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The Blizzard

By: floridaguy2001



My name is Matt I am 35-year-old married guy almost 6 feet and weigh 195 pounds. I am pretty solidly built. Been married 10 years to a wonderful woman and have 2 kids. I have a few friends I hang out with and we had been planning a weekend in the mountains without the wives. 

Mike, Tom, and Sam were all pretty excited about getting away, especially Mike. He had never seen snow and he couldn’t wait to go on a snowmobile. Mike and I left early on Friday and Sam and Tom were going to follow later that evening. 

I went and picked up Mike and we headed to the mountains. It was a long drive and the closer we got the thicker the snow started to fall. Pretty soon we were in the middle of a blizzard. 

We were so close to the cabin we didn’t want to turn around so we forged ahead. It was snowing so hard that we could barely go 10 miles per hour. We got excited when we saw the turn to the cabin. We were only 2 miles away.

Our excitement quickly died. We hit a slick area in the road and our car spun out of control landing in a deep pile of snow. We were stuck, no matter what we tried we couldn’t get the car out. 

We decided to walk to the cabin. We took along a flashlight but we left our suitcases in the car. We didn’t walk to all the way to the cabin carrying them. We figured we could always come back in the morning.

Because the road to the cabin curves around I told Mike we could save about mile if we simply crossed the field to the cabin. I had been to the cabin many times before and I knew the area well. So we headed off in the middle of the snowstorm. 

As we neared the cabin we walked near edge of the lake, mike’s footing slipped and as he started to fall he grabbed me for support and managed to get us both falling into the freezing water. Luckily the water was shallow near the edge but we were soaked and freezing.

We were only a few hundred feet from the cabin so we ran the rest of the way there. As we entered the cabin we were both shivering from the cold. It was pretty cold inside the cabin. We both headed for the bathroom. Mike started to argue with me that he wanted to jump in the shower first.

“Come on matt, damn boy I am freezing.”

“No fucking way Mike, this was your fault. I am just as cold as you, besides you might use up all the hot water.”

Then I saw Mike quickly taking his clothes off.

“Okay Mike screw it we will both get in, just don’t tell anyone that we did this.”

Mike said “ Yeah right like I am going to brag to anyone that I took a shower with you.”

As mike started to undress I couldn’t help but notice how well built he was. I had known Mike for a couple of years but I had never seen him naked. He looked quite impressive; Mike is about 6 foot 3 and must weigh about 225 pounds. Solid hard rock muscles were bulging everywhere. 

Then Mike took of his boxers and my jaw hit the floor, here was the biggest cock I had ever seen. I had been in a lot of locker rooms but Mike’s cock was easily the biggest. It was longer soft than mine was hard. 

By the way did I forget to mention Mike is black and that ebony cock looked simply huge. Mike got a chuckle as he watched me stare at his cock.

“Hey Matt, why don’t take a picture it will last you longer”

“Sorry dude, I didn’t mean to stare, I have never seen a cock so big”

“Don’t worry about it Matt I get it all the time.”

“How big is it?”

“Soft about nine inches, hard about 12 inches.”

“Damn how does your wife take it all?”

“LOL I work it in very slowly.”

By now we were both in the shower, the hot water running down our backs. It felt great. We were so cold and the hot water was perfect. The shower was pretty small and we kept bumping into each other as we tried to warm up.

I finally said. “Keep that snake away from me.”

Mike started to laugh, “ I will do the best I can but I ain’t making any promises.”

We were in there so long that we started to run out of hot water. We both dreaded getting out because the cabin was very cold. We dried off and I made a mad dash for the bed with Mike on my tail. The cabin is very small. It has a bathroom, a kitchen that opens to the living room and one bedroom. 

The guys were all going to sleep on the floor in their sleeping bags and I was going to get the bed, but since Mike left everything in the car we had no choice but to share the bed.

We both got under the covers but the cabin was so cold and neither one of us wanted to get out of bed and start a fire in the fireplace. 

It was so fucking cold that Mike finally said dude “ I am freezing my ass off.”

“Mike, man don’t think I am gay or anything but we might have to sleep next to each other for body heat.”

“Matt I don’t care if you were gay; right now I just want to stay warm. How do we do this.”?

“Well we can sleep the same way I sleep with my wife we can spoon together.” 

“Fine get your ass over here.”

I scooted over to Mike, my back to him; he wrapped me up in his arms. I have to admit it felt good. We both started to warm up. We drifted off to sleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later, I am a very light sleeper and the slightest thing will wake me up. I thought I heard a noise outside but it was just the wind whistling in the trees. 

I turned my head slightly and I could see Mike’s head buried in the pillow and I could hear and feel him breathing soundly. I could also feel his cock on my ass; it had wedged itself in my crack. I tried to move slowly to un wedge it but when I moved I felt Mike stirring. I must have woken him up. I didn’t want to embarrass him so I pretended to be asleep.

Mike whispered my name when I didn’t respond he assumed I was asleep. I expected Mike to take his dick of my ass but he didn’t. Instead I felt his hand on my ass slowly rubbing it. 

I couldn’t believe my straight buddy for 2 years who was married and had kids was feeling up my ass. His big black hands were slowly working its way in between my crack. By now I was getting hard, it was so exciting to feel his cock growing. It felt like a bat. 

Mike grabbed his cock and slowly rubbed it all over my ass. He took his hand and slowly separated my cheeks and slipped his cock not inside my ass but in between my legs so his cock was rubbing my balls. It felt amazing. 

All I could think about was his massive cock. As he very slowly started to move it back and forth. I could feel heat of that massive cock as it passed my ass and rubbed my balls. He was so careful as not to wake me. He was slowly pushing back and forth as if he was fucking me. 

Mike then used his hands to rub my chest and I could feel them slowly descend to my stomach. He kept going lower until I felt his hand rub the top of my cock. He slowly rubbed his hand over my entire cock, feeling its length. He then found my foreskin and I guess he found a new toy because he kept playing with it. I could tell he was really getting into it because he was pushing faster now. 

At one point he accidentally hit my hole and I moved. He stopped. He got scared and didn’t move a muscle. I pretended I was still asleep but it didn’t matter I had scared him off. We both fell asleep with his cock wedged between my legs.

In the morning I woke up first and I was still nestled in his arms. I was enjoying the feeling of his cock next to my ass. I felt him start to wake up and I pretended I was still asleep. He slowly disengaged himself from me and got out of bed. Then I heard him curse.

“Damn the clothes are still wet.”

I woke up and said “What?”

“The clothes are still wet.”

“Well, what did you expect we left them in a pile? We were too much in a hurry to set them next to the fire. Just lay them out near the fire, they will eventually dry out. It’s not like we can go anywhere till our friends arrive and help us pull the car out.”

“Your right what am I worried about we will just wait. Besides you probably want to keep staring at my cock anyway.” Mike started laughing hysterically when he said that.

“Ha ha very funny, I tell you what though. I wish I could have your cock for a day and see what it feels like to have one.”

“Wish I could help you out there buddy.” Mike smiled as he said it.

I grabbed the playing cards and said hey lets play some poker. Mike agreed and we started playing cards. I am a much better player then Mike but I kept getting distracted because we were playing on a glass table. Mike was sitting across from me and every time I dealt to him I was staring at his cock through the table. It was sitting right in front of my face.

I kept having these strange thoughts wondering what it would feel like to suck it. I have never had any gay tendencies but Mike was sure bringing it out of me. I think Mike could sense it because every once in a while he either grabbed his cock to adjust it or he would simply just twitch it. 

He got up a few times to grab some water and he would make a point to get my attention by asking me something so I would look at him as he walked back to the table. It was very tempting to watch his cock swing between his legs as he walked back.

We were fortunate that the last guest left some food behind in the fridge or we wouldn’t have had anything to eat. As he shuffled the cards I got up to go make some hot dogs and as I walked away I could see Mike staring at my ass in the mirror. It sent shivers down my spine thinking about Mike ogling my ass. Soon the day turned into night and our clothes finally dried but since we had nowhere to go we decided to head to bed.

The one bad thing the cabin was nice and warm so there was no reason for us to sleep next to each other. So we each took opposite ends of the bed. I waited until he fell asleep; I couldn’t resist taking a better look at his cock. So I slowly lifted the blanked off him to expose it. We slept with the bedroom door open so more heat from the fireplace could come in. 

The warm glow of the fireplace gave me a nice view of his cock. Even soft it looked massive. I got my face right up to it. The head looked beautiful. He had a big mushroom head and I had this urge to suck on it. So I let my tongue lick the top of his head. 

I couldn’t resist any longer I grabbed his cock in my hand and slowly brought it to my lips and I let it slip into my mouth. It felt so strange to have a cock in my mouth but at the same time it felt amazing. It was soft and spongy and I could get quite a bit of it into my mouth. I let my tongue swirl all around the mushroom head. I took it about half way into my mouth. I was sucking Mike’s cock and loving every minute of it.

Mike’s cock started to grow, it was getting hard and big. Pretty soon his cock was so big I could only fit the head and a little bit more into my mouth. I was really working his cock and I started to pull it out to enjoy the scenery and I felt Mike’s hand on the top of my head pushing me down back on his cock.”

“Don’t stop now Matt, it feels too good.”

I kept sucking on it and he kept his hand on the back of my head guiding me.

“Matt I am so close I am going to blow.”

I wasn’t ready to have him cum in my mouth so I pulled away and started jerking him off. His legs tighten and he erupted as I stroked it long and slow. It was like a volcano of cum erupting from his cock. As I jerked his cock he kept cumming high into the air. His cum landed on my hands and his stomach. I squeezed every drop of cum out them I did the weirdest thing; I took his cock back into my mouth and licked it clean.

Mike just sat back and let me continue sucking on it as he relaxed.

“Wow dude that was amazing. That is the best blowjob I have ever received. Bar none.”

I let it slipped from my mouth. “ Thanks, I think.” I smiled as I said it. “I don’t know if I want to be known as a great cocksucker but I am glad you enjoyed it.”

“What got into you?"

“Well if you must know I was pretty horny last night after you were messing around with me.”

“You were awake?”

“Yeah but I didn’t know how to react so I pretended to sleep. I was real sorry when you stopped.”

“Really…………you know we can pick up were we left off last night.”

“Sound like a plan to me. But first I want you to return the favor and come over and suck me off.”

“Hey no problem, if it means me getting some of that ass I will suck your cock all night long.”

I stretched out on the bed; Mike got up and turned on the light. 

“I want a good look at the cock I am about to suck.”

He crawled back into bed got between my legs and started playing with my cock. Now I have nothing to brag about, next to MikeI am about 7 inches but I am real thick so mike was enjoying playing with it and my foreskin. He let his tongue slide between my cock and my skin and it felt great. If I didn’t know any better I would swear he had done this before.

I put my legs on his shoulders and let him go to town; he was really sucking on my cock good. He was getting all my cock into his mouth. It felt amazing as he deep throated me. There is no way this was his first time. Pretty soon I warned Mike I was about to cum but he kept sucking harder. Finally I couldn’t hold out anymore I tried pulling his head up but he slapped my hand away and sucked harder.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH man here it cums Mike!”

I exploded into his hungry mouth; Mike swallowed every drop as my cock kept squirting into his mouth.

“Oh yeah dude suck it OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Man that feel great don’t stop MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.”

Mike kept sucking me, even after I went soft, he then moved down and spread my legs so he could suck my balls, he kept sucking lower until he was licking all around my ass. Then it happened. The most incredible, delectable feeling as I felt his tongue enter my ass. Mike was eating my ass and I loved it. His tongue was going places no man or woman had ever touched before. Mike was really into eating my ass.

Mike then started to let his finger rub around my hole and he was trying to push it in slowly. He worked his finger until he pushed it into my ass past the first knuckle. Wow what a feeling, the man knew how to work it. Mike then got up and went to the kitchen. He came back with a bottle of cooking oil and applied some to my ass and his massive cock. He looked at me.

“Go ahead Mike I want to feel your cock inside me.”

Mike put my legs on his shoulders mike took a hold of his black cock and rubbed it all over my ass. Slipping it down my crack I couldn't wait to feel it go inside. He then took his cock and put it next to my hole and slowly tried to push it, His cock was so big he couldn’t get it in.

“Relax Matt, I will go real slow. Just relax your muscles.”

“Okay.”

Mike pushed the head in past my sphincter.

“Oh my fucking God….Get that thing out of me.”

The pain ripped through my ass. I felt like a baseball bat was trying to fuck me.

“Matt, relax man it will feel good if you relax.”

“Fuck you and your horse dick get that thing out of my ass NOW.”

“Sorry Matt no can do, you promised me your ass and I am going to have it, so relax and enjoy it.”

“ I am serious Mike I can’t take it.”

“Dude relax, you will see, take a deep breath and relax.”

“Okay…Okay I will try. Just don’t fucking move.”

Mike kept his cock still as my ass muscles adjusted, finally the pain subsided and I made the first move. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in a little deeper.

“See I told you man.”

“Okay …Okay just go slow.”

Mike worked more of his cock into me, I looked down and I could no longer see his cock it was all inside my ass. I felt like I had to take a giant shit but slowly as he fucked me it started to feel really good. 

“Aha your enjoying it now aren’t you.”

“Yeah how did you know.”?

“Dude I am hitting your prostate.”

“Man that feels good, keep fucking me.”

"Matt remember earlier you said you would like to have my cock for a day to see what it feels like. Well buddy you have it now deep inside you how does it feel."

"It feels incredible, if I can’t have one of my own I guess the next best thing is to have it inside me.” 

We both laughed at that last remark.

Mike kept fucking my ass with deep strokes. Mike was fucking me so hard his body was glistening with sweat. I loved his cock, I knew that this would not be the last time Mike fucked me. I was hooked for life. Finally Mike locked his legs and yelled

“Oh fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh as he exploded inside my ass. He kept pumping his cum into my ass. He finally slipped out got up and got me a towel as I made my way to the bathroom to let his cum seep out. I came back and Mike was on his stomach with his butt in the air.

“Your turn matt, my ass needs some of that white cock.” His black ass did look tempting. I approached Mike from the front and shoved my cock into his mouth.

“Get me hard so I can fuck you properly.”

Mike was doing a good job on my cock; I couldn't wait to fuck him. So I disengaged myself from him, approached from the rear lifted his ass off the bed and put him on his knees. I dropped some oil and rubbed it all over those round globes. His black ass looked so inviting. I took my cock and slowly pushed it into his ass. 

His ass devoured my cock. I grabbed his hips and started to fuck him harder than I ever fucked my wife. Mike was going to get a hard fucking from me. Mike was very vocal, while I fucked him.

“Oh yeah dude fuck my ass.”

“Your cock is so big it feels good man. Don’t stop fucking me.”

“Fuck me harder matt, give it to me man!”

Each time mike urged me on I fucked him harder. The sweat was pouring from my forehead as I fucked him. I felt my legs start to shake and I exploded inside of Mike’s ass. The whole time I was cumming Mike kept moving his ass back and forth trying to get every drop of cum from me. I pulled out of his ass and handed him the towel.

“Hey matt we are both sweaty pigs lets go shower together.”

I didn’t have to be asked twice. This time the shower took on a whole new meaning as we rubbed the soap all over each other. At one point I kneeled down to wash the back of his legs and he turned around. His cock was right at eye level. I leaned over and took his soft cock into my mouth; I grabbed it with my hand and stroked it as I sucked it. 

He was really getting off on my blowjob but he pulled me up and said "I am going to fuck that sweet ass again I don’t want to waste my cum right now."

We headed back to bed and Mike told me to lie down on my stomach. He poured a little oil on his hands and rubbed it all over his body. He then got on top of me and gave me a body to body massage. It was incredible as rubbed that cock all over my back. I could feel the heat between us. 

He then lifted off and poured some more oil on my butt, he rubbed his cock all over my ass then he inserted the head. It felt much better this time. I was prepared, I was relaxed and I wanted his cock badly. He slowly worked it in. Then he let his whole body weight on top of mine. Now I knew what a woman felt like when they were getting fucked by a man. I felt so secure and wanted as he slowly fucked my ass.

It was a strange feeling, I was falling for him. How could I fall for a guy. All I knew is that I never wanted him to stop.

He then did the strangest thing as he was fucking me he was kissing my shoulder and it felt so good. 

“Oh Mike I love your cock.”

“Matt your sweet ass is mine now.”

“Mike you can fuck me anytime you want. I love having you inside me.”

“Don’t worry Matt, even when we go home I will keep fucking you every chance I get.”

I could feel mike move his ass as he pushed his body into me, mike started to fuck me faster and faster until he exploded inside me, He was about to pull out and I reached behind me and asked him to leave it in. He fell asleep on top of me with his cock in my ass.

I woke up with the best dream in the world I was dreaming Mike was fucking me and sure enough I woke up to Mike giving me a nice deep slow fuck. 


The Blizzard



I can't say that I love winter, but it never scared me before. I'd grown up in Indiana, certainly not one of the real snow states but someplace where snow is no stranger. Every year the TV stations blared winter storm and even blizzard warnings. Every year the snow trickled down and caused no problems. The alarmists had lost their ability to instill fear in me.

On that Friday morning, the TV had started, predicting a blizzard for tonight. Rather than raising my hackles, it annoyed me and made me determined that I wouldn't have my plans messed up by their damned doom and gloom predictions.

The last of our kids had flown the coop this spring, off to college leaving my wife and I alone. Our tradition had been to go out for dinner and maybe a dance or two before going home on Friday nights. No damn TV sensationalist was going to take that from me!

Cindy looked at me over her morning coffee. That girl still looks good at 44! "Maybe we better just come home after work and snuggle for the weekend." She gave me that come hither look that promised a weekend of more than snuggling. I have to admit that my blood got a touch warm at the prospect of a weekend of snuggling, but then the snuggling always got more snugly when we went out dancing on a Friday night.

I snickered at her. "Don't be silly, dear. It's never that bad. How many times last year did they call for bad weather when it didn't even snow?"

She had an uncomfortable look on her face but she just shrugged her shoulders. I looked out the window and there wasn't even a hint of a storm. The sun was just shining through a high stratus layer of clouds that was more beautiful than threatening.

As was our habit on Fridays, I took Cindy to work so that we would have only one car to go out right after work. I picked her up and took her for lunch. I looked into the sky and noticed that a few puffy white cumulous clouds were beginning to mix with the stratus clouds and the sun was having difficulty finding any openings to send rays down to the ground. Still the weather didn't look particularly threatening. Even Cindy had relaxed about the predicted storm. I knew she was fine when she started playing footsie with me under the McDonalds table. Dancing for sure!

When I picked Cindy up after work however, the situation had changed. The dying rays of the setting sun were totally obscured by gray puffy clouds and the first flakes of cold white wonder were drifting down. The temperature had dropped dramatically and we had to pull our coats tight to keep warm. The wind had picked up cutting through my light pants and making my knees cold. The car's heater felt wonderful after the brief exposure to the cold.

We were heading for the restaurant, one of our favorite steak places, listening to the sound of oldies on our favorite radio station when that annoying tone cut into one of our all time favorites. Blizzard warning. The disc jockey had a sense of humor and a good music catalogue because he came out of it playing "Winter Wonderland". Damn! Double whammy. Christmas might only be 10 days away but I didn't really want to be reminded!

The restaurant was nearly empty and the service was wonderful. So was the food. We'd been there just over an hour and were working on after dinner drinks when we heard the door open for the first time. The sound brought me around. I could hear the wind really whooshing past that door and the person who came in stomped to shake off snow. Someone said, "Oh My God! Look at that!"

Both Cindy and I stood up and looked out the window. The snow was really coming down! In the slightly over an hour we had been there probably 4 inches of the stuff had covered the parking lot and it was snowing hard. The whipping wind blew it nearly horizontally. You could not see the street through the blowing snow!

Suddenly I began to feel nervous. If I had listened to the radio, and Cindy, we'd be home now but instead I had several miles of country road to negotiate. I was wondering what would be worse, the drive home or the "I told you Sos".

It was dark out, the lights in the parking lot were almost obscured by the blowing snow. All you could see, when you looked toward the lights was streaks of white traveling with the blowing wind. Wind that cut through our clothes and nearly froze our skin despite the heavy winter wear.

I opened the car door for Cindy amid a cascade of several inches of snow and then searched for the scraper in the back seat. The rear window had been blown clear of snow but it was piled several inches deep on the front windshield. I couldn't believe the drift on the drivers side. Snow had been deposited against the car almost to the level of the door!

We were both nervous as we left the parking lot. I knew that the drive through town would not be bad but with the wind whipping and the blowing snow, the country road on the way home could be a bear!

I decided that we should find a motel. There were only three in town. I judiciously drove to the first but found a long line of travelers trying to call it a night. The registration line was backed up out the door. The good news was the line was moving rapidly. The bad news was that the line was moving because the desk clerk was sending them away, there were no rooms left in this manger. The news got worse. It was a parade headed to each of the remaining motels and no rooms left.

Driving was becoming an adventure. You could not see the road, only the packed tire tracks of the last hapless traveler. Follow the ruts and pray. More time wasted, more snow. The only choice, attempt the trip home.

My knuckles gripped the wheel and turned white with the tension. There was hope! We followed a snowplow to the edge of town but he belonged to the city and turned back. Cindy was remarkably quiet. When we got home, I was sure she'd chew me a new ass hole but for the moment, she was too frightened to complain.

I looked at our road with trepidation. Five miles to home. I could see the snow blowing across the road. I took a deep breath and turned. I was going very slowly. There was little sign that anyone had passed this way before us. The wind covered tracks almost as fast as they were made. One side of the road was nearly blown clean, the other showed saw blades of drifted snow that reached to the mid point of the road and beyond.

We crawled through fingers of snow a foot deep. Slowly we moved. The car slid and jerked on the slippery surface as it struggled for a foothold. Each slip caused a sharp intake of breath from Cindy who was probably praying along with me that the car would hold the invisible road. All I could do was look for the fence posts and try to stay in the middle as the wind covered and then revealed the road before us.

I had looked at the clock as we turned. We had come one mile in 15 minutes slowly pushing the snow aside as we crept along. It was almost 9:00 when we made the halfway point, A big new modern house that someone from Chicago had built a couple years ago. The stories said it even had a pool in an attached greenhouse. We didn't know the owners despite the fact that there were only half a dozen houses and farms between town and our idyllic home in the country. The wind quit howling momentarily and we could see the driveway packed with cars. Then just as quickly the snows came up again and we couldn't see the house anymore.

We had gone only to the edge of the property when the tree lined yard gave way to a bleak cornfield blown clear of snow on the west side of the road. The part that appalled me was that the corn stubble was visible because all the snow had been blown from the open space and piled against the trees on the east side of the road. The drift was piled very deeply against the trees but stretched back across the road and obscured the fence that I knew to be there, slowly tailing off to the bare field. I knew the road, there was a deep ditch now totally under snow. The drift across the road had to be 4 feet deep. There was no going through it.

