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Subject: {ASSM} VALENTINE WISH IN THE WYOMING WOODS (BBW, MF, surprise)
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Date: Sat, 09 Feb 2008 05:10:04 -0500
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VALENTINE WISH IN THE WYOMING WOODS by Joris K.  Huysmans

   "Janine?"

   Janine Barton looked at the man she'd accidentally bumped into in the
aisle of Sav-A-Lot.  He was tall, lean and a little craggy, an outdoors
type with a dusting of silver on each temple-- and then suddenly the years
fell off and his face thinned and smoothed out in the memory.  "Tom
McGreevy?" she said, eyes widened in surprise.

   "My gosh, Janine, I haven't seen you in..."

   "Don't say it," she said.  Instantly she felt bashful contemplating the
good-looking middle-aged man in front of her, and thinking of all the ways
time had changed her own looks since high school.  "Are you back in town
now?" she asked.

   "No, no, I'm still in Wyoming," he said.  "Just back to take care of
some business with my folks' estate.  Are you and Kurt..." he said,
glancing down at her bare ring finger.

   "We've been divorced about five years now," she said.

   There was an awkward silence.  "Well, it happens to the best of us," Tom
said.

   Another silence.  "Well, it's good to see you," Janine said, by way of
winding the conversation up politely.

   "Hold on a moment.  Do you have anything you have to get back to--"

   That was a bit forward, but then Tom was a no-nonsense guy.  Or, he had
been 25 years earlier.  "No, actually I don't..."

   "Let's go get a cup of coffee," he said.  "I'd love to catch up with
you."

   "All right," she said, more delighted than she would have cared to
admit.

   * * *

   After that start the conversation flowed easily, as if nothing had
changed in all the years, even though the topics reflected far different
concerns from high school.  They were both divorced, not for any great
reason, just because they and their spouses had grown apart.  Tom's kids
were in college, Janine had never had any.  Tom was successful in the
construction business in Wyoming, an hour outside of Jackson Hole, Janine
was doing well enough as a hospital administrator.  These were the markers
of middle-aged life, exchanged in casual conversation.

   Underneath that conversation, though, Janine sensed another one going
on. She and Tom had been friends, even confidantes, in high school, yet
because of some strange teenage logic, the very fact that they had gotten
along so well as friends had seemed to make any form of romantic
relationship impossible to think about.  Now, though, with the years and
all the preconceptions of that time long forgotten, Janine felt like she
was falling under a spell that had always existed between them.

   Now, though, different concerns, adult ones, stood in her way. 
Primarily the fact that, no matter how glad Tom might be to see her and
chitchat, she didn't feel she presented a very romantic picture.  Over the
years she had rounded out quite a bit, in fact, that had been one of her
ex's prime complaints, put none too delicately toward the end.  A few
hesitant efforts at dating had similarly resulted only in direct hits on
her self-esteem.  (Well, except for the black orderly who had told her how
much he liked white women with junk in the trunk.  He was quickly
transferred.) It was hard for her to think that a ruggedly-good-looking
self-made man like Tom would exactly be interested in a dumpy bureaucrat,
which is how she thought of herself when she really wanted to get herself
down.

   They were finishing up and, again, starting to say polite words of
parting when Tom again made an unexpectedly blunt move.  "You should come
visit me in Wyoming," he said.

   She looked at him, a little shocked, and he quickly added, "I've got a
big house, you could just about have a wing to yourself.  It's great
country--"

   "Even in winter time?"

   "It's beautiful when it snows.  And there's plenty to do-- if you like
to cook, I have a fantastic kitchen that hardly ever gets used.  Plus
snowmobiling, cross-country skiing-- you won't be bored."

   Won't be, he said, not wouldn't be.  "Sounds like you've already decided
for me," she said, smiling.

   They talked about possible dates, work schedules, Tom needing to go to
Portland in a week for a project.  Janine felt that if something was going
to happen between them-- and she wasn't sure that she wanted it to, but she
was sure that she didn't want the possibility vanishing before it even
appeared-- she'd have to make the visit soon.  So they settled on the
middle week of February, and she opened her datebook to look at the dates
they'd settled on.

