"Twenty four more inches tonight, and no let-up in the foreseeable future, so batten down the hatches and get ready for some smooth rhythm and blues." The voice on the radio was low and raspy. "Coming at you... a little Marvin Gaye."
The log cabin was warm and pleasant, solace in the storm, with smells of burning fir and jasmine candles wafting in the air. I pulled the lasagna out of the oven for a moment, to take the tin foil off the top, turning and setting it on the kitchen island. The green marble tile was cool and accepting. Steam rose from the pan, filling the kitchen with a new smell, a pleasant smell that made my stomach ache and the glands in my mouth salivate. I went to the sink and discarded the lid into the garbage below. Looking out the window above the sink, a flurry of white was all that could be seen, the wind whipping large powdery flakes in every direction.
"Looks like we're stuck here." I cranked my head around and tried yelling over Marvin.
A high pitched screech and thud came from upstairs as the bedroom door opened, hitting the wooden beam holding up the loft and soft squeaky footsteps pitter-pattered down the stairs.
"Ok, number one, we need to fix that door, you can hear it for miles, I'm surprised the neighbors haven't complained." Judy chided, though her voice was pleasant.
"What neighbors?" I responded, sarcastically. I heard her enter the kitchen behind me, but kept gazing out at the storm.
"What were you saying? I couldn't hear you over the creaking bedroom door." She continued, ignoring me. I could feel her stair on my back, she wanted me to turn around, but I wouldn't.
"Looks like we are stuck here for awhile. No end in sight for the storm and twenty four more inches of snow tonight." I said smugly. "Stuck in our mountain paradise, all alone."
"Now that sounds like something I just might like, so turn around and look at your wife." Her words were sharp, but still pleasant.
I spun about, my bare feet gliding over the hard wood floor.
"It is freaking hot in here." I said, stopping to face Judy. "Holy shit. very nice."
"Oh, you approve huh?" She laughed.
Her tight white shirt with spaghetti straps hugged her big firm breasts, the brown nipples stretching out the fine material, while her matching white underwear clung tight, revealing that she had indeed shaved. She was bearing her weight on one of her long skinny legs, one hand on her hip and the other holding a glass of ruby red wine, which hung between the fingers of her upturned hand.
"Correct?" She proposed again, not getting the immediate response she expected.
"Oh hell yes." I answered. "I thought that damn fireplace was burning me up, but now I realize the error of my thinking." I pulled off my shirt, so I was standing almost naked, except for my black sport shorts.
"You are making me hot." I told her.
"That's nothing" The words barely left her mouth when she spun around, almost spilling her wine.
"Oh crap." she mumbled. "It's a thong, what do you think?"
Looking over her shoulder, her long black hair framed the green eyes that beamed at me. She was beautiful and sexy.
"Smokin' hot! you are freakin' smokin' hot!" I reached to grab her butt, but she spun back around. "You just wait." I warned her, moving to put the lasagna back in the oven for the rest of the time.
"I think it's time we got a little crazy, this weekend." Her words took me by surprise.
"You mean like missionary sex, outside the bedroom?" I retorted, again sarcastic.
"There is nothing wrong with sex in the bedroom" she shot back, angry that I would even say that. "That's what bedrooms are for. I might be a little bit of a prude; I guess my daddy just raised me right."
"Oh yea?" I mumbled leaning over and looking into the oven, as if I needed to check how the lasagna was doing.
In a way I could tell she was trying to be more sexual than she normally was, and I didn't want to ruin it by looking at her in the wrong way.
"Well." Judy said. "Just maybe I'll wear this all weekend. and we can have crazy sex." Her voice spoke proud, for just saying the word sex.
"I accept." The words came out too quick. "It's a promise." I was still turned away from her, toward the stove.
"After all, we are stuck here, just the two of us." She whispered, as she slid up behind me wrapping her arms around my waist.
"I'll just set this here." The wine glass was placed gently on the marble counter beside the stove.
"And...?" I whispered back.
