Caught by a Winter Storm (closed for Misty Knight and Wicked Python

[Misty Knight]

Caught by a Winter Storm (closed for Misty Knight and Wicked Python)

'Men really piss me off!" I announce over the car radio, which was fading in and out anyway. I reached over and switched it off angrily. "Who needs 'em!"

I am Madison Autry and at 44, I own one of the most successful advertising businesses in the pacific northwest. Two satellite offices, one in western Canada and one in midwest states. But simply because my most profitable client, an old man in his 80's is suddenly feeling that a "young" woman can't handle his company's needs, I have to bring in a male partner. Old men look at a 5'3" sandy brown hair petite woman as a "little girl", someone needing the stronger leadership of a man. I want to slap the old gent and ask him why he brought his business to me in the first place. But all I manage to do is flash my green eyes and bite my bottom lip. So I need a man for window dressing only. Or I could tell the old client to take a hike. But basically being greedy, I don't want 71.3% of my business taking a hike with him. So the search is on for male partner. Someone I can put in a corner office and let him deal with the old man on a very limited and closely watched basis.

I have interviewed possible business partners until I could scream. Why do men think they know everything about running a successful firm? Hell, they can't even ring the john consistently and I am supposed to trust them with MY business? Fuck that!

"Well at least a long break!" I sound relieved as I tell my four wheel-drive the story. Too late to catch flights home for Christmas. So I will go where I can most relax - my small beautiful log home in western Canada. Nothing to do between Christmas Eve and New Year's Day. I don't have to get out of my warm pjs. Just laze and sleep and read and catch up on the newest crop of movies. Plenty of wine, food and supplies in the car.

MY one call to the property superintendent guaranteed me that there are plenty of supplies and more than ample fuel for the generator in case of power outages. He sounded strange when I said I was driving up. Probably thought me too feminine to negotiate heavy snow and ice conditions. MEN! What are they good for? Besides mowing grass in summer, shoveling snow off the walk ways in winter, not much.

The snow is heavy and visibility no more than five feet in front of me when the deer leaped in front of me. I should have hit the bastard but I swerved. Landed in the snow drift. Luckily not far from my cabin. A couple or three trips and I can have everything inside the cabin and on the way to my first good drunk in ages.

My first load is the largest. I figured I would tire with each consecutive trip, so I make the most of the first hike. Nearly dark when I unlock the door and dump my armloads of stuff in the kitchen. As I head back towards the front door, a stranger blocks me, and I jump. I admit it. Typical female reaction. But I cover my surprise nicely by yelling at him "Who the hell are you?"

Of course, I know the answer before I have my question asked. I had forgotten I agreed to lease this cabin starting around mid-November until spring. But I held my ground admirably and repeated louder "Who the hell are you?" Maybe I could bully him and he'd leave!. I really wanted this time away from the city. And not another man to deal with. Jeeze, I was really begin to hate men. All men, not just 80 year olds but all men. They were in a conspiracy to keep women in their place.

He was rubbing sleep out of his eyes and so I repeated even louder "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

 

[Wicked Python]

Matthew

OOC

Matthew "Matt" Yeager
44 years old, 5’11”, 185lbs, Slightly balding,
Likes the occasional junk food meal, hence the slight love handles
Published Author, Writes Sci-Fi and has won critical acclaim and financial well being as the author a 6 part series of books. Has written quite a few short stories and has been a writer on several of televisions most popular shows.

He is currently in a rented cabin in western Canada to get rid of a nasty writers block and avoid returning a huge advance he received for his next series of books.

IC
“Well that was a nice call to receive. Makes the rest of my day.”
I had just gotten off the phone with my editor at Langston and was told that I had until January 15 to get an outline in or return the advance. Marti had been with me all along, from the first story to the last and, for a short while, we had been lovers, which is why book three was the marginal success it had been. She was an amazing woman but we decided if the working together was to work, and there was to be a book 4, we had to stop being lovers. Well, this morning she gave me the deadline and then said I wouldn’t have to avoid her e-mails any longer.

So I opened up the laptop and began trying to outline the next Great American Sci-Fi novel. I had several good starts, actually got to the second page once. I never should have gotten up to pee, came back and read it, threw it out too. I had done the high tech equivalent of crumbling up a sheet of paper and throwing it at the wastebasket. I stood, stretched, feeling my age a bit and walked out on the porch, looking at the sky and realizing that we could easily get snow this afternoon or evening. I went back inside, the chill a bit more than I felt like enduring.

It was late afternoon before I finally gave up. Slamming the lid on the laptop, I went into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich and got a beer and sat at the counter to eat. Using the satellite feed, I watched some shows on the Discovery Channel and dozed off, dreaming of Marti coming after me and screaming about her check, her check.” A noise drew me up from my sleep, and I realized it had been the front door slamming open against the wall and a muffled “Damn”

I stood up and walked into the hallway and saw a woman come from the kitchen and stop, looking at me frightened and bewildered. I stared at her frankly, not positive who she was. "Who the hell are you?" she says to me, obviously supposed to be angry and frightening.

