0 comments/ 12579 views/ 0 favorites The Snowstorm By: Digger It had to be only two weeks since I started in the new part of the factory that I had noticed Dawn. I was walking down to the lunchroom when I caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye. My head had jerked to attention in her direction, and I could not believe that a woman looking as fine as she did worked in the factory. Over time, I learned that there were quite a few lookers on the daytime shift, but none ever compared with Dawn. It took me a week to get up the nerve to say “Hi.” To her one day, and had butterflies in my stomach as I said it. She had replied with a “Hello.” back, and a great smile. Over time, I worked up the nerve to engage her in more conversation and soon made it a point to stop for a quick chat on my way to lunch or on the way home. I learned over months that she was married, (as was I), and that she was pretty reserved. Never giving away too much about herself, and blushing at even the slightest mention of a crude word or comment. I had a happy home life, but every day I found myself fantasizing about Dawn after I had spoken to her. But I resigned myself to the fact that nothing could ever come of it, and I didn’t even know if I was capable of anything physical with her as I had never cheated on my wife before. Months continued to pass by, and winter rolled around. As I was heading into work one day, the announcement came over the radio that a major snowstorm was going to hit our area hard, and during the day. I was supposed to be leaving for the north part of the State that day to meet my wife, ands at their cabin, but with the impending storm I wasn’t sure what the day held. About 3 hours into the work day, a friend of mine came in and said that snow had already begun to pelt the area, and accumulate to 5 inches. Hearing this, quite a few workers left work early, but I volunteered to stay on due to the fact that my home was only 5 minutes from the plant. 2 hours later, another fellow came in and said that the parking lot was a wreck, and that the snow now totaled 9 inches. My foreman decided he needed to head home, so we were released from work. As I walked down the aisle way, I noticed Dawn on her cell phone. I stopped, surprised that she was still there, and listened as she finished her conversation with her husband. As she hung up, we small talked about the storm, then I asked her what she had planned. She told me that she was going to stay in the temporary shelter the plant had put together for workers who had long drives home, but that she was a little concerned with sharing a sleeping area with some of our co-workers. I don’t know what prompted me to ask, but I invited her to stay at my house and sleep on the couch if she’d like. I thought I saw a glimmer in her eye, but she acted a little sheepish about it. I reassured her that it had to be better than staying at the plant, and that I was going to be alone that night anyway with the wife 200 miles away. She finally accepted and we trudged our way out the truck. I couldn’t help but take quick glances at her as we drove, and found myself fighting an erection as she brushed back her wet hair from her head, and I saw her perky breasts jut out from under her sweater material. The cold had made her nipples hard, and the sight of them jutting out made my groin swell quickly. When we reached my house, the storm was blowing snow blindingly, and that coupled with the raging hard on in my pants made it hard to walk to the door. I slipped on the sidewalk, and Dawn who was walking behind me, grabbed out for me and ended up with her hands on my crotch. She blushed, and apologized. I acted as if nothing had happened, and thanked her for the attempt at helping. Inside, I made us hot chocolate and waited as she dried off in the bathroom. When she came out, we talked for hours and I soon found us in deep conversation about our lives. We never spoke about our spouses, but instead talked of things we wanted to do yet with our lives and our dreams. After a while, she walked to the window, and gazed out onto our deck. As she spotted our hot tub, she exclaimed that she loved them and what a perfect night it would be to go. I said why not, and when she protested that she had nothing to wear, I just told her to borrow one of my shirts, and shorts. She agreed, and I went out to remove the cover while she changed. When she came out, once again my cock swelled as I could see her breasts perfectly under the T-shirt. I stuttered that I would be right back, and went to throw on my suit. When I came out, she was already in the tub and had her head back with her eyes closed. With snow falling all around her, and steam wafting up from the water I was sure I had never seen anyone else look as gorgeous as she did. I slipped in, and commented on the snow. She opened her eyes, and cut me off in mid sentence as she planted a kiss on my lips. I began to speak, but she placed a finger on my lips, shook her head, and kissed me again. Our kisses started slow, exploring and tasting one another. I felt her soft warm tongue grace my upper lip, and I met it with mine. I suckled her bottom lip gently, and she darted her tongue in and out of my mouth. I hadn’t made out like this since early high school, and the sensations on my lips was amazing. Soft, warmth, and urgency met my every advance. I slipped my hands behind her head and cradled her head, as she slipped into my lap. Moving to her ear, I nibbled gently then harder on her lobe. Nuzzling her neck, she pulled tighter to me. Slight moans and gasps escaped from her as sucked gently than harder on her sensitive neck. She ground her crotch onto my hardened cock as the snow continued to fall. I removed her top, and just about lost my load there. Her breasts were just as I had thought about them; firm, perky with jutting nipples. I cupped her breast with my hand, and she rolled her head back in pleasure. I moved my mouth to them, and sucked, licked and nipped each one. Rolling her nipples with my tongue, I lifted her out of the tub. Carrying her inside, as a groom would a bride, our lips stayed together. I could feel the heat from her crotch emanate, and as I laid her down on the couch I slipped my right hand down to it. I traced the inside of her thigh, and cupped her love. She was soaked, lips full and exposed, as I slipped my finger inside her. She moaned, and strained to get more inside her. I kept my mouth on her right breast and slipped another finger into her, then began to move it in and out. Her clean scent greeted my nostrils, and I knew I had to taste her. I slipped my head down, and gazed for a second at the perfect trim job she had done on her pussy. I slipped my hands under her buttocks, and used my ring fingers to tease her anus as plunged my tongue deep within her. Lapping her furiously, the more I tasted the more I had to have. Alternating between tongue fucking her, and covering her lips with my tongue, she flowed more and more. As I sucked her clit, she had her first orgasm, drenching my face with juices. I continued, and brought her to another by inserting my fingers in her ass, and fucking her pussy with my tongue. As I stood up, she lunged forward and grabbed to base of my cock with her hand and took all of me into her mouth. The things she did to me blew my mind, and it was if all the great aspects of head I had received over the years came together in the work she was doing on me. I lost it when I looked down to see her eyes meet mine, and I saw the pleasure in them. She swallowed me dry, and then pulled me to her. I slipped into her slowly, as our lips met again, then matched my pace with the grinding of her hips. I felt as one with her, and never had felt anyone so tight. She milked me to orgasm again, the slid onto her belly, as I took her from behind. Pulling out as I came, I coated her buttocks with cum, then used as lube to enter her tight ass. She tensed briefly, and then matched my rhythm. That time was slower, and I came again deep within her. We held each other as we recovered then she rode me to another orgasm, her juices coating my stomach and hips. Our last time of the evening, I stopped just short of coming and we slipped into a 69, and gave each other release with our mouths and fingers. She stayed until morning, and then I drove her to her truck at the plant. We still talk at work, but nothing like that has ever happened between us again. I dream of her sometimes, and the time we spent together but mainly I’m just happy to have the memory. The Snowstorm Outside the blizzard was blowing. Snow flurrying around. Visibility was getting less and less. Inside the house was warm and cosy, Faith had the log fire burning. The children were in bed fast asleep, dinner was simmering on the stove and she was sitting in front of the fire hoping that her man would be able to get home before the roads were closed off. "Next thing to go will be the power for sure," she thought to herself as she got up to get candles just in case. No sooner done and the power shut done. After lighting the candles, she went to find her transistor radio, hoping to hear news of the roads and their condition. They had moved to the country for the children but at times like this Faith wondered if the peace and solitude was worth the isolation that came with it during these snow storms. "....all roads to Cedar Vale have been closed." announced the dj from the local radio station. "Well there go my hopes for a quiet romantic night in front of the fire," thought Faith. She sat back in the chair, listening to some soft music, looking into the fire and was day dreaming about their time together. They were so happy... so in love. Their life together was perfect. "Well almost," she thought "if it weren’t for the snowstorms it would be." Before she knew it, she had dozed off. That was how Paul found her as he pushed the front door closed against the wind and snow. He smiled to himself as he looked at her. Her mouth was slightly ajar as she snored softly. The candles lent a relaxed atmosphere to the room and the music, while not his choice, did the same. He could smell their dinner simmering on the stove but he wasn’t hungry for food. How could he look at food when this beautiful woman was here waiting for him? He was hungry all right but a casserole was not what he had on his mind. He walked across the room as quietly as he could. Then when he reached the armchair she rested in, he knelt between her legs and leaned forward to kiss her softly on her full sensuous lips. Gently brushing some stray strawberry blonde hair away from her cheek, he smiled down at her, his eyes filled with love and lust. She moaned in her sleep and moved a little but continued to sleep. He then carefully unbuttoned her blouse. Delighted to see that she was not wearing a bra, he bowed his head and with the tips of his tongue, traced her areola and flickered it across her nipple. They immediately hardened and she moaned more deeply in her sleep. taking the tip of her nipple in his mouth he gently started to suck on it. Then Faith's eyes opened and she smiled as she looked down onto his head. Her heart swelled with the love she had for him. And her pussy had started to moisten with the desire he always raised in her. She took his face in her hands and pulled it up to hers, kissing him passionately. "Oh love, I am so glad you made it through. I thought I would be spending a lonely night here without you." He smiled back at her and replied, "wild horses couldn't keep me from my sexy Aussie woman." Then bowing his head once more started to give the other bud the same treatment. When she thought she could not wait any longer without him fucking her, he left her nipples spreading sweet soft kisses down her stomach. Hooking his fingers in her ski pants, he pulled them down over her wide child bearing hips, past her thighs and removed them from her long shapely legs. Then throwing them aside started to kiss her inner thighs working his way to her treasure chest. He pulled his head back a little to admire her sweet pussy. Shaven clean except for a snail trail of red, he loved that thin red line and where it led. Looking at her moist folds he swooped down to lick and suck at them. He could feel himself getting harder and harder as he pulled her lips apart to taste her fragrant juices. Pushing back the hood he found her hard little nubbin and fishtailed his tongue across it. It felt like jolts of electricity coursing through her body and Faith moaned loudly calling out his name. She wanted more.... she yearned for him to be inside her. She wanted his hard dick to fill her. But, although he was more than ready, he continued to assault her vulva, swooping his tongue in to lick out her honey. Just then Faith’s body convulsed in a hard climax filling his mouth with her juice. He continued to lick and suck all her fragrant elixir up. Face covered with her cream, he looked up at her and smiled. "Oh God love you make me cum so hard. You never cease to amaze me how good that tongue of yours is," she told him. "I haven’t finished yet." he informed her and she grinned at him. He was by now so hard. His testicles ached with longing for her. But he didn’t rush. He wanted her to want him again... to need him again. So he set to with his tongue once more. Licking her widely from her arse right up to her clit, he felt her body tense with need as