Snowed In Milf

Yes, I should have waited for the snowstorm to pass instead of driving through it. But I wanted to get home from my ski trip to see my two girls. Luckily, some of my friends had left yesterday and missed this mess.

After what Becky's husband tried to pull on me, I wanted to be in the safe environment of my own home.

My friend, Becky, was a little pissed when I told her to put a leash on her husband. Palming my ass during a dance, and telling me he wanted to have sex with me was neither wanted nor encouraged.

His excuse? "Hell, you have that body, in those skinny jeans and perky tits, and don't want men to want to fuck you?!"

"Well, maybe I just like to look good and be desirable. But that doesn't mean I'm a slut, so hands off!" Becky was reading him the riot act when I left. Soon I was heading home, storm be damned!

The snow drifts on the roads to Montreal were becoming dangerous. The thought of being stranded, miles from home in a remote area, was making me anxious. My iPhone warned about poor reception, which didn't help either.

Still, I was managing alright in my 4wd suv until a huge elk ran in front of me. I braked hard, swerved and slid into a snowbank, and the angle kept me stuck in spite of 4wd.

Every effort to dig out was frustrating, as my clothes got wet from laying on the ground as I dug. Unfortunately, there was now zero phone reception in the stormy weather.

After a couple of hours, my fuel was at 1/8 of a tank, and the thought of no heat after running out terrified me. It was 15° outside and dropping.

Fifteen minutes after the suv died, I was shivering both from fear and from being in wet clothes. Falling asleep in these conditions was a death sentence, so I had to fight to stay awake.

I was bundled in two sweaters and my coat but my body heat kept dropping.

"So cold....so cold"...

That was the last thing I remembered, then sleep overcame me.

"It's so warm...so warm...I thought, but wait! Where am I? How did I get in this bed? And...what happened to my clothes?"

A different kind of fear taunted my mind as I realized this was someone's house, maybe a cabin? I was naked and afraid.

I said, "Hello. Hello, is someone here?" In a few moments, there was a knock on the door. As the door opened, a tall young man asked, "Ms. Chancerly, are you alright? You had me worried out there in the storm."

I pulled the quilts up to my chin and nervously said, "Where am I, and who are you? Where the hell are my clothes?!"

The handsome young man said, "It's ok, Ms Chancerly, you're safe in my cabin, and your clothes are drying by the fire."

"Well, how did I get here,...and what's your name?"

"Fontaine, Alex Fontaine," he politely responded.

"Oh, like 'Bond, James Bond'," I said with a grin, and he laughed.

"That's a good one, Ms..."

"Please, call me Jeanne, Alex. After all, we're not exactly strangers anymore after you took all my clothes off, are we?"

Alex blushed and started to apologize, but I interrupted and thanked him for rescuing me. He was relieved and said,

"Well, it isn't every day I get to rescue a beautiful woman and bring her to my castle, so we're even."

Now I blushed a little. Here's a handsome man at least 5 years younger than me, who has seen me naked calling a mother of two kids, "beautiful. " Sure I was flattered.

"Jeanne, I'll be in the kitchen finishing up our hot food. Just take your time and make yourself at home. There's some of my sweats and a pair of new socks for you until your clothes are dry. There on the chair. I'll be here when you're ready."

"Thank you, Alex, that's sweet of you. Is your wife or girlfriend here," I asked, ( to find out if he's single ).

"No, I'm... well, my girlfriend and I broke up a while back, so..."

I apologized and told Alex I would be ready in a few minutes. ( But first, I needed to pee so bad! )

My legs were a bit weak yet, and I took a few extra minutes to adjust and to make myself presentable. I giggled, knowing I was doing it for him. His sweat pants needed to be rolled up, and his t-shirt with a "Ranger Boats" logo smelled really good.

In the kitchen, Alex was singing, "Gettin' you Home" along with the CD by Chris Young;

"Walkin' through the front door

Seein' your black dress hit the floor

Uh honey, there sure ain't nothin'

Like you lovin' me all night long,

And all I can think about is gettin' you home."

I leaned against the doorway and watched his cute butt move as he finished the stew. Then I startled him as I said, "Wow, Alex, you rescue stranded damsels and sing songs to them while you cook for them. How the hell have you stayed single?"

He laughed and said the stew was hot and ready. And I thought, "Hmmm, maybe I'm feeling a little hot too, mister!"