She was a little over 5 feet tall, with light brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail. Her figure was rounded in all the right places; her hips and ass were perfectly shaped to the rest of her body; her breasts were round and large and, in fact, her entire body was proportioned just perfectly to every other part. She wasn’t a classic beauty, but a beauty borne of her age. In days past she would have been call “a damn handsome woman”. A fine dusting of freckles graced her nose and cheeks. But her eyes, they were green fire, burning holes in me as I walked towards her, rubbing my eyes to get the sleep out of them, and giving me the excuse of watching her.

She repeated herself, even louder "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"
Quietly I told her I was leasing this place form the owner until spring and "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" The force of my shout stung her awake and she answered that she was the owner and had forgotten until just then that she had leased the cabin until spring. If he would help her get her SUV out of a ditch, she would pack up and leave.

Matthew wouldn’t hear of it and, in fact, insisted she have the master bedroom and he would help her in the morning, provided the weather improved.

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison

I felt like an idiot! In my anger at the lack of good business partner candidates, I had rushed off to my cabin to cocoon myself for the long holiday. One of my failings in life which seem to carry over into business - I was impulsive and wanted everything to reshuffle themselves to benefit me. But this guy was paying far more than the rental market value for this place, and frankly I was going to need the money if my advertising company took a hit. No way I was going to ask him to leave.

I introduced myself abruptly and stuck my gloved hand out "Madison Autry. Sorry to intrude." I said. Then quickly pulled my hand back to rip off the glove. Then again I offered my hand in a male type bravado. His larger and much warmer hand took mine and shook it and simply said Matt Yeager. Nice to meet you Maddie." I cringe at the the nickname and automatically corrected him "Madison!" as I noticed the soft palms and well kept nails, a departure from his several days of not shaving. Like all women tend to do, I sized him quickly. A confirmed bachelor, too many details to enumerate. Then I rammed my hand back inside my glove and said "I have a few things to get out of my car until I repack it in the morning. I'll be right back." I scurried to get away from him.

The snow was coming in large wet patches now and nightfall was quickly burying us also. I heard additional crunches through the wet packed snow behind and glanced over my shoulder. His longer legs had easily caught up with me as he was pulling on a heavy parka and gloves. "I said I could handle this!" I snapped. Why men automatically assumed I needed help could rankle me faster than anything else they could do. But he said nothing. His longer stride meant I also had to run to keep up. But as I was getting more things from the back, he had gone down on his knees to check under the car, then up to check the perimeter. Then leaning inside he made sure everything was secured and brake locked. I couldn't help but chuckle. As if the car was going anywhere. As he locked up, he came to the rear and easily grabbed everything else, plus some of my load, and we headed back to the cabin.

He said little and I was grateful. I had little I wanted to say and just wanted peace and quiet until tomorrow. Then I'd let him help me get the car out of the snowdrift and I'd find an alternate location to hibernate until New Year's Day.

It wasn't until we were back inside that the brief argument ensued over who would sleep where.

"Matt, I told you, I'm leaving tomorrow and I will sleep in the bunk room. You've rented the place for months and the master bedroom is yours." as I dumped my things on one of the twin beds in the "Bunk Room". I had name the long skinny room such since that is where all the nieces and nephews slept when they came for visits. I didn't bother to tell him all the sofas in the house let out into queen sized beds to accommondate the parents of the nieces and nephews.

"Maddy it is your home, and I insist you take the master....."

"MY NAME IS MADISON. M-A-D-I-S-O-N." I spelled it out for him and then slammed the bunk room door in his face. I heard his soft curse outside the door but finally his boots receded. Good! I just wanted a hot bath, some dinner and a bottle of wine and sleep. So I unpacked just enough things to achieve that objective and headed for the bath.

But as I neared the only bathroom in the small log cabin, I heard the water running. He had been fairly nice to this point and I figured he had started the water warming for me. What a surprise I got!

 

[Wicked Python]

Matt

“Jesus that woman is a pain in the ass. Some poor schmuck must have really pissed her off for her to be that angry.” That was probably the mildest thought I had about her after that run in. I'll tell Marti to find a new real estate broker when I get back. The water was hot enough now and I began to lather up and, as I bent over to wash my legs, I felt a slight breeze and did a mental “OH NO, its my shower now bitch, leave me alone.” Then without thinking I sucked in my stomach and turned. There she was, in a robe with a couple of towels. And she was staring, and turning bright red. I said, as frostily as I could, “Do you mind MADISON, I’m taking a shower now. Give me a few more minutes please.” Her head snapped up and she turned even redder than she had been. She turned abruptly and slammed the door as she left.

