The fire crackled peacefully, it's warmth and comforting glow belying the howling wind and blowing snow outside my window. The roads were far too treacherous to venture outside, so I was enjoying a good book when I heard the loud thud. When I looked out, I saw a late model sports car had apparently slid off the road into the ditch in front of my house. Struggling out of the door into the wind was a solitary figure, bundled tightly against winter's wrath.
I was loath to venture outside, but knew I had to offer some assistance. So, I wrapped myself in my parka, slipped on my boots, and went out into the snow, grabbing a flashlight from the toolbox. The figure had settled itself on the skewed hood, a cell phone held to its ear.
"It won't work, at least not for a while," I offered helpfully, "The storm took down a cell tower 'bout a half mile from here, and they won't be restoring service until the wind stops."
"Damn it, just my luck," said a smooth, feminine voice. She turned and I saw her face dimly through the blowing snow. She was fair, with a few wisps of red hair blowing around the edges of her hood. Her eyes were an intense green in my flashlight beam, and the scowl on her face did little to hide her beauty; delicate features, a small upturned nose and full lips.
"Looks like you're stuck but good" I said as I played the beam over her car. "I don't think you'll have much luck getting a tow truck out here until this storm blows over, either. But you're welcome to come back to my place and try" I indicated my small house on the top of the hill, the lights warm in the cold air.
Her face brightened slightly. "Well, if I'm going to be stuck, it looks like a warm place, anyway. I'm Colleen" She extended her hand, which I took lightly.
"Mark"
"Well, let's go! Lead on, sir!"
When we got in the porch, and shed our heavy outer clothes, my appreciation for her grew. She wore leggings that accentuated the graceful curves of her legs, and an oversized sweater that did little to hide an ample chest. When she bent to unlace her boots, I was treated to a view of a tight, round ass, perfectly shaped.
As I feared, no tow truck driver would brave the snow and wind until at least the morning, so she was stuck. I insisted she take my bed, and went to get blankets and sheets for the couch for me. When I returned, I found her puttering in the kitchen, water boiling in the kettle as she rooted through the cupboards.
"I figured we could both use something to warm us up after being out in the snow" She said. "And it's the very least I can do for you. You've been so helpful. So, we're going to have some of my mother's spiced rum. Presuming, of course, that you have some rum to put in it, and can help me find the cinnamon."
I laughed, and showed her the correct cupboards. Soon we were sitting on opposite ends of my couch, sipping the warm liquid from steaming mugs. She stretched languorously and sighed, settling into the cushions.
I was curious why she had been out in such a storm in the first place, especially in a car so poorly suited for such weather.
"Well, I just found out from a friend that my boyfriend has been fucking around behind my back. I got so mad, I decided I was going to confront him, and so I left to go do it. Unfortunately, I should have stayed home, I guess." She chuckled wryly. "At least it's his car I cracked up, that bastard."
A few cups of hot rum later, and we were laughing and talking like old friends. I hadn't been doing so well in the relationship department either, so we felt like kindred spirits. Her hand rested on my thigh. I could feel the warmth from her body close to mine. My thoughts were drifting quite far indeed from my original intention of just being a good Samaritan. The fire was crackling and sputtering, the coals dying down and casting deepening shadows around the room. She leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder.
"Fuck him. I can do better. Hell, I've met you, I think I'm doing better already."
I turned to her, startled, and met her level gaze. The slight buzz I had from the rum evaporating in an instant, a sudden hard-on growing in my jeans as she looked at me. She closed her eyes and her mouth sought mine in a soft kiss. She practically melted into me as I enveloped her in my arms, her body pressed to mine. The kiss became deeper, more passionate. Her hands slid up my back and into my hair, gripping it and pulling my head forward.
I pushed her away slightly, meeting her eyes again "Are you sure you want to do this? This could turn out to be a mistake."
"Never can tell 'til you try" She responded and pushed me back farther on the couch.
Her hand slid slowly up my thigh to rest on my now-hard cock through my jeans. "Someone is excited" she murmured as she stroked it lightly through the fabric. She opened my pants and freed it, her fingers stroking it as it stood erect. She slid to the floor and knelt between my legs, slipping my jeans all the way off as she did so. Her grip on my cock tightened as she stroked it up and down. She leaned forward and let her hair cascade forward over my cock, slowly moving her head back and forth as the soft, silky strands slid over my sensitive skin. Then without warning I felt the warm wetness of her tongue curling around my balls and then sliding up the length of my erection and swirling once around the tip. She parted her hair and looked up at me playfully.
"I've been told I'm quite a cock sucker... would you like to find out if it's true?"