he sucked and gently nipped her pearl. His hands had gone to her breasts and he rolled the nipples between fingers and thumbs, squeezing them gently while his tongue continued to assail her clit and pussy. Delving his tongue in deep, her body was soon writhing....wanting more...lusting for his engorged manhood to fill her... to fuck her. Then lifting her legs on his shoulders he rose enough so that his mushroom tip was at her entrance. He rubbed it along the crease teasing her a little and then put just the tip into her opening. Her vagina muscles tightened around it trying to pull him in deeper. But he was not being rushed. Slowly, oh so slowly, he entered her wet throbbing cunt. It was so wet that his cock slid in with no resistance like a hand in a glove. He languidly started to fuck her. His balls slapped noisily at her buttocks as he increased speed and she started to move with him matching his rhythm. Faith groaned with want, calling out to him to fuck her.....fuck her hard!!! Feeling her body start to go rigid ready to climax, he picked up speed ramming his rigid organ into her... pushing her back into the chair with its force. Soon he could hold back no longer. He called her name "FAITHHH" as he squirt his hot cum deep inside her. Her body reached its peak and her juice spurt from her to mingle with his as it dribbled from her pussy to run down her arse. Paul lowered her legs and fell against her, his chest heaving...heart racing. She wrapt her arms around him equally exhausted. She ran her fingers down his back and said, "I love you so much Paul. With every cell in my being." He looked at her and answered, "I love you too sweetheart more than anything else." And they laid there in each other’s arms, his spent dick still buried deep inside her, as they just revelled in their closeness. THE END (I hope you have enjoyed reading my story as much as I had writing it. Like most creative people I thrive on compliments as well as appreciating constructive criticisms. So please don’t forget to vote and drop me a line, let me know how my story affected you. Cleos Double) The Snowstorm All usual warnings apply here. This story is pure fiction, any resemblance to any persons real or otherwise is purely coincidental. If you are offended by stories involving sex, particularly incest, please hit back on your browser now. The forecast had been right, it began to snow just in time for rush hour. Nobody was sure just how much snow was going to fall but all agreed that it would be a big storm. There was a chance of up to a foot of fresh snow on top of the four inches already on the ground. Ruth was a nervous wreck driving home, she just absolutely hated driving in the snow. She was also worried about her son Jason. She knew he had to work at the gas station till 11:00 p.m. and she wished that somehow he could just get off work and head home. She knew his boss however, and he wouldn't shut down the gas station for anything less than Armageddon. Ruth is a young looking woman, easily mistaken for being in her mid thirties, ten years less than her actual age, which she wasn't about to reveal to anyone that didn't need to know. She is a natural redhead with big green eyes, has never had a problem with her weight, and her breasts which are 36C's are still just as perky as they were when she was a teen. Ruth has been divorced for a couple of years now. After a failed marriage and a couple of lousy relationships, she currently has resigned herself to being single and enjoying it. It's not that she wouldn't like to have a man n her life, but she has decided she'd rather be alone than be with the wrong guy. She could always rely on her battery operated friend to take care of her physical needs anyhow. The drive home from work usually takes Ruth about half an hour, but the way the snow was coming down, it turned into an hour and fifteen minute drive. By the time she hit town, she was exhausted. She decided to stop by the station where Jason works to pick up bread and milk before going the rest of the way home. That way she could at least check on him and make sure everything what alright. Jason is what you'd commonly refer to as a good kid. He goes to college full time and works part time to help his Mom pay for it. He's a good looking young man, never overbearing, and always willing to lend a hand to someone in need. Ruth has always been very proud of him, and she's always had every right to be. When he saw her pull into the station he felt relief, he had been trying to call her at the house just to make sure she got home alright and was starting to get quite worried. At least now he could stop worrying and concentrate on his job. He reminded her he'd be working till 11:00 and promised to come straight home after work. You know how mothers worry, but the drive home from the station is only a couple of miles. By the time Ruth finally made it home, there were almost six fresh inches of snow on the ground. She gave the sidewalk a quick sweeping and finally went inside. She had to call both her Mom and her sister to let them know she'd made it home in one piece and decided to take a nice long hot bath to relax. She had a nice long soak in the tub then fixed herself some dinner making sure to fix enough for Jason to heat up when he got home. She had barely finished eating when the power went off. The house was pitch black but luckily for her, she loves candles so she was able to quickly get at least a small amount of light. She thought that perhaps she should check the breakers until she looked out the window and saw that the power was off all over the neighborhood. "Oh great!" She thought, "The snow must have knocked down some wires. Ruth knew there wasn't a thing she could do but wait for the power to come back on. She resigned herself to the fact that this was going to be a very boring evening. She soon nodded off and was awaked by Jason coming in the door. As she looked at her watch and saw it was only 10:00 she started to worry. "What's wrong Jason? Why are you home so early?" she quickly asked. "Nothings wrong Mom" he answered, "The power is just out, can't pump any gas without electricity." he added. Without any power Ruth was unaware that nearly the entire county was without electricity. The snow storm was bad, roads were being closed, power was out, there was nearly a foot of snow already, and it wasn't showing any signs of slowing down. Ruth got up and heated up the supper she'd left for Jason, "At least we have a gas stove." she thought. She couldn't help but notice that the house was already getting a little chilly. She hadn't thought of it till then, but quickly realized it was probably going to be a very cold night. She knew there was no use in complaining, they'd just have to make the best of a bad situation. After chatting with Jason for a few minutes Ruth decided she might as well just go to bed. She put on a nice warm sweat suit and crawled under her blankets. Despite the cold and worrying about waking up on time for work in the morning, she quickly drifted off into a nice deep sleep. Ruth had no way of knowing what time it was, but she was awakened awhile later by Jason. He was gently shaking her shoulder and saying "Mom, wake up, it's really cold in here! It's so cold I think we could freeze to death in here!" Ruth felt immediately how cold it had become. To think they'd freeze to death was probably a bit extreme, but it was very cold indeed. She knew however, there wasn't much they could do about it. "go get the comforter off of your bed and put it on top of my blankets, then get under here with me" she said. Then adding, "The only thing I can think of is that we'll just have to share our body heat." Jason wasn't about to argue with her, he went and got the comforter, put it atop her blankets, and snuggled up to her as quickly as he could. The were both shivering at first so they snuggled up close and it worked. Sharing their body heat under the blankets made them comfortable enough to drop off into dream land. The rest of the night passed without incident. When Ruth awoke the next morning, it was with a start. She was laying on her side and Jason was snuggled up close to her. His arm was around her and his hand was cupping her breast. She could here tell by the way he breathing that clearly he was sound asleep. So she gently took his hand and pushed it way from her boob. She then reached for her watch and got another start, it was a half an hour past her starting time at work. She quickly jumped out of bed and the stark reality of the power still being off hit her like a slap in the face. The house was absolutely freezing and one quick look out the window told her she wasn't going anywhere. The snow plow hadn't come anywhere close to their street yet. She quickly grabbed her cell phone to call the office to let them know. She was relieved in a way when a security guard answered and told her that the building was shut down for at least the day. It seems the storm had dumped so much snow that there was a state of emergency and nobody was going anywhere. It was so chilly that she felt her best option now was to heat some water on the stove for some coffee and get back in bed while she waited for it. Jason was still sound asleep laying on his back. She snuggled up close to him to warm up and put her arm around him. Ruth felt a bit strange being snuggled that close to Jason, especially after waking to find his hand cupping her breast, but she was too cold not to. As she waited for her water to boil she thought it over and realized that in his sleep, Jason was merely looking for warmth, she assured herself it had to be something unconscious that he wasn't even aware of. When she heard the kettle whistle, she quickly got out of bed, fixed herself a cup of coffee, and got back into bed. A couple of minutes out of bed told her exactly where she was going to stay until the heat came back on. Right there under the covers. "Oh God it's still cold in here!" Jason said as he awoke making Ruth laugh. "Just stop whining mister!" she said to him. Adding, "We're going to be stuck in this bed till the power comes back on and I'm not sharing my bed with a crybaby!" then she told him, "If you have to pee, go, and if you want some coffee the water is still hot, I just boiled it, if you're getting out of this bed fine, but hurry up and get your butt back into it and keep me warm!" "Now look who's whining." Jason replied sarcastically and crawled out of bed to take a leak. "brrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!" He too felt like the cold slapped him in the face the moment he stepped out from under the covers. He hurried to pee, then grabbed a quick cup of coffee. He couldn't wait to feel the warmth of the blankets again. He snuggled up close again to his Mom and she wrapped her arm around him. She had her head on his shoulder and absentmindedly put her hand under his sweatshirt and was caressing his chest. It felt warm and she saw no harm in what her hand was doing. They weren't saying much, just enjoying the warmth and as Ruth's hand continued to caress Jason's chest, he slid his hand under her shirt and caressed her lower back. This went on for quite awhile, neither saying a word. After awhile, Jason began to become aroused and he prayed his Mom wouldn't notice. He didn't ant to get turned on, but he was. He didn't help his own situation though when he slid his hand into his Mom's sweat pants and started to caress her panty clad ass. He had done it so slowly that until his hand covered her ass she hadn't really even noticed it. They lay like that for a long time, neither saying a word. Ruth was lost in thoughts of how nice Jason's hand felt upon her ass and he was thinking how nice her touch upon his chest was. As they continued to caress one another many thoughts ran through their minds. Many of them they tried to block out. There had never been ay sexual tension between the two before but there was a definite tension growing now. Jason had an erection and it mortified him. He could only imagine how bad his mother would freak out if she knew. He tried to think of anything he could that would make it go away, but it just wouldn't. he even removed her hand from Ruth's bottom, but it didn't help and his hand would absentmindedly slide back every time he removed it. Ruth meanwhile had become aware of Jason's arousal. As she had caressed his chest and stomach her arm had hit a certain lump a couple of times. She wasn't sure what to think about it. She understood that a young man holding a woman would become aroused, even took it as a compliment, but was a bit embarrassed to be holding him in that state. She didn't notice however that as if of a mind of its own, her hand kept getting closer and closer to the top of Jason's sweat pants until it made contact with the hem line. She didn't go beyond that, but the thought crossed her mind. The silence between them continued for quite some time, until finally there was a noise that brought them both back to their senses. The ringing of a cell phone. Jason hopped out of bed to get it and for a moment Ruth caught a glimpse of the rather large tent in front of his sweats. She tried not to think about it, but at the time there wasn't much else to think about. Jason brought the phone into the room and handed it to his Mom. It was her sister Elaine calling to see if they were making out alright. She had been able to