Letting out my stomach, much to my great relief, I began to chuckle, and then laugh, remembering the look on her face and where she was staring. After all the shit he had endured from her it was great payback. I finished lathering up and realized that the entire plot of the new book was coming into my mind. I guess thanks to her, but I won’t ever tell her that. As I finished lathering up, I washed my cock and balls and realized that I was hard and closed my eyes. As I did, she came to my mind; a softer, milder Maddie was there with me, beneath me as I fucked her. The release was fast and there was much cum. I noticed that there was some against the wall and I smiled as I turned off the water, leaving a souvenir for her.

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison

"The asshole will probably use all the hotwater!" I thought angrily. But I was really angry at myself. Crap! How could I have just stood there and stared at him like that? It's not like I haven't seen any before. Some better, some worse. All in all about average!

I went downstairs and opened a bottle of wine and started to reach for a glass. To hell with a glass. I just drank straight from the bottle. I always did that in my apartment in the city. That way I didn't need to wash a glass. OH GOOD. I hear the water shut off. I'll give him a few to dry and then its all mine.

I take the wine bottle and go to my room, stuffing it behind my pillows to stay cool until I finish my shower. Then I plan on drinking myself to sleep. Listening for opening and closing of doors, I finally grab my towels again and head to the shower.

The bastard actually left me some hot water. Good! I quickly washing my hair and rinse, then lather and shave my legs and underarms. I hate the nubbies. Rinsing and drying, I am out in just a few short minutes. Towel dry the hair and then a quick blower and I am ready to slip into my silk gown again. I love the feel the silk gown makes sliding over my nipples and silky nub-free legs. Throw the towels over the shower frame to dry and I am ready for my wine and some sleep.

I rush from the bath and run straight into him. I look down because all he is wearing is a towel. I shake my head in frustration and push past him, saying nothing. What I want to say would be rude considering he is paying way too much in rent for this cabin. I just have to be nice until I can leave tomorrow.

"Goodnight Matt." I manage to mumble as I push past him in the narrow hallway. I am almost to the Bunk Room door when I look back. He has entered the Master Bedroom and is about to close the door. Has a smirk on his face as he snatches off his towel. Giving me a quick look at his nakedness, he smirks "Good night Maddie." and shuts the door.

I am so shocked I stood there for several long moments before slamming my door. I heard him chuckle.

 

[Wicked Python]

Matt

“Christ, that was a shitty thing to do to her, funny, but shitty. And so totally out of character for me. Why the hell did I do that?” She had really looked so damn good in that silk gown, and it didn’t hide as much as she thought it did. The picture in my mind of her in the sheer magenta gown, her dark areoles and hard nipples, her close shaved pubic hair and curved ass and the outline of her body made my cock stir. But also, in my mind, suddenly I saw my new book.

Grabbing my jeans, a t-shirt and heavy socks, I rushed to my laptop and began typing. The words flew to the keyboard and when I finally stopped, I looked at what I wrote and can’t believe I have 4 chapters outlined. I quickly saved it and brought up a new page; again I began to write and, once again, when I looked at what I wrote, it said, “Maddie lay across the bed, her ample breasts sticking up for me and her legs spread, waiting for me to come into her.” My mouth dropped open and I reached out and erased it all and decided to go to bed.

First I knocked on the door to the bunkhouse and, when she said to come in, I opened the door and entered. She was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, most of a bottle of wine gone. She looked at me and seemed more relaxed than I had seen her since I had met her earlier this evening. I said to her, “Madison, I apologize for before. It was a childish thing to do, will you forgive me?”

She looked at me, took another swig from the bottle and promptly started to fall over. I reached out and grabbed the bottle before it fell over, placing the bottle on the nightstand. I pulled the covers down, lifted her onto the sheets and found myself staring at her face. It’s relaxed now and she is indeed beautiful and as I look, her eyes opened for a moment, seemed to focus on mine and she smiled. She closed them again and is quickly back in a deep sleep. I pulled up the covers and quietly left the room.

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison

I slept better at the cabin than I ever slept in the city. Don't know why really. Maybe the wine but I doubt it. I dream of snow and nude men with soft hands and breakfast. A real break like Pops used to make. I came awake slowly smelling the sausage and eggs and kettle cakes. Without thinking about decorum, I kicked back the covers, rush out of the bunk room, a quick stop into the bath for necessities and to brush cotton from my teeth and mouth, then nearly ran down the stairs the large commond room downstairs.

At the foot of the stairs I stopped and inhaled the smells and sights. Ah just like Pops made the few time he had visited my cabin. The table was set with tablecloth, coffee, orange juice, homemade looking buscuits, platter of bacon and sausage rolls, bowls of hasbrowns and a large platter of kettlecakes. Hot syrup and cold butter. I also called out "Pops" until Matt came around the corner bringing the last of the breakfast foods, a plate with scrambled eggs.

He smiled at me and I glowed at him, my delight probably looked foolish but I really didn't care. "What's all the food for?" I ask cheerfully. He laughed "For us! Celebrating my new book start. Care to dig in?" Of course, hell I wanted to dig in. I slid in the side chair and Matthew slid in the the host's chair. "A woman could get used to this." I mumble meaningless. I didn't notice the look he gave me.