Alex was a solid seven in looks and build. He stood about six feet tall, with a nice body and no beer belly. But his warmth was his best feature.

Still, I'd be lying if I didn't wonder what he looked like without those jeans on.

But I needed to contact my girls, so I asked for my phone.

"It's there, with your purse," he said.

I eventually got through to my folks and assured them I was fine. I gave them the address of Alex's cabin and said I would get home as soon as possible.

Alex said he would have a tow truck get my vehicle unstuck, but it could be 2 or 3 days since it was still snowing hard.

My folks were relieved I had been rescued, though concerned about being alone out here with a young man I'd just met.

I said, "Dad, Alex saved me from freezing to death. I owe him my life and I trust him. He's been a real gentleman." And dad just said, "Be careful, ok, honey. Stay warm and get home soon."

I told my kids I love them and not to worry. But after I hung up, I lost it. Tears flowed as I balled out loud. Here's, Alex, with a 30 year old mom having a breakdown in his kitchen. Alex stepped closer to comfort me as he gently put a hand on my shoulder.

I grabbed him and sqeezed him tight, needing a firm hug as I let it all out. I think it shocked him! But damn, it felt good to be in his arms.

Alex took a kleenex and blotted my tears away. He was so gentle and caring, as though we were...close. I thanked him and apologized for falling apart. He smiled and said,

"Jeanne, you've been through a lot, and you have nothing to apologize for. Your kids are safe, you're safe with me, and I promise to take care of you."

I think that's the moment I started to fall for Alex Fontaine. Actually, I wanted to crash my lips onto his mouth and let him ravish me! It had been several months since I'd had sex, much less made love.

For now, we had hot stew and chilled wine waiting for us, so anything else would have to wait.

"So, what do you do for a living, Alex? I mean, besides rescuing single moms!" ( Oops, did I say single intentionally?)

He said he was in finance and worked remotely most of the time. This cabin was his place to clear his head and stay grounded. I was just thankful he was here when I needed him.

My hair was a mess so Alex made his facilities available to me. "Jeanne, just make yourself at home, ok? There's new toothbrushes and other necessaries on the second shelf, and towels on the bottom. Help yourself.

I took a long, hot shower, thinking about how good it felt to have been in Alex's arms. The thought crossed my mind,

"It would be nice to have Alex here scrubbing my back," and it brought a smile to my face. I realized how turned on I was getting, so I calmed myself down.

In the bedroom, I dried off and then dropped my towel on the floor. I looked at myself in the dressing mirror and said to myself,

"Not bad for a 30 year old mother of two. All those years of volleyball and Pilates have paid off, girl. I tweaked my nipples, giggled, and wondered if Alex thought so too.

I heard Alex in the hallway say, "Jeanne, I have your luggage here. Are you ready for it?" I stood with the towel covering my front and said, "Do you want to bring it in?"

He replied, "Are you decent?"

I laughed and teasingly said,

"Well, you've already seen me naked when you took my wet clothes off, before."

Alex smiled, then said, "Well, that's a privilege that any sane man would surely dream about."

His compliment made me feel desirable, especially from a younger man who is as desirable and single as Alex.

There was a moment there when I wanted to drop my towel and let him see everything, letting him take everything. Who knows how things would turn out later?

Alex had my travel case, which he had retrieved from my suv.

"Your clothes were still damp, so I fetched your case. I hope it has the clothes you need. I'll be by the fireplace if you'd like a glass of wine with me, maybe watch a movie."

Ten minutes later, I peeked around the corner to see Alex. He was wearing a Dallas Cowboys jersey and lounge pants. It was around 7pm, and the room was toasty warm as the fire crackled, casting it's glowing colors.

I had on my favorite pj's but silll wore his socks. I checked my hair, took a deep breath, and said, "I'd like that glass of wine now, Alex."

As he poured, he pointed to the several DVDs and asked me to choose one. Of course I ruled out ones about murder, war, zombies ( sorry), and snow disasters.. That left four I'd like.

"Alex, could we watch this one? It's about two people who meet at a wedding, hook-up, fall

in love, and get married."

He got a serious look on is face and asked, "Does it have machine guns, dinosaurs, space ships, or bikinis in it?"

I looked at him, paused and asked, "What are you, 12 years old?" and we both broke into laughter. I said, "Ok, I'll give you the bikinis, but no zombies."

Actually there wss a romantic beach scene in the movie, and the costar wore a skimpy bikini. I'm sure that wss the highlight of the movie for Alex, judging by how he tried to cover up the bulge in his sweats.