I stopped the car and got out thinking of the possibility of digging through the drift, but after a few steps it was clear that the drift went on and on and on. I would have to dig through several hundred yards of deep snow. There was no chance! No way to go forward until a plow cleared the road, probably sometime early in the morning. 

My mind was whirling about my options as I carefully turned around in the snow packed road. Cindy still had not uttered a single sound. The snow was coming down with a renewed fury. The tracks we had left only minutes ago were already covered over. I crept back past the house. The snow was only getting deeper. Our car was pushing snow with the bumper and it was only getting worse. I heard a squealing sound and knew that meant that snow had gotten under the hood and was packing the belts. 

I stopped the car. I didn't say anything to Cindy. I just backed up until I found the driveway. I turned the car in and stopped among the cars in the driveway.

I had expected a torrent of "I told you so!" to come pouring out of Cindy's mouth but her silence continued. She just looked at me with a part quizzical part relieved look on her face. We had two choices. We could stay in the car and wait for a plow to come down the road, or we could go into the house and ask for asylum from the weather and my stupidity.

She expelled a long sigh. "Well we were overdue for meeting the new neighbors." She smiled at me and giggled. "Thanks for stopping, honey. I was really getting scared."

I smiled back at her. "Looks like they're having a Christmas party. Too bad we didn't bring our swim suites. Maybe they would have let us swim." 

"Well, dear. I guess it's time to face the music and introduce ourselves to the neighbors and beg for mercy."

I sighed. "Well, I haven't crashed a party since High School. Bout time to do it again!"

I didn't say anything more. I just opened the door and looked at where the door had plowed back the snow. I walked around the car and helped Cindy out. The snow was past our knees and walking was difficult. The lights were on in the house. We couldn't hear anything until we were on the porch, then the sounds of music and laughter drifted out of the house. 

Most of the porch was clear of snow with only the edges dusted where the white stuff had swirled around the corners to the protected porch. It was a relief to be out of the wind. I felt awkward about ringing the door bell but we had no other choice.

We rang once and waited. We waited several minutes and then rang again. We could hear the tone but still no one answered. We rang a third time.

Finally the door opened a crack and a pretty female face peeked out at us. She didn't look happy.

"I'm sorry to intrude, but we live down the road and we're stuck. We can't get home and we can't go back to town. We wouldn't stop if we had any choice. We were hoping that you wouldn't mind if we waited out the storm here." The door opened wider.

The woman was slender and very pretty. She was wearing a white terry robe and I assumed that we had pulled her from her pool. It was strange though, the sounds of people talking in the living room were clear, along with strange sounds of human interaction. It sounded like they were.... No! they couldn't be!

She gave us a concerned smile and waved us into the tiled foyer. "Let me get my husband. Wait here for a second. We certainly weren't expecting any uninvited guests."

Cindy and I exchanged looks. The woman was acting very strangely. We stood in the foyer looking at each other as she disappeared into the house. The foyer was large with a closet in one wall, a door going to who knew where in the other wall and two openings at the end where hallways converged on the end of the foyer. One opening must have gone to the bedrooms and the other to the living room.

We had been there for a couple minutes when a man entered the foyer from what we assumed was the bedroom side. He turned and smiled at us. He kind of looked Cindy over from top to bottom and then smiled a more or less normal smile at us. Cindy and I looked at each other with shocked looks. He was totally naked! A few steps behind, came an attractive red headed woman, also completely naked. The couple met up and wandered into the living room. Leaving Cindy and I in total shock.

A few minutes later the woman who had let us in returned with a man in tow. He was tall and well built, probably in his late 40's. He was barefoot and bare chested, dressed in only a pair of pants. He smiled a warm neighborly smile at us and extended a hand. "Hi, I'm Ron and this is my wife Diane. Why don't you come into the study with us." He opened the door and led us into a large study off the foyer.

I looked at the two of them and introduced ourselves.

Diane smiled more warmly at us. "I'm sorry if I didn't act very neighborly before. It's just that we're having a party and I'm afraid you might not be very comfortable here."

Ron smiled an almost shy smile, then said, "You are most welcome to stay until you can get home, but we thought you might just need some warning about this party. You might want to wait here, rather than join the party. You see, we're swingers and this is our Christmas sex party." 

I looked at Cindy and she had a strange look on her face. I couldn't read it. Her face seemed to show part shock, part excitement, part desire and part fear.

Ron looked from one of us to the other. "Our only request is this. You were never meant to be at this party and we would appreciate it, if in exchange for shelter from the storm, you would not mention this party to anyone. We like our privacy. We don't flaunt our swinging and we try not to offend anyone. It's partly why we moved out here."

Diane looked at Cindy. "You can join the party if you want and if you don't swing, it's not a problem. This is a swinging party and the men may hit on you. They don't realize that a non swinger could be here. You have to give them that bit of latitude, but if you tell them no, they should leave you alone. If not, just get Ron or I and we'll have a talk with them. No one will expect you to do anything you don't want to."

Ron looked at us. "I just don't want you to be shocked. If you go out there, you will see nudity. You will see people having sex and not just couples. If that bothers you, stay in here and I'll make sure that no one bothers you. Please make yourselves at home. You're free to go anywhere you want and do anything you want. We just don't want you to be offended."

Cindy was the one who spoke for us. Her voice quivered with some kind of emotion. "Don't worry about us. We won't say anything. I'm not quite sure what we can or can't take. Guess we'll have to talk but we won't be offended and we will keep your secret." I looked at her and nodded.

Ron looked at Cindy with a wistful look. I had the feeling that he was undressing her with his eyes. That he wanted into her panties. He smiled. "I'm going to leave you with Diane. I have a certain guest who needs my attention. We do have some food in the dining room and you're free to join the party if you want." 

I looked at Diane and I knew that if I just asked, I could have her. I looked at Diane again. She suddenly looked so sexy. She smiled at me. I think she read all the strange emotions going through both of us. "I think I'll leave you two alone to talk and I'll be back in a bit. I'll give you the grand tour if you want. I'm sorry if I seemed unfriendly when you first got here." She giggled a little. "You were a real shock to me, probably less of a shock than this party is to you, but still a shock. I'll let you talk and I'll be back."

The door closed quietly behind Diane. I looked at Cindy and saw a flush of excitement on her face. I didn't know what she was thinking. I was sure that she had not cheated on me. I may have thought about it, but had never cheated on her before. We had never discussed swinging but that look on her face said she wanted to join the party. I didn't know what I was thinking. I don't know what I was feeling. A jumble of emotions. I certainly felt the sexual tinge in the air.

"You want to go in there don't you?"

Cindy just looked excited. "We don't have to do anything with anyone. But, I've never seen anyone having sex. I think it would be fun to go in there. What do you think Hun?"

"I think I can handle looking. Whatever you want." 

My lovely wife smiled at me. "I sure think that it would be better to wait out the storm with people and sitting on a comfortable chair rather than trapped in here. Besides in this storm, we're going to have to leave this room sooner or later because I know you're bladder. You can't wait all night." She giggled.

She shed her coat, draping it over the chair and then she held her hand out for me. I piled my coat on hers and took her hand. Our eyes met and a spark of excitement bounced between our eyes. We opened the door and stepped into the foyer. I looked at my lovely wife and sucked in my breath. A bold new world awaited us.

Diane covered in her white terry robe stood outside the door talking to a naked man. We watched the two of them. It was obvious that sparks were flying. You could feel the sexuality in the air.

She led us through her house. She was proud of her mansion but neither Cindy nor I really saw the rooms. We were busy watching people. We went through pockets of reality. Fully clothed people having normal Christmas party conversations, then the surreal hit, some or all of the people conversing would be naked and perhaps even touching in a sexual way. Then we would pass a couple or even three people having sex. I'd seen porn films before, but never real people having sex, let alone a group of people. 

I could hear Cindy breathing faster. Her hand gripped mine more tightly. We followed Diane's cute wiggling ass all around the house, finally ending at the pool. There were half a dozen people in the pool, all naked and most paying more attention to each other than to swimming. 

It was hard to tell how many people were actually here. I guessed 25 couples or slightly more. Diane read my mind! I had been trying to estimate the crowd. She smiled at me. "The storm held down the number of people here. I have food for 125 but I think only about 75 or so are here. You'd be doing me a favor if you ate a little of the food."

We weren't hungry and totally unsure of what we should do. Diane excused herself and left us in the pool area. I imagined her looking for her naked male friend and then leading him to a bedroom. The thought sent shivers through me and put the starch in my manhood.

Cindy had a really strange look on her face. She didn't say anything but led me back to the living room. It was totally surreal! I think word about us had spread. People, clothed and not stopped us to introduce themselves. Most were from near Chicago and had taken the two hour drive to join this party. No one made any moves on either of us, we just had normal conversation, mostly about the storm. 

Near the center of the living room were some couches arranged in a U shape. One couch had a naked couple sitting there quietly talking. Cindy led me to the unoccupied couch across from them and we sat down. I saw the flush of excitement on Cindy's face.

For half an hour we talked to the naked couple. We talked of weather and sports and our kids. They were not a couple. Their partners were off somewhere. Then casually the woman reached for the man's cock and began to stroke it while we talked. He responded. Then she smiled and slid to the floor. She took his cock into her mouth and the conversation ended. 

Cindy watched, her eyes glued to the couple. She watched when Becky slid up and guided Tom's penis into her. She was enthralled watching them enjoy each other, and they were enjoying each other to the fullest.




The Blizzard



Cindy leaned against me. Her hand found the tent of my pants and she stroked me through the cloth. Her head laid against my shoulder. She whispered in my ear. "Damn, I'm turned on. I don't want anyone else, but right now, right here, I want YOU! I need YOU!"

I looked at my wife. The fire was in her eyes. Her blond hair framing her face. She had never looked more sexy, more beautiful, more alive. I had never wanted her more!

My body twisted until my lips could reach hers. We met in a passionate kiss as my tongue reached to find hers. Fire flowed through me from the heat of that kiss. Our tongues danced in each others mouths. Our hands reached out for each other, touching caressing, feeling. The world dissolved. I was no longer aware of the people around me, only the sparks flying from our touch.

My eyes were closed as my hands found the curve of my wife's full breast. My fingers struggled to pull her shirt over her head. Whenever my eyes opened, they were locked deeply into Cindy's, searching the depths of her lovely orbs, staring into her soul. 

Her hands were equally busy, trying to divest me of my clothing. Skin touched skin with electric sparks jumping between us. Noises of others making love swirled unnoticed around us. We stood, shedding our clothes. Neither of us aware of our nakedness in front of the others. Neither of us aware of anything but each other.

I pulled her to me. Feeling the fire in our souls. Tasting her lips, smelling her skin, luxuriating in the soft feel of her skin under my lips. Feeling her breasts pressed tightly against my chest. Feeling the tip of my cock, inflamed by the soft contact with her belly.

My kisses covered her face, her chin, finally sucking an ear lobe into my mouth. Cindy moaned as my lips moved to her neck. Her hands pulled my body tight against hers, then roamed my side. My fingers explored her familiar body, tracing the curve of her breast then sliding downward. My finger found the soft wet caress of her pussy. Her fingers found my erect cock and there was an explosion of desire in my whole being.

Cindy pulled me to the floor. Her legs spread and her inflamed womanhood invited me to her. My lips sucked a nipple into my mouth as I felt her hand guide my cock to the warm wet entrance to her. I pushed slowly, feeling the heat of her surround me. I was lost in the feel of her body surrounding my manhood.

My being was tuned to hers. Feeling her body move and matching the rhythm of her. My ears tuned to the sound of her breathing, the sounds of her excitement. I could hear the sounds of others fucking around us. I could feel eyes boring into us but I did not care. The world was only my Cindy and I as we made love. Both of us trying to pleasure the other. 

Cindy was moving like never before. Her excitement more than I had ever experienced in more than 20 years with this woman. Her back arched, her hips thrust into mine. She sucked in her breath as her pussy convulsed around my cock and she exploded in thrashing pleasure.

I felt fire course through me in a flood. It felt like my soul was rushing to my cock. My being rushing to our physical connection, trying to join hers, to become a part of her. Her orgasm seemed unending, more intense than I had ever experienced. Then I sucked my breath in, in one final gasp. I slammed my hips into hers and my whole being exploded. My soul exploding into my love, in that instant becoming one with her! I pulled back and then rammed into her again as again I exploded. The blast scorching my soul as our very beings merged. Again and again in innumerable explosions I slammed into her. The world was only us, only the two of us sharing this most intense pleasure, merging our souls.

I did not want that instant to ever end but my body was weak. Finally, I was spent, exhausted.. I heard Cindy gasping as her orgasm ended and she pulled me down on her. We kisses, softly yet passionately. We had just exchanged something magical.

Her eyes looked into mine smiling. "Wow!" was all she said. We kissed again.

"Damn! You two were hot!", I heard a voice near us say. I looked up and saw Diane sitting on the couch, now naked. I pulled my Cindy up as we sat on the couch. Her body soft and pliant as she melted against me, a dreamy look on her face.

We sat there for several minutes, not exchanging a sound. Communicating our wonder with each other by the simple feel of our pleasured flesh touching, our souls still as entwined as our bodies. I listened to our soft breathing, the music of our shared pleasure. After several minutes we kissed again and Cindy sighed. Our souls drifted back and slowly we returned to reality and the awareness that there were others around us.

Neither Cindy or I noticed our nudity nor that of others. The situation seemed almost normal. We chatted with Diane and then Ron joined his wife on the couch. We got to know our neighbors.

Later, Cindy led me to the food. I was aware of the looks of other men at Cindy's naked glory and I was warmed by their wanting her but knowing she was mine, all mine!

In the small hours of the morning, Cindy led me to the pool and we swam and then made love against the side of the pool as another couple fucked beside us. It was another magical moment for just the two of us, perhaps fueled by the couple near us, but still shared only by Cindy and I. 

Still later we found ourselves on the couch talking to Diane when two men joined her. We watched her fuck the two men in a twisting display of lust. The sight fueled Cindy again and we made love. Again, Cindy's lust was intense and the experience special.

As we snuggled in the afterglow I heard the sound of scraping outside and knew that the plow was clearing the road. We would now be free to go home. The question was, did we want to? Or did we want to stay and have the sights and sounds of our new friends inflame our spirits (and my cock again)?

The blizzard had become a storm in our souls. A storm that would rage in us for much longer than the snow clung to the ground. I am sure that we will talk about this tempest that was ignited in us by the cold trap of the blowing powder. I do not know where this night will lead my Cindy and I, but I know that the effects will rage in us, fueled by the magic of the special love we shared tonight. Feelings ignited in us and inspired by our new friends still coursed through us. The only question is can we ever return to the magic that we made this night?



The Blizzard



The first flurries of the rumored blizzard were dotting the sidewalk already as Sylvia walked home from her half-day at work. The half-day had not been planned; rather, it was a last minute change of plans due to the threatening weather. "Threatening", at least, had been the word the boss had used when she had dismissed the office just at lunch time; but Sylvia saw no threats in the slate gray sky or the breathless warnings of a storm blanketing their entire state. Rather, she saw an early Christmas present! As she made her way home past all the cozy-looking houses with their Christmas decorations out in full force, the very idea of anything negative made no sense to her at all. Who could complain about a wonderfully heavy snow just before Christmas? It made for perfect weather for curling up safe at home, basking in the holiday spirit with the wind and snow outside and the pleasant din of Mr. and Mrs. Wells living their lives downstairs. And that was just what Sylvia needed to finally get Andy where she wanted him. 

Andy was Sylvia's best friend, but she had had enough for settling for that. The two friends lived, along with a few other twentysomethings, on the second floor of Mr. and Mrs. Wells' lovely old house on Franklin Street. Married since long before Sylvia was born and with all their own kids flung to the four winds, the Wells had been taking in boarders in their huge upstairs for years, and welcoming responsible young adults like herself into a second family. Landing a room in the Wells' house had been Sylvia's luckiest break when she'd found herself in their quiet Midwestern city just after college. The job paid enough to keep her going until she had the experience and savings to head off for one coast or the other; but the work was none too exciting and neither was the conservative local lifestyle. But the Wells and their lovely big home on Franklin Street kept her sane and happy most of the time. On her arrival in town, Sylvia had taken the smallest and cheapest room, down at the far end of the hall. Now, with over three years in the house and as the senior boarder, she had the biggest room. Facing the street and with its own private bath, it had felt like a palace to Sylvia from the very beginning and it still felt delightfully grown-up now. She kept it clean and tastefully decorated like the middle-aged woman she sometimes felt she played at work, with her books and CDs stacked neatly on the bookshelf near her queen-size bed, which was bursting with throw-pillows. A hot-plate in the corner provided for quick meals and snacks, although the boarders were allowed to use the kitchen outside Mrs. Wells' regular cooking hours; and when she got home today, the hot plate would offer the anticipation of hot cocoa and a relaxing afternoon.

A relaxing afternoon with Andy, Sylvia thought with an encouraged smile as the end of the walk drew near. Perfect weather for a seduction, that was for sure. And after all, Christmas was no time for either of them to be alone when they could be together!

Handsome Andy had lived in the room next door to hers for over a year. In his first days in the house, Sylvia had spent a Saturday afternoon showing him around the city's little downtown, nothing more than a courtesy to a new friend. But even on that first afternoon, Andy had made a delightful impression upon her. Somewhat quieter and more polite than the other guys who had come and gone at the Wells', he'd been wonderfully approachable and uncomplicated from the very start. They had spent the afternoon talking about everything and nothing, and when the brief tour was finished Sylvia had not wanted it to end. So they had gone to a café for snacks and had ended up talking until long past dark. From that promising start, their friendship had grown quite emotionally intimate before very long. Soon it was no longer limited to outings. Like a pair of schoolkids hiding out from their parents, they had talked into the night over a bottle of wine more than once, sometimes in his room, usually in hers. Their childhoods, college, career plans, when they would escape their stifling town -- by now they knew all about one another, and they trusted one another completely. 

Sylvia was unsure of just when friendship had turned to infatuation and then to love for her, but there was no denying that it had. She did know when she had become fully aware of her feelings, however: last spring, when he'd brought Alicia home. Sylvia had not been jealous of the other women he had dated here and there -- after all, she was dating as well -- but Alicia had appeared on the scene just after a particularly delightful late-night conversation. All these months later, Sylvia could still recall the look of comfortable familiarity in Andy's eyes when they'd finished off the wine and he had stood to return to his room. She'd been sure of seeing her own longing reflected in his eyes, and she had very nearly given in to her longing to throw her arms around him. But they had been friends for months by then, and it had seemed only right to talk about it first. As usual, though, the words hadn't come to her, and she had settled for a demure "good night". That had been followed by the first time Sylvia had fantasized about Andy, and the night had been a long but pleasant one alone in her bed. His gentle hands on her breasts and thighs, that first thrill of seeing and being seen in the nude, the two melted into one there in her bed, and the sort of passion only best friends could know would follow...it had all been in her mind, but it had been absolutely vivid nevertheless.

The very next time she had seen him, though, was the first time Andy brought Alicia home. "Alicia, this is my best friend Sylvia," that was how Andy had introduced her, and in that moment she had resigned herself to only ever being that. Big mistake, she now knew, but Alicia was not going to vanish as quickly as the other women he had dated. Tall and leggy with fiery red hair, Alicia was gorgeous -- and Sylvia had been roped into enough outings with them to know she was also a pleasant and smart young woman. As much as she had wanted to hate Alicia, there had not been a lot to hate. The two of them had looked perfect together, too. Even Sylvia couldn't have denied that, she admitted time and again as she contented herself with watching basketball games with Mr. Wells downstairs. She always made sure to do that on days when Andy had Alicia over, so she wouldn't have to listen to the two of them getting busy in his room. That would have been unbearable, of course. Fortunately, Mr. Wells loved having her along for the games, and Sylvia had enjoyed his fatherly company in any case, though he did occasionally wonder why she didn't have better things to do on the weekends. "Lovely gal like you ought to have no trouble finding a gentleman friend, you know," comments like that were just one more thing she'd had to swallow. It was far better than being alone in her room and hearing the goings-on next door!

Through her frustration and heartbreak, Sylvia had at least succeeded at never overhearing anything in the three months Andy and Alicia had been an item. Better still, she had managed to hide her delight on the night Andy came home and announced he'd been dumped. He had cried in her arms that night -- the only time to date she had actually had her longed-for chance to hold him, and due to the occasion there had been no joy in it, but it had cemented their friendship more than ever, at least. "It just wasn't meant to be," he had said. "I don't know why she couldn't see all we could have been."

"She's a fool, Andy," Sylvia had reassured him. "Any woman who can't see what a great guy you are isn't good enough for you anyway. When you're ready, you'll have no trouble finding the right one."

"I've been telling myself that all my life," Andy had whined. "And it's never happened."

That line had been echoing in Sylvia's head ever since. The man had to open his eyes sooner or later!

Despite her tremendous relief, Sylvia had never yet taken her second chance. It hardly seemed right back when his heart was broken and he needed a friend more than a rebound, after all. But she was never sure just when that time had passed, and the right moment had never come up in the months since. She had made one halfhearted attempt. After one delightful evening back in September, Sylvia had swallowed her pride and held out her arms for an embrace -- just like she had so desperately wished she had done back before Alicia had turned up -- but Andy had laughed nervously and shaken her right hand while ignoring her left. Humiliated beneath her blithe exterior, Sylvia had never mentioned it again, nor had she tried to touch him again. 

That memory gave her pause now, but Sylvia reasoned that she had most likely magnified the incident in her memory. He'd been tired and tipsy, and it had been a somewhat ambiguous gesture anyway. Besides, a man could change his mind.

As the snowstorm loomed and Sylvia made her way home, she resolved to focus on the positive; after all, there was plenty of it to focus on. The blizzard really was a blessing, as far as that went. A full day at work wouldn't have been a problem for Sylvia: she couldn't afford a car and didn't particularly want one, as she was planning to take off for New York or California as soon as she could afford to, so she always walked to and from work anyway. On that morning she had also had the foresight to wear tights and boots against the weather, so a walk home in the snow later that night would not have been disastrous for her. Indeed, a walk home in the snow and the dark would have provided an absolutely magical scene of Christmas lights throughout her journey, and Sylvia was almost sorry she wouldn't be out for that occasion. If she usually looked at her current hometown as merely a temporary and boring stop on the way to bigger and better places, Christmas was one time when she genuinely loved the place. All that small town cheer and the quaint decorations and the sense of belonging...she wouldn't have missed it for the world. All that was missing was someone to share it with, and that strengthened her resolve to finally take the bull by the horns with Andy. A walk home to that after dark and in a foot of snow would have only made that all the sweeter.

But she welcomed the afternoon off all the same. An older colleague at work had groused about being cooped up with his kids all weekend, but had conceded that this was perfect stay-inside-and-play weather. And Sylvia, who hadn't "played" in quite some time, was bursting with longing as she imagined her cozy room and Andy right next door, alone in his room. It just wasn't right for them both to be alone on a day like this! Today would be the day, she resolved as she made her chilly way up Franklin Street. Don't talk yourself out of this now, she warned herself as she approached the house. There are gentlemen, and then there are clueless boys who can't see what's right in front of them and longing for more. Andy, like it or not, is both. You'll just have to show him more clearly what's right before his eyes.