I ate like a starving horse. Everything was perfect and every bit as good as Pops could have cooked. When I was finally sated, I pushed back and said "Since we have a dishwater, I'm going back to bed." I stood to waddle off when Matthew gently drew his arm around my waist and pull me to him "Not even a proper thanks for the chef?" His warm twinkling eyes were daring me and I was so happy and content, that it happened before I thought about.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my hands in his hair, and pulled his much taller frame over to kiss me. My lips were slightly open and full of delight from breakfast. His hands slid around my waist to my lower back and he pulled me suddenly to him hard and fast. His mouth came down over mine seeking and searching, and mine responded. I push my pelvis hard against him and found his hardness.

My most intimate tissues suddenly suffused with wetness and my legs opened without invitation.

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison

Then suddenly embarrassed by my kissing and shoving myself against him, I blushed and pushed away, muttering apologies. Like normally in my life, I now had two left feet and didn't know what to say or where to look, so I tried to back away. Nearly tripped over one of the chairs but he caught me.

 

[Wicked Python]

Matt

One half my brain asked, “Why did you do that?” The other half answered, “Because you are wildly attracted to this woman, that’s why asshole!” As it came out of my mouth, "Not even a proper thanks for the chef?” I couldn’t believe I had said it. She’s going to slap you and walk away. As I prepared to be severely rebuked, she threw her arms around my neck, pulled me down into a kiss and I reacted by pulling her tight against me. Too late I realized that my hard on was pressing against her through my light sweats and she kissed me hard, pushing her lips and body against mine. I couldn’t help myself, as my hands began to roam her back, pulling her even tighter against me.

Suddenly her hands went to my chest and she pushed me away, saying something about being sorry, that she didn’t know where that came from, but she was so sorry. She backed away from me, embarrassed and blushing, and hit the edge of one of the chairs. She began to fall, and my instincts made me grab at her to keep her from falling. She twisted and yelled as she fell so that her back was to me and my arms encircled her and pulled her to me. One of my hands rested low on her stomach, about where her pubic hair would start, the other had her breast captured, the nipple hard against my palm. I began to massage her breast through her sweatshirt top, and kiss her neck. As I realized what I was doing, I started to pull away when her hands took mine, stopping my retreat.

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison

"It's been too damned long" I muttered and then cringed. Couldn't believe I actually said it out loud but then heard him mutter something similar. At that precise moment, I didn't care about anything other than getting laid and fast.

I didn't care that I ripped my own clothes off like a bitch in heat or that he came out of his just as quickly. We didn't make any attempt to head for sofa or bedroom. Just dropped where we were and went for it.

Just his hands on my breasts and stomach as he caught me, and the quick but passionate kisses had been enough to erase a long standing drought in my case. Nothing fancy or romantic. I quickly laid back on the tile floor of the breakfast area, pulling on his hands to get him to follow me to the floor. I opened my legs and he slipped between my thighs. Reaching down I grabbed his hard cock and pulled it to my opening, rubbing it several times through my wetness and against my clit. I almost came just rubbing against the head of him.

But then he shoved inside, filling me with as much as my body could take of him. Like I said, nothing fancy or romantic, no words to try and justify the mating. Just the basic act. And damned it was good. Just hard ramming thrusts with my hips thrusting up to meet him.

I remember my back arching as I came fast, which seem to take him by surprise at my quickness. He even slowed down and began to caress and kiss me. The second time I came, he was emptying into me at the same time.

"It's been too damned long since...." I started to say but quickly got quiet. We stayed locked together until softness returned to him, then we became like strangers again. Each grabbing our clothes and dressing, acting as if nothing had happened.

Breakfast hadn't been that bad either.

 

[Wicked Python]

Matt

“Jesus, it’s been a long time” I thought to myself, but realized that I had said it out loud. As I looked at her she began to pull her clothes off and I did as well. She dropped to the floor, grabbing my hand and dragging me down with her. As I came between her legs she grabbed my cock and rubbed it through her pussy, sending little shocks through my body. I almost came right there as I felt her reaction to my cock on her clit.

I rammed inside of her then, and her hips met me, thrust for thrust, but she came quickly and the look on her face made it obvious that she hadn’t expected that. I slowed, bending my head to kiss her and caress her body, trying to prolong our mating. It only managed to slow it a little and, as I exploded into her, I felt and heard her come again. She started to say something but stopped before any real words came out.

I had flipped us over so her petite body wasn’t crushed beneath mine and we stayed that way as our breathing returned to normal. My cock slowly softened and when it finally became too soft, it slipped out of her, letting loose a flood of our juices. As if it was a signal to both of us, Maddie jumped up and dressed hurriedly, stammering something about a good breakfast, she rushed from the room. I had stood and dressed as she was finishing and leaving. I cleared, cleaned and put away the breakfast dishes, pots and pans.