   "Oh look, I didn't even think about that," she said.  "I'll be there for
Valentine's Day."

   "Perfect," Tom said.

   * * *

   As the plane landed at the airport, Janine couldn't help but feel a
charge of sexual anticipation, even if she wouldn't have put that name to
it.  She'd put a lot of effort into pulling together a wardrobe that would
accentuate her round shape and make assets out of the things she had-- a
prominent bust, a round behind, thick but shapely legs.  Some girly
pampering at a local salon had left her feeling better about everything she
had to offer.  And then there was that one special present to herself,
hidden in the interior zippered pocket of her suitcase.

   Tom picked her up in his Range Rover and they drove the hour to his
house.  He pointed out a few neighbors along the way, but the small
ranch-style house of his closest neighbor, a woman named Corinne, hardly
prepared her for the sight they pulled up to-- an enormous wood-shingled
house with a vast deck, sunroom, garage big enough for half a dozen cars...
"I guess the construction business out here is good," she said, chuckling.

   "I spent two years building this for Stacy and me to live in," he said,
with unexpected bitterness.  "We lived in that cabin down there for the
first few months.  Then she moved into a condo in a place I built in town.
Maybe being that close to me for a few months was the reason she decided to
get away for good."

   He showed Janine where she was staying and she was properly grateful and
enthusiastic...  but he seemed preoccupied.  Maybe it was business.  She
let him have his space, bothering him in his office only to ask if he'd
like her to fix dinner.  "That'd be great, whatever you feel like making,"
he said.  Not seeming to care one way or the other.

   They had a pleasant dinner and continued catching up, just about
completing the inventory of high school acquaintances and what they were up
to now.  But something seemed to be on his mind.  And where in the coffee
shop she'd felt like she could have asked him anything, somehow here, she
felt like it would be intruding.  Like she was already in the way a little,
and shouldn't tread any further.  Maybe this was what his ex-wife had felt
in this place.  Or had she even ever lived here?  Maybe he was the only one
who had ever called this home, even for a night.  It seemed that way.

   It didn't surprise her that when she created the opportunity for him to
sit with her in front of the fire with a glass of wine after dinner, he
chose the chair perpendicular to her.  If he was going to make a move-- and
she had deliberately done nothing to discourage that-- it wasn't going to
be tonight.

   * * *

   The next few days went much the same.  Tom was perfectly gracious as a
host...  as gracious as a professional hotelkeeper.  He showed her around
the property, including the cabin, and he taught her how to snowmobile,
though she was afraid to take the great rumbling beast between her legs
much above 10 mph.  She was having a good time...  but not the kind of time
she'd hoped for.

   And it was time to admit to herself that that was what she had hoped
for. She'd hoped for the feel of a rough, muscular man in her arms, for the
kiss of his lips upon her, for a tongue between her legs, a...  well, you
know, she didn't want to say a word for it, even to herself.  The night
before Valentine's Day she slept restlessly, and when the day came, she
decided she was going to, too.

   She had a plan.  She borrowed one of the trucks and drove into town to
pick up a few things at a fabric store.  He was away on business for the
day, so she left him a note telling him where to meet her tonight, then
drove down the hill to the cabin.

   The cabin was simple enough but add in a few Martha Stewart-y tricks,
including a red sheer over the lamps, and within an hour or so she had
turned it into a Valentine's Day hideaway love shack, red curtains and
scarlet satin sheets and a pink sheer canopy nailed to the ceiling.  She
arranged a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table, and then she turned
to herself.  Opening the hidden package from a supplier of lingerie for
"plus-size" women, she took off her clothes and slipped it on-- a red satin
teddy which showed her ample cleavage to its best effect, lace panties, red
fuck-me heels, a sheer robe with a feathery fringe.  Then she turned to
dolling herself up-- and she had to say, with enough work she looked pretty
damn wonderful.  If you were open to finding a big gal sexy, there was an
abundance of sexiness about her that she hoped he would be dazzled to see.

   And in fact, there was a pair of eyes watching her, already.