Maybe today, Sylvia thought again as she stood at last on the Wells' big front porch, cold but safe from the growing storm as she fished her keys out of her purse and kicked the snow off her boots and brushed the stray flurries off her coat and skirt. And then, as she found the key and turned it in the lock, she could feel her resolve slipping. Not much at first: why just maybe? Why continue longing without even trying? If he said no, she could say she'd tried. Wasn't that worth the risk?

The answer was as clear as the warm air and the smell of the Christmas tree and Mrs. Wells' cooking that greeted her as she stepped inside, but it was far less pleasant: if he said no, she would probably lose her best friend. But then again, it was getting so she could barely relate to him as a friend anyway, so intense were her feelings for him. If she lost him...It just didn't seem right to dwell on that just now, she concluded. It was worth a try. But as the significance of what she planned to do began to sink in, it did shake her confidence a bit. No wonder guys always got so weird about taking the first step like this. It was frightening! But the thought of ending this cold day with Andy in her arms was worth that risk and that fright.

Mr. Wells was watching football on television, but he looked up and was delighted to see Sylvia entering the living room. "Syl! Cold out there, is it?"

"You can tell, can you?" Sylvia asked as she set her purse and briefcase by the door and unbuttoned her coat. 

"Your cheeks are flushed," he told her. "And weren't you awfully cold in a skirt out there?"

"No, I'm wearing tights," Sylvia reassured him as she followed his beckoning and sat beside him on the couch. 

"Tights, huh? They keep you warm?"

"Very." Sylvia was silently amused -- married for over 40 years, two daughters, and Mr. Wells was still clueless about women's clothing. Well, most men were, after all. Sylvia herself had to admit that she, who wouldn't even wear a bra until she was nearly 14, had once been so clueless as well. It tickled her a bit once again to think of the dramatic transition she'd made since those days. Today found her in a crisp white blouse and a pleated gray skirt -- every inch the librarian who was just about to rip off her glasses and let her hair down to reveal the sex-kitten within, and no sign of a gal who was more than happy to join Mr. Wells for the game. But she was. 

The tomboy lived on in the part of her that loved football, and Sylvia enjoyed an hour or so watching the game with Mr. Wells. He, as usual, was a bit surprised at his most loyal football companion with her fluffy dark hair and very feminine clothes, and yet she was just as enthusiastic about the game as he. Their Christmas tree, set between the television and the front window just as it had been every year for decades, kept the room awash in colors that danced on every surface as the lights blinked. Half a dozen stockings hung from the mantelpiece, now just for show since none of the Wells' children were going to be home for the holiday, but a welcoming beacon for Sylvia and the other boarders who would be there for the big day. 

Sylvia didn't much care to talk about how she would be staying in town for the holidays, but naturally Mr. Wells brought it up during a commercial. "So why aren't you going home?"

Sylvia thought of her usual diplomatic lie about no time off from work, but Mr. Wells was almost like family and he deserved the truth. "Honestly, I'm just happier here. I mean, my family's great and all, but it's the same old suburb I've known all my life and it's kind of boring. Here, you know, it feels so much like a classic small town Christmas. I never had that when I was a kid and I love it!"

"Small-town, huh?" Mr. Wells asked. "Never thought of it that way, but I'm glad you're happy with it. We're certainly glad to have you here, and Andy and the others. No empty nest for us that way, you know."

"That's sweet," Sylvia replied. "Glad we can help. And yeah, I'm glad Andy's here too."

"I'll bet you are," Mr. Wells said with a chuckle just in time for the game to come back on, and Sylvia was left to blush in silence. 

Mrs. Wells came by soon after with cups of tea, and Sylvia offered to help her wash up afterwards but she demurred. "Enjoy the game, dear. I'm glad somebody's keeping Mister company!"

Sylvia was glad of that too, for near the end of the game Andy appeared at the door. Sylvia, hoping it was him but not wanting to look overexcited, didn't look up from the television when she heard the door. 

Mr. Wells had no such inhibitions. "Andy!" he said. 

Feeling her face flush, Sylvia looked up as well, and tightened her already-crossed legs against the growing desire she wasn't quite ready to reveal. "Hi Andy," she said as demurely as she was able to. "You got out of work early too?"

"Yeah, thank God," Andy said, taking his coat off and setting it beside Sylvia's. The boarders all kept their coats upstairs; there wasn't room in the front closet for them all. "Have you seen how hard it's coming now?"

Sylvia looked up at the window. He was right, it was coming down fast and hard. And Andy looked chilly from the walk home, just as she must have an hour before. Amusingly, Andy was wearing the male counterpart of her own clothes: white Oxford shirt with a t-shirt barely visible underneath, and gray slacks with pleats. His well-coiffed sandy blond hair had flecks of snow melting gently in the warm air of the house. And his cheeks were red from the walk. How she longed to help him warm up...well, now was the time! Working up her courage, she stood up. "I was just thinking of going upstairs to make some cocoa. Want to join me?"

With the game now over, Mr. Wells stood up too. "Sounds good, kids. I think I'll go see if Mrs. Wells needs any help out there. Maybe we'll heat something up too."

Sylvia laughed at the double entendre, though she was nearly certain Mr. Wells hadn't intended it. Mrs. Wells had looked knowingly a time or two at her and Andy, but her husband hadn't that Sylvia could recall. 

Andy stood nervously just inside the door, looking back and forth from Sylvia to Mr. Wells. Finally he said, "Um, sure! Yeah, cocoa'd be great. Anything to warm up."

"Couldn't agree more," Sylvia grinned at him, gathering up her purse, briefcase and coat. She followed Andy up the stairs. 

"Just give me a minute to put my coat away?" Andy asked her over his shoulder.

"Sounds perfect," Sylvia agreed. 

In her room, Sylvia turned on the light and dropped her coat and bags on her bed. Once again thanking goodness for having the master suite, she stepped into the bathroom and prepared for the seduction. The usual nervousness bubbled up while she was washing her hands and checking her hair in the mirror, but she knew how to beat that down. As always, just before panic began to set in, Sylvia remembered the advice of her more-worldly best friend in college: "When you take your clothes off for a guy, he isn't critiquing your body, he's thinking, 'OhmygodI'mabouttohavesex!!'" And she'd always been proven right in Sylvia's experience, she admitted to herself now. Taking a deep breath, she willed herself not to dwell on her imperfections. Stop it, she thought, almost out loud. Andy won't mind any of it. Think positive.

And positivity soon took over. Whatever her insecurities at other times, Sylvia knew, she was capable of being wonderfully uninhibited when she was aroused. And in the privacy of her bathroom, a quick check confirmed that she was quite aroused.

Sylvia had just enough time to hang up her coat and stow her purse and briefcase at the far end of her bookshelf before Andy knocked on the door. "Come in," she said, opening the curtains as she did so they would have a view of the snow that was now covering Franklin Street and everything along its way. So romantic already! She turned and stood with a shameless grin by the window as he entered the room. "I'm just sorry I don't have any Christmas decorations to show off."

"Thanks for inviting me," he said. "Hot chocolate would really hit the spot right now, huh?" He'd changed into jeans, which made Sylvia feel even more overdressed for the occasion than she already had felt. But then, if all went according to plan, neither of them would be overdressed for long. 

Andy helped himself to a seat on her bed, with the casualness of a best friend. This was a good start, Sylvia thought to herself as she carried her teapot into the bathroom and filled it with water. "I always loved days like this when I was a kid," she said. "Especially at Christmastime. You can play in the snow and then come get warmed up, and all the real world problems can't even get through to you because of the storm!"




The Blizzard



"I know," Andy agreed. "Snow days!"

"Well, that too," said Sylvia. "But I was thinking of sledding outside all morning. Then we'd go inside and get out of our wet clothes and curl up by the fireplace." She put just the right stress on the bit about getting out of her clothes, she thought with pleasure, and hoped he would take the hint. 

"We didn't have a fireplace," Andy said. "But that sounds great." He curled up and hugged his knees, looking almost feminine. "I can just see you bombing down the hills, too, you daredevil."

"I did!" Sylvia agreed. "I was wild then." With the water heating up, she sat on the other side of the bed, drawing her legs up gracefully and crossing them at the ankles. She could hear her tights swish as she did, and wondered if Andy got a kick out of the sound. It looked to her like he did, or maybe that was just her imagination running wild. Either way, she felt encouraged.

"It's hard to imagine you like that back then," Andy admitted, looking his friend up and down. "You always look so put-together now."

"It's only work clothes," Sylvia said. 

Andy smiled at her without saying anything. He seemed to be admiring her body, and Sylvia basked in the glow, feeling more confident than ever that the time was right. She could see in the corner of her eye that the snow was blowing everywhere outside. "Too bad we don't have a tree in here, isn't it?" she asked him. "I'm just bursting with the Christmas spirit today. I guess the first big snow always has that effect on me."

"It is already very Christmas-like with the snow and the hot chocolate," Andy said. "But yeah, I guess that would be a nice final touch. Already feels really cozy, though."

Something wasn't quite right, Sylvia could see. "Are you okay, Andy?" she asked. "You don't sound like your heart is in it on the whole holiday spirit thing."

"Oh, I'm fine," Andy said, but he still didn't sound it. "It's just, Sylvia, you know, when we were kids it was all about friends and parties and lots of fun. If you'd told me then that someday I'd be spending the holidays alone in a town like this..."

"You're not alone!" Sylvia protested. She drew herself all the way up onto the bed and curled up at his feet, which she touched playfully. "Or don't I count?"

"I didn't mean it that way!" Andy replied hastily. "I'm sorry, Sylvia. I love spending time with you. It's just, I mean, you know how we're always talking about moving to the coasts and getting on with our lives. Christmas means the end of the year, another year in which we didn't do that. And I guess it makes me feel lonely, even when I'm with friends."

"That's awfully melancholy for a season of joy, Andy, but I think I understand." Sylvia sat up now so she could regard him more seriously. "But think of the alternative. Do you really want to be alone in some shoebox in Manhattan where you can barely make the rent, or putting up with your annoying relatives at your mom's house?"

Andy's face broke into that grin Sylvia loved so, and he nodded his head. "Thanks. I needed that. Spending the holiday here is definitely better than those, isn't it? I...yeah, it really is. I guess it just does feel a bit incomplete this year, being here on our own. But it is a beautiful scene out there and it's great to have a friend to share it with."

Sylvia knew if there was ever to be a right moment, that was it. She scooted up alongside him at the head of the bed. "Well, there's one other thing that would really make this a season of joy." She reached out and brushed his hand. "Andy, I know we've always avoided this, but..." She wanted to complete the sentence, but the right words did not present themselves.

Andy returned the caress on her hand at first, and for a wonderful moment Sylvia thought the battle was won. But then he pulled his hand away and drew back as far on the bed as he could, flattening himself against the headboard. "Sylvia, stop!" he said in a tone that bordered on panic. "I'm sorry, but there's something you'd never understand."

Sylvia was taken aback. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't think that'd make you uncomfortable." For good measure, she stood up to give Andy some space. Of all the possible outcomes of her overture, this was not one she had considered. 

"Well, uncomfortable is too strong a word," Andy said, relaxing a bit. "It's just -- awkward. We've been friends for so long, I kind of have this block about thinking of you as a woman as opposed to a friend. I dunno, it's awkward."

Sylvia felt slightly relieved. "So we're in the friend zone, and that's a problem for you? That's okay, Andy, you know we can take things as slowly as you want to. But if you don't mind my saying so, I think I've already been taking it about as slowly as I could!"

"Sylvia --"

She heard his interjection, but waved it off. She had held her tongue for months, and now that the ice was broken, there was a lot to say. "I mean, if you're not attracted to me, that's one thing. But given how well we get along, I find it hard to believe you can't get past that! And being friends is a great way to start a relationship, that's what I've always heard! I've always wanted to be friends-first, and we've been so successful at that."

"But --"

"I mean, this is awkward for me, too, Andy! But really, that can be part of the fun, if you let it be! It's something we're in together, and we know each other well enough to handle that. Even if it doesn't work out. And I hate to spring it on you, but I've been ignoring my feelings on this for much too long now. I gave you your space when you needed to get over Alicia, didn't I? Don't try to tell me you didn't know how I envied her, Andy. Anybody could have seen that!"

"Stop!" Andy screeched. "Sylvia, please. Stop. I'm sorry I snapped at you, but that's...that's just a lot to process at once, isn't it? And none of what you said is the reason why I reacted like I did. Please. Give me a chance, and I will explain, I promise."

Sylvia was a bit surprised at his interruption, but on a moment's reflection she realized he was right. "I'm sorry, Andy. It's just that I've been having to tiptoe around all this for months now, and it's a beautiful winter's day, and..." her voice trailed away as she heard it shaking. "It's just, I've waited so long for a moment like that, and I never imagined you'd react the way you did." Hearing the water boil, she turned around to tend to the cocoa, but added over her shoulder, "I'm listening. I won't cut you off again."

"So..." Andy began uncertainly. "Wow. I mean, no, I didn't know how you felt about me when Alicia was here. I'm sorry, that must have been terrible. If I'd known, I wouldn't have brought her in the house or anything. And thanks for giving me some time after we broke up. I'd have been in no shape for another relationship right after that, for sure. The thing is, I never told you the real reason why Alicia and I broke up, and I'm afraid it could be a problem for you and me just like it was for her and me."

Sylvia had mixed the cocoa as he spoke, and now she turned around with the two mugs. She handed him one, and sat at a respectful distance at the other end of the bed. "Well, that's another thing about being friends first, Andy. You're better at communicating that way."

"I don't know if that's going to help," Andy said. "You see..." He closed his eyes, and set his mug down on Sylvia's nightstand. "This is so embarrassing..."

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about with me," Sylvia told him. "You know that."

"I know you won't give me a hard time about it," he admitted. "But that doesn't make it any less embarrassing."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Sylvia asked. She was almost frightened now.

Andy opened his eyes and shook his head slightly. "I'm...I'm a virgin, Sylvia."

Sylvia felt a guilty rush of pleasure mixed with her relief and surprise, but she knew better than to let on even in the heat of that very long moment. The words that came weren't quite the right ones, but she couldn't stop them: "Is that all? Andy, you scared me!"

"Is it all?!" Andy demanded. "I'm twenty-five, Sylvia. Do you have any idea what it's like to tell anybody you're a virgin at this age? Never mind even trying to explain why!"

"Well, no, I don't," Sylvia admitted. "But, look, the reason why is nobody's business, including mine. Sex is such a personal thing, Andy, the right time is going to be different for everybody and you usually don't even really know when it comes." Even as she spoke, Sylvia was still coming to terms with the news -- Andy a virgin? Sweet, sensitive Andy had never been to bed with anyone? It couldn't have been for lack of opportunity! He could surely have had Alicia, he could definitely have had Sylvia herself...why? But she had already said it wasn't her business. When it was clear Andy had nothing to add at the moment, she thought of something else to add. "For an awful lot of us, we realize later on that we started too soon rather than too late, you know. I certainly did."

"That's what I was afraid of at first," Andy said at last. Looking as nervous as she had ever seen him, he stood up and began pacing slowly alongside the bed. "There were girls in high school who probably would have let me, you know, but back then I had it in my head about waiting until marriage. We weren't super-religious or anything, but it just seemed like the safe thing to do in this day and age. Plus, I was shy. Really shy. So when I got to college..."

As he seemed to be groping uncomfortably for something, Sylvia repeated, "You don't have to tell me anything, Andy, if you don't want to. You don't owe anybody an explanation."

"Thanks. But I feel like now that the cat's out of the bag, I should explain things. If you think you're in love with me, Sylvia, you should know everything anyway."

"Thanks," was all Sylvia said. Privately she agreed with him, and more to the point she was delighted that he seemed to be open to their possibilities together. 

"It's nothing too diabolical, really," Andy continued. "It's just, I got to college, and like most freshmen I was really still just a kid, acting big like they all did, but when it came to dating I had no idea what I was doing." Sylvia was tempted to interrupt that no one ever really knew at that age. But seeing how difficult it was for Andy to open up to her, she kept her mouth shut. "And I wanted to concentrate on my studies anyway. I'd been kind of an underachiever in high school and I wanted to prove I was past that. One thing about college, the women love a smart guy, not like high school! So I made a lot of female friends, but the thing is, once you've been friends for a while...I don't know how to phrase this, you know what I mean?"

"It gets to be like imagining sex with your sister," Sylvia said. "I know the feeling."

"Exactly," Andy continued. "There were a few friends here and there who wanted to take it to the next level, and I tried, but -- maybe we always took it too slowly, but the right time never came. I kept waiting until I would be comfortable getting intimate with her, and I never really did get comfortable, and the girl always got frustrated and gave up on me."

"I'm sorry," was all Sylvia could think to say; and immediately she wished she hadn't. It sounded pitying, and that was the last thing she wanted Andy to think she felt for him. Feeling restless now, she stood up so he could talk to her at eye level. 

"I guess I developed kind of a complex along the way," Andy went on. Now he was folding his arms tightly against his chest and looking everywhere in the room but at Sylvia. "It's gotten so I'm almost afraid of thinking of a woman in that way."

"Gynophobia, huh?" Sylvia hoped to lighten the mood a bit.

She succeeded, as Andy broke into a mild laugh. "Right, I guess so." He set his mug down and took a deep breath. "When I care about a woman, even if it's just as friends, there's a kind of purity about the whole thing. Sex doesn't come into the picture, even if I'm attracted to her as more than a friend. It isn't sex, it's love, you know? And I mean, I love you as a friend, of course." 

For a wonderful moment, Sylvia thought he would hug her. But he didn't. So she just said, "Thanks, I love you too," and he went on. 

"And then there's sex, and there's the whole sensory overload, seeing her body and feeling everything and all the noises you make. It's so intense. And it kind of scares me. It's like, what if I can't handle that with my friend? It's so much easier to just leave that whole issue aside and leave sex out of the picture. So I'm careful not to go down that road at all."

"Because you want to still respect her in the morning." Sylvia understood, much as she didn't want to.

"Yes! I mean, that's what I hope would happen. I'm sure after I slept with someone, I would still respect her, totally. But it's not the same as before with her, ever again. She can't ever not be the one I saw with nothing on, who made all those noises, you know."

"Well, that's what makes intimacy so wonderful, Andy," Sylvia said gently. "You get to share all those beautiful secrets with only that one other person. And if it's your best friend as well, so much the better."

"That's a lovely thought," Andy said, now looking a bit more relaxed. "I guess it's just that I've never been any good at getting over the boundaries of friendship." 

"You don't have to keep those boundaries with me, Andy. You know that. We can talk about anything." She tried to make that "anything" sound as seductive as she could, but even she thought it sounded silly. "Besides, I am a woman whether you think of me that way or not. You don't need to pretend I'm anything else. We don't bite." With an evil grin she added, "With either mouth."

Andy looked confused for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Okay! I needed that. Right. It's just, there's love and there's friendship, and I haven't had a lot of luck combining those. Guess I have a complex about sex, like I said, since I waited too long." 

"Is that what went wrong with Alicia, if you don't mind my asking?" 

Andy nodded. "I never pushed her too hard to do anything, obviously, and she liked that at first, but then she started pushing me to go further, and I didn't have the guts to tell her...tell her what I just told you about myself. So I guess she thought I didn't want to sleep with her, when really I did -- sorry! -- but I didn't know how to deal with my issues about it all. I'm pretty sure we could have worked our way through it if she knew everything -- I mean I've had all these months to go over that in my mind and think of how it could have worked out -- but I couldn't tell her I was a virgin, Sylvia."

"Why not?"

"She said some things along the way that made it clear she wouldn't understand. Stuff about how anyone who didn't lose it in high school was a loser and probably a mama's boy and so forth. Very insensitive. And I laughed along with it and let her think I was nothing like that."

"You are nothing like that, Andy," Sylvia reassured him."

"Thanks. But she wouldn't have understood, not like you do. I figured all along you would, actually, but I swear I never knew you were interested in me."

"What about that time I tried to hug you and you wouldn't let me?" She hadn't wanted to bring that up, but now she couldn't resist. 

"Oh, that. I'm sorry, Sylvia. I guess I was just feeling shellshocked after losing Alicia, and I was questioning then whether anyone at all would understand. And I didn't want to risk my friendship with you by complicating it. But I'm sorry, I should have hugged you." 

Sylvia set down her cocoa mug and gave him a welcoming look. "Better late than never!"

It was a risk given all that he had just told her, Sylvia knew that, but the time seemed right to give it a try. The risk paid off, as Andy's face broke into the embarrassed grin she knew too well, and he walked gracefully into her waiting embrace. In spite of the bomb he had dropped, the moment was all she had hoped for. His arms felt perfect around her, strong but gentle and warm against the snowy chill that was just beyond the window behind them, which let in the tiniest of cold drafts and made the hug feel all the warmer. Best of all, she could feel him getting hard against her through their clothes. In response to that, she squeezed him more tightly in hope that the press of her breasts against him would be just as thrilling to him. Thoughts of last spring and Alicia and thinking he'd been lost to her forever roared through her mind, making the moment all the more blissful. 

Once the rush of euphoria was past, Sylvia felt she had to ask him: "Do you feel safe?"

"Completely," Andy said. "I'm sorry, though, I hope you don't mind my...you know...pressing against you..."

"Do I mind!" Sylvia forced herself to sound gentle rather than frustrated -- this was all new to him, after all. "Andy, it's a beautiful feeling!"

"Thank you."

Still holding him tightly, Sylvia returned carefully to their conversation. "Do you want to talk anymore about what happened with Alicia? I take it she broke it off with you because you weren't ready for sex?"

Andy drew back just far enough to look at Sylvia. "I wish it were that simple. I mean, that is what happened, but not just like that. One night -- I remember you were watching a basketball game with Mr. Wells downstairs, and we were up here -- I went to the bathroom, and when I got back to my room there she was curled up on my bed, naked."

"Oh, no," Sylvia interjected.

"Exactly," Andy went on. "And I freaked out, just a bit, I mean -- I saw her and I gasped and averted my eyes and stepped back out in the hall. Totally involuntary, I didn't mean to offend her, but I did. Once I composed myself, I went back in and she was wrapped up in a sheet now and looking furious. 'What, Andy, do I repulse you?! You want to be a priest or something?'"

"That's awful!"

"Yeah! I mean, I tried to explain it away, but I couldn't. Not without telling her I was a virgin and why, and I knew by then she would never understand that. So she just said she'd had enough of me being such a cold fish, and she told me to get out and let her get dressed. Then she left and that was that."

"I think I remember that night," Sylvia admitted. It was a lie -- she knew she remembered that night quite well. No need to tell Andy now, though, of the spark of hope she had felt when she'd looked up from the game to see Alicia rushing out of the house in a huff, or how elated she had been later that night when she had discovered her hunch was correct. Figuring no good could come of her coming clean about that, she let Andy hold her in silence, still scarcely able to believe she was in his arms at last. If she received no other gift this year, Sylvia knew this would be the merriest Christmas in years already!

