“They look okay.” She walked into the bathroom and put her foot on the edge of the tub. “But my toes are still cold.”
“Well frostbite can get you anywhere, so we’ll need to check more than just your toes.” I tried to suppress a smile, but I saw a slight grin forming on her concerned face.
“Oh.” She looked over at me and her eyes got wide. “You mean?”
“A full body examination. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.” I suppressed a laugh, only allowing a slight chuckle.
“Um…” She furrowed her brow and looked at the water.
“Come on, strip down before the water gets cold.” My words had a bit more bite than before.
“You better not be lying to me.” She started removing her shirt.
Why would I lie? Who would lie to see your gorgeous tits?
“I’m not.” A huge grin spread across my face while her shirt was covering her eyes, but it retreated to the serious stare when she could see me again.
“This doesn’t look very good.” I reached over and touched her shoulder, which was red and starting to bruise. “Did I do that pulling you out of the car?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I banged it on the door when I tried to force it open.”
“The skin isn’t broken, so it should heal without any issues.” I looked at her other shoulder, tilted her chin to look under her neck and then examined the rest of her upper torso except for her breasts, which were still covered by her bra.
“Anything?” She asked.
“Everything looks good so far.” I replied. “Let me help you with this.” I took her bra clasp between my fingers.
I bet they’re beautiful.
“Can nipples really get frostbitten?” She held her hands over her breasts as I unsnapped it.
“Yes, they can.” I nodded with confidence. “Let’s have a look.”
She didn’t say a word as the bra fell loose. I turned her back around and lifted it so it wouldn’t touch the injured area on her shoulder, dropping the strap on her arm. I pulled her hands down and let the bra fall to the floor, exposing her breasts.
They were perfectly rounded with small circular areolas. They still had the firmness of youth and they were voluptuous. I was seeing them at their best. I couldn’t help but stare for a moment as I let the image sear into my mind.
I won’t have to imagine those again—that’s a permanent memory.
I knelt and pretended to examine the area underneath them, while keeping both eyes firmly entrenched on the splendid sight. If I hadn’t taken time to pleasure myself earlier in the evening, I would have been rock hard seeing them so close. When I felt like I couldn’t stare any longer without causing her to get uncomfortable, I stood up and gave her a nod that everything was okay.
She had a rosy tint to her cheeks and they were flushed with a little bit of embarrassment. I got the feeling she had never been examined like that before. She reached down to her jeans and unfastened them. My heart was pounding with excitement when I got a glimpse of her neon pink panties peeking over the top of the denim.
“Pretty sure I’m safe down here.” She pushed her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them.
“Put your foot on the edge of the tub.” I motioned towards the edge of the ceramic.
Let me see that gorgeous pussy—I’m ready to add that to my permanent memories as well.
“Okay.” She perched on her right foot and I took a moment to examine her long slender leg.
“Looks good.” Now the other one. She swapped over to the other leg and I gave it the same treatment.
“Am I in the clear?” She asked.
Almost.
“We’ve got a couple more places to check.” I motioned to her panties.
“I think everything beneath them is perfectly fine. I’ll check it myself while I’m in the water.” She raised her eyebrows in concern.
Nope, not interested in taking no for an answer.
“Heather, let me make sure you’re safe.” I reiterated in a rather commanding tone that caused her to snap to attention and swallow a lump in her throat.
“Fine…” She reached into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. “Just a quick look though…”
That’s really all I need, blonde goddess.
“The front looks okay, both hands on the tub and I’ll check the rest.” I walked behind her.
“Seriously, it’s okay.” She placed her hands on the tub, bending over. “I really don’t think my butt got frostbite.”
“If you were going to get it, that would be the best place for it.” I leaned over and admired the curves that formed a heart-shaped aura around her lower abdomen.
“Why is that?” She asked.
Of course she fell for that line.
“Because it is the easiest spot to warm up.” I gave her a firm smack in the center of her ass.
“Hey!” She said with in a startled tone. “That wasn’t very professional.”
“Just checking to make sure you still had feeling back here.” I suppressed a laugh as I stood up.
“I definitely have feeling back there.” She muttered as she stood back up.
“Hold on…” I took her right leg in my hand. “There’s something…Oh.”
I would recognize the sight of a woman’s orgasm anywhere, especially when it’s all over the outside of her pussy and dried up in the crevice of her thighs.
“What?” She stood up and looked at me with a confused stare.
“I see you found a way to pass the time while you were waiting on a rescue.” I winked at her.
“Oh my God!” She took a step back and then climbed into the tub. “That’s beyond embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. That is what I’d do as well if I thought I was going to freeze to death.” I gave her another wink and walked back towards the living room.
That was surely unexpected.
Heather gave into the examination easily, so I felt like the odds of getting her into my bed before the storm was over were in my favor. While she was soaking and cleaning herself, I sat down in my chair and picked up my drink. The chair had a very strategic location I had never really realized until that moment.