   She turned to look at the source of a scratching sound she heard and
found herself looking straight into a pair of beady eyes surrounded by fur,
gazing at her from a dark corner of the room.  In the dim, reddish light
she couldn't make the creature out, but her mind ran rapidly through a host
of possibilities-- raccoon coyote baby bear mountain lion Sasquatch-- none
of which were reassuring in the least.  And so she let out a bloodcurdling
scream.

   * * *

   Corinne Bedford pulled into her driveway in her ten-year-old Volvo. 
After five days at a conference in Santa Cruz, it was depressing to return
to an empty house in snowy Wyoming, especially on Valentine's Day.  This
time last year she and Stephanie had still been together and happy; it
wasn't until early summer that things seemed to go sour, and by fall,
Stephanie had moved out "to explore my feelings." That was always the risk
when a middle-aged woman took up with a younger one, but saying that didn't
make it any easier for Corinne.

   At least the cats were happy to see her as she poured fresh food into
their bowls, and looked at the mail that had been piled up on her counter
by the student who had been watching the place while she was away.  Nothing
interesting, certainly nothing personal, nothing for her on Valentine's
Day.

   She turned on her computer to check email, the cats arranging themselves
around her like acolytes of a giant deity.  God, there it was again, a big
red heart on the home page, she'd never realized how they beat the message
home on this day until a day came when she was the one being left out. 
After a couple of romances with younger women, which always seemed to fall
apart when the young one got restless, she longed for a stable love with
someone her own age.

   She thought, idly, of what it would be like to have someone to come home
to, not a bony little shaven-headed twentysomething dyke, but a
comfortable-sized woman like herself.  How delicious it would be to fall
into bed with someone like that, full of pent-up sexual energy after being
apart for a few days.  But where would she find such a woman?  What did she
think, one was just going to fall out of the sky?

   Was that a scream?

   Corinne got up and walked toward the window.  She stared in disbelief at
what was coming down the hill toward her house-- a woman in some kind of
sexy red sleepwear, running across the snow (into which she sank up to her
bare ankles).  Realizing what a cliche it was even as she did, she rubbed
her eyes and looked again.  No mistaking it, it was a pleasingly zaftig
brunette, dressed for bed in a red satin teddy and sheer robe, running in a
panic across the snow to her house-- and now banging on her door.

   Corinne opened the door, hardly expecting such an apparition to really
be there.  But she was, flush-faced and breathing hard.  Corinne pulled her
inside and led her to a couch where she collapsed, unable to speak,
shivering and wheezing like an old husky dog, desperate to catch her
breath.

   Corinne flipped the tea kettle on, then grabbed a stockpot and began
filling it with warm water.  She set the pot on the floor before the couch
and then took the woman's high heels off her feet and set her reddened feet
into the water.  She looked up at the woman, who still had not said a word,
and took in all of her ample, mature beauty-- the sturdy yet well-formed
(and, to judge by their feel, freshly shaved) legs, the red lace panties
wedged up into her crotch, the large round breasts extending over a round
belly, rolls at the sides, and finally the face, round and open and
friendly, set off by skillful makeup and a pert brown haircut.  She was
lovely, Corinne was instantly smitten.  Tenderly she took a towel and dried
the woman's legs, wiped away the sweat forming on her face and reddened
chest, brushed her hair out of her eyes and back into its place.  Then she
looked at her lips, at her big unquestioning eyes, at her lips again-- and
Corinne, half convinced that the woman before her was some kind of magical
answer to her wish rather than a real woman, kissed her.

   * * *

   The kiss startled Janine; it was safe to say that it was one of the last
things she expected at that moment.  She had never particularly had lesbian
feelings, but her hunger for some form of comfort was so great at that
moment that she reciprocated without even thinking about anything bigger
than the simple contact of two humans consoling each other.  Corinne lifted
her arms to put them around Janine and Janine grabbed her enthusiastically,
bear-hugging her with all of her womanly heft.