But she could not ignore the obvious forever. "Andy," she finally said. "If you're not ready for another relationship, I'll understand, but..."

"No! I mean yes, I am ready to try, especially now that you know everything...it's just that it'll still be an issue for me to think of you that way. You're a close friend, and I imagine having stronger feelings for you -- or actually now I know I do have stronger feelings for you, Syl, but I'm uncomfortable with what comes next. After the point of no return, you know."

Sylvia swallowed hard. Now or never. She drew back from him and sat on the bed again so she could address him at arm's length. "Andy, you trust me, don't you?"

"Of course!" He followed her lead and sat beside her. 

"Then whatever happens, you know I'll work through 'what comes next' with you."

"And you want to...make love? Now?" He looked equal parts delighted and frightened. 

"More than you can imagine," Sylvia said. "But I don't want to make you uncomfortable." She caressed his hand as she said it, but otherwise didn't touch him. "You know, I think I can understand what you're feeling right now, Andy. I know it's scary the first time. I've been there." Memories of her own first time had been fluttering around the back of her mind ever since Andy had revealed himself. A fleeting golden image of a rainy summer night in the arms of her Spanish tutor wafted through her mind time and again, but it was always quickly burst apart by her recollection of her real first time. After a deep breath, she told Andy about it. "Homecoming, junior year in high school, three in the morning in the back of the guy's parents' station wagon, drunk for the first time, it hurt like hell and left a bloody mess and the best thing I could say about it afterward was that it was over very quickly. I didn't even come close to an orgasm -- unless you counted a couple of days later when the shock wore off and I could say it was over with. And I think he had his orgasm a few days later as well, when he told his buddies about it in the locker room."




The Blizzard



Andy looked horrified. "I'm sorry...if it had been me, I never would have told anyone."

"I know you wouldn't," Sylvia said. She stood up again in case he needed a bit of space, and it occurred to her now that her pleated skirt and white blouse made the perfect virginal outfit. Suddenly that seemed totally inappropriate, but Andy didn't appear to mind. "But I told you that to show you, well, maybe you were smart to wait until the time was right! I sure wish I had."

"Thanks, but really, I waited too long. That's why this is all so weird to me now, since I've had all these years to wonder what it's like, wanting to do it but being afraid at the same time because I don't really know anything about a woman's body and feeling like now it's too late to learn."

"You probably know more than you think you do, Andy." Sylvia knew all too well how the more a man thought he knew about women, the less he really did in most cases. "But you know, I could teach you. Think of it as my Christmas present!"

Andy looked delighted, and Sylvia was sure he was rock hard. "But I didn't get you anything," he teased. 

"You could give me your virginity, couldn't you?"

They shared a passionate laugh, and Sylvia beckoned for Andy to stand up and take her in his arms again. He did, and soon they were sharing their first kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser for a novice, playful but not too aggressive with his tongue, and Sylvia saw it as a good sign. When it was over, Andy said, "You'll understand if I'm not much good at it?"

"I said I would teach you, didn't I?"

"Yes, yes of course. I just hope I don't seem too clueless about your body," Andy said. With a wry grin he added, "Or frightened of it. I have to admit that's been a problem before."

"I could tell you some stories about my period and give you a heart attack," Sylvia said pertly.

Andy was silent for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh. "Thanks, I needed that," he said, and Sylvia sighed with relief as she squeezed him again. Bringing up the ultimate gender taboo had been a big risk, but the shock was just what Andy needed to get over his intimidation, she figured. And evidently it had worked, as now he melted back into her arms and the tension seemed to evaporate. He kissed her again, and this one went on for quite some time. Sylvia rubbed his back in circles with both hands, and he followed her lead and did the same. Already he seemed more comfortable with the intimacy. Maybe that was her imagination, maybe it wasn't, but Andy was not complaining in any event. 

Outside, the storm was in full-force now, with the snow pouring down in big wet flakes and visibility near zero. Where Sylvia normally would have drawn the curtains, it seemed only fitting to keep the beautiful sight open to them; there was no risk at all of anyone in the street seeing a thing, if indeed there even was anyone in the street. The idea that there might be only thrilled her more, though it also occurred to her that it would likely make Andy uncomfortable. But Sylvia thought of a compromise. "Let me turn the lights off," she said. "That will give us some mood lighting." 

"I'll get them," Andy said, and he made for the switch by the door. That gave Sylvia time to light the three red and green candles she'd collected in the Secret Santa exchange at work, which had been gathering dust on her dresser all week. The glow and the piney scent went perfectly with the view outside. She turned back to see Andy walking gingerly back around the bed. He was laughing nervously. 

"Are you feeling okay so far?" she asked him.

"Fine," he said. "Just nervous. Performance anxiety, I guess."

Sylvia couldn't think just what to say to that. So she said nothing. Better to show him he had nothing to be frightened of. Instead she took both his hands in hers and guided him to sit down on the bed. Then she sat alongside him and leaned in for another kiss. Not wanting to push too hard after all he had told her, she kept things fairly vanilla for the time being, rubbing his chest playfully again and again but not reaching below. His mild moans and sighs indicated that he was content with that next step. She awaited some sign from him, perhaps touching her legs or breasts, before pushing him any further. In the meantime, she enjoyed his increasingly bold kisses and his hands on her back and shoulders. 

The delightful mild petting went on for what felt like at least ten minutes to Sylvia, though she never looked at the clock. Although Andy seemed to be at ease, he never showed any sign of pushing the envelope. Sylvia concluded that she would just have to nudge him a bit. Only fair, really, when she had offered to teach him. After one final lingering round of tongue-wrestling, she pulled back just a bit. Andy withdrew his hands, and she took them both in hers. "I told you we don't bite!" she teased, and she placed his hands on her breasts, even taking care to set his thumbs over her nipples, which were now hard enough to be felt through her clothes. 

"You like that?" he asked.

"I love it," she said. "Can you feel, under your thumbs? That's because you've done such a good job so far!" She placed her hands over his, and directed his caresses. "Oh, that feels wonderful, Andy. Now you do it without me." And she removed her hands. He was a bit clumsy, pressing a bit too hard and not paying as much attention to her nipples as she would have liked, but certainly not bad for a first try. Besides, just knowing that they were Andy's hands ensured her enjoyment no matter how amateurish he was at this stage. As he gained confidence and his strokes became more pleasurable, Sylvia leaned back and propped herself up with both hands behind her on the bed, and threw her head back to savor his touch. "Feels so good," she whispered a couple of times. 

She also spread her legs, in hope that he might take the hint and make the next step himself. To help him along, Sylvia placed one hand on his thigh and leaned in for another kiss. She squeezed his thigh gently and rubbed in place, and reached ever so slightly inward with her fingers before rubbing more gently up and down his leg. The hint worked: with her breasts no longer a convenient reach for both hands, he touched her knee and drew his hand slowly but surely upward. The delightful sensation made Sylvia wish she had removed her tights, but even with the fabric in the way it felt delicious. Perhaps she could think of an artful way for him to help her off with them. 

On that thought, she opened her eyes and whispered, "Well done. That feels great."

"Want more?" he asked.

"Of course I do, but I think we need to get some things out of the way first, don't we?" Once again she took both of his hands in hers, and placed them around the top button of her blouse. 

Andy undid the button, as if unwrapping a delicate antique. Sylvia was ready to tear off both their clothes by then, but she found his ultra-gentle approach endearing and only looked down with a smile as he made his way down between her breasts, over her belly, then tugged the fabric gently out from under the waistband of her skirt to undo the last button. Sylvia had the cuffs long since undone by then, and was more than happy to dispense with the garment. She anticipated him taking a long look at her in her bra before anything else happened. But she was pleasantly surprised. He eyed her adoringly for only a moment before taking the initiative on her breasts with both hands. Sylvia voiced her approval and lay back flat on the bed while he caressed her, his technique already showing definite improvement. It did occur to her a moment too late that he wouldn't be able to undo her bra with her lying on her back; but maybe that would encourage him to explore elsewhere. Those first tentative strokes on her legs had been wonderful, and she was hungry for more.

In the meantime, Sylvia took a chance and set about unbuttoning Andy's shirt. She did it slowly enough for him to ask her to stop if he was getting uncomfortable; but evidently he wasn't, and soon his top had joined hers on the far side of the bed. Sylvia then sat up and took him in a fierce embrace, giving his hands the perfect access to her bra clasp. To her mild surprise, he had no trouble undoing it. "Well done, you!" she teased as she looked down to watch him liberate her breasts. "I doubt too many guys could do that on their own the first time."

"I've imagined it so many times it felt like I'd done it for real before," Andy explained. 

"I've imagined you doing it too," Sylvia said. There was no need for Andy to tell her he had not imagined doing it to her; that didn't matter now. 

Andy did not need her to guide his hands to her breasts this time. His touch felt twice as delightful on her naked flesh, and Sylvia allowed herself to give in to the passionate expressions she had mostly kept in check up to now. "Oh, Andy..." He leaned in to kiss her on the lips, but Sylvia had other ideas; gently she pushed his head down to her breasts. He seemed to be a faster learner with his mouth than with his hands, and soon his light sucking and licking on her nipples had her whipped into a vocal frenzy. Sylvia was enjoying it all so much that she didn't even realize how loud her responses had become until the sensation stopped and so did she. 

Sylvia opened her eyes, and saw Andy sitting up and looking a bit concerned. "Andy?" she asked. "That felt beautiful, why did you stop?"

"I thought it might be too much," he said. "You sounded so worked up there, I was afraid I might hurt you."

"Oh, Andy!" Sylvia was getting frustrated now, but she stopped herself just in time with a reminder that he had never done any of this before. She stood up, and reached out her hands to help him to his feet. "Andy," she said patiently, "When I make those noises, that's a good thing, I promise. I'm sorry, I didn't stop to think what that must sound like to someone who's never heard them before. But I assure you, what you were doing felt wonderful. You're a fast learner with these." On the word "these," she once again placed his hands on her breasts. "But I think we have a lot more to learn." On that note, she ran her hands lightly over his chest. "It's okay if you feel like making noise when I touch you too, you know. It makes me feel good to know I'm making you feel good."

"It does feel good," Andy said. Allowing his enjoyment of her touch to become more vocal now, he also slid his hands downward from her breasts and gingerly slid a few fingers inside her waistband. 

Sylvia was delighted. "Why don't you help me off with the skirt?" She reached back and unzipped it. "Don't be shy, there's nothing under there that I don't want you to see!" Andy looked delighted as well as he pushed the fabric gently down over her hips and downward. Sylvia stepped out of the pooled garment and grabbed it up off the floor, explaining how easily it would get wrinkled if left there, and laid it out on the window seat. 

Clad only in tights and panties now, Sylvia felt like a perverted ballerina, and she loved it. The look accentuated her wide hips, which sometimes made her feel chubby, but men seemed to like them. Andy was no exception, judging from the adoring glances he was now giving her. "Now," she said, slipping her arms around him once again, "The lesson is going very well, isn't it? Do you feel comfortable so far?"

"Wonderfully so," Andy whispered. "You're...beautiful, Sylvia. I'm so sorry I didn't give us a chance before." He was teasing her breasts again, and his touch was perfectly gentle now. 

"Never mind that, Andy. It was worth the wait, and what better time of year for this?" She glanced down at his jeans, and had no doubt of what was pushing its way out just behind them. The next step was up to him, but maybe he needed some more guidance. "Now, do you want to take my tights off, or shall we get these off you first?" On "these" she brushed the front of his jeans and caught a short but wonderful feel of his hard cock.

"Only seems fair for me to strip down to your level, at least," Andy said, and he reached down to undo his belt buckle. 

Sylvia was thrilled as she watched him unzip his jeans. Not wanting to push him too fast, she kept her tights on for the time being, though she was itching to be free of them. Andy, for his part, smiled but wouldn't look her in the eye as his jeans dropped to his ankles. Sylvia could see why he was once again acting shy: the poor dear was wearing tightie-whities! She hadn't seen any such thing since high school that she could recall, and she hadn't missed the sight. But any risk of making Andy uncomfortable was offset when she remembered she was wearing plain gray panties that probably wouldn't be all that attractive to him either. She had, after all, not expected this to happen today! 

Making a mental note to buy him some boxers at the first available after-Christmas sale, Sylvia stroked his almost-visible cock. One thing about tightie-whities, she admitted, they had plenty of give for a moment like this! Andy's breathing grew faster and more audible as she rubbed, though she kept the motion slow at first. Time for the next lesson. "Remember what I said about how it's okay to make noise, Andy?"

"Yesssss."

"Good! So if this feels as good as I hope it does, don't be shy. Am I pressing too hard?"

"No...a little harder is okay," Andy said, and Sylvia complied. "Yes! That's great. Ohhhhh!"

"Excellent job, Andy," she said. "Now can we get these out of the way?" She reached her fingers inside the waistband of his briefs, but didn't push down until he nodded. His rock-hard cock sprang to full attention as she slid them down past it. "Oh, Andy, that's so beautiful," she cooed, taking it gently in her hands. "Now let's lay you back..." She gave him a gentle push and he lay on his back before her, his erection pointing at the ceiling. Sylvia wanted more than ever to remove her tights and panties, which she knew were wet to the touch, but first it was time to put him a bit more at ease with this latest boundary they had knocked down. Straddling his legs, she took his cock in one hand and teased his balls gently with the other. "Now, Andy, it's your turn to teach me. How do you like to play with it?"

"Play with it?" Andy asked between husky sighs. 

"Silly boy, don't you expect me to believe you don't masturbate!" Sylvia ordered him. "I do, you know." 

"That sounds beautiful!" Andy said, but he still didn't answer her question. 

"Well, you'll be welcome to watch me do it sometime if you like," she told him. "But first, show me how you do it. That's how I'll know how to please you." She withdrew her hands and waited. 

After just a moment's hesitation, Andy wrapped his right hand around it loosely, and began rubbing his palm up and down over the head -- a technique Sylvia had seen before. She enjoyed the view in silence with the flickering of the candles dancing on his wonderful body, which writhed a bit beneath hers as he thrust his hips back and forth slightly. "Think I started doing it this way when I was about thirteen," he told her. "Maybe a bit younger, can't remember for sure. Before that I used to lie face down and hump the floor. Can't remember why I changed."

"Beautiful," Sylvia said just above a whisper, now leaning down to stroke his chest again. "Thank you for sharing that with me. Do you want to finish yourself off now?"

She hoped against hope that he would say no, and to her relief he did. "No, I want to finish what we've both started, Syl." With that he let go of himself and propped himself up on his elbows, admiring her as she had been admiring him. 

"Wonderful!" Sylvia could not hide her relief at his response. She climbed off him and stood up. "Are you ready to see all of me?"

Andy answered only with an expectant chuckle.

The moment was nothing like what Sylvia had imagined so many times alone in her bed, where she had seen him gracefully removing one layer after another in the heat of foreplay. There had been many variations, but none of them had involved her simply leaning over to pull her tights and panties off. Of course, they also hadn't involved hers being the first female body he had ever seen, and that gave her a delightful tickle as she kicked off the last of her clothes and stood nude before him. "See? Not so frightening, is it?" she asked, exulting in the first-time rush she was sure he was feeling. 

"It's the opposite of frightening," he said, and he stood up with his hands out. The cheesy line notwithstanding, Sylvia was overjoyed at his reaction and could feel the spark of his touch even before his hands landed on her breasts. "I've imagined this so many times," he whispered as he cupped one hand tenderly over her breast and ran the other down her side. If his caresses were still a bit clumsy and tentative, that only endeared her more to him, and she sighed happily as he ran his hands over her, even allowing the occasional giggle when he tickled her here and there. 

Sylvia returned the favor and reached down to rub him gently as she had watched him do to himself. "Don't be shy with your reaction," she reminded him, and he wasn't. Her light strokes were met with delicious gasps and sighs, and he reciprocated with strokes on both of her breasts that took her breath away as well. Not wanting to bring him over the edge before they even got in bed, she kept her strokes light and slow, enough to tease him pleasantly, and soon he showed no sign of apprehension, only delight. 

But there was one boundary left to cross, and after a few minutes of running their hands about one another, she realized he wasn't going to cross it himself. Emboldened as he seemed to be with her upper body, he always kept his hands above her waist. Sylvia had, of course, met other guys like that -- there seemed to be a lot, though she didn't know why -- and she had expected this would be another hurdle for Andy. It would be a fun one if she played it right, though. Gently, she took his hands in hers and squeezed them lightly. "I think you're definitely ready for the next lesson, Andy, don't you?"

"What's left to do, get in bed?"

Sylvia couldn't help laughing. "Don't play dumb with me! You know what you haven't explored yet."

"Sorry..." Andy looked sheepish, and his erection seemed to die off. 

"Don't be sorry. I know it's a lot all at once. But I promise my vagina doesn't bite, Andy."

He laughed, and looked a bit more relaxed at her use of the big word. 

Sylvia took his hands again, and placed them just inside her hips, on either side of her pubic hair triangle. "It's for you to share, just like I did with you, Andy," she said. "Go ahead, touch it!"

She was pleased to see him getting hard again as he slowly, reverently reached his right hand into her pubes. He ran his fingers through them carefully, barely touching her skin at first, then rubbing a bit harder with his fingertips only. Sylvia let him play there for a few minutes, enjoying the pleasant mild tickle and anticipating more. He never came within an inch of her clitoris and he never felt how wet she was for him, but his touch was nevertheless delightful as once again she mused that she was the first woman he'd ever touched this way. "Do you like that?" she asked when it appeared he was at a loss for what to do next. "I do. It feels wonderful to have you get to know my body like this."

"For me too," Andy said. "I'm sorry I hesitated."

"You know, you still are hesitating a little bit," she told him. Then, pointing to the headboard, she said, "Sit back on the bed, spread your legs."

Andy did as he was told. "Why?" he asked as he settled himself. 

"I told you before, I'd let you watch me masturbate," she told him. "But instead of that, I'll show you how to do it for me."

"Gee, I don't know if I can..."




The Blizzard



"That's why I'm going to show you, Andy!" Sylvia's patience was starting to run thin now, but on this beautiful snowy afternoon there was no such thing as too much patience. She sat back against his chest and took his hands in hers again. They were facing the window, and the blizzard was raging harder than ever. With only inches of visibility beyond the window, Sylvia found it utterly exhilarating to think their intimate lessons were barely yet thoroughly hidden from anyone unlucky enough to be outside. "You're right handed, aren't you?" she asked. 

When Andy confirmed that he was, Sylvia placed his left hand on her left breast. "You can use the left to play with these, then. Now, with the right, just follow my lead." She placed his right hand just above her vulva, and guided him slowly downward. Being as pent-up as she could ever recall being in her life, there was no need to hold off on playing with her clit the way she sometimes preferred. "Okay, always be gentle with this," she told him, and she pushed down slightly on his index finger so that it stroked her. Sylvia allowed her loudest groan yet at his guided touch. "Ohhhh! There! Right there, that's ground zero, Andy. Feels wonderful! Ohhhh."

By then, Andy was feeling around a bit with his other fingers -- a nice addition, Sylvia found. With the ice broken, she let go and he reached further down, between her lips and then probed the tiniest bit inside. Sylvia writhed in pleasure as he did. 

"So it's true," Andy mused.

"What, that we get wet?" Sylvia asked, barely able to catch her breath; Andy was proving to be a very good student. 

"Yeah," Andy said. "I'd heard, but never quite understood how it works."

"Just happens at the right time," Sylvia explained breathlessly. "Just like you getting hard." Then she pressed her hand back down on his. "More please!"

Andy followed her order, and his fingers frolicked all around her womanhood. He did make a few rookie mistakes, rubbing too hard here and not enough there and never quite reaching as far in as she'd have liked; but it was delightful nonetheless and Sylvia was soon writhing in his arms with wonderful sensation. His more experienced left hand did its part on her breasts, and in a matter of minutes she had treated Andy to his first female orgasm. She came rather loudly, but intentionally held back on the screams she felt like letting out; she wanted to save that for the big event. Catching her breath as the orgasm washed away, she clasped his right hand in both of hers and said, "Great job, Andy. That only took a little longer than I could have done on my own." Actually it had taken quite a bit longer, but she wanted to build up his confidence. Besides, she mused to herself, maybe having Andy's fingers in her vagina was so delightful she wanted it to last longer. 

With a satisfied sigh, Sylvia slid out of his embrace and stood up. "Time for the final exam, Andy. Stay right where you are." 

As she retreated to her closet to get a condom, it did occur to Sylvia that perhaps she should ask Andy if he was comfortable with going all the way. But she was beginning to feel a bit like a babysitter instead of a girlfriend, and he knew how to say no if he wanted. And so it was with a big smile but no words that she returned to the bed tearing open the foil wrapper. "Allow me to help you with this," she said. 

"Glad you have some," Andy said. "I don't." 

"Well, from now on you'll need a lot of them, I think!" Sylvia said with a wicked grin as she placed the condom atop his erection and rolled it carefully downward. "You're going to have to practice all you learned, you know that, don't you?"

"And I know just who to practice with," Andy agreed. 

As soon as she had the condom on, Sylvia beckoned Andy to scoot down the bed and lie flat, and then she wasted no time in straddling him and guiding him inside with both hands. To her delight, he let out an uninhibited, full throated groan as she did it; but she barely heard him over her own triumphant moan. Enveloping him inside her at last, she absolutely couldn't have released him if someone had offered her a million dollars and she was itching to begin humping him into oblivion. But she didn't start, not right away. Instead she gazed down happily at the man whose virginity she had just taken, her best friend, her secret love for months, the one who'd gotten away once but never would again, and she savored the feeling both emotional and physical. She was scarcely able to even imagine it was real after all those months of longing; even reciting the straightforward fact -- Andy's penis is in my vagina - seemed beyond possibility. 

And yet it was so!

Still mindful of ushering Andy into the world of sex gently, and also wanting to savor every wonderful moment of her triumph, Sylvia began rocking back and forth on him slowly. Much more slowly than she'd have done with most of the guys she'd been with anytime recently -- but Andy wasn't just one of the guys, and she was quite sure he never would be. No matter what happened now, she realized as she worked them both into a lather with her pushing and rocking, she would never be just another woman to him either. His first and, she hoped, his best. With that in mind, she kept it slow. They had all the time in the world with the snow blowing around outside and no one waiting for them, after all. 

Inevitably, the pace speeded up without either of them thinking as much of it. Sylvia heard Andy's breathing and groaning becoming more intense, and that made her feel all the more uninhibited. Andy got in on the act, too, and Sylvia felt his hands everywhere on her body when her eyes were closed, and watched his hands dance across her breasts, thighs and bush when they were open. It all seemed to pass in a flash, and yet to last a wonderfully long time, but of course she couldn't hold off forever. 

"Gonna cum," she managed to say.

"Do it!" Andy encouraged.

"You too!"