find out that there were telephone poles down all over the area and it might be a couple of more days before anyone had power. When Ruth told her that Jason her she were snuggling together to keep warm, Elaine actually told her she was jealous. "I wish it was me that got to spend quality time in bed with that gorgeous boy!" she said. "Stop being a sicko!" Ruth then scolded her. "Oh you know I'm just teasing" her sister assured her, but adding, "But don't do anything with him that I wouldn't do." When Ruth hung up the phone she tried to get her mind off of such thoughts. There was no way she was sexually attracted to Jason and he certainly wasn't attracted to her. She assured herself that his arousal was simply a guy being a guy. Rubbing against a woman's body will do that to a guy she thought. She told Jason that she was getting hungry and went into the kitchen. She started the stove up thinking something hot would feel good to them and it'd heat the place up a little. This a least got her mind off of sex for awhile. What she had no way of knowing of course was that Jason was trying his best to get his mind off of it too. By the time the meal had cooked and was eaten, the kitchen began to cool off again. Ruth crawled back into bed before he chill set in but Jason stayed out in the kitchen to call a couple of friends on the cell. By the time he finally crawled back into bed he was freezing. Ruth was laying on her side and he snuggled up to her spooning as close to her as he could get. He was so cold his entire body was shivering. "Oh you poor boy," Ruth said," hold me close and I'll warm you up." A few minutes of holding his Mom did the trick. He was finally getting warm again. His body responded by becoming aroused again though. He got a hard on and this time there was no hiding it. It was pressing right against Ruth's body. He was mortified but she didn't say a word about it. Ruth was also mortified, but she didn't think saying anything about it would help. She didn't want him to think she was bothered by it. She knew he couldn't help it. She also didn't want him to be embarrassed. It just happened. So she said nothing all the while finding herself actually enjoying the feel of it pressing against her. Jason found himself wanting to grind against his Mom but knew he couldn't. he held her very close with his arm just under her breasts and wanted so badly to touch them. He didn't dare do it though. He had tried to get his mind off of sex but just couldn't. now it's all he could think of. Neither knew that the other was thinking the same thoughts. They each were just becoming growingly more frustrated by trying not to think such things. It got to a point where you could almost cut the sexual tension between them with a knife. Jason couldn't stand it anymore and rolled over flat onto his back and let out a deep sigh. Ruth quickly rolled over and asked, "What's wrong Honey? Is something bothering you?" A stupid question no doubt, but it was the first thing that had popped into her mind to say. "No, I'm ok Mom, I just needed to shift, I was getting a cramp." Jason replied. He couldn't' tell her what was wrong but they both knew. He wanted to so badly, and had no idea that she had also reached a boiling point and almost wished he'd tell her. When Jason he rolled over Ruth had turned so that she was facing him. Having felt his erection pressing into her for so long had made her so wet she couldn't stand it. She put her hand on his chest just as she had before but this time she couldn't seem to control herself. She looked him right in the eyes and said, "If you tell anyone about this I will kill you." and with that she slid her hand down his belly, under his sweat pants, and grasped his hard cock. She was trying to tell herself she'd just stroke his cock, give him the badly needed release he needed but she couldn't stop herself. She kissed him on he lips and then started working down his chest, his stomach, and then pushing his sweats down, she began to kiss his engorged seven inch cock. "Oh God Mom, I love you!" exclaimed Jason, "I've been thinking about you all day, I didn't think you want to do this!" With that she told him to just shut up and started licking his shaft. She licked from the head down to his balls, taking time to kiss and lick his entire ball sack. She then licked her way back up his shaft and then opened wide and swallowed his cock. She was loving every minute of this as much as he was. After several minutes of Ruth giving him head he knew he was getting close to exploding. "Mom! Mom! You've got to slow down! I'm going to cum soon if you don't!" he said with urgency. Ruth quickly took her mouth off his hard cock and told him to help her get her sweat pants off. This took a few moments with them trying to stay under the blankets and it was just the break Jason needed. Once her bottom was off she straddled his face and lowered her pussy to his mouth and resumed sucking his cock. They licked and sucked one another in a frenzy. Ruth came the moment Jason touched her clit with his tongue and didn't slow down a beat. She gave him a wondrous dose of her love juices and sucked all the more so she'd get a dose of his. Just as Ruth was about to experience her second orgasm Jason's cock swelled in her mouth and she felt it begin to pulsate. They filled each other's mouth's with sweet creamy love juices. It was a moment neither ever wanted to end but like all good things it had to. Ruth curled back into Jason's arms and gave him a huge kiss. It was like no other kiss they'd ever shared before, but was only the first of many to come. They shared the juices that were in their respective mouths as they did. As they kissed as lovers for the first time, suddenly the power came back on. Ruth laughed and told Jason, "Hurry up and go shut out the lights honey, then get your ass back into this bed, Momma needs fucked and she needs fucked right now!" The Snowstorm Nola heard the big engine of the truck outside. Who could it be? Hurriedly, she finished dressing and went out to the back door. In just a few swipes of the snowplow blade her neighbor, Tom, had cleared the huge rural driveway that swept around her old farmhouse. She had just been about to go shovel in the frigid air and he had saved her a ton of back-breaking work. Nola hung out the door and waved. Tom pulled up and rolled down his window. "Oh, Tom, thank you! Can I pay you?" Nola bounced a little in the cold air to stay warm. "Absolutely not!" He scowled good-naturedly then smiled. "Not even a little something to pay for gas?" "Wouldn't hear of it!" "Well, come in and let me get you a cup of coffee. I just made an apple pie yesterday from the last of the apples." "Now, that I could not refuse." Tom shut the big truck down, rolled up the window and got out, slamming the door behind him. He followed Nola into the cozy farmhouse. Nola helped Tom off with his coat. She took in the broad shoulders encased in flannel and long johns in front of her. Inhaling, she turned and took his coat into the living room to put it on a chair by the fireplace. "There, it'll be nice and toasty warm by the time you're ready to leave." Nola smiled at Tom as she got a mug off a hook for his coffee. He really was very handsome, very tall with a thick dark beard and hair shot threw with threads of silver. A woman could get comfortable running her fingers through that hair. Nola had always wondered why he'd never married. They'd known each other since high school but rather distantly. He had not been friends with her cheating ex-husband and had actually told her she was well rid of him when her divorce went through. Nola had been surprised but they hadn't really talked much since then. It had been over a year. "Do you take anything in your coffee, Tom?" "A little milk would be nice, if you have it." "Absolutely." In a minute, Nola had a slice of homemade apple pie warmed up in the microwave so that the cinnamon scented the air. She brought it to the table with a mug of coffee for Tom then got herself a mug and sat down with him. "Mmmm, Nola, this pie is heaven." Nola smiled. "I'll have to send another slice home with you. I certainly don't need most of a pie to myself." "I'd appreciate that. I didn't know if you might need to get out to go to work?" "Nooo, the library closes when the schools do. No work today for me." Tom grinned at Nola. "Nice cushy job there!" "I suppose you have to go plow out a ton of driveways and such," Nola said sympathetically. "Nope, yours was the last one. Well, at least until later. I'll have to make a pass back through a few." Nola looked at Tom speculatively. He'd just finished his pie. "Why don't we take our coffee in by the fireplace where it's warmer?" Tom looked at Nola for a minute. There was something in her expression. "I'm feeling warmer already, let's go." Tom followed Nola into the living room and they sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace, side by side. "Tom, can I ask you a very personal question?" Nola looked up at him sideways. Tom just looked at her for minute. "You can ask, but I reserve the right not to answer." "Fair enough. I've always wondered, why have you never married? Are you...?" "Gay? No, but I am bi. I guess I never married because I never found a woman who could accept that in our relationship. I'd never sneak around on my wife to fulfill that need." Nola thought about that for a minute. She wasn't sure if she could accept having her husband see someone else either, but she respected his honesty. She thought about watching him with another man and found the idea rather arousing. Her head built a picture on it's own, Tom leaning down... Tom set his cup down on the coffee table with a sigh. "I'm sorry, Nola. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, maybe I should go." "No!" Nola put her hand on Tom's thigh. "You didn't make me uncomfortable. Well, maybe you did a little but only in the best way and you could help make me... comfortable again." Tom settled back and looked at Nola's smile. He'd been right about what she was telegraphing after all. "Well, let's see what we can do about that." Tom leaned in and Nola met him halfway in a sweet apple pie and coffee kiss. Tom found his arms full of a very warm and willing woman, her hands already up under his shirt and spreading across his broad chest. It had been so long for Nola, she couldn't seem to get close enough, taste enough of him or touch enough of him. She kissed him aggressively, her hands pushing up his long john shirt. She pulled back breathlessly to shove up and Tom helped her to get it off. "Wow," she breathed as she looked at the broad manly chest. Her husband had been the thin runner type. "Oh, this is so much better." She was on him again and Tom obliged her hunger, letting her hands run wherever they wanted while he worked himself out of his jeans. His boots had already been discarded at the door on his way in. He went to work on Nola's jeans and shirt while her hands and mouth roved his body. He sucked in a breath and went still when Nola's explorations took her south of the border. He had a feeling she was going to be insatiable. He could live with that. Nola held Tom's cock firmly but gently as she licked up and down it, like a kid with a long waited for popsicle on a hot summer day. She wanted him hard and ready to fill her. Tom was hard and almost ready. He grabbed for his jeans and fished his wallet out, pulling out a condom and flicked it to Nola. With an eager grin, Nola opened it and rolled it easily down his erection. "You do that pretty easily for a woman who hasn't had sex in a year," Tom quipped. Nola winked. "I use them on my dildo so I don't have to worry about cleaning it too carefully." "Excellent technique," Tom said as he pulled her up onto him, letting Nola guide the head of his cock toward her slit. "Ohhhhhh." Nola gripped Tom's shoulders tightly as his stiff prick filled her fuller than anything ever had. She was panting already and grinning broadly over Tom. Wasting no time, she started to ride him like an expert jockey, setting a steady and easy pace. Tom's hands wandered up to tease and tweak her nipples. "Harder," Nola panted. She wanted to make up for years and years of little feeling going into sex and this was the man to help her do it. Tom teased her nipples, barely brushing past them with his thumbs then taking them between his thumb and forefinger to pinch and roll mercilessly. "Oh, God... yes!" Nola was already quivering in a mind numbing orgasm. Tom's hands went down to her hips and held her as he took over, thrusting up ferociously. God, she was a hot little bundle. They were going to have some fun times together. Nola felt the orgasm roll on and on, building higher and higher as Tom continued to thrust and she rode him. She swore she saw fireworks at the peak and then she was coming down as Tom rolled to a stop. They were both breathless as Nola slumped over his chest. Sensations continued to dance over her skin and she closed her eyes. The hot male scent of him, the fire in the hearth and the smell of sex in the air made her smile. This wasn't over yet, not if she had anything to say about it. The Snowstorm This story was inspired by some time I spent living in Oregon and having to cross snow covered mountains. While everything here is fiction there are several places on the road to Mount Hood from Portland that I had in mind when I