"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.