"Not yet. Go!"

And she did. This time she held nothing back, and ground into Andy harder than ever. When the moment had passed, she opened her eyes to see his reaction, a bit concerned that she'd have scared him again. Instead he had a serene smile and a gaze of admiration on his face. "That was beautiful," he sighed. "I can't believe we shared that."

"Now you too!" she insisted. 

"And you again?"

"I'll try!" He was nothing if not generous, but Sylvia wasn't sure if she had another one in her just then. She clamped down with all her might and rode him at her fastest pace yet, and reached down to help herself along with her fingers.

"God, that is so hot!" he said. 

"Cum with me!" she insisted. "Almost there..."

Andy closed his eyes, and Sylvia didn't know or care what he might be imagining. Whatever was on his mind, it worked, for he seemed to leap up from the bed, everywhere except where she had him pinned down, and he yelped just as loudly as she had in delightful abandon. Sylvia had little trouble following him seconds later, and soon she was a joyous heap resting on his chest, both of them motionless and him still hard and inside. 

"Oh God..."

"Sylvia...thank you."

"I love you, Andy." It needed to be said, but she braced herself for an uncomfortable pause or a disappointment. 

No need, as it turned out. "I love you too, Sylvia. Merry Christmas."

"Sweetest gift ever!"

"Yes." 

Sylvia didn't move until she felt his cock go down and slip out. Then she rolled over and curled up against him, her head on his chest, and gazed out the window. It was nearly dusk, but the snow was still visible and it was still falling hard. Sylvia pondered for a moment, had she ever known a more joyful moment than this? She couldn't think of one. 

"So beautiful," she murmured. Andy didn't answer, and she realized he was fast asleep. Within minutes she had followed his lead. 

They were both awakened by a rap at the door and Mrs. Wells' voice on the other side. "Sylvia?"

"Yes!" She sat up quickly, terrified that it had all been a dream and then delighted to see Andy really was there.

"It's time for the Christmas toast. You know we always want everybody downstairs for that!"

"Yes! Thanks, Mrs. Wells!" She had forgotten. It was now dark, she saw, and the blizzard seemed to have finally ended. "I'll be right down!"

"Could you let Andy know too?"

"Andy?" Sylvia tried to sound mystified. "Ok, I'll knock on his door."

"Of course you will, dear," Mrs. Wells said with a knowing ring to her voice. Sylvia laughed quietly to herself; Mrs. Wells had seen enough young people in and out of the house -- including her own kids -- to know the signs before anybody did, she remembered. 

As soon as she was sure Mrs. Wells had retreated downstairs, Sylvia nudged Andy, only to see he was already awake. "I've been looking forward to her eggnog," he said. 

"Let's hurry up, then!" Sylvia said, and she flipped on the light. 

"So did I pass the test?" Andy teased as they both set about getting dressed. 

"A-plus," Sylvia told him. "And here, have some extra credit." She swung her bra into place and turned her back to he could fasten it. Again to her surprise, he had no trouble doing so. "You seem to know a lot about bras for a guy who's never undone one before today," she said. 

"I told you, years of imagining," Andy said. Hastily he buttoned up his shirt and pulled his jeans on, and admired Sylvia as she buttoned up her blouse and then went to the window seat to retrieve her skirt. "Don't forget your panties," he reminded her as she pulled the skirt into place and zipped it up.

"I didn't forget them," Sylvia said, dissolving into wicked laughter. "No one will know but you."

"I like the way you think," Andy said, and he opened the door. 

Downstairs, the living room was lined with revelers from the neighborhood, friends of the Wells' who had braved the snow, and the one or two other boarders who had hung on for the holidays. As Sylvia blossomed into the room with her hair and clothes slightly the worse for wear, she got a naughty kick out of knowing she and Andy undoubtedly had that just-had-sex smell about them. She would have to explain that to Andy one of these days, of course; but not tonight. Let him be blissfully unaware that he was exuding a sense of today being his lucky day! 

"Sylvia! Andy!" Mrs. Wells called from across the room. "Come and get it!" Soon they were sipping eggnog and mingling with the neighbors they barely knew, making small talk, but Sylvia couldn't have said whether or not it was boring. She was too busy marveling at what a wonderful day it had been. There were many a hug and a handshake and a toast, and they talked late into the evening. The final hour or so saw Andy sitting on the floor before the couch at Sylvia's feet, where they both knew he could look up her skirt any time he wanted and be welcome to the view.

When the last drinks were finished and the last guests were off to brave the snow, Sylvia and Andy were still much too energized to go back upstairs just yet. And so, over Mrs. Wells' friendly objections, they helped her wash the dishes while Mr. Wells tended to the living room. "You kids really don't need to do this, you know," she assured them. 

"Oh, sure we do, Mrs. Wells," Andy insisted. "You do so much for us to make sure this place is really home."

"And everybody should have that this time of year," Sylvia added. 

"You're both too sweet," Mrs. Wells replied. When Sylvia handed her a stack of dry dishes to put away, the older woman sniffed the air and gave her a woman to woman look. Sylvia felt her face flush, but she was still too blissfully happy to be embarrassed. 

Once Andy had washed the last of the plates, Mrs. Wells put her foot down. "You've both been wonderful. Now please go get some rest and let me finish up!"

"If you insist, Mrs. Wells," Sylvia said. 

"Merry Christmas," Andy added, and they both took turns hugging her good night. 

As soon as Sylvia and Andy were off up the stairs, Mrs. Wells set her dish towel down and turned out the kitchen light. It was hardly fair that those two should be the only ones to make such good use of the season and the weather after all. She stepped out into the living room, where Mr. Wells was busy folding the card table with his back turned to her. 

After a look to be certain the curtains were drawn, Mrs. Wells stepped back into the kitchen, where she reached back and unclasped her dress and hastily slid it off. Stepping back into the living room with its myriad Christmas lights blinking everywhere in the otherwise darkened space, she stepped up behind her husband. "Eddie?" she asked. "Turn around."



The Blizzard



Ted and Margaret please write again.

Story synopsis.

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A young very happily married mother is travelling up to Scotland on Xmas Eve to spend the holiday with her husband and child at her husband's parent's home. Her husband has the whole of the lead up week off work but she can only get away at midday on Xmas eve. Because his folks tend to see very little of their grandchild he has travelled up some days earlier. The weather is cold but clear when she sets off but almost immediately a bad blizzard starts and persists for the whole of her journey. In the summer, in her fast two seater sports car she can make the 200 mile trip in a little over three hours but due to the snow, after a solid six hours she is still twenty miles from her destination and is worried about her remaining fuel. 

When she gets onto the lesser travelled Scottish roads, it becomes far worse until she is in third place in a slow moving convoy of five vehicles headed by a large four wheel drive estate. At one point the second car gives up and pulls into a hotel and soon after she can see the lights of only one vehicle behind her. At one point the lead car is forced to stop to clear a blockage before managing to continue but the only other remaining car decides to turn round at that point. Some fifteen minutes late there is a massive drift completely blocking further progress and by now there is no possibility of retreat either. 

Realising the situation, the other driver walks back and asks how well she is supplied with survival gear and supplies but she has nothing apart from a couple of boxes of chocolates intended as gifts. The other driver is ex service with survival training and he realises her inadequate situation so he points out that they are in a dead zone for mobiles and may be isolated for up to three days and suggests that she join him in his much larger and better equipped vehicle. She is hesitant about going off with the stranger but something about him inspires trust and she follows him to his vehicle. 

It will eventually turn out that he is on the run and has equipped himself for living rough. Essentially he has a large sleeping bag, a camping stove and a good supply of candles. He persuades her to sleep naked when she joins him in the sleeping bag and although it all starts off very decorously with their backs to each other, they end up having sex and, having once started, they continue messing around for the next three days. In fact they have nothing else to do except talk, eat, sleep and screw. 

When rescue is imminent, he slips away during another snowstorm but when safe she tells the rescuers about the man who saved her life and when reunited with her husband, he was eager to believe that nothing improper happened between her and the good Samaritan. Unfortunately a couple of days later the story breaks that then man is a murderer. With this knowledge her husband renews his questioning and she eventually confesses everything that took place. 

The Blizzard.

At midday on Xmas Eve of the eighth year of a wonderful marriage, I set off for Scotland to spend the festive season with my husband and four-year old son at the home of his parents. Clive had a very well paid job as an engineer and I had employment that I really enjoyed in PR, so we were comfortably off financially. Due to the many hours overtime that he put in over the year my husband had been able to stop work three days before the holiday where I had to continue working until almost the last minute, so as his folks saw relatively little of their grandson, we decided that Clive would take Brian up there at the first opportunity in his company car and I would follow three days later in my Subaru. That two-seater was an undoubted indulgence but it gave me a great deal of pleasure. It was not exactly financed by the company, but because it undoubtedly enhanced my corporate image, I received and allowance on top of my salary towards it.

Although I had indulged in fairly casual sex play with others, I took some pride in the fact that I only had full sex with half a dozen guys before I met Clive and that was far less than most of my female friends. Even more significant is the fact that with each of them I did it at least twelve times. This reflects the fact that I would go all the way only with someone I had feelings for. I really like sex but I do believe that it should always be done as part of something else.

The weather was clear but very cold when I started and there was little on my mind except anticipating pleasures waiting in the days ahead. My journey was a little over 200 miles but I had made the same trip a couple of times in the summer time and did it in just over three hours both times. The car is really fast when pushed and I'm not afraid of breaking speed limits occasionally. Unfortunately for my plans, I had only been travelling for only about twenty minutes when it started to snow, not just a flurry, this was seriously thick snow and it was to persevere for the rest of my journey. Something that I have noticed over the years is the way that adverse weather, particularly snow brings out two radically opposite kinds of bad driver. The first suicidal kind takes the conditions as a challenge to even push their normal limits and the second type would only be really happy with a man carrying a red flag to walk in front of their vehicle. In such poor visibility it was a nerve wracking business daring to pass barely moving cars ahead with danger of some kamikaze merchant coming hurtling up from behind.

So much for my hopes of a three hour trip, after over six hours of solid driving I was still twenty miles short of my destination and by now I had left the motorways for the lesser roads beyond. Another two hours should see me there as long as the road stayed open. As far as I could make out I was in the middle of a six vehicle convoy. In the lead was what I thought was a gritting lorry. I suspected that it was returning to base but even if it had already spread its load there was some reassurance being behind a vehicle specifically designed for the weather. In second place was a large 4x4 estate, a smaller car followed him, I came next and I thought I could see the lights of two others following in my wake. A handful of miles further on, to my great disappointment, the lorry turned off and a bit further on car number three decided that discretion was the better part of valour and turned into a hotel. I think we lost number five at the same time. I would have perhaps been wise to grasp the same option but by now I was feeling too close to give up.

After a handful more miles making slow progress, the lead vehicle halted and the driver got out. From his silhouette he seemed both very tall and broadly built. After surveying the road in front of his wheels he removed a shovel from the trunk and proceeded to spend five minutes energetically clearing a path through the heaped snow. I took the opportunity to pour myself the remaining contents of my thermos flask. Eventually the leader proceeded and quickly disappeared from sight. When I reached the same choke point I had some difficulty maintaining traction but was soon very thankfully moving easily on the downward slope. It was only when I reached the bottom of the hill that I noticed that there were no longer headlights behind me and assumed that the third member of our trio must have also called it a day.

Less than two miles further on the other car again halted but this time after getting out to survey the road ahead he made no further recourse to his shovel. Instead he produced a powerful torch and shone it towards me before starting to stride purposefully in my direction. He seemed to be at least 6' 5" in height. On automatic reaction I operated the central locking and then lowered the window a couple of inches as he drew close. "There's a massive drift blocking the road ahead so we are going nowhere forward today," he announced. "By now I doubt if we can get back the way we came so we're going to be stuck here, possibly for a number of days. You might be better off coming in with me."

My natural distrust of strangers taking control, I replied politely, "I'm all right, thank you very much."

"That's completely up to you lady," he said shortly with a touch of either anger or impatience, "I have no intention of dying here but you stand a very good chance of doing so if you stay by yourself. What have you got in the way of supplies, food and drink?" 

"I've got a bottle and a half of water and two big boxes of chocolates but they're in the boot," I told him.

"Petrol?"

"Very low."

"Well I've got plenty of everything and I've had good survival training so I can guarantee to keep you both fed and warm, no matter how long we are stuck here," my would be rescuer informed me. "I've got no desire to take responsibility for you but I can't just stand by and watch you perish."

The stranger spoke well moderated immaculate English and that fact immeasurably increased my trust level, (which is ironic considering the fact of the current vogue for American films with a villain speaking in an impeccable English accent.) "I will come with you," I said. 

Part of my reluctance to change locations was being unwilling to exchange my car's presently warm interior for the harshness of the exterior elements, even temporarily. My rescuer was wearing big heavy boots and his clothing and hood offered full protection from the weather, so much so that he wouldn't have looked out of place hiking across the arctic. In contract I always drove in flimsy slip on shoes and my top coat was a small fashionable effort As I released the locks and started to open my door, he instructed, "Bring the water but we can come back for the chocolates later if needed," then, having scanned the interior with his torch, he added, "And bring that thermos."

I told him that the flask was empty but he said to bring it anyway. Taking a deep breath I turned off the engine and stepped out, to find myself up to the knees in snow, upon which he stepped back allowing me to precede him, thoughtfully illuminating the track ahead of me. Carrying my burdens I set off but was finding it such heavy slow going that half way there he stepped forward and scooped me up in his arms and effortlessly carried me the rest of the way to his vehicle. Putting me down by the rear door of his estate, he ordered, "Get those wet jeans off. There's a blanket on the back seat that you can wrap round your legs. While you're going that, I'm going to make a wall of snow round the exhaust to prevent it becoming blocked." 

By the time that the man in charge had completed his self appointed task, I had removed my trousers as instructed and was sitting on the back seat with legs tucked up in front and the thick blanket wrapped comfortingly round me. Before getting into the driving seat he slipped off his upper garment and shook it roughly free of snow then rolled it efficiently into a tube and placed it carefully in the foot well. Finally, grinning over his shoulder at he said cheerfully, "What we both need now is a nice hot cup of coffee."

The smile made his face look pleasant. He could never be described as handsome but his hard weather beaten features could easily be referred to as 'ruggedly good looking'. I smiled back but could think of nothing to say so I just watched as he removed a camping stove and small kettle from the glove compartment and started to warm water for a drink. "At the moment I still have a carton of fresh milk but after that we'll be stuck with the powdered stuff." he informed me. "I'm Geoff by the way, that's spelt with a G" he added, a smile again splitting his face.

"Joanne but everybody calls me Jo," I reciprocated and we went through the motions of saying Hello without going so far as to shake hands.

With coffee made in two mugs, Geoff placed them carefully on the dashboard before suggesting that I should climb into the passenger seat, pointing out that I would feel a lot warmer closer to the air duct. 

I was in a bit of a dilemma. I wanted the extra heat but it is hard climbing over the backs of seats elegantly in the best of circumstances, virtually impossible when all I had covering my modesty was that wrapped round blanket. I wished that I had dressed in sensible knickers but that morning, when slipping on the flimsy nothing panties that I had decided to wear, I happily anticipated my husband's pleasure removing them that night. I scrambled over, well aware that I had given him a pretty decent flash. Ever the gentleman, Geoff's face remaining impassive and only his eyes giving hint of appreciation.

Handing me my mug he said cheerfully, "When we've drunk this I'll see about doing us something to eat. I've got a selection of official British army 24 hour iron ration packs, a section of dried soups, coffee and sugar together with a few tins, mainly meat. We certainly won't be going hungry but is there anything you fancy."

"I am peckish but I'll leave it up to you." I told him. "Are you in the army?"

"I was," he said simply, without any further expansion."

"Is that where you did your survival training?"

He nodded. "I've been in both the arctic and Antarctic and also been tested in both desert and jungle environments." 

I couldn't think of a follow up question and Geoff filled the conversation gap by asking if I was married. I told him I was and also described both Clive and my son but for some reason, without actually lying, I made my marriage sound more idyllic and perfect than it really was. Having spoken I immediately felt a little ashamed at my unnecessary exaggeration and I felt a lot worse when I turned the question back on him." Like you I was very happily married but I lost my wife," he said quietly.

"Did she die? I said. I assumed that that must be the explanation because I couldn't see any reason for her to leave him."

"She was murdered. Raped and murdered," Geoff said reluctantly

"That's terrible. 'I'm terribly sorry. Did they catch the person responsible?" 

"They knew who did it but he got acquitted on a legal technicality." 

"You mean that he's been released to do it to some other poor woman," I gasped shocked.

Geoff's jaw tightened and I saw an echo of past anger flit across his face as he said tersely, "He's dead."

Something about the way that he said those two words choked off the flood of questions I had poised ready to come out. Although still very curious, I was uneasy with this information and to my relief, after a pause, Geoff changed the subject by saying, "I'm going to do something simple for us to eat, basically corned beef and baked beans if that's OK with you. In future I'll try to do the cooking in daylight because I don't want to waste the torch batteries." 

Some fifteen minutes later we were tucking in with our meal illuminated by a couple of candles on the dashboard. I was surprised to find out how hungry I was. After the stress of the day it was nice to relax and we passed some time in inconsequential conversation before Geoff cleared his throat and said, "I've now got to mention something rather awkward, two things actually. The first is sleeping arrangements We cant keep the engine running continually for heat so we ought to sleep as much as possible I've got a good sleeping bag. It's only a single but quite generously sized, so you should fit in there too if you're willing. If we lie with our backs to each other all proprieties can be observed. "

I had already decided that this was a man who would not take advantage of me so I gave a little laugh and said, "I'd rather be a bit jammed in and warm rather than by myself and feeling cold."

Over the years I had heard of a handful of occasions when, due to a booking mistake, unrelated colleagues of opposite genders had been forced to share a hotel bed. In every example the two involved had vehemently maintained that nothing untoward had taken place but when the news got around, this denial was invariable taken with a large pinch of salt and I admit that I was as sceptical as the rest. It seems that it is human nature to always believe the worst or is it simply the universal knowledge that human nature finds unlimited opportunity almost impossible to resist. Well I intended to be the excerption that proved the rule.

To my mind, my answer to Geoff had settled the matter but he still had an embarrassed look on his face. After just a moment I gave him a quizzical look, upon which he blurted out, "Look, this sleeping bag is scientifically design to give most benefit if the occupant is naked, that's how I intend to sleep but what you do is entirely up to you."

I had a decision to make but that still left the quandary of who should go first. My rescuer immediately solved that problem by volunteering, "It may be best if I start the ball rolling, if you want to look away while I strip off." I nodded my agreement. All that had been arranged quite formally but Geoff altered the mood by grinning and adding, "No peeping – promise." 

I nodded but didn't actually promise, before turning my back and listening to the sound of him discarding his garments. Of course I did peep, I think any woman would in that situation. My sideways glance happened at the optimum moment because I caught him completely naked, just as he crouched to slip inside the sleeping bag. His muscled physique was lean and hard without an ounce of spare flesh on him but I was rather shocked to see many nasty looking white scars on his back and legs. I only got a quick glimpse at his penis but decided that it was exactly what I would have expected on such a big man.

"Your turn," Geoff called out and that reminded me that I still had to decide my attire for the night. It took just a moment to decide that I would go with the scientific argument, reasoning that as long as I retained bra and panties my modesty would be sufficiently protected. Well that was my decision until the last moment when on impulse I removed those garments as well. It seemed pointless not to. While disrobing I had kept a beady eye on my prone companion but he played the perfect gentleman without even the slightest peek. Perhaps I felt a little disappointed. 

Taking care to avoid bodily contact as I did so, I carefully slid down into the sleeping bag. Once in place I tuned my back on my close quarters sleeping companion and muttered a polite goodnight. Geoff reached out to extinguish the candle and it was only when he relaxed back for the night that I realised a major problem. Although I was warm all over, Geoff had been sitting with his back nearest to the side of the car which was bearing the brunt of the storm. In consequently his buttocks were icy cold and I could feel the heat being drained out of me. 

"This isn't going to work," I told him, "You've either got to move further away or roll over, at the moment it's like cuddling a block of ice." The moment that it left my mouth, I regretted having used the word 'cuddle'. 

Geoff was contrite and immediately manoeuvred to reverse his position. Feeling warm and safe I began to drift off to sleep and one of the thoughts that drifted through my head was what my loving husband would think, if he knew I was lying naked with less than a couple of inches separating me from a rugged naked man. That thought triggered me back to consciousness as I realised that I hadn't thought of Clive once since stepping out of my Subaru. Then I had imagined his reaction when police informed him that I had perished in the snow.

Once more sleep started to reclaim me until I became aware that something hard was digging into me. It didn't take long to realise that Geoff had an erection. My first reaction was amusement, I could hardly blame him. 'Men are such simple creatures,' I thought with some condescension until realising that I had become more than I little moist myself. I didn't feel at all guilty about these signs of arousal, knowing that it was simply genetic programming coming into action. It was a quick thrill but I was a happily married woman and that was a far as it was going to go. Reaching back, I took hold of his stiff penis and moved it quickly between my buttocks, telling him very firmly, "Don't get any ideas, I just know I won't get a moments sleep with that thing digging in my back all night."




The Blizzard



Geoff murmured "Sorry," but didn't move away. I don't think he could and I quickly realised that this was less than an ideal situation. His erect cock was now between my legs and although not actually touching, the head had to be less than an inch from my pussy. I could certainly feel the heat radiating from it.

Up until that moment it was all about survival and making the best of it but suddenly I realised I was in a potentially sexual situation. Ever since Clive and I met I'd never once considered cheating on him. I'm not saying that I didn't notice exceptionally good looking men or fail to appreciate a chiselled torso when guys took off their shirts, but I'd never once felt any tremor of desire. OK, trying to be completely honest I have indulged in the occasion fantasy but everybody in entitled to those.

This was different. I was completely naked and sharing a very constricted space with the equally naked muscled physique of a complete stranger, a naked stranger whose large rampant cock was only centimetres away from my vulnerable cunt. Suddenly it felt as if every nerve ending in my body had chosen to migrate to the area of my vulva. I realised that I was trembling all over but managed to control that by concentrating on turning my heavy breathing into more of a sleep pattern. "I love my husband, I love my husband," I repeated as a mantra in my head, as I waited for sleep to protect me from temptation.

Sleep would not come but at first I thought that Geoff had succumbed far easier than I, until I realised that his breathing pattern had the same artificiality as my own. A few moments before I had become aware of moisture between my legs and tried to dismiss it as having no relevance. Now that I knew Geoff was still awake and undoubtedly struggling with the same thoughts as I, that slight moisture became a definite wetness, a wetness that might easily turn into a flood. 

I'm not sure how long we lay there fighting to control our mutual desire. I could feel the tension, both my own and that radiating from him. The only way I could control my runaway libido was to try to keep an image of my loving trusting husband in front of my eyes. Suddenly Geoff coughed then moved as if in sleep but effectively brought his organ even closer to my wet slit. I'm not sure whether we actually touched or not but if not the distance separating our hot flesh was less than a cigarette paper thickness.