I poured a last cup of coffee and went to my laptop. The door to the bunkroom was closing and as I sat, there on the screen was “Maddie lay across the bed, her ample breasts sticking up for me and her legs spread, waiting for me to come into her.” OH Shit, it didn’t erase, and she just saw that. I stood to go and apologize when the door to the bunkroom opened and she stood there, smiling.

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison

I couldn't believe I was standing there smiling and about to suggest what I was going to suggest. But that was me. Once I make my mind up, there is little that will make me change it. So I smiled at him, and walked over to where he sat at his laptop.

"It's like this, Matthew. I just checked outside and, well we're not going anywhere. At least not today and possibly tomorrow. And I could use the fun and I think you could use the fun. So no commitments, no promises, no fake endearments. You don't have to court me and I don't have to face you again after the storm breaks and I leave this mountain. Once your rental time is up, you can leave and don't have to worry about some lovesick marriage crazed female pursuing you, begging and pleading for you to come back to her. We're both professionals with our own lives. So? What do you say? Can we just have all the sex we want without getting crazy over it?"

I stood there and waited for his answer. I had the most awful feeling though he already regretted what we did moments earlier. And when you're snowbound in a small cabin, embarrassment is a fairly strong emotion to deal with. If he said "no thanks I've had better", I would probably retreat to the bunk room and not come out until the snow melted. He seemed to take a long time thinking it over. SHIT. Why did I propose this again? Suddenly I didn't feel very confident about myself.

 

[Wicked Python]

Matt

When she finished, I stood there dumb struck. Here a beautiful and desirable woman just proposed unlimited sex, no commitments, nothing again after she leaves the mountain. When I was finally able to speak again, I said simply and to the point, “You bet your sweet ass I would love that. Only one condition, if either of us doesn’t feel that way, at anytime, that ends it.” Her mouth opens to say something, and I press my finger against her lips to quiet her. “Let me finish, But, and a very big but, if we both feel differently by the time you are able to drive out, about anything, then we talk; and if one of us doesn’t feel that way, then we don’t talk”

She thought for a moment then nodded. I stepped closer to her and she glanced at the screen on the laptop, and smiled, and I fear I may have blushed. She answered by stepping up to me, pulling my head down to her and kissing me, hard and passionate. She was wearing the same sweats, as was I and my hands went into the waistband but I was so much taller that I stopped and just kissed her for a few more moments and then I took her hand and let her into the master bedroom, where I pulled off my sweats and she pulled hers off. I stared at her and she blushed and I said, “Please, don’t be embarrassed, you’re a lovely woman and should be stared at.”

I reached out and took her hand and led her to the bed, and laid her down, her legs dangling at the edge. I lifted her legs and spread them, again staring at her pussy and again she blushed. I began to kiss her thighs but I felt her hands on my head pull me to her cunt, then she separated her vaginal lips, showing me her hard pearl surrounded by wet pink tissue. I moved her hands and pulled her apart with mine, then dipped my head and began to feast on her pussy. My tongue ran flat against her clit and her hips thrust up to press harder. Her legs pulled me into her pussy, and I used my tongue and lips to suck, lick and bite lightly at her. I reached and took her legs, lifting them high, and bending them back, exposing her all the way to the crack in her round lush ass. Again I leaned in and slowly let her down against my tongue, probing her anus a little and continuing down. Her body was thrusting against my mouth and there were sounds, seemingly coming from deep down in her center. Then, “Matt, please come up to me, please.” I stopped then and rose up, getting on the bed with her.

 

[Misty Knight]

“Matt, please come up to me, please.” The request was so soft I wasn't sure I had spoken but then he reacted. He had me so close to another orgasm and I wasn't ready yet. The first time for us, on the kitchen floor, had been a purely lustful release. This time I want slow lovemaking with lots of foreplay. As he laid next to me, and I could feel my near orgasm still bubbling just under the surface. His hand sweeps across my stomach and down to my pubic hair but I knew I was lost if he touched me.

I reach down and quickly grab his hand, pulling it up and placing it on my breast. I let both my hands wrap around his neck, pull him down for a kiss. Firstly slowly, exploring and then more aggresively I kiss him. My hands work out across his wide shoulders and down his arms and back. I feel all his muscles, tensed and about to spring.

As I pull my hands forward to his chest, I quickly push him away and over onto his back. "What the hell?" and the tone in his voice says he thinks I am playing some cat and mouse game. I raise up on my knees next to him, surveying him fully. I take his cock in my hand and stroke slowly, from the base to the wide head and down again. Leaning over, I place a small suckling kiss right at the tip over the slit, tasting the thick clear liquid bubbling there. His hips thrust so hard, he almost dislodged me. But I slide my lips tightly over him, sucking deeply as I work my way down his cock, feeling the thick head and rim passing over my tongue, the thick veins throbbing with each of his heartbeats.

I think he likes this. It's not something I have ever been very good at, or enjoyed very much, but I can taste our combined fluids from the first fuck and we taste great together.

