THE LOST HIKER 
BY: GEORGEPAT


Jane Marsh put down her pen and stood to answer the telephone by the forth ring.

"Hello."

"Jane, how are you?" The voice at the other end of the line paused for a second or two before continuing.

"The sheriff was just here and left word that there's a hiker lost somewhere near your cabin."

"How does the sheriff know that he's around here?" Jane asked the caller.

"The man left notice with the park ranger that he was going to attempt to hike the Dunn Trail in two days. Your property borders the worst part and we thought you might want to know."

"Hell, I know the trail," Jane told him, "and there's no way it can be done in just two days."

"Yeah, I know, but some of these nature freaks...well, they just don't listen to good reason most of the time."

"I'll take a quick walk up that way and see if I can spot him," she said as she glanced out the window, "we have about five hours of daylight left and it's looking like its going to snow any minute."

"Yeah, that's what they are calling for, maybe twelve inches tonight, then more tomorrow."

"Yeah, lucky us."

"Ok, Jane, you be careful up there."

"I always try, thanks."

Jane replaced the receiver on its cradle and walked back to her desk. She looked at the notes she had been writing before the call and decided that she needed a break anyway. She walked to the mudroom and slipped her feet into her snow boots, then took her parka off its hook and put it on. Checking the woodstove one last time, she walked out her back door, and into the coming storm.

As she walked upward towards the head of the trail, she mused about the turn of events in her life that had brought her here. The break up with David had been unexpected and painful. Coming home from work on that day, to discover that he had packed his things and gone, leaving a simple note on the coffee table;

"Jane, this just isn't going to work for me. I'm sorry. David"

One line, just one fucking line, and that's all it took for him to completely destroy her world. She had no earthly idea of why he decided to do this to her or why he did it in the manner that he did. He didn't even have the courage to actually face her and explain his feelings. He didn't even offer her the chance to try and work things out between them. He just left her, destroyed her, with one fucking line.

After David left, she used the opportunity to take her grandmothers offer of the old cabin in Dale's Glenn, where she might be able to pull herself and her life back together.

At 32, she still had the looks that made most men turn and look at her twice. Shoulder length blond hair, fair complexion and eyes the color of the sky on a clear day. She was an avid outdoors type woman, in very good shape, and liked nothing better than taking long walks in the forests and along the many trails in the desolate area that she now called home.

The sky had grown darker with each passing minute and the bite of the cold air against her face brought her back from her memories.

As she looked around to get her bearings, the snow began to fall. Large, fluffy, pure white flakes as big as quarters, soon made it almost impossible for her to see more than thirty feet in any direction.

She entered the woods at the head of the trail and wondered about the lost hiker. Had he even made it this far? She suspected that he probably had, and was further down the trail to her left. With the snow starting to cover the ground around her, she turned, took a deep breath of the cold air and started down the trail, looking for the lost hiker.

After forty minutes of steady walking, she had not seen so much as a rabbit. The snow was now two or three inches deep and the sky had darkened to a deep, dull, gray. If she didn't see anything of her hiker within the next thirty minutes or so, she would have to abandon the search or risk getting herself lost in this blizzard. 

She reached a point on the trail that she decided was as far as she ought to go in this weather.

"Ok, that's it," she said aloud, "this is as far as I go."

As she was turning around to start back, something dark and out of place caught her eye. She moved closer to the edge of the trail and realized that she had found the lost hiker.

He was sitting on the ground with his back against a large cedar tree, ten feet off the trail. Although the tree had provided him some protection from the snow, he still had a heavy dusting covering his body. He appeared to be asleep, but with all the snow falling, it was hard for her to tell.

"Hello, are you alright?" She shouted, but the man did not stir or react to her voice.

She carefully climbed down to where he was and nudged his foot, causing him to moan in pain.

"Mister, what happened?" "Are you all right?"

He moaned again and slowly opened his eyes, looking up at her.

"Please help me," he whispered so quietly that she had to lean closer to hear him say, "I've hurt my ankle."

She kneeled by his feet and noticed that his left boot was untied, with the lacing completely undone. When she gently put her hand on it, he groaned in pain.

