Every winter, sleepy Wisconsin towns have to lock down for frigid weather.
Snow, ice, and cold drive people to spend time huddled in their homes, including Rebecca. Rebecca is 25, with an independent streak. She was independent through college, through the home-buying process, and in homeownership. Though with mounting snow, she did wish she had help shoveling.
Late one Friday night, Rebecca comes inside from shoveling mountains of snow off the sidewalk. She was barely able to finish her shoveling before the wind became so intense it forced her inside. Once she locked her door she took her hat off to reveal long, chocolate hair. Her cheeks and nose were red from the cold, so red they almost hid her freckles.
Rebecca ran her hands through her hair before taking off her jacket, snow pants, and boots, leaving her to walk to her bedroom in nothing more than a sweater and her frilly underwear. She stopped by her room to grab her fuzzy robe and fresh panties before rushing to the bathroom for a hot shower. She felt cold to her bone, and couldn't think of a better way to warm up. Nights alone in her house were rough. Rebecca often wished he had someone warm to share her bed with her.
When going back to her room she thought about how cold she was still. Rebecca was looking for pajamas when she heard a small crash on her porch. She crept to her front window and peeked outside, seeing someone huddled under her awning, fixing the chair they knocked over. "What should I do?" she thought. Letting a stranger in her home is a huge risk, but could she risk letting someone die on her porch?
After quickly deliberating with herself, she decided to open her door to the stranger. Rebecca cracked the door open and whispered, "Hello?". Even her whispers were enough to cut through the freezing air and snow. The figure turned their head toward her; Rebecca could now see the wind-chapped face of a man old enough to be her grandfather. He had the same wind burnt look she had when she came inside from shoveling. They locked eyes for a moment before she said "Are you cold?
She instantly felt embarrassed by her question, of course he was cold! He kept her eyes locked with his as he simply stated, "Very". Rebecca paused for a moment; you could hear the snow crunch as cars passed. Eventually, Rebecca said, "Would you like to come inside?".
The man broke his eye contact with Rebecca as he slowly rose to his feet, and nodded. Rebecca stepped back to fully open the door for the man. "I'm Rebecca," she said. The man replied, "I'm Dennis".
...
Rebecca was waiting at her kitchen table for Dennis.
Since he came inside, she offered him food, a shower, and to sleep on her couch. Dennis agreed to the food first, and Rebecca quickly warmed up a can of soup for the man, along with a grilled cheese sandwich. To Rebecca's surprise, he slowly ate the food, savoring each bite. There were moments when the soup ran down Dennis's beard, causing her mind to wander. "How long has he been without a meal? A warm place to sleep?" She thought, resting her head in her hand. She expected him to be ravenous, but he ate with time and intention.
Rebecca also offered Dennis a beer. He accepted, leading Rebecca to have one too.
In between bites Dennis and Rebecca got to know each other. Dennis revealed he's been homeless for a few years. Before then he had a studio and worked as an artist, but work as an artist doesn't last. After spending so much time chasing professional dreams, he decided at 68 it was time to wander and see what else was out there. Once it was Rebecca's turn to share, she told Dennis she was always a good girl. Good kid, a good student, and a good worker. She graduated top of her class just 5 years prior and now works as an art teacher at the local elementary school. Rebecca shared she was single, and that she didn't have the time to date. She also lamented about how immature the boys her age were. Dennis nodded, sharing about how immature he was at 25 too. They shared some laughs, and their conversation flowed. Neither Rebecca nor Dennis expected to find themselves in such good company that evening.
"Do you know what would really warm us up?" cooed Rebecca.
"What's that?" replied Dennis, as Rebecca pulled out a bottle of whiskey. The pair took 2 shots each, laughing over the cheap liquor.
As Dennis finished his sandwich, Rebecca offered her shower again. "Do you have a change of clothes?" she asked, unsure if the question was rude. "I have clothes, but they're in need of a wash", Dennis said. After a moment, Rebecca offered to toss the clothes in her washer. Dennis agreed and handed his sack to her.
While in the shower, Rebecca trekked down to her basement to throw Dennis' clothes in the wash. As she walked back upstairs, she noticed she was still smiling. She felt happy, happy to have a mature man in the house.
As Dennis finished his shower, Rebecca set out blankets and pillows on the couch. She could still hear the shower water running as sat on the newly made couch. Rebecca realized she was still cold from the frost outside, but something in her core was quickly warming up. She was in disbelief at the thoughts that had crossed her mind that evening. She had fantasized about older, more experienced men before, but she never imagined inviting one into her home. She had a strange naked man in her house. His only clothes were in her washing machine. She was still only in her robe and panties. And at that moment, she could feel her panties grow wet.
She tried to snap out of it, standing, moving to her kitchen. "He's a stranger," she thought. "He's old," she thought. "He's handsome," she thought.
Rebecca sat down at her table, unsure of what to do.
She decided to wait for Dennis.
...
Not long after Dennis hopped in the shower, he felt warm. He felt warm in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. The water was hot, and so was Rebecca. This generous, naive young woman had opened her doors to him. "What if I was a killer?" he thought. But he quickly dismissed the thought, angry at the idea of someone hurting Rebecca. As he washed his body he imagined Rebecca's hands running over him. Through his hair, down his chest, moving toward his cock. He hadn't been with a woman in years. Seeing Rebecca and her generosity lit a fire in him. He was hard, but he didn't want to touch himself. He wanted Rebecca so much it hurt.