Damn…
The mirror in the bathroom reflected the tub and the mirror reflected off the window. I could watch her bathe without her having any idea. My cock started to swell up in my pants, lusting for the beautiful blonde goddess that was there in the flesh. We had no future and frankly, I didn’t want a future with her, I just wanted to fuck her.
I’m so going to fuck you.
She was the hottest piece of ass I had seen in six years and the fact she was deposited in my lap—figuratively and soon to be literally—was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. She soaked for nearly forty-five minutes before finally draining the water and standing up.
I watched as the towel glided across her smooth skin and then rubbed the water out of her hair. I had a chuckle when she tied it around her breasts to reenter the living room. She had nothing to hide at that point.
“I’ll be back in a minute.” She picked up her bag and walked around the corner to the bedroom.
“Take your time.” I nodded and smirked.
She shuffled through her bag and then I heard a hairdryer, followed by silence. I was disappointed I couldn’t watch the process, but I decided to just bide my time with my drink and the thoughts I had already turned into permanent memories I would remember long after she was gone.
When she was done, she walked around the corner looking like the same goddess I had seen earlier that day. A fresh pair of yoga pants formed a perfect seal around her ass and the t-shirt she chose to wear was tight on her stomach. The University of Tennessee logo was stretched across her breasts and I couldn’t help but laugh at the word Volunteers along the bottom—I certainly had a lot of wonderful, dirty things she could volunteer to do.
She entered the room and picked up her cell phone, staring at the screen. I watched as
she walked to the wall and pressed her charger into the outlet, letting it remain on the table to charge. It wasn’t going to matter much if she did get it charged because the spotty service wasn’t going to let her send or receive calls. She finally got her necessities tended to and walked over to the chair across from me, taking a seat.
She immediately picked up the glass of whiskey and swallowed an impressive gulp. There was color in her skin again and she didn’t seem to have any hint of the time she spent in the cold except for a few light red spots around her feet.
“Are you feeling better?” I lifted my glass and stared at her.
“Much better, thank you.” She nodded. “I really do appreciate you saving me and—just everything you’re doing for me.”
“Are you hungry?” I looked over at the clock on the wall. “It’s technically morning now.”
“I’m okay for now. I don’t think I’m quite ready for food. Did you even sleep?” She followed my eyes to the clock.
“No, not really.” I answered honestly.
“I’m feeling pretty worn out.” She sighed and stared at the floor. “Do you have a couch I could crash on hidden anywhere?”
“Don’t be silly, you can sleep in my bed.” I pointed towards the bedroom.
“I’m your guest, I can’t make you sleep on the couch.” She yawned.
“I don’t have a couch, but it is a king-sized bed. You stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine.” I shrugged with a smirk on my face.
“Well you’ve seen me naked, so I guess it’s okay to sleep with you.” Her words lingered there for a moment. “In the same bed.”
Right. Nice play. I should have come up with that.
“I’ll be in there in a minute. The right side is mine.” I stood up and gathered our glasses.
I cleaned up the living room as she walked into the bedroom. I wasn’t going to push for what I wanted so soon after what she had been through, especially after I plied her with alcohol, but there would be plenty of time when she had some sleep to refresh her beautiful eyes.
My possessive nature was already starting to really kick in. I hadn’t felt that way about any other woman except the one I married. The hardest part would be just letting her get back in that red sedan and drive away once the storm passed. I hoped the lust and desire I was feeling would pass once I was able to finally fuck her. I really didn’t want to get involved with anyone, I just needed to get my dick wet.
I finished cleaning up enough for it to be presentable again and walked into the bedroom. She was already in bed with the covers pulled up tight, but her eyes were open. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it in the hamper. I could see a bit of interest in her sparkling green orbs when she saw it come off.
That’s right baby. You’ve never seen a man like me.
I removed my pants and stood there in my boxers, turning away to put them in the hamper with my shirt. She didn’t take her eyes off me as I walked around the bed and pulled back my side of the covers. I stretched once to let her see the outline of my cock against my boxers before I put a knee on the bed. If she wanted to stare, I’d give her something to look at.
Eye-fuck me all you want right now—you’ll get the real thing soon enough.
“You don’t wear pajamas?” She watched as I started to climb into bed.
“Normally I go to bed naked, but I figured I should keep my boxers on tonight.” I slid under the covers and lifted her side to see what she was wearing. “You’re one to talk.”
“I’m wearing a nightgown.” She replied harshly.
“Yeah, what’s underneath it?” I reached over and grabbed the edge.
“Stop it!” She smacked my hand.
Mmm. Foreplay.
“That’s going to cost you.” I slid over and grabbed her hip, rolling her towards me so I could smack her ass through the gown.
“Okay, I’m sorry!” She squealed and turned her ass away from me.
“See, you aren’t wearing pajamas either.” I pulled the edge of her nightgown up. “I’m not even sure I’d call those panties. I hope you didn’t pay full price for that strip of fabric.”
“My panties are none of your concern.” She pushed her nightgown back to her knees. “Go back to your side of the bed like you promised!”