wrote this. I had intended for this story to end somewhat differently than what it did but as the characters came to life the story took a turn in a somewhat different direction. If I get enough positive feedback on this I may turn this into a chapter one of a series. I know this is long and since I didn't use an editor any and all mistakes are totally mine. Please forgive the mistakes but I do hope you enjoy the story. Cknthisout ***** The trip across the mountains was supposed to be an easy one but the return trip was proving to be quite difficult as the weather had turned nasty bringing a blizzard in from the west. The heater on Marc's 4x4 was doing a sufficient job keeping the windows clear and him warm but could do nothing to help him see out of the windshield. The mesmerizing view before him made it difficult to see the road he was desperately trying to stay on. Even with the studded tires, the treacherous conditions made his progress slow. The blackened sky made it seem much later than the four o'clock in the afternoon that it really was. As he rounded the bend he saw the white SUV buried in the snow on the side of the road. The tires were spinning but the vehicle wasn't budging. A hooded figure emerged from the door and walked around looking at the predicament that she found herself in. Mark saw that while she did have on a long coat with a hood that she was inappropriately dressed for traveling across the mountain pass in the snow. He eased over behind her, turned on his flashers and got out of his 4x4. As he approached her he noticed her dark brown eyes. Her eyes were so dark and deep that it appeared that she had no pupil. They appeared to be pools of liquid darkness. Her breath was escaping between the threads of the scarf covering her face sending little clouds of condensation into the air. She thanked him for stopping and asked if he could help her get her vehicle out. He walked around the SUV surveying the damage and looking to see if there was a way to pull it out without damaging the vehicle further. After a quick examination he determined that by using the winch on the front of his truck that he would be able to pull her out using the receiver for her trailer hitch. He invited her to sit in his truck to keep warm while he pulled her vehicle out. He carefully connected the winch and slowly backed up pulling her SUV from the snow bank. After several feet of movement he stopped, got out of the truck and checked her car and the cable. He walked around the SUV once again and when he returned to the truck and climbed in her told her that he had some bad news for her. "It looks like your right front tire has a bent rim. It would be dangerous to try to drive with it in good weather and certainly not in a snowstorm like this." She asked him what she could do and he said that he could call a tow truck and have it taken to a garage to be fixed but with the weather it could be a while before the truck could get there. He told her that there was a small diner with some cabins nearby, that she could spend the night at, while she waited for her wheel to be repaired. It took about 15 minutes to contact the tow company and tell them where the SUV was located. They told him that the snowstorm had caused some small avalanches in the area and that the road was blocked in several places but that they should be able to get to in within a couple of hours. They agreed to call when they had picked up the SUV and to bring Deanna, he finally found out her name, to the garage when the repairs were complete. Satisfied that the vehicle would be taken care of, he put the truck in gear and headed up the mountain road, into the snowstorm, towards the diner. With the worsening weather it took almost forty five minutes for them to reach the diner. Deanna didn't speak much except to thank him for his help. He could tell that she was somewhat nervous at being all alone with a strange man in such unsettling circumstances. He tried to relax her by telling her about himself and his life. He was married, had been for 23 years, had kids but they were all grown and moved out of the house. He had been across the mountain to do some contract work and was on his way home when he spotted her. They arrived at the diner and as she exited the truck he saw that she looked small and frightened. As she walked toward the door, she clutched her coat tightly around her. The blowing wind and snow as well as the ice on the parking lot made the walk inside very unsteady. He made the decision that he would stay and make sure that she would be ok until she got her car repaired and back on the road. He quickly called his wife and explained the situation to her and she told him to do whatever was necessary to insure that that young girl was taken care of. He shut off the engine and quickly rushed inside. The diner was rather full due to the traffic and Deanna had not been seated yet. He walked up behind her and quietly spoke to her. "You seem like you are so lost in this situation. I would like to offer my help to make sure that you are ok until your car is repaired and you are on your way." he told her. She turned around and he saw the dried tear tracks on her face. She took a deep breath and gathered up her courage and told him that it was unnecessary, that she could take care of herself. "Deanna," he began, "You really seem out of your element here, and while I have no doubt that you can take care of yourself, you seem like you could use a friend. Being stuck in a strange place all alone is not anybody's ideal situation, and I am just offering to be a friend to you to help you get through this ordeal. Let me buy you dinner and then we can see if there are a couple of available cabins to stay in till morning." Deanna looked up into his face to see the sincerity of his offer and was able to manage a small smile as she agreed to let him help. He told her that he had already called his wife and explained the situation to her and that she told him to help her out in whatever way was necessary. At the mention of his wife she seemed to relax and finally seemed to let go of the nervousness that she had been holding onto. They were seated after a few moments and as they sat down and she removed her overcoat, he saw that she was wearing a light dress that was more appropriate for summer than for a winter storm. She saw the puzzled look on his face and realized why he thought she needed someone to help her. She was totally inappropriately dressed for this weather. She looked like she had no clue as to what the weather was or that it was even winter. As this realization came to her she let out a small laugh. As they sat down she explained to Mark that this was not her normal winter outfit but that she had been doing a photo shoot for a spring layout when her ex-boyfriend had busted in and trashed the place and that she had left out in such a hurry that she hadn't taken the time to change clothes but had just grabbed her suitcase and headed back home across the mountain. Mark learned that she was 28, single and a part-time model. She had not been married and had no kids but was hoping to find someone that would love her and that she could love but the past several boyfriends had proven to not be that kind of guy. As they ate dinner she seemed to relax more and began to open up to him and to inquire about his life. He told her that he had retired after 35 years of working for others to open his own consulting business and while he wasn't getting rich, he was making enough to be comfortable and to allow him and his wife to live in the high desert on the other side of the mountains. They quickly finished dinner and Mark paid the bill. Deanna thanked him for his generosity as he helped her get her coat on. As they walked across the parking lot to the office for the cabins, the vacancy sign changed to no vacancy. Determined that she should have a place for the night, he rushed her into the office. "I'm sorry sir but with the avalanches and the storm, the cabins are all filled up." The clerk told him when he inquired about a place to stay. "Look, this young lady here has no clothes to change into and her car is being towed into the garage tonight to be repaired in the morning. Don't you have anything that she could use for the night?" "Well I am not supposed to rent it out because it is under renovation, but there is one more cabin. It is a little further back into the woods and there is no power to it right now. There is wood and a fireplace that you can use and one bed. There should be sheets and blankets in the closet that you can use." "She'll take it." Deanna whispered into Mark's ear that she couldn't stay alone in that cabin. She wasn't the camping type and didn't know how to build a fire. Mark said that he would get the fire started and make sure the cabin was warm before going to sleep in his truck. He turned around and paid for the cabin settling the issue. The clerk gave him the keys and a map to the cabin. As they got into the truck Deanna told him that she couldn't let him sleep in the truck knowing that he had paid for the cabin. That he should stay in the cabin with her, especially since he had paid for it. That way he could make sure that the fire didn't go out. He reluctantly agreed and drove down the trail to the empty cabin. Apparently the clerk hadn't been to the cabin recently as it appeared that most of the renovations had been done and the rustic look had been almost completely restored. After a quick check of the cabin they did discover the sheets and blankets for the one bed as well as for the futon that was in the living room. There was electricity, but the heater was missing so a fire was going to be the only heat they had for the night. Fortunately there was a nice pile of wood outside and the wood bin inside was completely filled including having kindling and matches. Mark quickly got a fire going and as the place warmed up took a better look around the cabin. He noticed a propane tank behind the cabin and went to check to see if it was full. He discovered by the tag on it, that it had been recently filled, probably in anticipation of the cabin being reopened, and saw that it was just turned off. He also discovered the main water valve was turned off, probably to keep the pipes from freezing until the heater was installed. He saw that the drain valve was opened and decided to close the drain and turn on the water for the night. The heat from the fireplace should be enough to keep the pipes from freezing and they would at least have water. After turning on the water he went inside and found the water heater and saw that it was gas. He checked the place where the heater would be installed to make sure that the gas valve there was cut off so that he could get some hot water for a shower. Once that was accomplished he went back inside to light the hot water heater. He found that while he had been taking care of the water, Deanna had taken the time to make the bed and the futon. Mark told her about the possibility of a hot shower. She told him that she appreciated him helping her out but that her taking a shower was out of the question as she had left her suitcase in the trunk of her car and had nothing to change into. Mark told her that he kept emergency clothes and supplies in his truck and that he probably had something that she could use for the night. With that said he headed out and retrieved his emergency supplies which included some food as well as some warm clothes. Deanna looked through his supplies and found a set of thermal long johns and a flannel shirt that she thought she could wear and took them into the bedroom to change. Mark looked through his supplies to find the coffee and headed off to the kitchen to make them something warm to drink. He lit the stove and found a pot to make the coffee in. He saw that the cabin was stocked with dishes and silverware so he was able to wash up a couple of cups and within a few minutes had poured them both the delicious smelling brew. As he walked back across the room to sit by the fire, Deanna emerged out of the bedroom dressed in long johns and flannel. She took the hot coffee and sank into the large cushioned chair near the fire. She curled her legs underneath her and pulled the throw off the back of the chair and used it to cover herself. "I am finally starting to get warm." She said as she sipped her hot brew. "Thank you so very much for being such a gentleman. I didn't realize that they still existed. From my experience most men are such jerks." "You must not have met the right men." She agreed and fell silent. Mark thought that he must have said the wrong thing and decided to avoid that subject with her. As the silence ensued he took a closer look at this strange young woman. Her dark eyes were such a contrast to the light brown hair that flowed around her face. And what a beautiful face it was. He nose was small, but not too small, slightly turned up at the end. He lips were full but not overtly so and the way she occasionally bit her lower lip when she was thinking just added to her beauty. Even though she was wearing one of his flannel shirts he could tell that she was probably a C cup. Her legs were slender but toned and her feet were delicate and dainty. He could understand what the photographer had seen, to want to photograph. She was beautiful. But she was also half his age and he was married. He tried to push those