My first inclination the next morning was to scream. Nothing made sense. I was on the floor in an unfamiliar house, wrapped in an old, musty smelling blanket and strangest of all, I was spooned into a naked woman.
Then, pieces of reality began to filter into my mind. At first I thought to get up and get away from my naked companion, but then she stirred, pressing into me. A smile moved over my face and a rush of desire swept through my core. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to run my fingers over her soft skin. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair. I remembered the feel and taste of her breast and the way her nipples felt in my mouth when I sucked on them.
I was snapped out of my reverie when she grasped at my hand and kissed my fingers.
"Are you all right with what happened last night? she asked.
"Truthfully, I think I'm still processing everything," I said." I mean, I woke up wanting you in the worst way Maggie, and I still do, but part of me is sending out warning signals, possibly because I work in such a homophobic atmosphere, especially the management there.
She rolled over to face me. "So do I, honey. That's why I come up here. I can be free to live the way I do because everyone back home believes I'm vacationing in a remote European spa.
The pictures I show them are supplied by a photographer in Switzerland. I'm the only woman to have made it so high in the hierarchy and they would cream their shorts if they saw me crash and burn.
No one ever needs to know that you swing both ways. Trust me, I will show you how to keep your private life private. IF that's what you really want."
"What I really want right now is to hold you and caress you and explore you."
We wound up, after an extensive kissing spell, getting up to see what damage had been done to my little paradise.
We both drew in our breath and tried not to cry when we stepped onto the front deck. A beautiful fir tree, probably close to forty feet tall lay where it fell in the storm, taking the corner of the deck out as it fell. A second giant of a tree lay near it, their branches interwoven as if they held hands in their demise. There was light damage to the corner of the cabin and to dad's car as well, but all of that could be repaired.
We did have power though, so I made some bacon and eggs and coffee and as we ate we took a few minutes to really know each other.
She was a professor of psychology and political science at the state university about a hundred miles away. Her hobbies were wildlife study and the paranormal. She refused my request for some of her experiences in the paranormal as she said I wouldn't be able to sleep if she did.