Determined not to show any response to his action, I lay there hardly daring to breath. I tried to swallow but found that my throat was extremely parched. Only a little distance away from the top of the sleeping bag, I knew there was an almost full bottle of water and calculated that I could creep out to grasp the water and be back in the warm within less than thirty seconds. I didn't move and much later, analysing, I realised that this had been the moment of truth, a truth which invalidated all my subsequent excuses for my behaviour. The reason that I had deliberately forgone refreshment was that I knew leaving the refuge of the sleeping bag would break the spell and allow more rational minds to take charge. 

It was as if I had suddenly acquired a split personality. On the one hand there was the loyal wife head, willing to fight to preserve the fidelity that my loving husband deserved and on the other, a primeval female head urging me to let instinct take control. Genetic urges were definitely winning. All I could think about was what that hot cock would feel like inside me; the huge cock of a man that I didn't know existed little more than two scant hours before. Maybe I just wanted to reward him for saving my life, reward him in a way that only a woman can. The validity of that is somewhat tarnished by the fact that I was to go on rewarding him, time and time again.

Taking a deep breath, I moved my hips away from him, as far as I could. My married head cheered this as sign of resistance but deep down I knew that I was simply creating a better angle if Geoff decided to thrust himself into me. Next moment he almost did. Accompanied by a contrived snore, Geoff moved his body forward, recapturing lost ground and finishing with the broad head of his penis pressing hard against the lips of my vulva. Had I been dry there it would have stayed, but I was far from dry. I think that both my benefactor and I knew that the result of that pressure was inevitable but neither of us made the slightest move to hurry events. 

I think that those moments waiting for the penetration were the longest of my life. My husband's thinner weapon would have slipped in far more quickly but Geoff's girth needed to make space in which to go. Suddenly there was a breakthrough and he penetrated for about half his length but there was a long pause of well over a minute with neither of us moving, still feigning sleep, before it slowly slid in the rest of the way. I had never felt so full, even using the large dildo that my husband I played with occasionally. Again there was a long pause before he started moving and then only slowly. I quickly picked up on his rhythm and started pushing myself back at him to meet every thrust. After about ten minutes with no real increase in speed Geoff suddenly stopped and made a noise which sounded like a mixture of a loud bellow and a deep seated moan. At the same moment, as if a hose pipe had been stuck up my vagina, I felt a tidal wave of hot semen flooding throughout my loins in a succession of jets that at one point seemed unending.

I think that the experience took both of our breaths away because neither of us either spoke or moved for so long that, to ease the awkwardness I was beginning to feel, I said lightly, "Somebody's been saving up."

"Almost two years, not since before..."

The catch in his voice at the end of the sentence made me realise that it was not since his wife, so I involuntarily fumbled behind me to find his hand and squeezed it. 

We lay not speaking, both I think concentrating on our genital areas as his wonderful cock gradually shrunk and then slipped out of me. I was floating in a glow of satisfied contentment until Geoff spoiled the moment by apologising. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that and I'm sorry," he murmured, "I thought I had more self control but it's been so long."

"It's not your fault," I reassured him, "I wanted it just as much as you, I would have stopped you otherwise. I'm so glad that I didn't because it was fantastic, possibly the best sex of my life."

Geoff acknowledged my words by running a finger lightly down my back but otherwise didn't say anything more. It was not long into the ensuing silence that I realised that I had a problem in that his copious ejaculation had started to leak out of me and I knew that by morning I would be lying in a large wet patch, probably ruining the thermal quality of his sleeping bag in the process. I had always prided myself on my knack for improvisation, so now I reached out to retrieve my discarded panties which I quickly placed between my legs, pushing some up inside my vagina to form a rudimentary plug. 

That simple action brought the sordid side of sex to the fore and I waited for the guilt trip to begin. My action had just ensured that I would spend the night, full to the brim with another man's cum. What greater betrayal could there be, especially given my poor loyal husband's overwhelming sense of sexual insecurity. And yet I felt not one tiny iota of regret. The situation was completely out of the normal run of life and therefore, (I told myself) normal rules didn't apply. It verged on the perennial question, 'What would you choose to do if you knew that the world was going to end in the next fifteen minutes?' This was not much different in that, if we weren't rescued we could still easily perish within just a few days. The bottom line question, had I maintained fidelity to my marriage, how would I feel queuing outside the pearly gates two days hence, knowing that I had missed out on such a marvellous experience. 

So my conscience was clear, I felt content, drifting in a warm sea of satisfaction. Only one thing was lacking and Geoff solved that with the urgent words, "I need to fuck you again, my dick is so stiff that it hurts."

I signalled my acquiescence by quickly squirming myself over on to my back and saying, "I want it face to face this time with you on top of me."

Geoff was half way through the tricky manoeuvre of getting into position when I had a sudden thought and advised, "You better get a towel or something or else we are going to ruin your sleeping bag."

Seeing the sense of this and showing only slight reluctance, my new friend temporarily abandoned the warmth and the temptation of my open thighs, to scramble out and fulfil my request before hurriedly returning. I took the opportunity of his short absence to retrieve my sodden knickers and quickly push them outside the bag. That quick foray into the cold interior of the vehicle had slightly wilted the stiffness of his cock but my exploring fingers quickly restored rigidity. The fingers of my left hand discovered warm plums like testicles whilst I found that the fingers of my right couldn't touch when grasping his shaft. "You've got a wonderful cock, how long is it?" I had to enquire.

"Eight and a half inches," he said factually and then after a pause asked, "Is it bigger than your husbands?"

"A bit, about an inch and half longer," I said, for some reason feeling the need to flatter Clive's actual endowment by more than an inch. 

As I lay there after the first session, when the first twinges of guilt were trying to insinuate my mind, I reasoned that what had just happened was meaningless, there had been no kissing or affection involved so it was just an animal act performed by strangers to gain mutual physical comfort in a nasty situation. Unfortunately that logic didn't hold true for the next time because we were enthusiastically swapping saliva and sucking tongues right from the start. The second session was different but I can't honestly say it was better. Even though the first time was wonderful, I don't think that I managed to cum except perhaps during the time that he was depositing those millions of sperms inside me. This time there were orgasms aplenty with another one starting as the previous one ended. It was total energy, fast and furious, with his sweat mixing with my sweat making disgusting squelchy noise as we fucked. (I know I should only admit to perspiring gently but I am trying to write a true account.) 

We continued to copulate intermittently right through the night, with periods of dozing between sessions, and I think the first glimmers of dawn were beginning to show before I fell asleep properly. 

When wakened the next morning we did of course need to do it again before abandoning the cosy warmth of our love nest.

As we sat relaxing with mugs of freshly brewed coffee, my mind went back to what had happened to his wife and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "I can't understand how they can possibly let a man go when they know for certain that he killed someone."

"It was all my fault," Geoff admitted, going on to quietly explain, "This guy had been bothering Lorraine for a while, it started with him trying to blackmail her for sex and when she called his bluff he started to stalk her in different ways and on more that one occasion we thought he'd actually been inside the house. This usually happened when I was away. Anyway, I found out who he was and had a quiet word with him. I thought that had done the trick but it had the opposite effect."

At that point Geoff choked up and I waited in silence for him until he regained his composure and continued, "After the murder I went to the police and told them about the guy. They didn't want to know so I broke into his house and discovered conclusive evidence that it was him. That was enough to get him put on trial but then his defence lawyer successfully argued that the evidence I found should be ruled inadmissible due to the fact that I got it illegally. There was no other DNA and with nothing else to connect him the jury found him not guilty." 

I love my husband so much that I would give my life his without a moment's hesitation and that is quite separate from what occurred within the confines of that 4 x4 over those three days. Lest I seem to enthuse about my temporary lover's body and sexual abilities I should perhaps set the record straight. Clive my lovely husband has always been a one shot merchant or at least needing several hours of recovery before wanting seconds but that gives a very misleading picture. A lovemaking session with him never lasts less than a couple of hours, with most of that time spent by him devotedly giving me sensual pleasure all over my body. He kept me so satisfied that I had never even fantasised about being unfaithful and but for the advent of the blizzard I would have been content with his tender loving for the rest of my life.

That first morning snowbound in that vehicle established a pattern which was to continue for the next three days. At this point I think I should touch on more mundane matters to give the full picture, specifically the problem with urinating. The answer for him was simply using an empty plastic bottle but he had to find a funnel before I could relieve myself the same way. That first morning we both tried to afford the other some privacy during this operation but soon we both watched the other performing with interest and a couple of times I actually held his perfect penis poised in position as he pissed in the pot. It amazes me to think that in those few days with Geoff, I managed to lose all sense of modesty in a way that I had never quite been able to manage in eight years of marriage.

For other toilet needs, with my feet pushed into his large boots and part of his weather wear clutched around me, I used to venture outside to squat over a rudimentary latrine that Geoff had dug in the snow. Bodily necessities taken care of, a first task was cleaning ourselves using water which was left heating while we were sipping our first coffee of the day. We washed face and hands, with particular attention to genital hygiene, but left our bodies dry on his advice, because the cooling effect of evaporation was likely to cost more body heat than we could afford. 

We chatted at lot but I cannot now remember what we talked about. Geoff said very little about himself and although I was happy to enthuse at length about my small son, I had no wish for my unaware husband to be a topic of conversation. Strangely, I found myself telling Geoff details of my early sexual life that I had never felt able to divulge to Clive. 

False modesty aside, I do have rather nice tits and Geoff loved both fondling and gazing at them. Unfortunately, outside of the sleeping bag, most of the time it was too cold to go naked so I wore one of my lover's woollen jumpers. This was very baggy on me, stretching down below my knees, so although my wet cunt was concealed it remained conveniently accessible. (To keep my feet and lower legs warn, he also loaned me a pair of his long thermal socks). At times, just after we had been cooking and with the car engine ticking over, the interior heated to a pleasant temperature and at such moments I would slip the garment off and wrap it round me so that my breasts were on display, with my pert, proud pink nipples perking prettily for his visual pleasure. It has always amused me to see the effect that mammary glands have on most men.

There were times between sex sessions when Geoff's flaccid but still wonderful cock lay coiled on his thigh looking just like a sleeping snake and I used to love teasing it awake again with the tip of my tongue. I loved holding the bulbous head in my mouth and feeling it throbbing but that act prompted one of my few twinges of guilt because although I had done the same thing with my husband countless times over the years, it had always been for his pleasure not my own.

We had sex one hell of a lot. Some times it was triggered by a look, sometimes a touch but often just a spontaneous unspoken mutual accord. For reclining full length we climbed in the back and lay on top of the sleeping bag, this mainly for missionary and occasionally doggie style, but that tended to be the coldest part of the vehicle so we preferred doing it elsewhere. We managed several different positions on the front seats but that could sometimes require a great deal of both agility and ingenuity, especially having to take Geoff's long legs into consideration. My diaphragm was safely packed in the bottom of my suitcase awaiting me at mys home but I seldom gave it more that a passing thought.

One of my favourite positions outside the sleeping bag was Geoff sitting in the passenger seat with me sitting on his lap also facing forward and with his big cock lodged right up inside me. We didn't actually do much movement but he kept twitching his penis while I used my vaginal muscles to squeeze his throbbing organ. In that position, Geoff was ideally placed to reach round and tease my eager nipples. Another variation had him in the same position but with me crouched in the foot well giving him oral. This was a sexual activity that my lover didn't reciprocate and I was rather glad because this was my husband's real area of expertise and I didn't want Geoff to be better than him at that as well. 

Apart from carnal pleasures our great preoccupation was with food, with a great deal of planning before each meal to make the differing ingredients both appetising and varied. The actual cooking needed a lot of organising as we were limited to that single camping stove and a candle power hot plate of the kind usually seen at dinner parties where they are used to keep dishes warm. For breakfast we had porridge made with oatmeal and water, Geoff ate his with salt where I preferred a sprinkling of sugar. Lunch was usually soup of the packet variety but we made greater effort in the late afternoon when the more substantial meal was built round some kind of tinned meat. 

Those days of sexual abandon did not seem real, more like a dream, admittedly raunchy, but one from which I would eventually awake. I knew it must end but I didn't know when or how. The heavy snow stopped and only returned in short sessions but at any time over that period there always seemed to be snowflakes in the air though few and far between. In view of our unchanging surroundings, I felt confident that our isolation would last for a few more days. 

On the morning of the fourth day the sequence of our activities had become routine, sex before rising, after which Geoff would get up and start the car engine to warm the interior, then make coffee before I crept out of the sleeping bag. Where on the first morning Geoff had tactfully gone outside while I emerged, now he blatantly watched as I crept out naked and unashamed, to don my garments in leisurely manner under his admiring gaze. 

After ablutions and tidying up the sleeping compartment, we enjoyed breakfast and then, with our second coffee of the morning of the morning, we settled to drink it in the front seats. It was just before 10a.m. in a drastic deviation from the norm, we heard sound of a helicopter in the distance. Unfortunately, due to the still snow coated windows, other than part of the windscreen and near side, as it drew close we were unable to tell where it was until with a roar it passed directly over head, heading roughly in the direction of the road we had been travelling. I realised that at the first sound we should have been out of the vehicle waving to attract attention but it was already too late unless it happened to return this way.

Once it was obvious that that police helicopter was not going to stop, I rather lost interest in it but Geoff watched it intently until it disappeared from sight. Putting a brave face on it, I said cheerfully that we might be rescued soon but Geoff was doubtful, stating his opinion that they were not even looking.




The Blizzard



The incident burst the bubble of unreality and also destroyed the mood that had pertained so far. Right from the start it had been the stranger's supreme confidence which had done much to reassure me but now he seemed unsure, anxiously scanning the surroundings (although he would have claimed that he was merely being vigilant).

Approaching midday it started to snow again and by the time we had eaten lunch it was coming down heavily, with this fact noticeably increasing my companion's unease. Suddenly reaching a decision, Geoff announced, "I'm going to go for help, at least far enough from this spot for my mobile to work."

"Why now?" I didn't see that the situation had changed."

"Because I don't think the people in charge expect to find anybody still alive trapped in cars. If they had been looking, the guys in the helicopter would have flying alongside of the road instead of right on top of it. If this new snow is as bad as the last lot we could be in real trouble; we've got supplies for a few more days but what if we're still here in a week. I know for sure that the petrol won't last that long and we are also getting low on the camping gas."

Despite my protests Geoff's mind was made up but I could tell that he had something more to say and the need to do so was embarrassing him. At my prompting he reluctantly admitted that we would need to split supplies. "I'll leave most of the food for you because there's a limit to what I can carry but I will need to take three vital items, the sleeping bag, the camping stove and the torch. If they don't come for you today it will be tomorrow for certain, so that only leaves tonight for you to get through alone. If you wrap up well in the blankets and keep the engine running there should be enough petrol left to get you through to tomorrow."

Less than an hour later with his huge backpack and wearing a pair of proper mesh bottomed snow shoes that he had dug out from somewhere, without ceremony or even a farewell kiss, Geoff set out looking every bit like Nanook of the North. Feeling suddenly terribly lonely, I watched him apprehensively until he disappeared from sight. He had left a gadget which consisted of a metal plate which if heated by four night light type candles was sufficient to warm either water or soup but it wasn't a quick affair. For the first half hour after his departure I kept occupied making a coffee but then I wrapped myself in blankets and turned off the engine. I had developed a sudden fear that the fuel would run out during the night.

While it was still daylight I was reluctant to burn candles, so the lack of those flames and the contribution of Geoff's body heat within the capsule of the vehicle, it soon started to feel very cold. I huddled there for quite a long time feeling very frightened and dreading the night. When it got near to 3 p.m., I realised that I should start heating some soup before I lost the light but put this off for several minutes, reluctant to squander the little heat that I had managed to accumulate. Then suddenly, without of any warning, there was the roar of a helicopters engine directly overhead and sounding very low. Almost immediately the car door was wrenched open, I was lifted bodily out of my seat, efficiently wrapped in some silver thermal sheeting and carried quickly to the helicopter. 

Some medics took care of me as we flew, performing routine tests upon me. I had had managed to let myself get so chilled that my behaviour and body temperature were similar to those of a genuine hypothermia victim and that is how they treated me. Maybe it was the relief of being rescued or perhaps just the fact of feeling warm again but I remember very little of the flight to hospital, although I could recall someone telling me that it would take twenty minutes. I didn't fully recover my senses until I was tucked up in a hospital bed with concerned nurses bustling round me but after exchanging only a few sentences with one of them I promptly drifted off to sleep again. 

I was woken some time later being gently shaken by s smiling nurse who informed me that there was someone special to see me. Illogically I immediately assumed it would be Geoff. I found out later that when informing the rescue services about me he had been able to give then my precise map coordinates. In my still befuddled state I rationalised that as he had managed to get me rescued, he had undoubtedly been rescued himself, brought to the same hospital and had popped in to see me at the first opportunity. Imagine my shock when it was my loving husband who walked in, a massive bunch of flowers in one hand and a smile splitting his face. Unfortunately I did not react quickly enough and I saw his smile falter as he read the disappointment in my eyes. 

That unfortunate moment lasted only a split second but then he was smothering my face with kisses and I was eagerly kissing him back, with my arms wrapped tightly round his neck. "I was so worried, I thought I had lost you," he mumbled and the tremor in his voice as he spoke gave me some hint of the despair he had experienced.

I knew that there would be questions to answer but I wasn't yet prepared. I desperately needed time to decide how much or how little I could reveal about what happened during my time trapped in the snow covered SUV. I used the excuse of sleepiness to field his initial tentative queries with the vague promise tell 'tell him everything' later. The tiredness wasn't really pretence because although Geoff and I had both dozed for part of the time every day during those days alone, in the close confines of the sleeping bag we had got little real sleep. It was if the touch of bare skin on bare skin always triggered a new bout of carnality, with both he and I being the instigator. 

The next day my position on what to reveal had deteriorated. The media always likes to seize upon some unexpected survivor, as if one life saved seemed to somehow mitigate the horror of an unimaginable disaster. Some people had been found dead in cars and the bodies of others who had tried to walk to safety were expected to be discovered when the snow melted, so my picture and story were on the front page of every single newspaper. Every report also mentioned the unnamed hero who had trekked through deep drifts to the top of a mountain, to alert the authorities to my plight.

The next day when Clive came to visit he was no longer smiling. He gave me a quick kiss but then sat on the chair by the side of the bed. For a while he remained silent but then asked quietly, "Who was he – this guy – this knight in shining armour?" 

"He was ex army," I answered honestly, "His vehicle was trapped in front of mine, even though it was a four wheel drive SUV the snowdrift was even too big for him. He'd had survival training and was far better prepared. You should be very grateful to him because there was nobody else anywhere near and if he hadn't taken me into his car, I would have died like all those others."

That seemed to satisfy my hubby and for a while we chatted normally, mainly about our son but I could tell there was something on his mind. Eventually he blurted out, "Are you saying that in the days that you were trapped alone with him he never tried to make a pass at you?"

"Clive, throughout all the time that I spent with him, he always behaved like a perfect gentleman," I said firmly and that seemed to ease his mind, at least for that day.

The next day was worse. The front page of every newspaper carried some variation of the legend, 'Blizzard Hero Was Killer On Run'. The supporting story stated that the unnamed man was wanted for a rather nasty murder in London, with one down market tabloid giving the extra detail that the victim had been tortured before death, with a broom handle included amongst the implements used on him. 

Clive stormed into the ward as soon as the doors were opened. Throwing a newspaper on the bed, he asked loudly, "Did he rape you?" and when I mutely shook my head, he said, "Come on admit it, a man like that is wouldn't miss the chance to have a woman like you."

"Darling, he didn't rape me, you've got to believe me," maintained stubbornly, "Despite what you think, he wasn't that kind of man." 

"But it says in the newspaper......"

"Clive, he was a decent guy, if he wasn't why would he go to the trouble of getting me into his car and sharing his food instead of just looking after himself?"

"Because you're a very attractive woman and he saw the chance of getting some sex on the side," my worried husband answered triumphantly. 

"His wife is dead."

Clive gave a mirthless laugh, "Is that what he told you, it always that or they say they're divorced, It's what his kind of man always says."

"She was murdered."

"He told you that to gain your sympathy, God women are so gullible."

"You are being completely silly," I informed my husband, speaking very firmly. "When he came to invite me into his car he had no idea if I was male or female and it wouldn't have made any difference if I had been a guy. He just wanted to save a life if he could." 

"Subarus are women's cars," Clive muttered, unwilling to concede the argument.

"With all the snow piled on top of it he could have had no idea what kind of car I was driving," I concluded and with nowhere left to go, for the moment, my husband fell silent. 

I was not in a bad way when rescued and I was now fully recovered but although desperate to hold my young son again, I was deliberately playing the invalid because I wanted to prolong my stay in hospital. While still in my hospital room, my husband's questioning was at least limited to visiting hours but I was afraid that once home I would be subjected to none stop interrogation. There was also another reason for my procrastination. When I got home I knew that I would be making love with my husband and although I was looking forward to that, I worried how easily he would be able to tell that I had had a much better endowed man inside me. On all calculations, a few days delay couldn't do any harm.

"What kind of stuff had he got in his vehicle that helped you both survive?" Clive asked in conversational tone, his voice having lost that accusatory edge.

"Lots of food and candles, a small Gaz stove for cooking, a powerful flashlight and a sleeping bag." I went through the list without thinking and immediately I had named the last item I knew I'd made a bad mistake. 

Of course Clive seized on it like a terrier, "What kind of sleeping bag?"

"It was an army one, specially designed for artic survival," I told him factually, hoping that was the end of the matter.

It was a forlorn hope. "Was there only the one?" Clive asked and when I nodded my head, "Which of you slept in it?" was his follow up question.

"We both did. Darling, we couldn't keep the engine running through the night at that was the only we could keep warm." 

"What did you wear?"

"Geoff slept naked because that was how the sleeping bag was designed to be used and I took most of my clothes off as well," I told him, shading the truth only slightly.

"I'm not at all happy with the sound of that."

"Sweetheart, it was all done very properly, Geoff got undressed whilst I looked away and then got in the bag to lie with his back to the centre then I switched off the light before removing my clothes and wriggled in so that my back was towards his." It wasn't exactly a lie but I had deliberately given the impression that this was the routine we had followed on all four nights and not just the first.

Hubby had only one shot left in his armoury, "Are you telling me that you lay nearly naked all that time and he never tried to touch you."

That made me laugh out loud, "My love, he and I touched constantly, skin to skin. Crammed into a one man sleeping bag we kept making contact if either of us even twitched." This seemed to mollify my husband and he even half heartedly joined in the laughter.

I was discharged the next morning. I had the great joy of holding my little son Brian in my arms once again and then the inordinate pleasure of having him excitedly bring all his Xmas presents to show me. I was also able to belatedly open all the gifts that had been laying waiting for me since Xmas day. Mys were around until mid evening and it was not until Brian was finally asleep that my husband I were alone. We sat in silence nominally watching a movie, both of us preoccupied with our own thoughts but holding hands. Eventually we went to bed and made love.

