheer panties from the night before. “Another souvenir, just for you, love,” I said. And I rushed to my shower, because Joe was opening our front door. Sneak around with Monica and read about my unspoken desire.

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