 

[Wicked Python]

Matt

As I lay next to her, her full lush breast beneath my hand, her rock hard nipple burning fire in my palm, and her lips locked on mine, I want to continue making love to her, to climb back between her legs and make her come, with my tongue and lips and fingers. But she has me trapped, pleasantly trapped, but carefully avoiding any contact I might have with her cunt. I realize that she was closer than she wanted, and I let her control us. Suddenly, surprising me as she had in the dining room, eliciting a surprised grunt of "What the hell?", she pushed me over on my back and got to her knees next to me, her ass next to my face.

I feast my eyes on her large tits hanging down, swaying as she moves. I am almost hypnotized by their sensuality and, as one of my major arousals; I warn her quietly to becareful, that I could come anywhere now. She took my cock in her hand and slid her hand down over it, bending to it and sucking in the head, already sensitive. I reacted by thrusting up hard, almost coming with that one movement. I realize she is not expert at this and I find I don’t care, I revel in her just being there and doing it to me.

My hand rests in her hair, the other is moving up her thigh. Finding crustiness from our earlier lovemaking and I pull her leg over and reach up and, putting my hands on her ass, pull her down to my waiting mouth. I find the crusty spots and lick them off of her thighs and I move up to her clit. As my tongue touches her hard bud, she moans loudly and tries to pull away from me. My hands keep her there and I use the roughness of my tongue flat against her clit to make her come, knowing she didn’t want to, but unable to stop myself. I felt her mouth leave me and she moved away from me. I reached out and pulled her back, engulfing her in my arms and kissing her, hard and her breast on my chest and her leg open too accept my cock lying across her slit. I rose up and turned her over and went behind her. My hands on her hips and my cock at her entrance, I slowly entered her, careful not to touch her sensitive clit. As I felt the comfort of being surrounded by her vagina, I began to slowly move in and out of her, not knowing how long my body could keep from empting itself into her.

 

[Misty Knight]

I have always been a woman in charge of her own life and her own business and what little time left over for lovemaking was done at my time and leisure. Matthew was destroying my illusion quickly.

He had me on my knees, m face rested lower across my arm. His hands on my upturned hips control every facet of the lovemaking - speed, depth, angle, everything. I liked it. Hell I love it. I gave in completely, letting his drive his huge hardness into me. I had heard that there was a place behind the womb, where a large endowed man could managed to gain a couple more inches of penetration. I have no idea that this could feel the woman to bursting.

I felt possessed, owned, stretched. I loved it. When I came again, my legs were like goop. Luckily Matt held me up in place as he continued to plunder into me, pounding relentless until his own climax ripped through him. Then we fell into a mound, still hooked together across the bed, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I was almost asleep when I heard him whisper "We're just getting started." Oh my!!

 

[Wicked Python]

I had learned years ago, from a gentle woman almost 15 years older than me, that to fuck, you only needed a willing cunt, to make love you needed to know your lovers “Buttons” and you needed to know when to push them. She taught me a lot, and we spent many an afternoon and evening doing my "lessons."

While I was pounding into Madison, trying to slow myself from coming, I changed my position, my arms going around her waist, and breasts, my lips to her neck and shoulder. I felt her vagina begin to spasm, the muscles clenching around my cock, and her voice shouting out my name. As her climax passed she began to collapse and I held her up, continuing to pump into her. I felt my balls begin their retreat and, just as suddenly, I felt my cum race through my cock exploding inside of her, over and over it came, until there was nothing left. At that point I tightened my hold on her and let myself collapse, turning her with me, still inside of her.

I pulled her into me, tightly spooning and our bodies becoming almost as one. Her breathing was calming, mine was just beginning to. I thought to myself that no matter what we agreed to, and I wouldn’t say anything stupid to her, “I was beginning to feel something, and we’re just getting started”, I think the last was said out loud, but it didn’t matter, her breathing was that of someone asleep, of which I would be soon.

 

[Misty Knight]

I slept soundly and awoke refreshed. I almost stretched when I realized the warmth behind me was Matt. I stayed still and let my eyes adjust to the lack of light in the room. I replayed our sexual encounters over and over in my mind, like a movie, smiling at some parts, in awe at other parts. Finally glancing over to the digital clock softly illuminated on the dresser, I saw it was middle of the night.

Slowly and carefully I slid out of the warmth of the bed and instantly regretted it. The room was cold. I quickly checked outside and even though there was supposed to be a full moon, the only illumination was the cabin's security light near the woodline. And between the window I stared out of and the security light, nothing but heavy wet-looking snow fell. The one thing I loved about snow like this is that it blanketed all sounds, giving one the feeling of being totally inside a cocoon. I went quickly to the hall and checked the thermostat. Thankfully it was working, but Matt must have turned it down very low. He had it set at 55. I turned it to 65. Visited the kitchen for some juice and then headed back to the bathroom.