I'm not saying that the earth moved, Clive isn't into the earthquake stuff but when it comes to gentle tender lovemaking he is the absolute master. At first I think that I was the more tense because I wasn't sure whether I had become changed down there but when he said nothing I began to relax because I knew he would have checked. It was so nice to return to the familiar loving, like slipping on a well worn but much loved glove.

The following day was another good one, relaxed and full of laughter, with not one single reference to my missing days. I seriously began to think that I'd weathered the storm but my loving husband had an ambush waiting. After our evening meal, Clive washed the dishes while I went upstairs to read Brian his bedtime story. When I came down I found that two glasses of wine had been poured but instead of being placed near to the settee they were sitting on either side of the dining table.

My husband was waiting for me and as soon as I was seated and he had my attention, he said quietly, "I want you to look straight into my eyes and tell me that he didn't fuck you." 

I have no problem with avoiding a question or with giving an only partially true answer but I find it impossible to tell a straight lie. It would have been so simple and got rid of my problem completely but it was beyond me. "I can't," I said sadly.

I watched a mixture of emotions cross my husbands face, first the undoubted hurt at having his worst fears confirmed but quickly followed by an element of satisfaction that his suspicions had been well founded. I think Clive was surprised by my quick confession because he didn't speak immediately and that gave me the chance to say, "He didn't rape me, I wanted him to do it."

Trying to lie hadn't worked but I now realised that brutal honesty wasn't the best policy either because my poor husband had a stricken look on his face as he mouthed the single word, "Why?"

"Because of the situation, because I thought I was going to die and never see either you or Brian ever again, because I thought I was certain to freeze to death within a couple of days and I wanted to grasp some experience and pleasure from the time I had left. It didn't feel like cheating." That wasn't exactly lie but neither was it the truth because at no point trapped by the snow did I seriously think I might perish except possibly during those three hours after Geoff left me alone to start his solo track through the snow. 

I expected my husband to challenge that excuse but he had a question to which he gave higher priority, "Did it happen just the once?"

"No," I admitted.

How many times?"

"About a dozen."

Clive looked incredulously at me. "Twelve times?

"More or less." I knew it was a damn site more than twelve and that wasn't counting the three times I had sucked Geoff off to completion. During our time together it seemed that my army lover had Viagra constantly pumping through his veins and I was equally insatiable. I sucked him for my own pleasure and he certainly enjoyed it but there were times when I had to get him off that way just to give my pussy a rest.

"Twelve times in three fucking days."

"Actually it was three days but four nights," I corrected pedantically, not that it really made the figures any better.

Clive stayed silent for quite a while, as if my answers had taken the wind right out his sails but when he did speak again it was with the inevitable question, "Is his cock bigger than mine?"

"About an inch longer and possibly a bit thicker," I said, again using the female prerogative to modify statistics.

"Tell me the things you did with him and how it felt?"

"Darling, don't you think you might be better not knowing that kind of stuff?" I murmured seriously concerned about his feelings.

"But I need to know," Clive insisted passionately, "I have to get the full picture in my head if I hope to understand."

Against my better judgement I offered, "What exactly do you want me to tell you?" 

"Was it his physique and masculinity that attracted you to him?" 

"Clive, if I was attracted to men like that then I could easily have married one, plenty asked but I didn't want them, I chose you."

"Was he very much better at sex than me?"

"It wasn't a matter of being better but he was certainly very different. In some ways he was better but in others he wasn't a patch on you."

"Give me an example," my hubby asked, but his voice was calmer and I felt as if I had thrown him a lifeline.

"Well you might have guessed, from what I've already said, that he got stiff again far more quickly than you do but on the other hand you can carry on a lot longer than he could manage," I explained. 

"But how did we compare?"

"Sweet heart my love, there was no comparison because of the difference between you. You can keep me on a sexual plateau for ages and ages and I love that where he is fast and explosive and I rather enjoyed that as well," I said trying to be as tactful as I could.

My husband sat in silence contemplating my answer, slowly nodding his head before delivering his logical coup de gras with the question, "If you weren't attracted to him and there was so little to choose between us, why did you fuck him?" 

"Because I was frightened and lost and he was there," was the only thing I could say

As if there was nothing left to ask, over the next couple of days the questioning ceased but Clive seemed to walk about as if carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. I often found him gazing pensively at me but as soon as I met his gaze he would glance away before quickly leaving the room. 

We just went through the motions of living, with minimal words exchanged between us and only then when absolutely necessary. In fact the only times that we behaved at all normally were when Brian was the focus of both of our attentions. We still slept together but there was no kisses and the most that I got was a polite goodnight before he turned out the light. I wanted desperately to try to break out of the cycle but was afraid than anything I said could only make matters worse.

Ignoring the fact that he had saved my life, the media as a whole started to portray Geoff as some sort of psychopath, openly speculating how I had managed to survive those days alone with him without being violated. One or two actuality inferred that I had been molested by him but was too afraid or embarrassed to say. Then the tenor changed, largely due to the efforts of one investigative reporter. The first thing revealed was Geoff's military record and the fact that he received awards for gallantry in both Iraq and Afghanistan. 

The next issue of that paper contained the full story of the court case, saying how the dead man had been acquitted of the rape and murder of Geoff's wife but only on a technicality. He was even able to describe the disallowed evidence as 'a knife still covered with the victim's blood and the fingerprints of the killer'. It seems he had kept the weapon as a trophy, along with several intimate items taken from the couple's house. Soon the general consensus of media opinion supported Geoff, some even suggesting that if he handed himself in he should be treated very leniently. Unfortunately the fact that as well as killing the guy he had enacted a rather grisly revenge rather ruled out that possibility. 




The Blizzard



One item of coverage really got through to me when an ex army comrade being interview on TV described Geoff as the most decent man he had ever met. He went on to say that knowing Geoff, he guessed that his plan had been to hide a cache of supplies at a pre chosen isolated location, drive a hundred miles or so further on before dumping his vehicle and making his way back on foot. The blizzard had interfered with that and he was now worried that Geoff hadn't taken enough stuff with him to survive for long in the wilderness. I know that it was the blizzard that was really to blame but I did feel guilty at the thought that his three day dalliance with me might have cost Geoff either his life or his liberty.

That TV item also had a bad effect on my loving husband. Over the past few days he had viewed, with apparent equanimity, the same black and white identity type photo of Geoff's face constantly printed in newspapers but colour footage of my lover walking about, laughing and living life were a different matter. As soon as the screen switched to an unconnected topic, Clive stood up quietly, left the room and remained very subdued for the rest of the evening.

It wasn't until just before we would be going to bed, my husband said quietly, "I can understand now why you opened your legs so quickly for that chap, he's exactly the type of man that I've always known you would finish up running off with. Did it start that first night or did you manage to wait until the next morning?" 

Ignoring the question, I quickly protested that I had never had any plans to run off with anybody now or in the future but he took absolutely no notice of my words. Speaking calmly and precisely Clive told me, "When I said 'run off' I was speaking figuratively, I meant he's the type I knew you would inevitably end up cheating on me with." 

"What do you mean 'he's exactly the type'?"

"Big, strong, action man, everything that I am not," Clive said bitterly.

I was rather shocked at my husband's low self image. Granted he is about eight inches shorter than Geoff, of slender build and his working life has been spent in an office environment but to me he is a giant amongst men. He is a thinker rather than a doer but I admire him for that and it was that aspect of his character that most appealed to me right from the start. He is a real gentleman with the emphasis on gentle, he's kind in a world where kindness is an undervalued commodity, generous to a fault and totally unselfish. He always putts the interests of others ahead of his own and I couldn't have wished for a more devoted, doting father for my child. I loved him with all my heart and what happened with Geoff had nothing to do with that. 

I tried to say something of that to him but Clive wasn't listening. Ignoring my words he spat out, "I get so angry remembering how I was going out of my mind with worry and all the time you were having the time of your life fucking your macho man."

There seemed no point in trying to reassure him when he was in this frame of mind so I said nothing more and after a few minutes silence, "You might have got pregnant, did you think about that?" my husband asked suddenly.

"Actually I did think about it and I knew that I was in my safe period."

"Would it have made any difference if you hadn't been safe? Would you have still taken a chance because I bet that neither of you had any condoms on you?" My flush faced husband paused for effect before asking nastily, "And what if had made you pregnant, would you still have tried to keep quiet about what had gone on and let me believe that it was mine?"

I was rather shocked by this short impassioned speech because it made me realise the level of distrust that now existed between us. I shook my head giving the impression of denial but I didn't speak. I couldn't make myself lie and I knew that answering his questions truthfully would only make matters worse. Up until this point I hadn't touched my wine but now I started taking sips as I waited for the storm to pass.

"Did you fall in love with him, is that the explanation? Did you want him to take him with you?"

"I'll admit that I would be sad if I heard he was dead and I hope he can evade capture but that is the limit of any feelings that I have for him," I answered honestly, "You are the only man that I have ever loved and the only man that I want to spend my life with."

I thought for a moment that my sincerity had got through to him but those hopes were dashed when he said unhappily, "I really ought to divorce you."

My heart sank. "Are you going to?"

Clive shook his head. "I won't and there are two reasons for that, the first is for Brian's sake because it would blight his life if we split up. The other reason is that if I did divorce you, the media will immediately put two and two together and guess what really happened while you were missing and I don't want you to face that embarrassment. I'd be embarrassment too, perhaps even more so, because then everybody in the world would know that you made me into a cuckold."

"I'm so sorry," I said but even to my ears it seemed totally inadequate.

There is little left to say. Clive and I resumed making love, tentatively starting that same night but it was almost six months before he licked me again. He did forgive me or said that he had and on another occasion admitted that a third reason for not divorcing was that he still loved me. It has been slow going; however two years later we are both happy and have managed to regain a semblance of what our marriage used to be but I don't think we will ever get back all that was lost. 

Clive occasionally has periods of deep introspection, he was always been prone to these but since my adventure both the incidence and duration have increased. I don't think of Geoff very often, mainly because I have deliberately pushed him right to the back of my mind. However, on those rare occasions when I have trouble getting off, my mind does flash to that cluster of idyllic days when orgasms popped out like peas from a pod. I feel both guilty and ashamed about my brief affair but I can't quite bring myself to say that I regret it. 

Mixed in with a bunch of Xmas cards that came through the door last year was one not in an envelope and without a seasonal motif. It was actually a picture postcard with the image of a posy of forget-me-nots. On the reverse side it had the address but no addressee name, no message and no signature. The only significant detail was that both the stamp and postmark indicated that it had originated in Guatemala. After a cursory glance at both sides, Clive tossed it casually in the bin muttering something about junk mail. The moment he left the room I quickly retrieved it for closer examination, somehow intuitively knowing that it was from Geoff. I think that he was letting me know that he had successfully escaped the country and to a place with no extradition treaty. I hadn't given him my home address but with all the publicity and my name being printed it wouldn't have been hard for him to find out where I lived. It gave me a lot of pleasure to know that he also thought about me. I concealed the card at the back of my half of the wardrobe.

Deep down I think that I deserved those three days, (and four nights) out of a lifetime but in case those last two lines above made anyone wonder, if Geoff were to secretly reappear in my life I wouldn't have sex with him. Despite the obvious temptation, I came so close to losing my wonderful husband this time that I would never take the risk again.



The Blizzard of 1861



The language in this story will sound very old fashioned and outdated. Please bear in mind that this is a story about a man and woman in the nineteenth century. Crude language was not spoken in the presence of women back then. So for the sake of the story, I used words that will make some readers shake their heads.

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The blizzard continued to roar against them as they trudged on. The snow was so heavy they could barely see ten feet in any direction.

Carl Weathers, the forty year old wagon train master led the way, leading eighteen year old Lula Mays, the only surviving member of the group of settlers towards their destination.

Lula walked close behind the weathered man, using his body to shield her small frame from the howling wind, and freezing snow.

Carl hadn't wanted to leave so late in the summer but the settlers insisted that they leave. 

They managed to make it into Western Montana when an early blizzard hit.

Carl knew it could snow in October this far North, but the settlers had insisted they go anyway.

The wagon train had been taken out by an avalanche two days earlier.

Carl had managed to dig him and Lula out of the snow drift. He had gathered as many provisions as he could, and they headed out on foot.

Lula had paid Carl to travel with the wagon train, and ride in his wagon. That was the only thing that had saved her life. 

Her Parents had died of small pox in January of that year. She had written her Aunt who lived in Washington State with her Husband, asking if she could come out west and live with them. 

Six months later she received a letter from her Aunt saying yes, she could move in, but she'd have to pay her own way out west. 

Lula took the last of her money, and bought passage with Mr. Weathers.

"Mr. Weathers, how much farther is it to the cabin?" Lula asked loudly, to be heard over the roaring wind. Her slight frame trembled against the unbearable cold.

"Well, if we are heading in the right direction, we should reach it in an hour or two."

"What if we aren't heading in the right direction?" Fear could be heard in the freckled faced redhead's tone.

"Trust me this isn't the first blizzard I've been through. The cabin is used by buffalo hunters so it should be empty this time of year."

"How will we survive without food or water?"

The rugged wagon master continued walking as he spoke. "They usually keep the place provisioned with cured buffalo meat, coffee, and vegetables, so we'll be alright. Plus the place has a well that is good and deep, so the water won't freeze. Once we reach the cabin, we should be fine."

"How will we stay warm?" Lula asked; her voice filled with doubt.

"The hunters bring in wood with them every spring for cooking. If we're lucky there will be enough to keep us warm until spring thaw."

Three hours later the snow began to let up, and the wind died down.

Carl spotted the stone cabin a half mile to his left. He was glad the snow had let up or they would have walked right past the cabin without ever seeing it. "There it is," he said, pointing the small cabin out.

Thirty minutes later, they walked up to the cabin.

Carl noticed the small wood pile next to the side of the cabin as they approached the front door, and cursed under his breath. 

There wouldn't be enough wood to heat the entire cabin for the winter. 

Carl estimated that there was probably two cords of wood left. 

With four to five months of winter to go, he doubted that would be enough, but he'd have to figure out a way to make it last somehow.

Motioning for Lula to go inside, Carl headed for the wood pile and grabbed three sticks of the precious fuel. He then entered the cabin.

Lula was standing in the center of the room, trembling from the cold and exhaustion.

Heading to the rock fireplace, Carl started the fire, using two sticks of wood. "I'll have a fire going and we will be warmed up in no time." He hoped the snow from the blizzard hadn't stopped up the chimney.

Soon the fire was roaring to life, and the small living area began to warm up.

Carl then turned to his remaining settler, and proceeded to give her the bad news. "I've checked the stores and we have plenty of food. There is a side of cured buffalo hanging in the pantry. Plus there's coffee, potatoes, and a bushel of corn on the cob. I also found candles, and several boxes of matches. However, the wood pile is rather small, so we will have to conserve heat. We can burn two sticks of an evening for cooking. We can then burn one stick of a morning to take the chill out of the air and heat up some coffee. I'll move one of the bigger beds from a bedroom into the living room. We will have to winter it out in here. If we use our wood wisely, with any luck it should last us through the winter."

"I understand." Lula had been sleeping in the wagon with Mr. Weathers for the last two months, so she didn't have a problem sharing a bed with him.

He had been a perfect gentleman, and hadn't tried to molest her.

"Also, we only have the clothes on our backs, so we will have to make them last. That means we will have to sleep with no clothes at night. There are quilts, so we will stay warm at night, and won't need to burn wood except for cooking."

Lula's eyes grew wide, and her face turned pink. "We have to sleep together without clothes?"

"I'm sorry Miss Mays, but we have no choice. The buffalo hunters usually take their personal belongings with them, so we aren't likely to find any spare clothes."

Carl and Lula searched the three bedrooms, only to discover that his assumption was correct. There were no spare clothes. There was, however, a full sized bed, and three quilts. 

With no heat at night, the quilts would give them just enough warmth to let them sleep through the night.

Unfortunately for Lula that meant she had to sleep under all three quilts, instead of sleeping with a quilt between her and Mr. Weathers.

Carl went out to the well, and fetched in a pail of water. He then began the process of moving the bed and quilts into the main room.

As Carl broke the bed down, and moved it into the main room, Lula prepared a small meal, by cooking the buffalo meat, and potatoes in a kettle that was hanging over the fire. She made a pot of coffee, and set it on the grill that sat over the burning wood.

Carl moved the table to one side of the room, and set the bed up as close to the fireplace as he could without risking setting the bed on fire. Even though they wouldn't have heat the entire night, the fireplace could warm the bed up part of the night before the wood burned up.

They ate their meal, before collapsing into the bed from exhaustion. 

Lula had been shy about undressing in front of Mr. Weathers, but she gritted her teeth and disrobed, keeping her back to him.

Carl hung the clothes up so that they would finish drying, and then climbed into bed next to his young charge.

They were so tired that they fell asleep immediately. They slept all night and well into the next morning.

Lula woke late the next morning to discover that Mr. Weathers had snuggled up against her back during the night, and draped his arm around her. She could feel his flaccid member pressing against her right butt cheek.

He was snoring lightly, and mumbling in his sleep.

Lula wanted to get up, and get away from the offending flesh, but she didn't want to wake the man who was keeping her alive. She knew he needed his sleep. Lula lay there, completely aware that his private parts were touching her bare flesh. 

As the morning began to approach noon time, Carl began to wake up. He immediately realized that he was curled up against Miss Mays' back. He trembled at the feel of her soft young flesh touching his weathered skin. His manhood began to stir to life. Carl knew he should get out of bed, but the feel of her tender flesh reminded the wagon train master that he hadn't had a woman in quite some time.

Lula bit her lower lip as she felt Mr. Weather's thing begin to move against her bottom. Visions of him molesting her against her will flashed through her mind.

Carl finally decided that what he was doing was wrong. He rolled over, and climbed out of bed. His half erect penis jutted before him. He quickly got dressed, and headed to the outhouse.

"Damn snow has finally stopped," he muttered as he closed the back door.

Lula took advantage of his absence, and quickly got dressed. She was relieved that Mr. Weathers hadn't tried to molest her.

She took the remains of the previous evening meal, and prepared a cold breakfast. Taking a single stick of wood, she started heating up the remaining coffee.

Mr. Weathers returned from the outhouse a few minutes later. His nostrils flared at the aroma of the coffee cooking. "That smells good," he exclaimed as he entered the cabin.

"You were right. We will have to eat our food cold," Lula replied. "It would take a second stick of wood to heat the kettle."

"As long as the coffee is hot, I can live with a cold meal."

While the coffee was heating, Lula headed out to the outhouse to relieve herself. Her thoughts were still on the incident in the bed. She didn't know how she was going to wake up next to this nude man every morning. 

The fact that he seemed to like snuggling up next to her as they slept made matters worse.

As Lula finished relieving herself, she decided that extreme times required that she endure her circumstances, and act as if nothing was wrong.

They quickly settled into a daily routine. They moved as much of the wood into the cabin as they could so that the snow wouldn't make it too wet to burn.

They limited themselves to three sticks of wood per day. Two sticks would be used to cook the evening meal. And one stick would be used to heat the morning coffee, and take the morning chill out of the air.

They would stay up every night until the fire was almost completely gone, and then undress in the semi darkness and go to bed.

With each evening, Lula's shyness began to subside.

Every morning Carl would wake up curled up behind his young cabin mate, with an erection. 

Lula soon became accustomed to waking to the feel of his body pressed against her back. Although she would never admit it, Lula found that she liked the feel of his erect member touching her flesh.

They soon stopped calling one another by their proper names and started using their first names.

As time passed Lula began to discover that she had powerful feelings for this forty year old man. She would spend hours talking with him, and listening to his wonderful stories. She always laughed at his jokes even if they weren't very funny.

From time to time Lula would give her cabin mate a small peck on the cheek. After a few weeks, she began giving him pecks on the mouth.

Carl also began to grow very fond of the young girl. He loved the way her long red hair hung to the small of her back. He also loved gazing at the freckles that spotted her cheeks and nose. Most of all he loved the way she would give him small kisses. He hungered to pull her into his arms and give her a proper kiss.

One evening as they prepared for bed, Lula did something that was completely out of character. She began undressing while facing Carl.

Carl stood across the bed and watched the pretty girl disrobe. His manhood began to grow in his pants.

Lula smiled lovingly at the wonderful man who had taken such good care of her. Lula knew that what she was doing was considered immoral, but she didn't care. She was ready to give herself to this man. She was ready to become his woman.

Carl could see the hunger in her eyes. He knew what she was up to, but decided to make sure. "Lula, what are you doing?"

"I'm getting ready for bed," she replied coyly. 

"You usually face the other way when you undress."

Lula shrugged her small shoulders. "We've been sleeping in the nude together for over a month now. I think it's time to give up this silly pretence of modesty, don't you?"

Carl watched her slip beneath the covers. His penis was rock hard.

She gazed up at him. "Aren't you coming to bed?"

He reluctantly began removing his clothes. His penis was so hard that it pushed his pants out, forming a tent. After removing his outer clothes, Carl slipped out of his long johns. His erection waved over the bed like a flag pole.

Lula's gaze locked onto the man meat. Her heart began to flutter in fear and excitement. She was ready to give her body to this man. But still, she'd heard stories of pain, and tearing flesh caused by a man's thing.

Carl slipped beneath the quilts. He turned his gaze to the young woman lying next to him.

Lula smiled at him. Her face was filled with an unmistakable hunger. She wanted Carl to make her a woman, and he knew it.

Unable to resist any longer, Carl drew the girl who was young enough to be his Daughter into his arms. "Lula, I want you to know that I'm falling in love with you."

The pretty redhead smiled at him. "I'm in love with you as well."

He drew her tightly to his chest and kissed her passionately.

Lula moaned into his mouth, opening her lips.

Carl slid his tongue between her lips, and touched the tip of her tongue.

Lula's heart began to beat so hard she could hear it in her head.

He broke the kiss, and then caressed her cheek. "Lula if we do this there will be no turning back. I will take you as my woman."

She gave him another impish smile. "Then I guess I will be your woman, won't I?"

Carl mashed his lips to hers, kissing her roughly. Pulling her tighter to his body, his manhood pressed against her stomach. His testicles caressed the lips of her womanhood.

Lula audibly gasped against his mouth as she felt the throbbing man meat pulsating against her bare tummy.

Carl slowly rolled his lover onto her back, and eased his legs between her slim thighs, forcing her to spread her legs wide open for him. He wanted to take the time to enjoy her properly, but knew that if he tried anything exotic, it could cause her to panic. This night he would take her virginity. There would be other nights to explore her young body.

Lula stared up at the man who was lying on top of her. Her heart was pounding like a trip hammer. She was about to give her chastity to this man, and the thought both excited her and terrified her beyond belief. Giving him a pleading look, she softly said, "please Darling, be gentle."

"I promise that I will be as gentle as I can be."