"I slipped in the snow and fell," he told her, "and must have landed with my foot under me." 

"Yes, it sure looks that way." She agreed.

"I managed to crawl over here to get out of the snow, but when I tried to stand up, I couldn't." "It hurt too much to put any weight on it."

"Think you can try standing again, with my help?"

He looked at her, nodded his head and held out his hand.

As she helped him get to his feet, she couldn't help but notice that he was a good-looking man, probably in his early twenties. Because of his bulky outer clothing she couldn't tell anything about his build, but being a hiker, she knew that he would be in shape.

"Doing all right?" She asked. "Can you put any of your weight on it at all?"

"No, well, maybe just a little, with your help."

"Go ahead and put your arm across my shoulder and I'll put my arm around your back." "Put some of your weight on me, I'm not as flimsy as I might look."

"By the way, since we're going to be traveling close together for a while, my name is Jane."

"It's very good to meet you Jane; I'm Paul, Paul Edwards."

"Well, Mr. Paul Edwards, we better get started because it's about a three hour walk back to my cabin, and with this snow and your ankle, it's going to be difficult journey."

They made their way slowly back up to the trail, and then headed off to her cabin. 

*****

The darkness of a winter night had descended by the time Jane and Paul arrived back at her cabin. They were exhausted, hungry, wet and very cold. Paul had done well on the trip back, stopping only twice to rest and never complaining of his injured ankle. He was elated when she announced that the cabin was just over the next hill.

She opened the front door and helped Paul come inside, then pulled a chair over by the woodstove and sat him in it. She helped him take off his heavy coat, and then placed a small footstool in front of him. She was as gentle as possible as she lifted his injured leg and placed it on the stool, and then carefully removed his boot. Paul's ankle was swollen and colored in deep shades of black and blue; his foot was as cold as a block of ice. She knew that he needed to have a cold pack applied to ease the swelling but thought that it could wait because he needed to warm his body first. Jane went to her bedroom and gathered the warm comforter off her bed and returned to the front room.

"Paul, you need to get out of those wet jeans," and handed him the comforter. "I'll help you if you need me to."

"I think I can do that by myself." He said as he unbuckled his belt.

When he tried to pull his pants off, he found that he would need her help after all.

"I guess I can't do it by myself," he told her, "but there's something I better tell you first."

"No problem, just lift your butt off the chair a little and I'll slip these out from under you." 

"But...But," he sputtered, "You need to know that...." When she had his jeans off his butt and started down towards his knees, she couldn't help but see that he wasn't wearing underwear and that even though he was still cold, the cold had no effect on his maleness. 

"That's what I was trying to tell you," he said, "I never wear them."

"Oh." She said and laughed nervously, "Well, here, you might want to cover yourself to stay warm," and tossed him the comforter.

She asked if he wanted a bowl of hot soup and maybe a sandwich, to which he readily agreed. Going into her small kitchen, she gathered the ingredients and started their dinner.

"Is ham and cheese ok with you, Paul?" "And mushroom soup?"

"That would be great, Jane, all I had with me the last two days, was some trail mix."

After preparing the food, she picked up a TV tray and set it beside him, then brought his dinner and asked him if he wanted something to drink.

"I have water, tea or wine," she told him.

"Wine would be nice, if you don't mind."

"Yeah, I think wine too," she said, "might help us warm up."

Opening the bottle of wine, she grabbed two glasses from the dish drainer and filled them generously.

"I better warn you though, this is homemade dandelion wine and it packs a real punch."

"Did you make it?"

"No, an old man from town makes it, and then gives it to his friends as gifts."

"Good kind of friend to have," he said.

"Yeah, I suppose so, but he's an odd one though. Lives by himself with just his dogs as companions and goes to town once a month when his check comes in; but he makes a hell of a wine."

They finished their food and she cleaned up what little mess there was and disposed of it in the trash.

"Would you like more wine?" "Yes, I would, and your right, I can feel myself getting warmer by the minute." "It's also making my foot feel a little better too."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that," she said.