I turned on the heat lamp to help warm up the room and turned the water on to warm. I felt covered in sex, smell and substance, and I wanted to feel squeaky clean. I have lathered and was beginning to rinse off when I felt the burst of cool air into the room and Matt's warm body getting in behind me. I smiled. I had hoped he'd wake up and come find me. I had never made love in a shower before and had hope it would happen.

 

[Wicked Python]

Matt

I watched her as she stared out the window at the falling snow. Her body was outlined in the light from the security light and I stared in fascinated silence at her curves and valleys. She turned to leave the room and I hooded my eyes as I watched her, her breasts swaying and bouncing slightly as she walked naked from the room. I lay there, wanting to know what she was going to do and she returned shortly, carrying a glass of something and went into the bathroom.

I heard the water come on, then the water changed and sounded as if the water was hitting a body and then she began to hum to herself as she lathered up. I stood then, the frigid air hitting my body as it had hers and I quickly made my way to the bathroom. I opened the door and shut it quickly, moving up to her as she stood in the door less shower. I had never figured out how the water had kept from splashing everywhere but so far it had never done that.

Obviously she knew I was there, because stealth was never one of my strong suits, and sure enough, as I put my arms around her and asked her if she needed someone to wash her back, she turned in my arms, reached around my neck and kissed me, murmuring “Yes, but I would like to make love too, if you have the time.” I chuckled at that and mentioned that since we were snowed in I had all the time in the world.

“Madison, I have to ask you to tell me what to call you besides Madison. It’s just too formal a name to call you while we make love.” Madison’s reaction was strange, but pleasant. She asked me to lift her up and hold and kiss her, face to face, then she would tell me. I lifted her petite body up until her face was even with mine. We began a long hard passionate kiss, my hands beneath her almost perfect butt. As the kiss finished she told me the name to call her.

 

[Misty Knight]

I whispered the special nickname family members had always called me. I thought surely that is what he meant. He laughed so hard, I thought he was going to drop me. "NO! No fucking way am I calling you Sonny while I make love to you." Matt laughed.

"But that's what family calls me. Though everyone else calls me Madison." I answered rather angrily.

"Then I'm going to call you Maddie!" he announced. I frowned and explained it always sounded like a "sissy" name to me. Matt looked up and down my body, and said "You're a sissy alright. So Maddie it is." His mouth covered mine for a passionate kiss before I could argue again. His feet manuevered mine further apart and then his hand caressed my ass, then drew my leg up around his hip. I wrapped one arm around his neck, and drew my other leg up around his other hip. I guided his hard cock to my cunt, letting the thick head rest just inside my small lips, then that hand circled his neck as well.

I held on just in time, because he suddenly rammed inside me until we were fully connected. A couple of steps and he had my back pressed into the cool tiles and the hot water was flowing over us. His hips continued to drive his throbbing erection deep into me while his mouth sucked from one nipple to the other. He was so hard and full, I could feel every swollen vein of his cock as he pumped in and out of me. And the thickness of the head and rim felt like it was stretching me further with each stroke.

His one free hand, stayed between us manipulating my swollen and very hard sensitive clit. I lost count of how many times he made me come. I was impressed! I had never been multi orgasmic before and he had stamina I had never had in a lover before. Then again, I had never had many lovers, seemed like much ado over nothing. My work was far more important that sweaty, less than satisfying sex!

All in all I was enjoying being stranded in a snow storm with a stranger. I had the weirdest thought as I came for what seem like the 10th time - I hope his rent check hasn't bounced. That's me, Madison Autry. Business woman and pragmatist.

 

[Wicked Python]

As I held her, she whispered the name to call her, “Sonny”. The only Sonny I could picture in my minds eye was a 320 pound Hells Angel biker I met doing research for an article I wrote in college. I saw that and began to laugh, almost dropping Maddie. "NO! No fucking way am I calling you Sonny while I make love to you." I kept thinking of her as Maddie while we made love, so when she told me that Sonny was what everyone in her family, and her closest friends, called her and Maddie was a sissy name, I looked at her from head to toe, as best I could, and said, “You’re definitely a sissy, so Maddie it is!”

Then as she opened her mouth to argue with me, I covered her mouth with mine, not letting her argue me out of it. I separated her legs a little further with mine, moving my hand to her ass, running my finger up and down the crack of her ass, and as I pressed against her small entrance, I pushed just a little to see how she might react. She seemed to enjoy it, pushing her ass out to increase the pressure.

I took her leg and lifted it up to my hip, her arm went around my neck and she lifted her other leg up and put my cock against her pussy lips, and as I felt her other arm around my neck I pushed into her, all the way to my balls. I moved a few steps and pressed her against the tiles, the hot water splashing over us. my hips driving my cock into her while my mouth sought out her tits, and firm erect nipples. I rubbed my tongue across them, and heard a soft moan each time. My free hand was rubbing her swollen sensitive clit, and I felt every orgasm she had, my pleasure increasing with each one. I kept pounding into her, finally feeling my balls and cock begin their short journey to my climax.