Carl slid his hand between them and grasped his throbbing member. He eased the head against the entrance of her vagina, and began rubbing it up and down through her moist lips.

Lula whimpered as the thick head caressed the inner walls of her vaginal lips. She wasn't sure if she could take something this thick inside her.

Carl's penis is of average length. But the thickness of his manhood more than made up for his average size. As he rubbed the head back and forth he leaned over Lula and kissed her lips. Slipping his lips next to her left ear, he whispered. "Raise your legs, and bend your knees. It will make it easier."

Lula lifted her shaking legs and bent her knees as instructed.

Carl pressed the head of his man meat against Lula's hymen.

The eighteen year old sucked in air as the head of his manhood pressed against her virginity. She was seconds away from losing her chastity. The thought of it caused her mind to spin in a thousand directions. She wanted to change her mind. She wanted to plead with him to stop. She wanted him to hurry up and get it over with. She wanted this wonderful man to make love to her.

Carl gently pushed the head of his penis against her hymen, causing the thin barrier to stretch.

Lula moaned, as her entire body began to tremble.

"It's going to hurt for a second or two, but then the pain will go away."

She nodded her understanding.

Carl thrust his hips forward. His manhood quickly broke through Lula's hymen.

Lula squeaked in surprise and pain. A small flow of blood ran down her bottom and stained the sheet.

Carl felt the head of his penis pushing her vaginal walls aside as he sank a few inches into her body.

Lula felt like she was being stretched wide open. She chewed on her lower lip as the thick organ opened the first few inches of her womanhood up. Tears ran down her cheeks as she realized that she was no longer a girl, but rather a woman.

Carl patiently waited to give his young lover time to recover from having her maidenhead torn away. Gazing at her he asked, "Are you alright?"

She smiled up at him, her tears flowing freely. "I love you."

"I love you." Carl withdrew a couple of inches and then sank back into her.

Lula felt her insides spreading more as he sank deeper into her. She wasn't sure she could take much more of his impossibly thick meat.

Yet as Carl withdrew and once again sank into her depths for a third time, she did indeed take more of him in.

She moaned, and arched her back as he spread her vaginal walls. The action of her arching caused him to sink all the way inside her.

Carl stopped as he felt his testicles come to rest against her butt cheeks.

Lula lay there, panting, and feeling as if she had been stretched beyond endurance. The pretty redhead wondered if her stretched insides would stay stretched out. She gazed up at him with tear stained eyes and smiled. "I can't believe you're all the way inside me."

"Do you want to continue?" He asked.

Her smile broadened. "Yes Darling, I want to continue."

As he held his penis deep inside her, Carl leaned close and kissed her lips.

Lula wrapped her arms around his neck and feverishly returned her older lover's kiss. She instinctively wrapped her long legs around his thighs, and clung to him.

Carl slowly withdrew his manhood until only the head was inside her. He then sank back into her willing body until once again his testicles came to rest against her bottom.

Lula moaned with pleasure into his mouth.

Carl began withdrawing, and thrusting back into her over and over. His man meat spread her vaginal walls over and over.

Lula loved that she could take her man all the way inside. She wanted him to make love to her forever. She hungered to be filled day and night. She locked her ankles together and clung to her lover as he began thrusting harder into her depths.

It had been a long time since Carl had been with a woman. He'd almost forgotten how great a woman's body felt as he made love to her. He thrust into Lula again and again, repeatedly skewering her with his thick spear. 

Lula was his first virgin. Her tight never before used love hole milked his shaft, desperate to drain him of his seed. The thought that she might not know that doing this could make her with child crossed his mind.

As he continued to thrust into her Carl gently asked, "Lula, did your Mother ever explain to you how babies are made?"

She grinned up at her lover. "Yes, she did Darling. She told me that when a man puts his thing inside her, and spills his white milky stuff inside her that she could become with child."

"So you know that doing this could make you in the Family way."

"It will be our baby my love," she cooed.

Carl thrust harder into his young lover's body. He began to pound into her depths, evoking shrill screeches of delight from her.

"Oh yes," she screeched. "Put a baby inside me Darling. Make me with child."

Her words spurred him on even more. 

He pounded her mercilessly. His hard shaft kept pounding her like a piston.

Lula cried out with each inward thrust. She clamped her spread legs down on him until it was all he could do to continue making love to her.

Lula's eyes suddenly rolled into the back of her head, and an ear piercing scream left her lips. Her first ever orgasm made her feel like she was being split in two. She bucked and thrust against Carl as he continued to pound into her.




The Blizzard of 1861



Carl was amazed at how sexually excited she had become. He'd never had a woman react this way before. With renewed energy, he thrust into her body over and over. His own orgasm happened almost before he knew it. His testicles tightened and he erupted deep inside her. "I'm filling you with my seed my love. I'm making you with child."

"Please, give me a baby my love. Make me your woman forever, and I will give you all the children you want."

He pumped spurt after spurt of life creating seed into her receptive womb.

As soon as the sperm left his penis it immediately began swimming for the egg that lay inside her womb.

They ground their bodies together as their orgasms continued. Soon they began to come down from their orgasmic bliss.

Lula released her grip on Carl and laid her head back on the pillow. A satisfied smile crossed her lips.

Carl gazed down at his woman. His love for her grew even stronger. "Lula Darling, I don't want you just as my woman. I want you as my wife. When the snow melts off we will continue on to the next town we find and I want to marry you."

She opened her eyes and lovingly gazed up at him. "Yes, my love, I will marry you. As far as I'm concerned, we are already married. But we will find a minister and make it official."

They spent the entire winter making love, and spending time together. Their love grew stronger with each passing day.

Carl did indeed teach his young lover the ways of making love. He did things to her that drove Lula mad with desire. He also taught her how to please him with her hands and mouth.

Lula took to pleasing her man with her mouth very quickly. She loved the taste of his member in her mouth, and would coax him back to life after he spent himself inside her vagina.

Carl suspected that he'd released a little tiger in this young woman.

Her sexual appetite was inexhaustible.

A few weeks after their first night of passion Lula started to get sick and would throw up several times a day. She was worried that something might be wrong with her.

Not wanting to say anything until he was sure, Carl reassured her that she would be fine.

The spring thaw came early that winter. Two days after the last of the snow melted away, Carl and Lula headed west.

Carl estimated that it would take them about five days to walk out. He packed enough provisions for a seven day trip, just to make sure.

Six days later, Carl and Lula walked into a small town in Western Montana.

The very first thing they did was find a preacher to marry them.

As the minister conducted the wedding ceremony, he kept glancing at Lula who was starting to show signs of being with child. Her swelling tummy was still rather small but most definitely noticeable.



The Blizzard of 89



Journal Entry: Thursday, February 23, 1989 - The Blizzard of '89.

Editor's note: I'm posting some of the journal entries from my college years. In case you were wondering the stories are true. Cheers!  *

It was one of those mid winter days that made you almost think spring might be in the air. Steve and Pete had both graduated after fall semester and I was living on my own. It had warmed up enough to start to rain late in the day. The rain didn't amount to much more than a mist, not even enough to melt the snow. I happened to hear a weather report late in the day and they were saying we might get some heavy snow that night. 

Sure enough, around 10:00 the rain started changing to snow. Wanting to be prepared for the worst, I grabbed my sled and headed uptown for supplies just in case. Word on the street was that classes might be canceled. I found that 2 cases of beer fit nicely on my sled. Now prepared for the worst, I headed back home. It was starting to really come down. There was probably already 3 or 4 inches of new snow on the ground. 

I decided to stop by and see how my fuck buddy, Patty, was holding up. She shared an apartment with my best friend's girlfriend, Pat, and two other girls, Kathy and Karen. It was snowing pretty hard. Just as I got there the electricity went out. And stayed out. The girls had been listening to the radio and were pretty uptight. Their apartment had electric heat and they thought they were going to freeze. We drank a few beers and thought about it. I didn't think it was going to be a problem but I invited them over to my apartment as I had a gas stove we could use to keep warm. Besides, if we drank enough beers I might get into a pair of panties or two. 

We trudged through snow that was by now waist deep in places and drifting. We made it to my place and broke out the beer. We all got good and drunk while listening to the winds howl outside. According to the radio it was the worst snow of the century. School was already canceled so we partied well into the night. 

Karen and Cathy wanted to crash. I had the same two bedroom apartment I had shared with Steve and Pete so they claimed the empty bedroom. I told Pat and Patty they could have my room, I'd crash on the couch. 

Pat & Patty and I had one last beer and they hit the sack. I headed out to the kitchen to check on the gas oven. We had used it to heat the apartment but I didn't want to let it run all night. It was probably half an hour later when I heard someone come in to the kitchen. I had expected Patty to join me for a little bedtime snack. 

"Hey baby," I said, turning to embrace her, "what took you so long?" 

"You were expecting me?" she asked, surprised. 

I looked again and it wasn't Patty, it was Pat. "I was hoping you'd join me," I replied. She gave me the look and we fell together in a deep, wet kiss. Our tongues fought to see who got to invade the other's mouth. We took turns exploring each others mouth as she rubbed her tits against my chest. She was wearing panties and a t-shirt. I had just reached under her t-shirt and was lifting it up to expose her tits when Patty walked in on us. 

"What's going on in here?" she asked. 

Pat pushed me away and pretended to be warming herself at the stove. "Not much," she said, "I just came in to get warm and make sure Jeff was doing his job." 

"You can head back to bed if you want," Patty told her, "I'll keep Jeff company." I could tell Pat was disappointed and I was pissed but we weren't in a position to complain. "I suppose you were going to cheat on me with your best friend's girlfriend," she smiled as she slipped into my arms. 

"You know me," I replied, "I've never been able to turn down a good piece of ass." 

"Good," she said, "then you won't turn this down." She grinned as she unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor. 

"As always," I sighed, cupping her massive tits, "those are magnificent." 

We started making out and, while I was still upset at missing my chance at finally getting to bang Pat, Patty was a reasonable substitute. By the time Patty dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock, I had almost forgotten about her roommate. She was an excellent cock sucker and tonight was no exception. I grabbed the back of her head and helped by fucking her face.

I didn't feel like blowing a load all over her face in the kitchen so I pulled her up, stripped off her panties and boosted her up on the kitchen counter. I was pretty tall, 6-3, and, sitting on the counter put her pussy at a perfect height for fucking. She spread her legs and propped her feet up on the counter, providing a wide open pussy for me. I took full advantage of her offering and drove my cock deep into her warm, wet pussy. We ground ourselves together and made out for several minutes, savoring the sensation of my cock filling her pussy. 

"So far I'm liking this blizzard a lot," Patty sighed as I started sliding my engorged cock in and out of her pussy. 

"Me too," I replied, picking up my pace a bit. Patty started moaning softly as we fucked. When I felt her pussy start to contract around my cock I let go and shot her a nice load of hot sticky cum. 

"Thanks baby," she said as I helped her down off the counter, "I better get back in there before Pat comes looking for me." We kissed goodnight and I crashed on the couch.

Journal Entry: Friday, February 24, 1984

I woke up around noon when the girls began to stir. The snow was pretty deep and the electricity was still out but the girls wanted to go home. "If the electricity is still off tonight feel free to come on back," I told them, "I have plenty of beer left."

"You guys go on, " Pat told her roommates as they , "I feel bad; I'm going to stay and help Jeff clean up." 

I could see Patty about to object but Pat gave her a look and she turned and followed the other girls out. "Thanks for the help," I told Pat as I closed the door behind them, "but the place isn't that messy."

She went over and locked the door. "That's good," she grinned, "because the only work I plan on doing is in the bedroom." 

"Oh," I smiled, "I get it." 

"You're going to get it, she replied as she dropped her pants, "now where were we when we were interrupted last night?" 

"Correct me if I'm wrong, " I said, walking up to her and putting my hands under her shirt, "but I was just about to do this."

I lifted up her shirt and cupped her tits. She hadn't put her bra on this morning. They felt better than I had imagined. She lifted her arms up and I pulled her shirt up over her head. I stood back and gazed at her wonderful tits. They weren't nearly as big as Patty's but neither were they a bit flabby. They stood straight out and a bit up. Her cute little nipples, which were already rock hard and ready, pointing slightly up. 

"Sweet holy fuck!" I exclaimed, "your tits are beautiful, just like you."

She actually blushed as she shyly thanked me. I grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. She lost her panties along the way. 

The first thing I noticed was a fourth bra hanging above my headboard. "I hope you don't mind," Pat smiled as she saw me looking at them, "but Patty told me what those bras signified so I went ahead and added mine to the wall." 

"No problem at all," I replied, "You might not know this but I've wanted to do you from the moment Steve introduced us." 

"I can believe it," she smiled, "because I've wanted to do you too. Does that make me bad?"

"I suppose that all depends," I told her as I picked her up and tossed her on the bed. 

"Depends on what?" she giggled as she spread her legs and ran her hands up and down her naked body. 

"It depends on how bad you want to get," I smiled as I crawled into bed with her. I ran my tongue up her body, stopping to circle her lovely tits. 

"I think we're going to get very bad," she moaned as I started sucking her tits. "Fuck, that feels good, baby," she added. 

"Your tits are even better than I ever dreamed about," I sighed, pressing them together and shaking my head back and forth, licking from nipple to nipple. Her tits weren't quite big enough to get both nipps in my mouth at the same time so I took turns sucking one then the other. Pat was moaning louder and louder. 

"I'm kinda glad Patty interrupted us," she sighed as I ran my tongue down her tight tummy, "I would have hated to try to keep quiet while you did this to me." "Oh fuck, " she cried as my tongue slid between her pussy lips, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

I licked down and circled the rim of her asshole and returned my tongue back into her gushing pussy. Her moans turned to screams and she squeezed my head between her legs as she started to cum. 

"You really know how to use your tongue," she moaned as she struggled to catch her breath. 

"And I'm just getting started," I replied as I lightly licked droplets of cum from her pussy lips.

"Oh baby!" she exclaimed, running her hands through my hair, "Patty said you were good but she didn't say you were this good." 

"Hang on babe," I said, running my tongue up and down her snatch, "We're getting warmed up." A sharp cry was forced from her lips as I took a swipe at her asshole before running my tongue back up her pussy and teasing her clit. I pulled her clit with my lips and bit down lightly. She started to scream louder than before. Just as her orgasm started to subside I slid a couple of fingers into her juicy pussy. As I started to finger fuck her pussy her orgasm turned into a double. I ate her through one of the longest and loudest orgasms I'd ever been part of. 

"Stop, please," she begged as I probed my tongue slowly in and out of her pussy, "I don't think I can take another orgasm like that." 

"I know one way to find out," I said as tickled her clit with the tip of my tongue. 

"Don't you want to fuck me, baby?" she moaned.

"Oh we're going to fuck," I grinned, "it's just a matter of how many times you're gonna cum first. I've always been fascinated by the female ability to have multiple orgasms. You might as well relax and take advantage of it." 

"If you're sure," she moaned as I began to probe her pussy with my tongue. 

Pat was recovering from her third or forth orgasm when the phone rang. I picked it up and it was Patty asking for Pat. "She's around here somewhere," I told her, stalling for time so Pat could catch her breath, "let me go find her." 

I winked and handed the phone to Pat; her breathing was just about back to normal. They spoke for several minutes. Pat pushed me away several times as I tried to eat her pussy.

"What's up?" I asked when she hung up the phone. 

"Frank's coming to pick them up and she wanted to know if I wanted to be rescued with them," she told me as I licked from her asshole to her clit and back again.

"Did you tell them you needed rescued?" I grinned, between licks. 

"What do you think?" she moaned as she held my head and rotated her pussy up and down my face. "Actually," she added between moans, "I talked to Steve this morning. He has to work today but he's going to come pick me up tomorrow. He told me to call you if I needed anything."

"Cool, " I said, "did you need anything?"

"Uh-huh, " she moaned, as my tongue grazed the rim of her asshole, "I need your cock inside my pussy."

"Right now?" I asked. 

She pulled me to her sweet, warm pussy and started fucking my face again. "What the fuck," she cried, as she started to cum again, "we do have all day."

I nibbled her clit until her body was trembling then moved my tongue to her pussy to lick up her cum. "I don't know how many more of those I can take?" she sighed as she struggled to catch her breath. 

"Hopefully a few dozen, " I replied. 

"You always know what to say to make a girl feel good," she laughed, "but we're not going any further until I see your big cock Patty's been bragging about." She pushed my face from her pussy and sat up. "Gimme, gimme, " she giggled, "what do you have, 7 inches?" 

It was interesting that she thought 7 inches was a big cock. I rolled over on my back and unbuttoned my pants. "I'm sure she was exaggerating," I told her, "I don't think I'm that big." 

She crawled down my body and slowly pulled down my zipper. "Oh sweet mercy!" she exclaimed as my 10" cock sprang free. 

"Is there a problem?" I asked, "not big enough for you?" 

She gobbled down my cock, nearly choking on it before replying, "If Patty had told me you had a monster like this, I'd have been over here fucking you months ago. Your cock is magnificent. Come to mama!" 

She ran her tongue up and down my shaft. She was a good little cock sucker. "Oh fuck that's good!" I exclaimed as she managed to take in most of my cock. 

She slowly worked me back out and said, "With a little practice, I think I can swallow your whole cock."

"Feel free to practice all you like, babe," I told her, "we have all day." 

"And you feel free to cum in my mouth any time you like," she replied, "I love the taste of cum." She began sucking my cock with long, deep strokes while swirling her tongue around my tender tip. I stroked her hair while she sucked my dick. 

"You keep that up, babe," I sighed, "and your wish is going to come true." She methodically sucked my cock, sensing when I was about to cum then backing off, running her tongue down the shaft of my cock or sucking my balls before starting all over again. "Fuck, you're good, baby," I moaned as I felt the cum start to rise at the base of my cock, "Here I cum, baby." 

She grinned and sucked harder, swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock. I grabbed the back of her head and held on while I filled her mouth full of cum. The horny slut sucked every drop, swallowed, and kept right on sucking my cock, not giving me a chance to go soft on her. 

"You really love cock," I observed, stroking her hair. 

"I love your cock," she said, "I've been dreaming of it for months." 

"Do you want to go all the way then?" I grinned.

"What kind of girl do you think I am?" she replied.

"A hot fucking cum slut who can't wait for me to stuff her pussy fuller than its ever been stuffed before," I told her. 

She rolled over on her back and spread and legs wide. She reached down and spread her pussy lips for me. "It's good to see you have me pegged right," she grinned. "Take it kinda slow at first, honey, " she added with a wink, "I'm not used to taking a cock that fucking large. Yet." 

I slid the tip of my cock between her pussy lips and ever so slowly eased into her wet, throbbing pussy. "We're just going to have to practice 2 or 3 times a week," I smiled as my cock almost imperceptibly deeper into her slowly expanding cunt. 

"You bet your sweet ass we are," she moaned, "or more." She was rubbing her clit while I slowly filled her pussy with meat. When I was about half way home she started to cum. I fucked her pussy with the first half of my cock until her orgasm subsided. "Emm, more, " she purred. 

"More what?" I asked, "more cock or more times a week?" 

"Both, " she cried and she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled my cock all the way inside, thrusting her hips forward to meet me. We ground ourselves together while she came again. 

"I have a couple other appointments," I explained when her eyes fluttered back open, "I have Patty on Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday nights and Robin on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday." 

"How about every weekday at noon?" she suggested as I slowly fucked her pussy, "Steve is usually only in town on the weekends." 

"That sounds cool," I told her, "and Robin has been acting a bit cold ever since she caught me fucking Susie so perhaps we can get together a few evenings too."

"Sorry to hear that, " she sighed. 

"I could see it coming," I replied, "she was a lot of fun to fuck but she was looking for a guy to settle down and that ain't me." 

"Her loss is my gain, " she moaned, "fuck me hard for a while, darling." 

I did and she did and together we did all night long and into the next morning when she had to leave to meet Steve. We had a date for the following Monday, weather permitting.



The Blizzard



“Good morning.”

“Good morning to you.”

"Mike I wished we had discovered this before about us.”

“Well we have plenty of time to make up for the past.”

“Mike get up a second.”

Mike got up and I grabbed a chair from the kitchen and pushed him down on it. I then put my legs on either side of him grabbed his cock and slowly let it enter my ass. I put my hands on his shoulders and he grabbed my ass cheeks as I slowly descended on his cock. I was riding his cock for all it was worth. 

I was bouncing up and down on it real good when out of the corner of my eye I saw a car pull up. I quickly got off and told him Tom and Sam were here. We scrambled for our clothes and got them on before they came through the door.

“Hey what happened to you guys?"

"The blizzard hit us before we could make it all the way up to the cabin so we got a hotel room. What happened to you guys?"

Mike then grunted. “Don’t ask! Suffice it to say we have to get the car out of the ditch.”

We spent the rest of the day trying to get my car out, we finally managed to get it out and we were all tired so we decided to relax and play a game of poker. Obiously it didn’t have the same feeling as the night before. It was getting late and we all decided to get some sleep. Tom and Sam opened their sleeping bags and slept near the fireplace. 

Mike then said. “Matt I know I have my sleeping bag but I am so use to the bed you mind if we share it again?”

“No problem just stay on your side lol.”

We headed off to bed and closed the door, we couldn’t wait to get naked. 

But I told Mike “Man you have to keep it quiet tonight.”

“Don’t worry dude I will, now come over here and give me some of that ass.”

Even though we both enjoyed me fucking him we both realized we each got more pleasure from him fucking me so Mike got behind me like the first night. But this night was oh so different. Mike slowly worked that cock into my ass. He fucked me it seemed like all night but in reality he fucked me for a good hour before cuming inside me. After he came he got between my legs and sucked the cum right out of my cock. We both put our boxers on and drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning we all gathered our belongings and headed back home. Even though Tom and Sam were following us home I grabbed Mike’s zipper and pulled his cock out. 

Mike’s car windows are tinted so dark you can’t see anything inside. I slowly jacked his cock as he drove. Mike reached for my head and I descended on his lap. I took that marvelous cock into my mouth I sucked his cock and this time I was determined to taste his cum. My mouth was swallowing his head as my hands pumped his cock. 

“OH yeah Matt suck it baby.”

As Mike whispered those words I felt his legs tighten and he grabbed the back of my head and held it to his lap as his cock erupted into my mouth. I felt the first wave of hot cum hit the back of my throat but I kept swallowing. Wave after of wave of cum came and I took it all, in fact I enjoyed it, I couldn’t get enough. Mike’s cock went soft as I sucked it. I finally let it slip from my mouth. 

All the way home we took turns driving and sucking. As I dropped Mike off, he stated.

“Hey Matt Linda is out of town till Tuesday.” 

“Ok. When Julie goes to work tomorrow I will stop by.”

“Great I can’t wait to fuck you again, this time I am going to fuck you in the Jacuzzi.”

I smiled as I drove away. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

I hope you all enjoyed my story. It has been a whole year since I wrote my last one. Hopefully if enough people like I won’t wait so long to write a new one. I appreciate all your e-mails so let me know what you think of it and please don’t forget to vote.