As she poured the wine, she realized that this was the first time that she had been alone with a man since David had left her. This man was a total stranger and injured as well. But here she was, drinking wine with him and actually enjoying his company.

It had been so long since she had enjoyed anything with a man, that having Paul here was beginning to put ideas in her head that had been hidden for a long while; especially after she had seen what was under the comforter and now just a few feet away.

"Damn," she thought to herself, "I think I'm getting a buzz, too."

"I'll be back in a few minutes," she told him, "I want to get out of these clothes and put something else on."

"If you need any help, just call me," he said and they both laughed.

She entered the bedroom and took her clothes off then looked at herself in the mirror on the back of the door. She had on plain white cotton panties and a bra so old that it didn't have any shape left to it.

"This won't do," she thought opening her dresser drawer. She removed a pair of silky bikini panties, looked once again in the mirror and decided she wasn't going to wear a bra at all.

"It's not like he's going to be seeing this anyway," she thought, "but it makes me feel better."

She grabbed her robe and put it on as she walked out to join him.

*****

"We had better do something about your ankle before we have any more wine." She told him, "I don't know about you, but I'm enjoying my buzz."

She pulled the cover off his foot and leaned down to look at it. She was aware that her robe had opened at the top and that if he was looking, could see her breast. Just thinking this thought sent a pleasurable feeling racing through out her body.

His ankle still looked bad, but the swelling had gone down somewhat. She turned her head to look at him and saw that he was looking into her open robe; that his eyes were fastened on her tits. Glancing towards his covered lap, she noticed that the swelling was not limited to his ankle.

She stood and made an attempt to close her robe but after seeing his reaction to her tits, and these new feelings that were coursing thru her body, decided to see how far this could go.

"Did you like what you just saw?" she asked.

"Yes, I did," he said sheepishly, "It's been quite a while since I've seen a woman with such beautiful breasts."

She felt like she was blushing from her head to her toes, but she had opened this door and now, must enter. She sat back down on her chair beside him and placed her hand on his forearm.

"It's been a long time since anyone has said that to me, in fact, it's been a long time that I even wanted a man to say that to me." "Look, Paul, I can't explain why I'm feeling this way tonight; maybe it's the wine, the snow, or the fact that you're injured. "Maybe it's just that I'm so damned lonely that I don't know how to act around a man anymore."

He picked her hand up and slowly brought it to his lips, then kissed her fingers.

"The reasons why don't matter," he said, "What matters is that we're here and you're a beautiful and very desirable woman." "In fact, if you want to know, I've been turned on since you found me on the trail this afternoon." 

She looked again at his lap and laughed softly, "Yes, I see that you are."

He placed her hand on his lap where she could feel his hardness through the comforter and smiled at her.

"Go ahead, Jane, touch me all you want."

She slowly drew the comforter down until she saw the tip of his engorged penis, sighed, and then removed the cover from his lap completely.

She took her hand and rubbed it down the length of his member, then taking it in her hand, slowly and gently, started to slide it up and down his rigid shaft.

"God, it's so hard and warm," she told him.

"Ohhh, that feels good," he sighed, "Your hand is so soft." She watched her hand as it made its repeated trips up and down his cock, she could feel the veins pulsing just under his flesh. She wondered how he would taste; then surprised herself, by leaning over and taking him in her mouth.

As the head of his swollen cock entered her mouth, she began to use her tongue on him. Swirling it around the tip and gently darting into his little hole. She opened her mouth wider and took in more of his cock. Her hand continued to stroke his shaft as she worked on bringing him to the inevitable conclusion.

"Oh my God," he moaned, "If you don't stop doing that, I'm going to cum before I want to." 

She responded by moving her hand faster and sucked him deeper into her mouth, her tongue constantly moving across his tool.

He placed his hand on the top of her head as his hips lifted off the chair and he cried out, "Now!" "Oh God yes," "I'm cumming now."

She removed her mouth from his cock as he started to cum, and watched as the first hot jet of his release arced into the air and fell on his flat stomach. His cock jerked lightly in her hand and another stream of his essence was launched, running down across her hand.

Looking up at his face as the last of his orgasm diminished, she was pleased to see that he was watching her intensely, then leaned forward and drew the robe off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to his view.

