Winter Escapades in Musoa

It was a beautiful and sunny winter afternoon, so the pub was busy. Jeff found us a small table near the back. He seemed to know everyone. The pretty waitress smiled gleamingly at him as he ordered our drinks. People would walk by and slap his back with a hearty, "Hey, man!"

He was at ease in this place. Comfortable. Which makes sense, considering this was one of the only places for a casual lunch in this cute wintry town.

As for me, I felt like an outsider. Not only was I a stranger, I was also an older woman in Jeff's much-younger company, wearing borrowed winter gear, my cheeks bright red from the snowmobile ride. Thankfully, nobody paid me much attention. Although if they had a glimpse into my earlier fantasies about me and Jeff, they might look at me with more interest.

Putting my fantasies aside and focusing on other appetites, I studied the menu. "What's good here?" I asked.

"Not much, to be honest," he said with a grimace. "It's mostly pub grub, but they do make a good chicken pot pie on Saturdays."

"Yum. Okay, I'll try that." I watched as yet another pub patron dropped by to say hi to Jeff.

"Sorry 'bout that," he said. "I do a lot of work for the businesses in town -- and it's looks like they all had the same idea about where to grab lunch."

"Do you like your job?" I asked, after Jeff had placed our order with the waitress.

"Sure. Every day is a bit different. Plus the money's good." He talked more about how he had recently hired another electrician to help keep up with demand, and how he had held a trouble-shooting workshop at the local Home Hardware to help spread the word about his business.

I was surprised. I had assumed he just did the odd job here and there. Instead, he was a full-on business owner. "That's impressive! I think the last time I saw you, you were just starting your first year at college. That must be, what, four years ago?"

"More like six. College wasn't working for me, so I went the apprenticeship route instead. Turned out to be the best decision I ever made."

"Look at you, all grown up." He ducked his head and smiled, looking more like the young man I remembered. "I think I'm finally warming up after that ride," I said. I unwrapped the scarf from my neck, wondering what my hair looked like. Nothing like a snowmobile ride at light-speed to mangle a woman's hairstyle. "I must have the world's worst helmet-head," I said with a laugh.

"No worse than your bedhead this morning." He was looking at me as he sipped his beer.

It was so hard to tell if he was making a perfectly innocent observation, or if he was flirting with the boundaries. But that simmering attraction that was never far away when I was with him started to burble up again. Jeff's long legs were stretched out next to mine under the table. I let my ankles rest against his shin. He didn't move away. It was a casual, innocent touch, but I was hyper-aware of everything about him. He had such a physicality about him. Virile and vigorous. A strong, lean, youthful presence. One that I was attracted to.

He kept his eyes on mine, not letting me off the hook with a carefree comment or a joke. Just when he opened his mouth to say something, the waitress came by with our lunch. As she placed the food in front of us, she kept her attention on Jeff. "Hey, are you coming to the show on Thursday? There's a whole group of us going. Should be fun." She was ignoring me.

"I've got plans. Maybe next time."

She stood there a bit longer, while Jeff started to dig into his chicken pot pie. I nibbled on a French fry. The moment stretched awkwardly until she finally left us to eat.

I looked at Jeff, one eyebrow raised in a silent question. He shrugged. "I dated her for a while," he said before taking an enormous bite.

"It didn't work out? She's very pretty."

And young too

, I thought.

"Not my type," he answered between bites.

I took the hint and dropped it. We ate the rest of our food in comfortable silence. The chicken pot pie really was delicious, and I used my fries to scoop up every drop of the sauce.

After finishing our meals, Jeff paid the subtly-pouting waitress and we got ready to leave. On the way out, he stopped to talk to a group of guys his age who were playing darts. He motioned me over to join them.

"This is my mom's friend Nika," he said to group. To me, he said, "And I play hockey with these guys." They raised their pints in my direction as a greeting.

"Grab a drink, stick around for a bit," said one of them to Jeff.

"Next time. I've got to take my Aunt-- I've got to take Nika back home."

The guy -- I think his name was Andrew -- gave me blatant once-over. "If my mom's friends looked like that, I'd probably go home more often too," he said to one of the other guys. I pretended not to hear him, while Jeff gave him a friendly-but-not-too-friendly shove.

"You can play with us anytime!" Andrew said with a wink, while Jeff and I re-bundled ourselves into our parkas.

Outside, I hopped onto the back of the snowmobile with a bit more confidence, although I wasn't looking forward to another bout with the wind.

"I thought you wanted to drive," Jeff said. "Scootch up front."

I scootched as directed, and put my hands on the handlebars. This was well outside my comfort zone. Jeff stood beside me and pointed out all the important parts. He patiently explained how to start, stop, speed up, and slow down, while I nodded and then asked him to repeat everything.