I felt myself about to release and rubbed her clit harder, her orgasm continuing while mine exploded out of me, I began calling out “Maddie” over and over. As I finished, I turned and found the tile bench and sat, my cock still inside of her and still feeling her pussy quivering and my cock feeling each one. Maddie’s head rested on my shoulder, her breathing still coming in ragged pants, but definitely slowing, mine no different. We sat that way for a awhile, until the water started to cool and we got out, grabbing towels and drying each other.

 

[Misty Knight]

We dried each other off, slowly, more at playing than actual drying. I didn' say much, just enjoying all the sensations that he could arouse in me with nothing more than a look and a towel. I quickly blew my shoulder length hair dry as he watched and then he opened his arms to me and smiled.

Suddenly I felt like this wasn't somewhere I was comfortable. The relationship not the sex. So I asked rather flippantly "Would you like a midnight snack?" and I quickly made my way to kitchen, with no idea what I would fix for snacks.

 

[Wicked Python]

I loved watching her as she dried her hair, the movements of her body, her gestures, everything about her. As she finished, I stood and opened my arms to her and she got a funny expression and turned, walking out the door and saying, seemingly dismissingly, "Would you like a midnight snack?" My smile disappeared and I answered, “Sure, that’d be great.” I followed her down the hall, towards the kitchen, a feeling of unease, like I had possibly overstepped somewhere and I didn’t know where. I decided to confront her while we ate. I didn’t want to go someplace I wasn’t welcome anymore.

I set the table as she gathered up sandwich stuff and put together sandwiches, salads and drinks. As we ate, I still felt ill at ease and finally said, “Madison, what’s going on here? You’ve suddenly became very cool. Did I say something; do something; what?” Waiting for the answer, I wasn’t quite sure I wanted to hear it.

 

[Misty Knight]

You know, men really piss me off! They make a decision and stick to it regardless of what you tell them or why. He had asked me my name, what to call me when we made love. I told him. It hadn't suited him. He made a different decision and because he is the man.....well, hell, it had to be right. Right?

He doesn't have a clue what he did wrong. Or does he? I have always suspected they know exactly what they do to piss us off and then pull that little boy innocent crap on us women. I really let me piss me off.

Suddenly, eating my snack, I started thinking about my business situation. The best thing to do was to tell the 87 year old man to take his business and shove it. He had brought me his advertising business right after I started my small firm. Didn't like big firms with lots of partners to deal with. So he came to me, liked my hands on approach and had stuck with me. It didn't matter that because of me, his company products were now nationally known brands. Suddenly he was having a senior moment and now thought having a male partner was what he wanted. I should slap the shit out of the old geezer, tell him to take his business and go back to some large advertising firm that treated him like a client and not like someone's very important grandfather. Yep. That's what I should do but then there would go 71.3% of my gross revenue.

Matthew was looking at me again. I think he asked me something and I don't know what it was. Men really piss me off! So I did the only thing I could think of, I screamed at him "I DON'T LIKE BEING CALLED MADDIE!" and seeing the look of surprise on his face, I tried to calm myself. To hell with this!

I pushed my chair back, circled the small table and grabbed his hand. Pulled him up, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him as hard, deeply and passionately as I could. Then I dropped my hands, snatched his soft warmup pants down and pushed him back into his seat. I knelt between his knees and began to massage and stroke him, letting my tongue tease at the slit and lick repeatedly around the rim. Once he was nice and hard, I got up and walked towards the master bedroom.

 

[Wicked Python]

I watched her face and she was wrestling with something so I sat back and waited. Then, she looked up, staring straight at me and yelled, "I DON'T LIKE BEING CALLED MADDIE!". The power of the words, not the words, surprised me, which she noticed. She seemed to calm quickly and stood suddenly, came around to me, pulled on my hand to stand and kissed me, not a “let’s make up kiss” but a “promises to come” kiss.

My hands had started to roam and she wiggled against me when she suddenly let go of me, yanked down my sweats and pushed me back into the chair. She knelt in front of me, taking my cock into her hands, rubbing and stroking it until it began to become erect. Then she began to tease my cock with her tongue, concentrating on the sensitive head, sending shocks of electricity to my entire body. I know I moaned several times as she caught the exact spot on my cock that was the most sensitive. My erection was almost painful and I felt as if I would come any second.

As suddenly as she started, she stopped, stood and headed back down the hall, to the master bedroom. Pulling up my sweats I followed, saying just loud enough, “Sonny, I’m sorry,” which made her pace slow briefly, then she was through the door, slamming it shut and locking it. I stood at the door, feeling like I knew the solution, but was unable to use it. “Sonny, I’ll be in the living room. If you want I’ll figure a way out of here in the morning come back when you’ve left. Sonny, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I turned from the door and walked back out to the living room, stretching out on the couch, pulling the afghan down to cover myself and trying to sleep. Which, of course I couldn’t do. She kept moving through my thoughts until I heard a noise. I closed my eyes to slits and saw her outlined in the doorway, still in her sweats, just staring at me. I waited.