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked as her body warmed under his steady gaze.

"Oh God, yes, I did," "I needed that badly and your hand felt so good on me." He told her.

"I hope that I didn't cause your leg to hurt."

"Not at all," he said, "All my attention was focused on your hand and the feelings in my cock."

"Paul, I want you to know something, I've never done anything like that before in my life."

He took her hand in his and said, "I'm not judging you, Jane, far from it," he continued, "I'll let you in on a little secret of mine. This has never happened to me in my life either."

She smiled at him and gently laughed, glad that the issue was behind them now. Leaning forward, she kissed him for the first time and he responded by opening her mouth with his tongue and caressing the inside of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and responded to his kiss in kind.

He brought his hand up and gently caressed the swell of her breast, then rubbed across her nipple, bringing it to quick attention. She moaned with her arousal, then shrugged her robe off completely and carefully straddled his waist. Pulling the crotch of her panties aside she pressed her hand against her pussy and realized how hot she was for this man.

"I want you now, Paul," she whispered in his ear, "I want to feel your hardness deep inside of me."

He pulled her towards him and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently, as she reached between them to grasp his hardening cock and placed the tip of it against her wetness, slowly rubbing it up and down her slit.

Each time his cock head rubbed against her clit, an involuntary tremble coursed through her body. She could feel her wetness seeping from her pussy and onto his cock, making it slick to her touch. When she placed him at her entrance, he pushed up with his hips slightly and she felt him enter her at last.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, settling herself down on his cock completely.

She placed her hands on his shoulders to help support herself and keep her from putting to much weight on his leg. He put his hands under her ass cheeks and used his strong arms to help guide her up and down on his cock.

"Oh God, this feels so good," she said.

As she sank down on his cock again she could feel his pubic bone against her clit and pressed herself harder against him, rocking back and forth. The friction against her clit was exquisite and she relished the wanton feelings running wild, through her body.

Paul pulled her closer to him, found her waiting mouth, and kissed her deeply. She pushed herself down on his cock as far as she could, then lifted her ass till he was barely in her, and then plunged down again. Over and over she impaled herself on his cock, till at last, she felt her climax fast approaching.

"I'm going to cummmm," she breathed, "I'm going to cum NOWWWW!"

She rammed herself down tightly against the bottom of his cock; thrust her tongue back deep into his mouth and felt her pussy begin to spasm and her woman's juice flood her tunnel.

"I have to cum too," he shouted, "I want to cum in your pussy, so bad."

"Oh God...oh God, yes, cum in me.... cum in my pussy," "Now."

"Ohhhhhhh," he groaned. His cock began to spray the insides of her pussy with his hot cum; pulse after pulse of his essence filling her tight hole, until it began to leak out from around his hardness and make its way slowly down to the crack of his ass.

She sat astride him, still impaled on his cock, as her own orgasm subsided.

"It' been a long time since I had anything that felt that good," she said, as she held him close to her, "And I loved it."

"It was great for me too, he said, "I just wish that my leg wasn't hurt." "I could have done other things... to make you feel even better."

"Oh yeah," she asked smiling at him, "like what."

He licked his thumb and placed it against her clit, then slowly, ever so gently, began to rub it in small circles.

"Do you like to have a man go down on you and lick and suck your pussy?" He asked.

"Mmmmmm, oh yes," "But it's been so long since I've had that done to me." She started to slowly rock back and forth on his pubic bone again.

"My last boyfriend didn't like to do it to me, guess he thought it was beneath him or something, but he sure didn't mind it when I went down on him."

"Yeah, looking back now, I can honestly say, that he was a prime asshole."

His thumb's motions on her clit, was having the desired effect on her body. Her breathing became shallower, almost like a pant; her chest was sporting a rosy, flushed appearance. Her head was tilted to the side, and her eyes were closed as she was swept along on the delicious feeling between her legs.

"I want to go down on you," he said, "I want to taste how sweet your pussy must be."

"Ohhhh yesss, I want you to eat my pussy."

She reluctantly stood up and as she did so, his softened cock popped out of her wet hole, followed by their combined love juices.