thoughts out of his mind so he turned to look at the fire and placed his concentration on that. Deanna was at a loss of what to say. She sat there thinking that this kind man must think she was a total loser. With an ex-boyfriend that had busted up her photo shoot she wondered if she would be able to get another modeling job. If she wasn't able to model she knew she wouldn't make enough money to support herself in the high desert. She would have to move back to the city and take one of those jobs that her parents had always thought that she would get after graduating from college. But she enjoyed her work with the horses and was building a reputation of being very good with them. She looked over at Mark. While not what she had always thought of when she looked at men, she saw something in him that she found appealing. His dark hair with a slight mix of gray was full of curls that covered his head. His round face had a kindness to it that was personified by his treatment of her. While somewhat paunch she realized that he was somewhat of a handsome man. Why couldn't she find someone like him she thought to herself? With Deanna being quiet Mark began to feel uncomfortable, especially with the thoughts of her that had been crossing his mind. He decided to get up and fix them a snack, stoke up the fire and then get ready for bed. As he walked across the cabin he realized that the wind had picked up and that the storm was roaring. He looked out the window and discovered that he could not see but a couple of feet until it turned into a wall of white. He saw the snow piling up on the porch and realized that this was turning into a full blown blizzard and that they might be stuck there for a couple of days. He poured himself another cup of coffee and brought the pot back with him. He told her the bad news about the storm as he refilled her cup and said that they might be stuck together for a couple of days. She took the news in silence so he figured that he would try to call his wife and see if she had more information on the storm. It took a while for him to get through and when he finally did the connection was not good. He was able to learn that the storm had stalled and was expected to dump several feet of snow on the mountain and wasn't expected to clear out for a couple of days. Before he had a chance to find out anything further the call dropped and what little signal he had had moments before was now completely gone. With the news of the storm he decided that they would need to conserve food as he had only enough for one person to last about a week. Mark decided to check to see if they had hot water yet and was glad to discover that they did. He let Deanna know and asked her if she wanted to shower first. She nodded in the affirmative and he pulled out his bag with his soap and shaving supplies and handed it to her. She got up and headed into the bathroom. As she closed the door she looked out and saw Mark sinking into the chair beside the fire. He had gone out of his way to make sure that she was ok. He really seemed like a good guy. And he made her feel safe and secure. She stood there a moment watching him wondering what he thought of her. She had probably not made the best impression and she decided that when she got out of the shower she would do better to be nice to him. She closed the door and turned on the water. It only took a moment for the steam to fill up the shower stall. She took off the warm clothes that Mark had loaned her and draped them across the counter to keep them from getting wet so that she could put them back on. She was grateful that he had been so generous, especially with his other clothes, to keep her warm and dry. As she stepped into the shower she noticed her reflection in the mirror. A thought flashed across her mind that seemed to come out of nowhere. She wondered if Mark would like to see what she saw in the mirror. She was surprised at the thought and just as quickly as it came she pushed it out of her mind. He seemed to be a happily married man. He had not shown her anything that would cause her to think that he was the least bit attracted to her. Then the thought crossed her mind that his wife must be getting the same dick that she had gotten for the past 23 years. If they were still having sex that is. She could not imagine getting the same dick for more than 18 months since that was the longest that any of her relationships had lasted. She seemed to easily tire of the men she had dated. Especially since most of them had been like her last one and turned out to be such asses. She pushed those thoughts out of her head and began to wash. Pouring some of the body wash into the rag, she began to rub it on her body. As her hand crossed her breast, her nipples began to harden. She wondered how it would feel if that was Mark's hand washing her tits causing them to expand into eraser shaped points. "What would it feel like to have his lips sucking on them?" she wondered. The warm water caressing her body and the thoughts of Mark sucking on her nipples left her in a dream state in which she imagined giving herself over to him completely. The sudden knock on the door brought her back to reality and she removed her fingers, (now how did they get there?) from her wet pussy. "Hurry up. The storm is getting worse and I don't want to take a cold shower." Mark shouted through the door. Deanna quickly washed her hair and finished rinsing off. She turned off the faucet and squeezed the water out of her hair. As she stood there with the water dripping off of her body she wondered if Mark would like seeing her like this. She could feel the ache between her legs and wished that she had been able to finish herself off before he knocked on the door. Instead she was thinking about this much older married man and wondering if he would like her naked body. She stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself off with the towel. As she ran the soft but course fabric across her body she imagined that it was Mark's hands caressing her. She finished up and wrapped her hair in the towel so that she could get dressed. She picked up the clothes she had on and smelled them. She could only smell the fragrance from the wash and the light fragrance of perfume that she had on. She had no clean underwear to put on so she slipped on the just shirt and long johns before washing the ones she had been wearing in the sink and hanging them up. The Snowstorm Quickly tidying up the bathroom, she picked up the wet towels and hung them on the rack in the corner. She gave one look around to make sure that she had taken care of everything and then opened the door. The temperature in the room was much cooler than the bathroom and caused her nipples to get hard once again, creating little points of flannel shirt sticking out. Mark looked up at the sound and asked. "Better?" "Yes. Much! Thank you so much for everything, the warm water, the clothes, the coffee and the kindness. I know it may not seem like it but I am very grateful that you are the one that stopped to help me." Mark smiled as her words poured forth. He was beginning to think that she was finally starting to warm up to him and that they could have at least a pleasant night. He watched as she took the towel off of her hair and let it fall down onto her shoulders. She then shook her head to loosen her hair and he watched the water droplets fly across the room. Mark thought that there was something that was extremely sexy about that and then chastised himself for having such thoughts. But he then noticed her pert nipples and once again began to have what he would consider improper thoughts. To keep himself from continuing to think along those lines, he quickly got up and headed into the bathroom. "I was more than happy to stop and help." He replied. "And I am glad that you are now doing better. It was my pleasure." He stated as he stepped into the bathroom. Deanna followed him with her eyes into the bathroom and felt a little disappointed that he had left the room so quickly. She didn't know what had come over her that she would be having feelings for this older, married man that she had just met. He had a sense of presence, of assuredness that most men didn't. She was used to men of all ages hitting on her and this man had not even acknowledged her looks. She was quite perplexed. Was his lack of interest in her what caused her interest in him? She didn't understand what was going on, but with the two of them being stuck in this cabin at least for overnight she decided that she would figure it out. Mark got into the shower and wondered what had come over him. She was young enough to be his daughter. There was no way that she would be interested in him. He was too old for her and too out of shape. And while he was comfortable enough with his body to not be a prude, he did not think that she would want him to walk around nude like he normally did when he was at home. He jumped into the shower and made it as hot as he could and tried to let the water streaming over him carry all these thoughts down the drain. Deanna sat down by the fire and continued to towel dry her hair before reaching into her purse and pulling out her hair brush. As she sat there mindlessly running the brush through her hair, she thought about Mark in the shower. She wondered if she was having the same affect on him that he was having on her. She wondered if he was playing with himself in the shower like she had. The thought of him playing with himself thinking about her made her smile. The idea that she could turn him on and make his dick hard got her excited and she could feel the wetness beginning in between her legs. The longing of release that she had experienced in the bathroom but had not been able to complete came flooding back across her. She desperately wanted to finish bringing herself to that delicious orgasm but was afraid that Mark would get out of the shower and catch her in the act. But, she thought, would that be such a bad thing? As her hands slid into the long johns she said to herself that she would immediately stop if she heard the shower turn off. Mark let the water flow down his body. The spray from the shower head was hitting him in the chest feeling like little beads massaging his skin. He stuck his head under the spray and wet his hair. He stepped back and squeezed a dollop of shampoo into the palm of his hand. He thought that it looked like he had cum in his hand. The milky whiteness of the shampoo rolled around in his hand. He took one last look and then raised his hand to his head and began to massage the creamy substance into his hair. As he rinsed the soap out of his hair he thought about the fact that Deanna had been doing the same thing just moments before. He wondered what she had looked like as the suds had flowed down across her pert breast. He remember that her nipples were hard when she had stepped into the room and although he was sure it was due to the temperature difference in the rooms, he wondered if it had possibly been because she had been attracted to him. He doubted it, but he was certainly attracted to her. From the moment he saw those eyes he had decided that she was a woman to be desired. And when she took off her coat, he wondered if she had any panties on underneath that dress. And he knew that he was not going to wash the clothes he had loaned her anytime soon so that he could remind himself of what she smelled like. It wasn't like he was cheating. Besides his wife had told him to do whatever was necessary to take care of this beautiful young lady. He finished up in the shower and stepped out to dry himself off. He paused for a moment as he thought he heard a moan. Thinking that Deanna had gotten hurt tending to the fire, he quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and flung open the door. Deanna was startled at the sound of the door opening. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs and hoped that Mark had not seen what she was doing. But the look on his face told her that he had and she turned a bright shade of red in embarrassment. She turned her face toward the fire and then realized that he was standing there in nothing but a towel. The hair on his chest still had little beads of water on them and water was dripping onto the floor. She took another quick glance at him and saw the rising tent in front of him, which confirmed to her that he had seen what she was doing. Without saying anything to her, he quickly stepped back into the bathroom and closed the door. She could not believe that he had caught her playing with herself. How could she have been so foolish? This was a man that she had only met just a few hours before and now she was masturbating while thinking about the things she would like to do with him. She let her thoughts drift to those things she had decided that she wanted to do with him. To see if he could take care of her "other needs" as well. After all it had been a while since she had been laid. Her now ex-boyfriend had been out of town for the past several months which is why he had been so upset when she had taken the photo shoot this weekend that he was finally home. But she needed someone that could understand her needs and Mark seemed to not only understand what she needed but seemed to anticipate them. She decided that she wouldn't mention what she was doing and just use a wait and see approach to find out if things would progress. At least she had finally got to cum. Mark stepped back into the bathroom, closed the door and leaned against it. He couldn't believe what he had walked in on. Surely he did not see her playing with herself. There was no way that she was out there fingering her pussy while he was in the shower. But he had to believe what he had seen with his own eyes. She had been masturbating but the question was, why? Was it because she just needed to relieve some stress? Or was she actually interested in him? He decided not to mention what he had seen and just act like nothing had happened. Unfortunately his erection had other ideas and did not want to go down and even seemed to grow as he thought about her. He tried to concentrate on other things but in the end, just drying off and trying to figure out whether to wear his sweats or shorts and a T-shirt was enough to make the swelling go down. When he walked out of the bathroom he saw that Deanna was over by the fire drying her hair. He decided to fix himself another cup of coffee and asked her if she wanted one. She replied to the affirmative and he went into the kitchenette and poured them both another cup. He walked over to hand her the cup of coffee and as she turned around, her face was directly in front of his crotch. She looked up into his eyes and thanked him for the hot beverage. She looked back down at his crotch and then took a sip of coffee. He turned, walked over to the other chair and sat down. She watched as he adjusted himself, and as he realized that he was getting hard again. "Can you help me brush my hair? Since I didn't have any conditioner I wanted to get it brushed out so that it didn't get all tangled." He took a long drink of coffee before answering her. His eyes searched her body language to see if he could determine what she was thinking. Was she trying to seduce him he wondered? "I am happy to help you anyway I can" "Thanks. This fire is drying it out quickly and I don't want it to get all frizzy before I get it completely brushed." Mark looked over at the roaring fire and felt the warmth emanating from the hearth. He wondered what she would look like lying on the floor naked in front of the fire. In his mind it would certainly be romantic or at the very least erotic. He set his cup down as she moved to the ottoman in front of him and took the brush from her. He proceeded to make the long, slow strokes through her hair letting it trail through the brush and his hand. It felt so smooth and silky in his hand. He started at the top of her head and as he pulled down, placed his other hand underneath the hair in the brush. When her hair finished drying and he stopped brushing, she leaned back into him. She reached up and took the brush from his hand and thanked him once again. She put her hand on his and gave it a little squeeze. Then she got up and walked over to the couch and sat down. She curled her legs underneath her and wrapped the throw on the back of the couch across her legs. She patted the couch beside her inviting Mark to sit beside her. "So tell me Mark. Are you always picking up young women in distress along the highway?" Mark gave a small chuckle. "No I don't come across young women in distress very often." "Well, the ones that you do, do you bring them to a cabin in the woods with a romantic fire?" "No, this is the first time I have ever wound up bringing anyone I have helped to a cabin in the woods. Most of the folks I have helped have only needed a ride to a place where they were able to take care of themselves. This is the first time I have been in a situation where I have had to spend the night with someone I was trying to help." "I had never imagined that I would be spending the night in a cabin with a total stranger either. But you seem to be a good guy and I am grateful for the kindness." She patted the couch once again and this time Mark walked over and took a seat. She smiled and took a sip of coffee. "You seem to really be prepared for any situation. I mean you had food and extra clothes." "I have lived here long enough to know that you never take a trip across the mountain without being prepared. You never know what is going to happen. When you might be stranded and how long it might take for someone to find you." "So does it look like we might be stranded here for a while?" "At least until tomorrow. If the storm blows on through, they will hopefully have the roads cleared and your car fixed and we can then be on our way." "And if it doesn't?" "Then I guess we will be stuck here for another day." She smiled and then said. "Well, I don't think that would be so bad." Mark smiled back at her as he thought that exact same thing. They sat in silence listening to the crackling of the fire, watching the flames lick up into the air as if reaching out to taste something just out of reach. As the warmth of the fire filled the room, Mark looked over at Deanna and saw that she had closed her eyes. He watched as her breast rose and fell with each breath and wondered if they looked as perfect underneath the flannel shirt as they did from outside of it. He saw her head fall down on her chest and heard the slight snore indicating that she was asleep. He realized that this must have been a traumatic day for her and that she was totally worn out. He quietly arose and went into the bedroom to prepare the bed. He turned down the covers and made sure the room was warm before bringing Deanna in and tucking her in. As he stood there he could not stop thinking about that beautiful woman in the other room. Although he and his wife had a good marriage, and she had told him to do whatever was necessary to take care of this woman, he was sure she only meant in taking care of her physical needs. Although, he reasoned, that sexual needs were physical needs. Walking into the other room he paused for a moment to look at the beauty before him. She had turned and stretched her legs out across the couch with her facing out toward the center of the room. The light from the fire danced across her face as the flames jumped up and down in the fireplace. He noticed the small strands of hair that caressed her face and her lips all puckered up looking like they were ready to be kissed. How he longed to do that. But instead he walked over and gently lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom and gently placed her in the bed. He covered her up and returned to the living room. After stoking the fire and getting it ready to last through the night he settled into the futon and tried to drift off to sleep. Deanna had been asleep when she was on the couch but when Mark had picked her up to take her to the bedroom she had awakened. She wondered if he had noticed her waking up. She felt his strong arms around her and felt like she belonged there. She knew he was married but she was there and liked the feeling that he gave her as he held her in his arms. She hoped that he would at least give her a kiss and that would give her an opportunity to kiss him back and let him know that she was his for the night. Dammit! she thought. What am I doing thinking those kind of thoughts? He is married and I am not that kind of girl. It's just that there is something about him that I can't explain that is drawing me to him. Something that makes me desire him, makes me want to take him into bed and fuck him all night long. She could not understand this feeling as it was nothing she had ever experienced before. But the throbbing between her legs would not be denied and even though she had just recently pleasured herself she found her hands sliding down her body and her fingers probing the swollen wet opening. Mark laid there thinking about this woman in the next room. There was something about her that had tempted him like no one had ever before. When he laid her in the bed he had wanted to take his clothes off and climb into bed with her. When she was in his arms he could smell her freshly washed hair but thought he could detect the smell of her sex from where he had caught her masturbating earlier. The smell was intoxicating and left him horny. His dick was getting hard just thinking about her, although since he was already aroused, it was more of just getting stiffer. He slid down his shorts and released his cock. He wrapped his hand around it leaving only the mushroom shaped head exposed. Slowly moving his hand up and down his dick he wondered how it would feel in Deanna's hand, mouth and pussy. He began to stroke faster and faster enjoying the pleasure that he was giving to himself. As Deanna fingered herself to her second orgasm of the night she heard the sound of skin slapping on skin and the heavy breathing of Mark in the next room. As she realized that he was doing the same thing she was, her body began twitching as the tsunami like orgasm flooded over her body. She placed her hands across her mouth to keep from making any noise that would alert him to what she was doing. After the wracking of her body had subsided, she lay there quietly listening to see if Mark had finished. She could hear his breathing getting faster and he was making noises that indicated that he was close. She wondered if he was thinking about her while he was jacking off. She wanted to know what his cock looked like. Without even realizing it she had climbed out of bed wearing only the flannel shirt that he had let her use. She tiptoed to the door and looked out. She could see his arm moving up and down but was not in a position to see any detail in the firelight. As he moaned in pleasure, she quietly crossed the room and saw that he was stroking his cock. She had always been fascinated by watching men jack off in the porn that she had watched but actually seeing it in person was better than she had imagined. She moved closer so that she could get a better look. Glancing at his face she saw that he had his eyes closed and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. She was intrigued at the look on his face and was thrilled to see him jerking off. She knelt down beside the futon to get a closer look and saw that even though his cock was not that long he was fairly thick and that his balls were the biggest that she had ever seen. Mark was pounding his dick thinking about Deanna. He wondered what she would think if she knew he was thinking about fucking her while he was jacking off. He paused for a moment to give himself a moment to calm down as he wasn't ready to blow his load. When Mark stopped Deanna gasped thinking that he had realized she was there. But when she looked over at his face his eyes were still closed. She watched as he opened his eyes and stared directly into hers. "I'm sorry." She stammered. "I didn't mean to spy on you but I heard you and was fascinated by the view. I've never seen a man jack off before except on video." He could tell that she was embarrassed as he was. He could see the color rising into her face. She looked stunning. As she began to speak she stood up and he realized that she was only wearing his flannel shirt. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." He told her. "I thought you were asleep and that I could do this without disturbing you." "Actually when you carried me to bed, I woke up. In reality I was in there doing the same thing in there that you are doing in here." The words rushed out of her mouth. She knew that if she waited, that she would be too embarrassed to say what she was feeling. "I was wondering if you were thinking about me when you were doing... that." Deciding that honesty was the best route to go in this situation he told her, "Yes. I was thinking about you. I thought you were very beautiful and sexy from the moment I stopped to help you. But considering your situation did not want to take advantage of you." She smiled at his complement and looked back down at his still hard cock. She knelt back down beside him and leaned in to kiss him. Her hand reached out and wrapped around his hard throbbing member. The coolness of her touch was such a stark contrast to the heat emanating from his hot cock. As her lips met his, he felt her tongue probing his mouth seeking his tongue. He opened his mouth and pulled her close. Her lips tasted so sweet and delicate. He felt her passion growing in her kisses. She climbed on top of him as their lips were locked in the tongue wrestling match. He felt the smoothness of her skin on his stomach as her ass pressed against his hard cock. The wetness of her cunt was making his stomach slippery as she rocked back and forth on top of him. He unbuttoned the flannel shirt and exposed her perfectly formed breast to his eyes for the first time. As he pushed the shirt off of her shoulders he leaned forward and took her perky nipple into his mouth. She pulled him tight to her chest as his lips surrounded her breast. His tongue flicked across her nipple causing her to shiver in delight. She leaned her head back and moaned in pleasure. She could feel the pressure of his cock against her ass as she pushed back against it. She pushed back and as his cock pressed against her, she slid up until the head found its way to her swollen pussy. The Snowstorm She rocked slowly on the head of his cock with the juices from her pussy lubricating the skin between them. He could not believe how incredible she felt with just her lips rubbing the top of his hard cock. She kept rocking back and forth and then suddenly she moved slightly causing