   They kissed tenderly, enthusiastically, and when Corinne let her tongue
slip toward Janine's mouth Janine took it in hungrily.  Corinne kissed her
way down Janine's face, along the soft flesh under her chin and down her
neck, and then she began to nuzzle Janine's cleavage, prominently displayed
in the red teddy.  Corinne slipped the robe off of her shoulders and then
slid the spagetti straps over, letting the top of the teddy fall down along
the slope of Janine's large breasts.  She kissed the top of one breast as
she kneaded it with her hand, and then forced the nipple out from under the
teddy, licking a circle around it.  Janine moaned and kicked the stockpot
as her legs stretched out; they both turned to watch it kick up a splash of
water, but only a little made it onto the floor and they exchanged a little
laugh at the narrow escape.  Then Janine stood up and grabbed Corinne to
her, massaging her butt as they tongue-kissed more.  Corinne understood
what she wanted and led her back into the house, into her bedroom, as
Janine's feet left wet footprints all the way.  Corinne tossed a black cat
out of the bedroom, and closed the door.

   Janine threw herself onto the bed as she had imagined doing for Tom,
giving Corinne a wanton, take-me-now look, all her large charms on display.
Corinne quickly pulled her own clothing over her head and climbed into bed
nude.  Janine climbed atop her, nuzzling her way down to Corinne's breasts,
half as large and droopy compared to Janine's, but Janine seemed to find
them delightful as she sucked at the nipples and squeezed her breasts
around her face.  Then she moved down, spreading Corinne's legs apart and
gazing into the thing she'd only ever seen from above, a woman's pussy, red
and glistening.  Suddenly it was the most desirable thing in the world to
Janine, a Valentine candy she had to devour that instant, and she touched
her tongue to the lips, tasting the metallic tang, feeling the labia spread
further apart as she licked up and down, as her tongue mingled with the
slippery, undulating lips.

   A moment later they were kissing again, Janine marveling at the taste of
pussy smeared all over her face and onto Corinne's, from now on all kisses
would seem inadequate without that scent mixed in.  She was atop of Corinne
again and Corinne was grabbing her ass, rubbing it, feeling her way all
over to take in the bigness and roundness of it.  A moment after that
Corinne was at Janine's pussy, licking it like no man had ever done, then
wetting a finger in her juices and pressing it slowly, exquisitely slowly
in a cascade of sensations of pain and pleasure, into her asshole.  Then as
Corinne lapped at her pussy, the finger went in and out of her ass, and
Janine bucked her big hips up and down, fucking the finger as Corinne's
tongue flicked rapidly, lovingly at her clit.  A few moments of this and
Janine's sturdy thighs clamped around Corinne's head as her body shook with
the orgasm she'd been dreaming of, dying for, desperately needing all this
time.  This was the Valentine she'd wished for, though she had never known
it until this moment.

   * * *

   There was time after that for explanations, exchanged happily between
two sated and delighted lovers, and Corinne at last understood how her own
Valentine wish had come true.  The only thing that troubled Janine was the
thought of Tom finding her note and coming down to the cabin to find her
missing-- or running into whatever that was, with the eyes.  "Not that Tom,
in his supremely self-sufficiently way, wouldn't probably just kill it with
his bare hands, and then make a phone call," she said.

   They decided to drive up to the cabin and see if Tom was there and if
the creature had run off.  Corinne went in while Janine stayed in her
Volvo; she came back out a moment later with Janine's cell phone.  "I like
what you did with his cabin, early American whorehouse," she said.  Janine
nodded.  "No sign of the mysterious beast.  No tracks from Tom's Rover or
his boots, either, that I can see."

   Janine started to dial Tom's number before noticing she had a message.
She dialed it and, as she expected, it was Tom.  "Hello Janine," he said in
his bland, uncommitted way.  "I'm meeting with some people here and we're
going to grab a bite at the Stockman's Bar and talk over some business.  So
do whatever you like for dinner, I won't be back until late.  See you in
the morning."

   So he'd never even gotten the note.  The fact that it was Valentine's
Day had never crossed his mind.  She'd have waited for him all night, alone
and unfucked.  Suddenly Janine opened her car door.

   "What?"

   "Come with me," she said, stepping into the snow for the second time in
her red pumps.  "Come to Madame Janine's Parlor of Sin.  Let's make this a
Valentine's Day neither one of us ever forgets."

   * * *

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