Her small hands made their way down my abdomen and under the elastic waistband of my shorts. One hand firmly taking hold of my half limp cock and the other reaching down under my balls, caressing them. Her hand pulled my quickly engorging member up and loosened its grip. I could feel her erect nipples pressing against my back. My hand instinctively went back to her stomach and down her panties.
"You are horny... huh baby?" I wasn't expecting an answer and her gentle moans were the perfect answer anyway.
"Did you hear that?" She said loudly; her demeanor had quickly changed and I could sense the seriousness in her tone.
"Wait, wait, wait." I pleaded. "hear what?" My finger found her clitoris, making her moan again.
"No... stop" She demanded, pulling herself away. "I heard something, or someone at the door. Maybe a knock."
"We are two miles off any logging roads, snowed in, with no neighbors. There is nobody at the door, baby." I begged, but her hands were now out of my shorts and pointing toward the door.
"Oh I see, worried Sasquatch might be watching us? Maybe we should go into the bedroom and close the blinds." I laughed.
"Very funny." Her eyes were sending laser beams at me.
Picking up her wine, she turned and headed for the front door.
"I'm going to check." she said insistently, heading through the living room to the oak door. "Just you wait and see." She swung the heavy oak door open, letting the wind whip her long black hair up and around behind her.
"Jack!" The word pierced the air as her wine glass hit the hard wood floor, shattering into a thousand tiny crystal shards and splashing pinot noir all around her.
"Jack!" She yelled a second time, her high voice piercing the air around me.
I ran for the door, not knowing what to expect, except what her panicked voice might reveal. Stopping in front of Judy, I realized her fear. Standing on the porch, frozen blue with thick red blood leaking from a fresh wound on his head, was a tall lanky man.
Looking more like a zombie, wearing a green wind breaker and jeans, with pink mittens two times too small, it appeared as though he was coming back from a warm autumn hike. His brown hair was matted in snow and blood, with a fresh ooze dribbling down his wet face. His light brown eyes were dim, as if the spark was about to go out inside his head, knees slightly bent, ready to buckle. I moved swiftly around behind him, just as his skinny legs lost their ability to hold him up, catching him beneath his arms.
"Get him inside, quick." Judy said, not panicked anymore. She was a strong woman always quick and decisive.
Turning around, I leaned his heavy body onto mine, dragging the stranger toward the couch. Stepping lightly around the broken glass and up the single wood stair to the elevated living room, his boots caught on the wooden stair. Judy, quick to act, bent down, and started untying them so they could be removed.
"Just raise them up." I pleaded, my arms growing tired from the man's dead weight.
"We have to get these wet clothes off him anyway, might as well start here." She barked, pulling on the boot.
Some snow had fallen off the man and landed on her wild hair, making it glisten white, as she tried to removed his second boot.
"There, pull him over to the couch now...and we'll finish undressing him." She said as the second boot finally popped off with a jerk that sent her falling back to the floor.
Standing in front of the couch, with this weight growing heavier, I was ready for an instant decision; all those hours in the gym hadn't prepared me for this.
"What do we do now?" emphasis on the word NOW, I thought.
"Alright" Judy took over, sensing my growing tiredness. "I'll hold his waist and you take off his jacket and shirt."
I didn't think about where this was going, quite honesty, at this point I didn't care. Putting a knee on the couch to stabilize herself, Judy wrapped her arms around the frozen man's waist and held tight, while I pulled the jacked down his large stiff arms, then, not wasting any time ripped open his button down shirt and wrenched it off his body, leaving him bare from the waist up.
"He's in great shape." I commented as I put my arms around his wide shoulders and across his hairless chest.
"He must work out." I laughed, trying to lighten the mood a little. It didn't work.
"What now?" I attempted to redeem myself. I always joked at the most inappropriate times.
"You hold tight. I'm going to take his pants off and then we will lay him on the couch." Judy breathed, almost out of breath. "If we don't get these wet clothes off, he will freeze to death."
Her plan was perfect, except for one small detail we both missed.