him to slide into her wanting hole. As he penetrated her the warmth and wetness of her womanly treasure created a feeling that seemed surreal to him. It was like his cock was being held tight but at the same time was sliding so effortlessly into her. It was totally different from what he had ever experienced before. He pulled her face into his and pressed his lips to hers. They were so soft and tender and tasted so sweet. But there was a spark of electricity that seemed to pass between them as she began to kiss him back. His tongue began to probe her mouth as her tongue met his in a dance of passion. She could not believe what she was doing. But she was unable to stop herself. There was something about this man, about this moment, that made her continue to give herself to this married man. Was it his kindness, his thoughtfulness or the fact that he had rescued her on the highway? It didn't really matter. The desire to make love to this man had grown throughout the day and there was no way she was going to forgo the experience of having sex with this man. Not just making love but she wanted to fuck him over and over. He was not the most well endowed man she had been with but watching him jack off had made her desire to feel him inside of her, overwhelm her. His kisses were electrifying and the touch of his hands turned her resistance to putty. She was his for the taking and she was going to give him her all. Mark's emotions were thrashing about inside of him. The last woman he had desired this much he had married and now here he was cheating on her with this sensual goddess and though he wanted to remain faithful to his wife he could not find it within himself to stop. He wanted to experience every part of this woman that was sitting naked on top of him. Deanna began to pick up the pace and ride him with determination. The feeling of his cock buried in between her legs was such that she knew that now that she had gone this far there would be very little sleep tonight. She wanted to fuck and suck him in every way imaginable, and she had a good imagination. She kissed his neck and sucked on his ear lobes. This caused a moan to escape from his lips. When she began to suck on his nipples she could feel the swelling of his cock and knew that he was close to cumming. Not wanting it to end so soon she slowed her pace and gave him a chance to cool down, so to speak. Mark decided that Deanna was probably the best fuck he had ever had. She was certainly better than his wife. She knew how to control the tempo and could tell when he was about to blow his load and what to do to keep that from happening. He wanted to return the favor of bringing her to the verge of an orgasm and maybe even pushing her over the edge so he pushed her back causing her to groan in disappointment as his cock popped out of her warm wet hole. Laying her onto her back he began to cover her body in licks and kisses. He sucked on her nipples and planted kisses all around her beautiful breast. As he moved further down her body her breathing began to change. Her breath got faster as her hips moved upward inviting him to enjoy himself on her nether region. He continued his kissing journey lower and when he reached her womanly flower, he inhaled her sex enjoying the fragrance emanating from between her legs. As he continued to kiss her, his lips moved all around on her stomach, thighs, and the area where her legs met her body but he purposefully avoided her pussy. She kept grinding her hips, twisting and turning to try to get him to place his mouth on her mound. Oh my god! thought Deanna. Is this man going to ever eat my pussy? It is tingling with desire to have his tongue probe the folds of my flesh. She thrashed about for a few more minutes before she felt his tongue slide up between her lower lips. He probed her open hole reaching inside of her with his tongue before licking all the way up to the top where her clit was hard and protruding. When the two met, the orgasm that hit her was like a freight train, long, hard and powerful. She could feel herself gushing all over his face but his tongue seemed to be lapping up every drop. She pulled his face tight against her pussy as her body wracked and trembled with pleasure. This was unlike any orgasm that she had ever experienced. Her pussy, though now extremely sensitive, longed for his dick to be back inside of her. He seemed to understand her need as he moved up, spread her legs and slid his cock into her. She moaned with desire as she felt him enter her. "Fuck me." She screamed. "Fuck me hard right now." Mark began to pump his cock into her hot wet pussy. He knew that he wouldn't last very long but he hoped that he would be able to hold out long enough to get Deanna to cum again. "Fuck me hard" she said as she began to pump his cock. He was happy to oblige and began to slam his cock as deep inside of her as he could. The incredible feeling of her pussy wrapped around his cock was almost more than he could take but he managed to keep from cumming right away and pounded her pussy like there was no tomorrow. "Harder" she screamed. He was hammering her with everything he had and just when he thought he wouldn't get her to cum again she wrapped her legs around his waist and ground against him, her body shaking and twitching. Her pussy was throbbing and squeezing his cock to the point that he was no longer able to contain himself and exploded deep inside of her. She pulled him close and held him tight as the sexual tension of their bodies slowly subsided. "That was so amazing." Deanna told him. "I have never had such an incredible experience. I have never had anyone give me such amazing orgasms." "It was amazing." He replied. "That was the best sex I have ever had." As they lay there in the afterglow of their erotic encounter, the reality of it all slowly began to sink in. Mark was torn by the betrayal of his marriage vows and the incredible feeling of having shared passion with someone that was your destiny, knowing that he was going to enjoy her body again before the night was over. Deanna looked at the emotions flowing across Mark's face wondering if she had crossed a line and had created a problem that could not be fixed. But with his arms around her she decided that she wasn't going to concern herself with that, at least not now, the two of them being together tonight felt so right. He was exactly what she needed. He was not the most well endowed man she had been with but he had shown her pleasure that no one else had come close to. And his comments indicated that he thought her a special lover also. Mark noticed that the fire was dying down and got up to place additional wood on it. Deanna watched as his naked form moved around stoking the fire and insuring that they would stay warm for the night. She wondered what would have happened if he hadn't come along. Would she have been stuck sitting up all night at the front desk? Or would someone else have come along with an offer to help? Whatever may have happened, she was glad that destiny had chosen this course for her. Mark crawled back under the covers with Deanna. His body still warm from facing the fire she snuggled close rubbing her nakedness against his. This caused another fire inside of him to heat up and she could feel the pressure of his cock pressing up against her as it once again was straining to stand up. She slid her hand down his chest and gently ran her fingers through his pubic hair. She could feel him twitch as she reached further down and caressed his balls. She wrapped her hand around his dick and could feel the slickness of their previous encounter. She lowered her head under the cover and her lips found their way to his shaft. She took her tongue and ran it up the bottom of his shaft tasting their combined fluids. Mark moaned at her actions causing her to engulf his cock into her mouth. His bulbous head slipped past her lips as she pressed her lips toward his body. As her nose buried itself in his pubic hair, she flicked her tongue all around the cock filling her mouth. She was determined to give his cock as much pleasure as he had shown her pussy. She slowly pulled herself off of his manhood pausing at his mushroom head to give it a lick before plunging back down on it. As she continued to bob up and down on his stiffness she began to play with his balls and run her finger across his ass. Mark could not believe the things that she was doing to him. While he and his wife had been what he thought was pretty adventurous in bed she was doing things beyond even that. His arousal level had him so hard that his dick actually hurt but hurt in a good way. He felt her probing his ass with her finger creating a sensation different from anything he had ever known. He felt the swelling building deep inside and erupted in her mouth with a tidal wave of cum gushing out. She began to swallow, sucking his cock as she did so, causing him to spew more of his man juice into her mouth. She wouldn't release his cock until he was finished and she had swallowed all that she had been able to keep in her mouth. As she came up to face him, he wiped the cum that had dribbled out of her mouth with his fingers and fed them to her. She eagerly licked them clean and looked at him with a huge smile. "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me" she told him. He responded by pulling her close and kissing her on the lips. His tongue reached for hers and began the dance of desire. He rolled her over and began to rub her body. His hands slid down her sides pausing at her breast to give them a squeeze and to play with her nipples. He took one of her nipples into her mouth and gently bit into the hardening nub. She moaned in pleasure. He sucked and kissed first one and then the other breast leaving the nipples as hard as pebbles as he continued his journey down toward her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his back and when he began to lick and kiss her mons she pulled him in tight causing him to bury his face into her pussy. He licked all around her clit sucking on both the inner and outer lips. He stuck his tongue deep into her hole and licked the sweetness flowing from it. She began to buck his face as he licked and sucked her, building her tension to the point of pain before finally pushing her orgasm over the edge to release. Her body wracked in spasms as she panted breathlessly from her orgasmic release. She didn't know that the second time could be more intense than the first. But this time it was. As the wave of release finally subsided she realized that she was weak, exhausted and hungry. This was the first time that she had experienced such sex but she was hoping that it wouldn't be the last. Seeing Deanna's condition Mark got up and looking through his emergency supplies found some canned pears and some peanut butter crackers. He also got a bottle of water and walked back over to the futon and sat down beside Deanna. They ate in silence, glancing at each other like they were the next course to devour. Deanna noticed that Mark's erection had not subsided since the blowjob she had given him earlier. She was surprised that he had been able to keep it hard for that long. As she finished her last bite of food she took a final swallow of water and laid back on the futon. She grabbed his dick and guided it to her pussy wanting to feel it inside of her once again. He obliged by climbing between her legs and entered her hot wet cunt. Mark remained still for a moment enjoying the feeling of her love hole being wrapped around his man stick. The warmth, softness and tight grip was such that he could stay this way and savor the feeling but she began to move up and down on his shaft. "Fuck me." She demanded. "Pound this pussy and let me feel your cum fill me." He began to move in and out getting harder with each stroke. Her words of desire only fueled his pace and soon he was fucking her like a jackhammer. She kissed him deep and dug her fingernails into his back. After only moments but what seemed like hours he could feel that familiar tingling deep inside of his balls. He pounded her harder making sure that he was stimulating her clit. His balls began to tighten and once again he made release inside of her. She must have been close because as his first shot hit inside of her she pulled him close as her body spasmed in orgasmic bliss. After a day and night like this they were both ready for some sleep and got into the shower to clean up before climbing into the bed for the night. Although there was some teasing, their bodies were well spent and they were more in need of sleep than to enjoy the pleasure that the others body could give them. The next morning Mark awoke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee. He reached over and felt the other side of the bed was empty. He looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly nine o'clock. He had slept much later than he had planned but then he hadn't planned on having sex most of the night either. "Good morning sleepyhead" said Deanna as she entered the room carrying two cups of coffee wearing his flannel shirt unbuttoned, her hair having been combed and looking much neater than after their fuckfest that had experienced last night. She handed him the coffee and told him that it looked like they were snowed in for at least another day and that they would have to find some way to amuse themselves. As she climbed