"We have to move you to a more comfortable position, so I'm going to help you get to my bedroom." She told him.

She put her arm around his shoulder as she helped him rise from the chair and without to much trouble, they made it to her bed. She helped him lie down and arranged his hurt leg on a pillow, then slipping her panties off, lay down next to him.

"I want you to straddle my face," he said.

"Let me just clean myself up a little first." She replied.

"No, Jane," "Please, let me do that for you with my tongue."

She moaned aloud at the thought of his tongue licking her pussy.

She lifted her leg and straddled him, putting her knees on either side of his shoulders and thrusting her hips towards his waiting mouth. Her hands went to the headboard of her bed to steady herself as she felt his tongue touch her swollen clit.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh," she moaned.

His thumbs went to her pussy and slowly spread her lips wide allowing him access to her inner folds of sensitive skin. His tongue circled her clit and then dipped down to her fleshy outer lips, which he sucked into his mouth and pulled on them with his teeth.

"Ohhh sssshhhiiittt, that's feels so fucking good." She said "Don't stop, don't stop doing that."

His tongue went from her clit, to up and down her wet slit. He found the entrance to her pussy and started to tongue fuck her, putting it inside of her as deep as he could. He grabbed her ass and pulled her even closer to his face, then went back to her clit and sucked it hard.

"I'm cuuuummmmmming." She cried. "Goddamn, I'm going to cum all over your face." With that, she started to roll her hips and push her pussy harder into his face, her juices starting to run from deep inside. Her body, shaking like a leaf in the wind, suddenly goes rigid and she cums again and again, each orgasm being as strong as the last.

"Ohmygod," "Oh... My... God," she exclaimed, "I've never cum that hard before."

She moved her ass down his body and leaned over and kissed him deeply, tasting herself for the first time; then licks her juice from his face.

She lay down beside him, with her head on his chest; willing her breathing to return to normal.

"How's your leg doing now?" She asked. "Did we hurt it with our play?"

"Hell, no," he chuckled, taking his hardening cock in his hand, "I'm ready to do it all over again."

***

Jane awoke gradually and saw that Paul was still sleeping soundly beside her and after last night's activity; she was going to let him rest as long as he could. She eased herself out of bed, threw on her housecoat, then walked to the window and looked out. It was just light enough for her to see that at least eighteen inches of snow had fallen since it started yesterday and it was still coming down hard. 

She went into the living room and added wood to the stove, and then opened the damper to quickly warm her cabin. Picking up the phone to call and report that she had found the hiker; something she should have done last evening but for some reason, didn't, and discovered that the line was dead. 

Not to unusual in a snowstorm, she thought as she replaced the receiver, the phone lines are probably down somewhere. She wondered if they would lose the power too, as it sometimes happened.

Going over to the sink, she filled the coffee pot with water and put it on to brew, then walked into her room again, to check on Paul and use the bathroom to freshen up. 

Paul was just awakening and looked at her and smiled, as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Good morning, Jane."

"Good morning to you, Paul." She said, as she lightly caressed his cheek, "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, very well, thanks." He replied, as he carefully pulled himself into a sitting position on the bed.

"How does your ankle feel this morning?"

"Right now it feels pretty good," he said, "But I'll have to see how much weight I can put on it when I get up." 

"Ok," "Just let me use the bathroom first and when I'm done, I'll give you a hand, if you need it." She told him, then entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

As she studied herself in the mirror, she saw that this morning she looked radiant. There was a glow to her face and it even seemed that some of the worry lines around her eyes had vanished. She brushed her teeth, and then started to turn on the water for a shower when she remembered something; if the power goes out, the pump in the well stops and we'll have no water for anything. She stepped closer to the door and called out to Paul.

"Paul," "would you be interested in taking a shower with me?" she asked, "in case the power goes off and we have no water."

"Hell yes!" Came his enthusiastic reply, "For whatever reason, but I think I might need a little help."

Jane opened the door and went to the bed as he started to rise. She took his hand and helped him up. His covers slipped to the floor as he balanced unsteadily, testing his ankle.