"Don't worry, we'll go slow." He got on behind me. Our positions reversed this time, his thighs were tight against my hips. He was tall enough that he was able to put his hands over mine on the handlebars. I was tucked into the long curve of his body.

After a few false starts, I managed to get us going. Jeff pointed towards a trail heading off the boardwalk around the lake. "Let's take the scenic route," he said into my ear.

Following the trail around the lake was calm compared to the breakneck pace Jeff had set when we sped across the ice. I drove slowly, with Jeff correcting my steering once in a while, and helping to get us started again after I stalled or if we had to charge up a slight incline.

I was paying too much attention to the task of driving, so I didn't look around much, but the trail cut through a beautiful landscape, full of birch and pine trees. Snow covered everything and glistened in the afternoon sun. We even saw a pair of deer. Jeff kept his arms around my waist or hips. Despite being out of my comfort zone on the snowmobile, having his body so close to mine was thrilling. Even a little dangerous -- in a good way.

All too soon, Jeff pointed to where we had to go off the trail and turn onto the road. We were back at the cottage.

I did a not-horrible job of parking the snowmobile outside the garage. I didn't see Katie's car, but I assumed she would be back home soon too.

I followed Jeff into the mud room and pulled off my helmet and scarf. "That was so fun! And I didn't even crash!" Jeff had taken off his gloves and was standing in front of me, while I beamed up at him. Let's definitely do that again--"

Before I could finish my sentence, Jeff had his hands in my hair and his lips on mine.

It was instant electricity. Shocked, I didn't respond, except to open my mouth in a small gasp. He stopped the kiss, his face just a breath away from mine, but didn't move. We stayed like that for a second, maybe two, my heartbeat a rapid measure of time.

I had been fantasizing about this moment since that morning, lulled into a near-constant state of desire just by being in Jeff's company for most of the day -- but now he had made this first impossible move. It felt like all those furtive glances and casual touches had all been leading to this one intense moment.

Not thinking beyond the present, I angled my face towards him again, and lightly brushed my lips against his. I felt his warmth, such a contrast to the cold that had followed us into the mud room from outside.

My light touch was all the invitation Jeff needed. With a groan, he pulled me in close, kissing me hard. I responded with the same hunger. My mouth opened under his -- I wanted to taste all of him. His stubble grazed my skin but I didn't care.

Ridiculously, we were both still wearing our winter gear. He unzipped my parka and reached his hands up under my sweater. It was my turn to groan as his fingers deftly found their way past my bra and he cupped my breasts. I arched my body up to meet his, wishing I could throw off all the layers between us now.

"Nika," he murmured as he kissed me, slower and deeper now, but no less intense.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was wrong. This was Katie's son! If anyone was off-limits, it was him. But I pushed that thought as far away as I could, crushing it underneath the waves of need that were now coursing through me. All I wanted was his hands on my body. His mouth on me, all over me. His younger body against mine, right there on the mud room floor.

I fumbled with his clothes, searching for the way in. The muscles of his torso twitched as I pressed my hands on his body. God, he was so warm, so lean. I explored the contours of his skin, the protrusions of his spine, the generous strength of his hockey-honed ass.

When I let my hands continue their exploration into the waistband of his pants, he stopped kissing me to take in a long breath. I thought he was going to stop me -- but no, he undid the button for easier access. My searching hands were finally on his cock, which was hard and throbbing in my grip. He moaned in response, saying my name quietly as I moved my hands in a teasing rhythm.

I couldn't help thinking that men my own age didn't respond like this, with an urgency that made you feel like you were the first woman to ever touch them like that. Jeff's groans and the twitch of his cock in my hands were incredibly arousing.

He reached into my snowpants, his turn to be impatient with the buttons. As soon as his fingers made contact with my slick pussy, I nearly melted. I think I said, "Jesus," or maybe "Jeff" or something, but I felt incapable of coherent thought as he sank his fingers deep inside me.

Somewhere, on the edge of my awareness, I heard a car coming up the long driveway. Katie was home.

Jeff heard it too, and we sprang apart, panting slightly.

What the fuck were we doing?

I thought. I hastily pulled my pants back up, while he did the same, both of us trying to shake off the lust-filled haze and act normal. I felt my cheeks burn with unfulfilled need, and with guilt.

We both heard the car door close, and footsteps crunching in the snow. Before Jeff could escape down the hall, and before Katie could walk through the door, I touched his arm. "This can never happen again," I said. "Never."

He met my eyes for a brief second before heading towards his room, but didn't say anything.

The door to the mud room opened, and I took a steadying breath before turning to greet my friend.

More winter adventures to come...