Edited by Sienna.
Paul quickly ran to the trees along the trail. "Damn. I knew I shouldn't have gone running," the young man said. He was in his late 20s to early 30s, tall and scruffy. He enjoyed being out, but in this December weather, snow was able to come down quick and fast. It quickly soaked through his clothes, leaving him shivering for warmth. He looked around and spotted a cabin. Without thinking, he bolted to the porch, happy that it provided him with a brief respite from the freezing temperatures. He knocked on the door, praying someone was there.
To his surprise there was someone there. She opened the door and took one look at him. She began to laugh behind her hand covering her face. "Who are you? Definitely not the person I was expecting." She was dark blonde and the same age as Paul. He looked clean, yet scruffy, long hair and in need of a shave to remove his stubble beginnings of a beard. He was cold wet and to Leigh, he was handsome. He was just pleased that someone was home.
"Sorry, but I got caught out in the snow. Is there any way I could come warm myself up and possibly wait until the storm ends?" Paul asked. The request seemed to take Leigh by surprise, yet she readily agreed. She had always enjoyed helping others, and it seemed that Paul could really use some help. "Come in," she said softly, the sleeves of her sweater falling down over her hands. She smiled up at him, hoping that the fire she had going would warm him, and that her friend wouldn't be surprised by the stranger in Leigh's house.
"Can I offer you some coffee... or something stronger maybe?" Leigh held up a half full bottle of JD. Paul smiled and agreed to the JD. Atleast it would warm him up inside out. The log fire was roaring and right away he could feel the heat inside of the cabin. He guessed it had been burning for quite a while, possibly even days since the harsh winter weather struck. Leigh had obviously been there a while.
"Would there be any way I could get out of these wet clothes?" Paul asked, wondering if this mysterious woman had any clothes he could change into.
"Well, I have a spare robe, but it might not fit you. You're quite a bit taller than the person who last wore it," Leigh explained. She went to collect the robe, has Paul started changing in the small bathroom. She set it outside the door for him, then went back to fix some hot chocolate, figuring it would help ward the cold off as well as the stiff shot of JD. Paul put the robe on then stepped out, embarrassed by where the robe fell. Leigh turned, and almost started laughing when she saw that the robe came to just above his knees.
Leigh handed him the hot chocolate, which was much more appreciated than coffee or any more alcohol. "Forgive me for laughing at you...?"
"Paul, we didn't get time to get acquainted, sorry for being so forward...?"
"Leigh. And, that robe looks quite sexy on you." She continued to laugh softly. "Almost as sexy has the person who actually owns it." She gave him a wink, and that made him think. He gave a shrug and thought, whoever owned it must have been pretty special to Leigh, as it was a very ornate robe. "Go sit by the fire and make yourself comfortable," Leigh said, before going to the kitchen window and looking to see if her friend was going to be able to make it or not.
So far it had not been what she had expected. Instead of her friend, a freezing, very sexy man was sitting half naked on her couch in a robe that did not fit his tall stature. "Not a completely bad turn of events," she said, feeling a slow heat starting to grow between her thighs. She decided to text message her expected guest. She did not mention Paul being there, but certainly knew that they would not mind at all. Infact, she thought it might just be fun. The message was replied and they were only a few minutes away.
Paul slowly sipped his hot cocoa, and looked around. The cabin had a much lived in feel, yet it appeared to be a 'weekenders' cabin. He guessed Leigh, and whoever she was expecting, came there often. He relaxed and closed his eyes, happy to be out of the cold, not really paying attention has he let the heat soak into his tired, cold bones. Leigh could not resist peeking at him quietly from the kitchen. To her he seemed to grow sexier each time she looked at him. He certainly was fit and healthy. He had to be to challenge the subzero temperatures outside, and now that snow storm was blowing up to gale force. It seemed that her guest was going to arrive just in time before the snow began to heap into deep drifts. Probably by morning it would be a case of shovelling the car out to go anywhere. Atleast they would have a strong man to help them.
Leigh was well prepared for being trapped in the cold December weather. She did have original plans to be there during Christmas, but that depended upon her guest and how they felt.
Leigh quickly made herself busy before Paul caught her staring. She went to get everything ready for her guest. She was really looking forward to this time of the year. She had not seen her friend in quite some time, and was wanting to make this time as good as it could get. She easily busied herself around the cabin, finding small things that needed to be done to make the evening the perfect setting for what she was planning.