“Good night, Heather.” I planted a quick kiss on her forehead and laughed as I turned over to face the wall.
She will be mine.
I could have probably had her right there if I pushed for it, but anticipation was part of the fun. It would make the inevitable a lot more pleasurable if she was burning with desire for me before she even saw my cock. I felt like I could easily seduce her; I could play the hero card, I could tell her she owed me, I could say a million things that would make her reluctantly remove her panties so I could do what I wanted, but that wasn’t how I wanted it. I needed it to be real.
I wanted her to be invested in the experience—I wanted to feel enthusiastic lips around my cock instead of a reluctant girl swallowing my cock because she thought she owed me one for saving her life. We could have a lot of fun with the little bit of time we had together if the desire was mutual. I needed a few hours of sleep anyway.
I closed my eyes and I could tell I wasn’t going to be lying awake at all. I was so exhausted I didn’t even need the radio going to knock me out for once. I doubted I would sleep for long. The sun would be up soon and even if there were clouds covering the sky, there would still be too much light for me to keep my eyes closed.
Chapter 5: Heather
When my eyes opened, the only thing on my mind was Shane Black. I knew there was no way I had frostbite and I knew he was just using it as an excuse to get me out of my clothes, but there was a part of me that wanted him to see me naked.
I’m a virgin acting like I know what the hell I’m doing, but I’m in way over my head.
There was a part of me that wanted to do a whole lot more than just sleep beside him. What the hell was wrong with me? I had known the man less than a day I was already taking off my panties for him. The furthest I’d ever gone with a man was a hand job from a guy that made me cum with his finger.
I decided to just blame it on the wine, the emotional trauma of being lost in the snow, and the whiskey he gave me when we got to his cabin—it was good to have scapegoats. Perhaps my inner damsel-in-distress was just trying to reward her hero, but that wasn’t me. I was supposed to be the good kid. My sister was the promiscuous girl who went home with random strangers she met—that definitely wasn’t me.
Good girl. You’re a good girl, even if you want him so bad your pussy is wet just thinking about his eyes on you.
“You’re finally awake?” I heard Shane’s voice in the other room. “There’s coffee and breakfast if you want some.”
“Thank you. I’m definitely hungry now and coffee sounds amazing.” I crawled out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.
I was struggling with the lack of privacy in the cabin. It clearly wasn’t designed for guests. There wasn’t even a door on the bathroom. The entire cabin was open with a bar separating the kitchen from the dining room and a wall separating the bedroom from the living room. It was perfect for one person, or a couple that didn’t mind if someone watched them pee.
The bathroom was just a box against one of the walls. It had the necessities, but I wasn’t sure I could spend very long in such a strange environment. I walked to the kitchen and poured coffee into a mug that was waiting. I wasn’t sure what kind of caveman monstrosity he had cooked, but I was so hungry that I didn’t care—I just hoped he didn’t turn an animal I liked into breakfast sausage.
Please don’t be Bambi.
I bit into the end of the sausage link and realized it wasn’t bought at a store. I recognized the wild taste from when my grandfather used to cook us things he brought home from his hunts. It had so much butter soaked into it that I thought I was going to be on medication for high cholesterol by the time I was done, but it tasted amazing.
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sp; Shane showered while I was eating, making no effort to hide his half naked body as he headed towards the bathroom. I had been a little taken aback the night before, but I was starting to mind it less and less.
Damn he’s hot. I guess turnabout is fair play.
I walked towards the edge of the kitchen and peeked around the corner. There was something extremely desirable about Shane, even if he didn’t have a chiseled celebrity frame. He was the very definition of a real man. Every muscle in his body was built with purpose and hardened from actual labor. He didn’t have the inflated frame from lifting weights at the right angle to work muscles nobody ever used in the real world.
His shoulders were broad and his chest was thick, like a bulging mountain of muscles on his frame. I hadn’t gotten a chance to see him very well in the darkened room the night before and I was more caught up in shock than anything else. I had to catch my breath when he peeled off his towel and reached for a pair of clean boxers. He had a butt that was round on each side, tight with muscles, and resting comfortably on top of some very well-defined thighs. They were even more muscular than the rest of his body. I had never seen a man built like that in real life—he was straight out of a magazine or a movie.
That’s now the first card in my scrolling list of sexy men ready to pillage me.
When he went for a shirt and slipped it on, I retreated to the kitchen as quietly as I could. A couple of minutes later he walked around the corner, fully dressed except for his boots. I grabbed the pot of coffee and aimlessly refilled my cup.
“It looks like the worst of the storm is over.” I tried to make small talk, hoping he didn’t know I was literally gawking at him moments before.
“The first wave is over, yeah. We’ll get hit again tonight.” He picked up his coffee cup and sipped it.
“Seriously? How do you know?” I asked.
“Come with me.” He walked to the window and pointed up into the sky. “You see those clouds over there?”
“Yeah?” I replied with a half-question, half-statement.
“Those are moving away from Wolf Creek. That’s what hit us last night. Now look over there.” He pointed to the left. “Those are headed our way.”
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