(Read chapters 1-3 or you'll be a little lost here)
The snow had finally abated and the sun shone brightly and blinded me as I stepped outside Jasmine's front door.
There was no way I could go anywhere. The roads were thick with snow and there was no sign of a snowplow. I found a snow shovel and started digging my way toward the white box that was probably my car.
Whether Jaz was deliriously happy, depressed or somewhere in between, it didn't much matter. The tension was pretty high inside which was another good reason to be outside and away from it. It felt good to breathe the cold, fresh air and as I dug through the snow, I thought again about Jasmine's chunky hand around my cock and how, for the third time, she had been responsible for getting my rocks off in spectacular fashion.
Part of me felt bad about her hasty departure. Her world-class hand job must have left her with a feeling of shame afterwards but her excitement when I pawed her tits beforehand convinced me that I had found the magic button to light Jasmine's rocket. I just had to do it slowly.
I grinned a little evilly now. I wanted to fuck her. I knew I would too, if I was careful. But I wanted more than that now. I was already well pleased with my patience so why not persist a little longer? I was going to shift the rules a little. Chasing her was fun but if I really wanted to possess this fat old woman, I had to have her chase me.
That thought warmed my heart on this cold day and almost inspired another boner. Yes, things were going my way.
I finally tunneled to my car, then cleaned it off and dug some tracks I might be able to follow when the roads were clear. I also cleaned off Jasmine's sidewalks and by the time I was finished with all this, I was hot and sweaty, despite the frigid temperatures outside.
I wasn't sure what would happen when I went back inside. Jaz had taken a shower and was dressed in a blue sweater and long black pants. Lord, she was a fat woman although she cleaned up well. She ignored me when I came in and when she turned to go into the kitchen, I could see the huge hams of her ass struggling against the pants. It took all my self control to keep from lunging at them.
If she wasn't going to say anything, then neither was I. I took a shower without asking or saying anything to her about it, washed out my cum-soaked underwear and hung them over the shower rod and was about to pull on my pants when I realized they were soaking wet. So I wrapped a towel around my middle, then took the pants, my shirt and my cum-soaked underwear out to the kitchen and threw them into the washer.
Jasmine seemed surprised but didn't say anything as she cleaned up some dishes.
I turned to look out the window with the towel wrapped tightly around me. I could feel her eyes on me. "That was one heavyweight snowstorm," I said, then turned to her and smiled, as though everything were okay.
"Thanks," she muttered.
"Pardon?" I said.
"Thanks for shoveling the driveway."
"No problem," I replied. "I was glad to do it but it doesn't look like I can go anywhere for awhile. The roads are impassable."
She spoke softly again and, for the first time, I could smell the scent of violets about her even as a bare hint of cum also filled the air. "The radio said everything is closed down and that some of the snow shovel trucks can't even get out.'
I plopped down on the couch and spread my legs against the towel. "I guess I'll have to stay here a while. I hope you don't mind."
"You have no choice," she said, then looked very sad again.
I walked over to her. "What wrong, Jaz?" I asked, but she stiffened like yesterday as I touched her shoulders, so I withdrew them at once.
She said nothing for a few moments, then began crying slightly. I would have been touched and even ashamed if I didn't want to fuck her so much. "What we did – what I did – was wrong," she said. "That can't happen again. It won't."
I nodded. "Of course. Of course. I'm sorry."
She turned around quickly with those same wide-open eyes. So innocent. So gullible. "It's not your fault. It's MY fault. It's up to the woman to control these things. Men aren't able to."
Interesting, I thought. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Jaz," I said. "I take a lot of the responsibility. I was the one who started this."
She shook her head and backed away. "No," she said quietly. "I was almost hoping something like this would happen. I've had a kind of crush on you, I guess. It's my fault."
I shrugged, going with the flow. "And I've had a crush on you, Jaz."
"I still don't understand that," she said. "Why would someone your age find someone like me the least bit attractive."
"Are you kidding? I can't wait to dig my teeth in that fat old ass of yours and lap at your cunt juices while you scream for more. Your fat toes playing with my dick while I jab 4 fingers up your twat. Chewing on your huge tits until you beg me to fuck you. Who wouldn't find that attractive?"
Okay, that's what I WANTED to say. I didn't actually say it. What I REALLY said was "you're the sweetest person I know. You're soft and you're warm and very exciting. Age and size has nothing to do with that."
Jasmine touched me lightly on the cheek, then smiled half to herself. "I'd forgotten how excited I get when you touched my . . ." she paused and tapped her upper chest. "It's been a long time."
"Yes," I said. "But don't worry, it won't happen again. I'm going to show you that men CAN control themselves."
"You're so sweet," she said. "You're such a thoughtful man and, goodness, so exciting when I, you know."
I nodded and tried to look sheepish. "Yeah, you have that effect on me."
She looked at my bare chest, then looked away and then back at me again. I stood there now, smiling. She touched my chest then removed her hand quickly. "You look like a young boy standing there except, well, you're bigger."
"You're right," I said. "We're too far apart in age. I can take a hint."
"Oh, no," she said, as though correcting me. She was sweet, but dumb. "No, I didn't mean that at all. Some men are big and hairy but you're hard and your skin is very smooth and soft." She touched it again and her voice faded off then she walked away and talked over her shoulder.
"When I was much younger, a girlfriend and I went to Bermuda together and a man about 20 years older than me invited me on his yacht. I was pretty naïve and went with him. He tried to, you know, have sex with me but I wouldn't let him. He got pretty mad and eventually took me back to shore. It was frightening."