There was a sad scene in the movie that brought a tear to my eyes, so Alex put his arm around me and we cuddled. It felt comfy and natural.

By the end I had fallen asleep on his chest with my arm around him. I woke up two hours later and said, "I'm sorry, Alex, I must be tired from today's ordeal."

"Well, Jeanne, I'll never complain about snuggling with someone who smells as good as you do." I smiled at another compliment. Then we cleaned up to get ready for bed.

"Jeanne, you've taken the bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

"Oh, no, Alex I'm smaller and I I'll fit better here. You sleep in your bed."

"No, Jeanne, you need to rest comfortably, so I insist. Take the bed and catch up on your beauty sleep, as if you really needed it." ( Dammit, another ego booster. I could fall for this guy! ).

I ended up in his bed, alone, but only after I hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"Alex Fontaine, I think you're the sweetest man I've ever met. Tomorrow I'm cooking you a hearty breakfast." I left him with a big smile on his face.

Even as tired as I was, getting to sleep was difficult. The sheets and pillow smelled like Alex. I could imagine him beside me, touching me, making love to me. Damn, it had been way too long!

I ended up pleasuring myself to an orgasm, though I forced myself to keep it quiet. I wondered if Alex was doing the same?

When my phone alarm sounded I got up and did my morning prep. After making myself presentable I went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Alex wasn't on the couch. He was nowhere in the house. So I started cooking, hoping he'd be back soon.

After 30 minutes he quietly came back in, and seeing me in the kitchen and said, "Up already? I thought you'd sleep another hour ot two. Mmm, something smells delicious, and the food does too!"

We both laughed and I received yet another compliment. "Speaking of smelling good, Alex, your aroma was on the pillows, and it was almost like having you there. Well, not quite."

He brushed my hair off my neck and said, "If I had been there, with you... aw, never mind!"

"Keep that thought, big boy, but for now, sit down for some breakfast." We spent the morning talking, laughing, joking, and teasing. Then we took turns showering.

I took longer because I wanted a fresh shave of my legs, just in case....you know?

I trimmed my "triangle patch" too. In the shower I cleaned myself out, just in case...well, you know.

While Alex was showering I looked around for clues about his past. No pictures of females, except his family. No girly trinkets or cups. No left-behind clothing. Damn, he's thorough.

But in his room I hit the jackpot. In a box in his top drawer, there it was; an engagement ring. Well now. I'll have to hear that story.

After we were both dressed we sat at the table drinking coffee when we heard someone shout his name outside. He opened the door and two men came in.

"Damn storm," the older one said. "We're freezing our balls off out there!" The other man who looked Alex's age said, "Dad, Alex has company; a lady."

The gruff looking dad looked over at me and leered at me. I knew right away I probably wouldn't like this guy.

His son politely introduced himself. "Please excuse the interruption ma'am. We've been trying to get back to our cabin but it's too fu....dang cold! Sure glad you all let us warm up."

Alex said, "No problem Zeke. Jeanne, this is Zeke Fuller, and that's his dad, Joseph."

She greeted them cordially then offered them a cup of hot coffee. Alex had them hang their coats up and warm by the fire. He explained Jeanne's situation, and that she would be staying til things cleared up.

After the guys had talked awhile Zeke walked over to Jeanne as she washed a few dishes.

"So, Jeanne, what's a sexy thing like you doing out alone in a winter storm? Don't you have a man to take care of you?"

"I'm single again, Zeke. How about you? Got a Mrs waiting for you to come home?"

"No, I'm a confirmed bachelor, Jeanne. I haven't met a woman yet I would settle down with. Too much living to do, too much fun."

Zeke told me about his exploits, adventures, and conquests. I have to admit, he was fascinating. I could see where many females were enchanted by him.

He looked like a taller version of Tom Cruise, with a smoothe voice that a woman could be seduced by.

We seemed to really hit it off, and I found him attractive in a different way than Alex, who had noticed that we were together in the kitchen.

He stood up and told the two men they could have the couch and easy chair for the night. He had them do their thing in the bathroom, then settle in for the night.

I whispered in Alex's ear,

"What about you, Alex, where will we sleep?" He said in his bedroom.

I thought. "Well, this could get interesting." He went on, "I'll just sleep on the floor. A boy scout is always prepared, he quipped."