back into the bed beside him he thought that it shouldn't be too much of a problem. The Snowstorm Ch. 01 It was snowing harder and I was lost in a strange neighborhood. Great. I continued to weave my way around, trying to find a familiar landmark without success. I tried to take a left turn onto a side street, but my car slid into a snowbank, and I was stuck. This night was going to be just great, I thought to myself......what next? I got out of the car, and tried to dislodge it from the snow, but it was hopeless....I'd have to call for a tow truck to get it out. I zipped up my coat, grabbed my gloves, and set off to the nearest house with lights on. I walked up the steps and knocked, feeling rather embarrassed by my predicament. The door opened, and an attractive, red-haired woman of about 30 answered the door. At first, I just stared at her; she probably thought I was some kind of nut case out wandering around in a snowstorm. I told her what happened, and asked if I could use her phone. She smiled at me and laughed a little bit, and invited me inside. It was nice and cozy in there....I could see many candles lit everywhere, and a very pleasant aroma filled the air. I looked at her again, and I noticed her bright blue eyes. I looked her up and down quickly, and became self conscious when she caught me. The last thing I needed was to have her toss me out because she thought I was a pervert, or something! She pointed over to the phone, and I started for it but accidentally brushed by her on my way.......even in that brief moment, I felt a jolt of electricity travel throughout my body. I looked back at her and apologized, but she just smiled at me and closed the door. I made my phone call, and was told it would be quite a while before anyone would be able to come out and get me, the storm was worsening by the minute. I thanked them and hung up. She asked me when they were coming, and I told her. I began to zip up my coat and thank her, but she told me I could stay there and wait. I didn't know if it was such a hot idea; I was really becoming physically attracted to her. I loved her long, auburn hair, her blue eyes, and I could tell that she was well endowed. It was her smile that got to me though. That smile was the reason that I stayed. I knew this was crazy, but I really wanted to spend time with this gal. And the storm gave me a perfect opportunity. I told her thanks, and took off my coat. She brought me out into the living room and we sat on opposite ends of the couch. We talked and laughed quite a bit, and all the while, I just couldn't tear my eyes off of her. I looked in her eyes, at her mouth as she talked, her chest, her legs......I was really becoming aroused. She seemed so inviting, and I wanted to touch her . She got up abruptly and strolled into the kitchen, temporarily breaking the mood. It was so warm and wonderful here, all the candles casting their frolicking shadows on the walls, the sweet aroma that still hung in the air, and the soft jazz that was playing in the background, I didn't want to even think about leaving. I looked at my watch and saw with shock that it had already been two hours! The phone rang, and a moment later, she came back carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. She told me that the tow truck called, and they wouldn't be able to get to my car for quite a while. She laughed again and sat down, only this time, she sat next to me. I poured the wine, and we toasted the weather. Things were getting more interesting. As we drank the wine and talked, she would touch my arm every now and then, and lean close in to me. I did the same back to her, and i noticed we were both looking into each other's eyes more and more. This was driving me crazy! I was becoming hard in my pants, and the urge to kiss her was getting stronger and stronger.........I could feel sweat break out on my forehead, and my hands began to tremble a little. I refilled our glasses, and set the now-empty bottle down. I took another sip and decided to go for it. She was looking out the window, talking about the storm. I waited until she turned her head back towards me, then I leaned over and lightly brushed her lips with mine. I didn't know what to expect a slap in the face, a demand to leave....what I got instead was one of the most memorable kisses I have ever had. Our lips touched again, and our mouths slowly parted, allowing our tongues to caress each other, to probe, to gently suck.........I was breathing very hard now, my body filling with incredible passion...I pulled her closer to me, and put my right hand on her cheek. We kept kissing, both our passions growing by the second......I began to caress her breast with my other hand, and she leaned back, pulling me on top of her. We broke the kiss just long enough to look into each other's eyes once again. She looked so beautiful. It was that smile.....It lights up her whole face. I wanted to make love to her now, but this was too good to rush through. I smiled as i mounted her and we resumed our kissing. Our tongues played in each others mouths while my hands played over her chest. I pulled up her sweater and undid her bra, freeing her large, sweet breasts. I moved my head down to her neck, and began to gently kiss her there. She moaned softly, and I started to nibble and suck....she tilted her head to the side so I could continue sucking more easily. We both were breathing hard and sweating........ I finally moved down to her naked breasts.....I immediately devoured the right one while my left hand teased and tweaked the nipple on the other one. I continued to suck and nibble and to caress....I was so hard right now.......she spread her legs apart so I could rub my crotch against hers......we ground our hips together with increasing force and motion. I stopped sucking on her breast, and moved off of her so I could take off her pants. She helped with a dreamy smile on her face..........We got them off, and I laid back down next to her right side, and resumed my sucking.......I slid my hand down her tummy to the point where her panties started, and slipped my fingers underneath. I slowly eased my hand down through her pubic hair, and I could feel how damp her panties were the closer I got to her pussy. She began to moan softly and gyrate her hips against the pressure of my hand, now so close to her vagina. I moved back up to her sweet mouth, and we resumed kissing with and incredible urgency...I slid my fingers to the mouth of her pussy, and gently began to stroke her clit......I wanted to probe deep inside her pussy, but not yet.......I began to rub up against her leg with my now-throbbing cock........I wanted her in the worst way; I wanted to slide my cock deep inside her........I undid my own pants and worked them off somewhat awkwardly......Now I could feel her soft skin against the soft skin of my cock....... I could tell that she wanted me to enter her......she put her hand on top of the one I was using to rub her clit, and tried to push it down and in......I moved my hand and got up on my knees.......I moved over to be in between her sexy legs, and began to kiss her tummy. I stole a look at her as my lips and tongue danced across her abdomen, and she was smiling with an impatient look......I could tell that she wanted more. I scooted down farther, and began to kiss her pussy...she moaned again, and this time, I went right for it...I stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy, and moved it in and out quickly...I continued to rub her clit at the same time and her moaning got louder.....I began to lick and tickle her clit with my tongue, and I slipped my finger up inside her, slowly and gently swirling it around. I could tell that she was nice and tight, and the thought of putting my rock-hard cock up inside that sweet, tight pussy drove me crazy...I had to fuck her. I wanted so bad to fuck her. But I wanted her to cum first. I sucked gently and rubbed her clit, slowly sliding my finger in and out....She was ready.......at once, her back arched, her legs tensed and closed on my head, and her hands held my head firmly in place as I could feel the waves of her orgasm pulsate against my tongue and finger...... Spent, she relaxed her hold on my head, and I slowly slid up her body. I positioned my cock and slid it up her still-dripping pussy slowly......she shuddered and gasped; I did too.....it felt so wonderful.......I could feel every contour of her vagina...the way it held and caressed my cock as it slid in and out......I knew I wasn't going to last long, and I was right....within a few minutes, my own back tensed as I pumped what must have been an unbelievable amount of sperm into her beautiful tight cunt...that was without a doubt the best sex I ever had.........We looked into each other's eyes and kissed once again, with broad smiles on both of our faces......the best part of it was that we still had the rest of the night to improve our technique....... The Snowstorm Ch. 02 We lay together for several minutes, recovering and enjoying each other's closeness and warmth. After a bit, she got up and went to the bathroom. I got off of the couch, and stretched a little...the snow was still coming down. We must have over 18" out there by now. My thoughts went to my car, and in what kind of shape it would be in when I got to it...no doubt, I had a lot of shoveling to do. She came back in the room, and I went to her. We hugged and kissed some more. I had discovered that she was an exceptional kisser. The way she played with her tongue in my mouth, the softness and warmth, all that drove me crazy...I was getting aroused again, and I pulled her naked lower half of her body into mine as we kissed...I wanted to fuck her again. She pulled away from me and smiled, saying that we should try the bed this time. I eagerly agreed, and she laughed. We both started to gather up candles to bring in with us and she lead the way to her bedroom, my eyes glued on her swaying hips the whole time. She set down her candles on her nightstand, and slowly laid across her bed. She smiled and sighed as I stared at her half-naked body. She had strong, firm legs, and seeing as how I was a leg-man, this further increased my excitement. She lay with her arms up over her head, inviting me to lay on her. I got on the bed and helped her to sit up so I could get the sweater and bra off of her. Once I did, I leaned toward her slowly as she lay back down. I grabbed her breasts with my hands and began to massage and suck on them. She spread her legs apart and tried to get me over the top of her, but I resisted. I continued to suck and nibble, switching from breast to breast...she was starting to breathe deeper now, and she looked so relaxed. I gently began to kiss just below her breasts, and followed a path that lead right to her pussy. I loved eating her...she was so smooth, so tight! I loved the way she would gently squeeze my head in between her thighs as I probed deep inside her with my tongue. I could feel her hips begin to push into my face in an easy, rhythmic motion and she was starting to moan softly. I wanted to stay there all night and eat her, but there was still things I wanted to do to her. I got up and laid next to her right side. I slid my hips under hers so that both my legs were under her ass, than I wrapped my legs around her left leg, I slowly eased my crotch to the front of her pussy so that my cock head was just inside her sweet cunt. Next, I put my left arm under her back, and grabbed her left tit with my hand. I began to suck on the right one as I eased my cock into her smooth, dripping pussy. I scooted up into her so I could get my entire length up in her, then I began to slowly fuck her. I took my right hand and began to rub on her clit as I worked my cock in and out of her...she was gasping with breath each time I penetrated deep inside her. I began to increase the tempo of the fucking, and I began to really suck hard on her tit. I was playing and pulling the nipple of her other one, rolling it between my fingers as I did so...her hips were meeting my thrusts with as much force as I was giving to her...I loved the closeness, the depth with which I was able to fuck her...I looked up at her face, and she was grimacing a little, her eyes glued to where our crotches were grinding away at each other... I was going to cum at any moment, but wanted her to cum first...I had to slow it down. I started to pull away, and she seemed to sense what I was going to do. She looked right at me and told me no way was I going to pull out and stop...she told me to keep fucking her...hard. I did as I was told...but she felt just too damned good! I could feel her tissues grab hold of my cock each time I would pull back, and the way they would allow it to slide back up inside her...she was so wet and tight! Just as I couldn't hold back anymore, she let out a loud moan of pleasure, and I could feel her orgasm throbbing against my now-ejaculating cock...I squeezed her tit hard, and I know I bit down on her right one pretty hard, but she didn't seem to notice. As the last drops of my sperm were leaving my now-spent cock, I could not imagine that this time could have been better than the last, but it was...My legs were like wet noodles...I was completely relaxed...I snuggled in close to her and rested my head on her heaving chest. I smiled to myself as my last thoughts were of what would the morning bring...