I said, You will not sleep on that cold, hard floor, mister. There's plenty of room in the bed." His eyes got bigger when I said that.

"Jeanne, I uh, that's probably not a good idea." I teasingly said,

"What's the matter, Alex honey, don't you trust me?"

"Jeanne, that's not the problem, I don't trust me!" he said.

"Well, you're gonna sleep next to me tonight, mister, and that's final." He could see in my facial expression that I thought the discussion was over. But then he said,

"If we sleep together, I for one won't get much sleep."

"Why not? I don't snore or hog the covers. So why won't you get much sleep?" ( I knew the answer, but I wanted him to say it. )

"Dammit, Jeanne, how can a healthy man be that close to a beautiful woman he could be falling for without being tempted to touch her, caress her, want her?"

I put my arms around his neck and said, "Alex, did you mean you are falling for me? Really? Because I've already been falling for you, honey.

"Now kiss me and let's get some sleep. Tomorrow we're going to talk more about how we feel."

After a nice kiss we changed

into our sleepwear and said goodnight. I kissed his cheek then laid my head on his shoulder.

Alex said, "Jeanne, if you really care for me then watch yourself around Zeke. I saw him working his lines on you in the kitchen."

I lifted my head and and asked, "What's that supposed to mean? Are you accusing me of something? He's just interesting to listen to, Alex. He's lived such an exciting life, so what's wrong with that?"

He took a deep breathe and said, "Trust me, honey, he's a snake in the grass, so don't let him cast his spell over you."

"Well Alex Fontaine, if I didn't know better I'd think you were jealous. Does that mean you want me all to yourself?"

"I'm dead serious, Jeanne. Those guys seem intriguing, but when it comes to a woman I wouldn't trust either one of them. So please listen to me on this. Now let's get some sleep."

He pulled my face to his and gave me our first real kiss. Damn, I felt that all the way to my flower! I could so easily fall in love with Alex.

As his breathing changed I could tell he was asleep. My mind was in a whirl, thinking about what Alex said.

Doubt tainted my feelings for him when I wondered if he would be a control freak like my ex? I understand a man's role as a protector, but I am not a woman who wants to be controlled.

Since I couldn't sleep I got up to go get a glass of wine to relax me. I quietly slipped out of bed, put my slippers on and cautiously closed the door as I stepped into the hallway. I was quiet walking to the kitchen, so I wouldn't wake Zeke and his dad.

I had covered the glass containing the rest of my wine from dinner. I stood there taking large drinks of the wine. Soon I felt its effects, with a little buzz.

I heard that soft masculine voice behind me. "Damn, Jeanne, you even make flannel pj's look sexy. How about sharing that red wine?"

Without thinking I handed my glass to him and he took a drink. He said, "Well, now my

lips have been where yours have. It's almost like we kissed, and that would make my wish come true."

"And what wish is that, Zeke? If you could have what you wished for, what would happen?"

"That's easy," Zeke said. "You would spend this weekend with me, where I would show you everything I've learned about how to please a woman."

"And if by Sunday night you hadn't had the best sex of your life I'd give you a thousand dollars cash."

I wasn't expecting that from Zeke. He must have seen my hesitation as encouragement, so he kissed me. It happened so quickly I just submitted to the warmth of his lips.

Damn, that man could kiss! He had obviously had a lot of practice. My reasoning had stalled, and my body took control.The only thing I was aware of was the overwhelming release of passion within me.

His hands began to caress my breasts and my ass. I felt like I was on fire, emotionally. He picked me up and sat me on the counter.

I was aware that he was rubbing my crotch, making my pussy tingle, but the thought of stopping it never crossed my mind. I was in a daze, a result of being under his spell.

I felt him pulling my pj bottoms off, leaving my panties exposed. But for some strange reason I had no thought of stopping him. He began teasing my clitoris through my panties, which were damp by now with excitement.

He started slowly taking my panties off and I gave no resistance. I couldn't because I had been enchanted. At that point he owned me.

His fingers slid up and down my pussy and I felt sensations I had never felt before. The sensual man standing before me had me under his control and he knew it.

With my defenses down, he used his enchanting voice to ask leading questions.

"Does that feel good, beautiful? Do you like that?"

I had to say "yes".

"You want more, don't you? Tell me you want more."

"I do want more. Give me more."

He pushed a finger into my pussy, and I sighed along with its penetration. He was finger fucking me and truthfully, I loved it. Again he asked leading questions.