"Hey, I think it's doing much better today." He said. "I can put a little more weight on it than I could yesterday."

"That's good, Paul," she answered, "now let's see if we can get you to the shower."

Jane helped Paul into the shower stall, then turned the water on and adjusted it to suit her. She shrugged her robe off and stepped in to join him.

They stood facing each other for a few moments, and then Paul took her in his arms and kissed her gently, tenderly, running his fingers down her back until he had her ass cheeks cupped in his strong hands. She reached behind him and did the same, except she pulled him closer and pushed her pussy into him. She could feel his cock hardening as they embraced and it excited her, sending warming feelings all over her body.

"Do you want to fuck me?" She asked boldly, as she broke their embrace and turned her back to him, bending over slightly, "Do you want to fuck me from behind?"

In answer to her question, Paul cupped her sex from behind and ran his fingers around her slit drawing some of her slickness and rubbing it on his cock. He grabbed her hips as she reached between her legs and took his fully hard cock in her hand, guiding it into her wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhh, your cock feels sooooo good sliding into my pussy." She said, as he pulled her ass towards him, driving himself deeper into her cunt.

He reached around her to find and play with her clit as he fucked her, but she stopped him and said,

"Don't worry about doing that, we'll have time for that later." "Right now, I just want you to fuck me hard."

Ever careful of his ankle, he drove his cock in and out of her grasping pussy until he felt himself on the verge of cumming.

"Come on, Paul," she moaned, "give it to me, now!"

Paul groaned and drove himself as deep in her as he could. She felt his cock swell inside her as the first hot spurts of his cum, drenched the bottom of her cunt. 

"Ohhh, God, that's so good Paul," she said, "I can't seem to get enough of your cock."

Paul's cock continued to pump cum into Jane's pussy until he finally had none left to give her. He withdrew from her with an audible plop, turned her back around, cupped her head in his hands and kissed her deeply.

"Jane," he said, as he continued to plant little kisses on her face and neck, "I've never had a woman that affects me the way you do. I feel no restraints or inhibitions like I have with the other women in my life."

"And just how many other women have there been?" She asked, smiling up at him teasingly, "You're probably too young to have had that many others.

"Is that what you think? I'm too young?" He said, taking a sponge from the soap dish, squirting liquid body soap on it and began to wash her arms and hands. "You didn't seem to think so a few minutes ago, did you?"

"Well, no I didn't," she replied with a grin, "now, let's finish our shower before the hot water is all gone." *****

Sitting at the table after their shower, Jane took a sip of her coffee and looked out the window. The snow was still falling.

"I made a mistake last night," she told Paul, "I didn't call and inform anyone that you were here with me, and that you were safe." She gestured towards the window, "I'm sure that they believe you're still out there in all that."

"I tried to call this morning, before you were awake, but the phone lines are down." She shook her head and looked down at her coffee, "I'm sorry, Paul, I know there must be someone that you want to contact."

He put his cup down and took her hand, "No, Jane, there's no one I need, or want, to contact." He continued, "My parent's died last year in a car accident, and being an only child, I've been by myself since then."

"What about your grandparents or a girlfriend?" 

"There's no one, Jane, no one at all." He said.

Jane got up from the table, then walked to the window, and put her hands on the sill as she once again looked outside, at the snowy scene in front of her.

"One thing's for certain, Paul," she said, "There's no way on earth that anyone's going to be out there looking for you in this; so maybe we'll be ok, until the phone lines are restored." She turned from the window and smiled mischievously at him, "Yes, it looks like your going to be stuck here for a while, with me."

"I can think of much worse places to be stuck," he said, and then gave her his sexiest look, "And even a few that are much, much better."

"Is that right?" She replied, walking towards him with a lewd look in her eye, "And just where, pray tell, would those places be?"

"If you'll help me back to the bed; I just might show you," he said, holding his hand out to her.

She took his offered hand, then leaned down and kissed him hard on his lips, letting the tip of her tongue explore his mouth briefly, before helping him stand. Before moving to the bedroom, he untied her robe and pulled it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. 

They stood at the foot of her bed, holding and kissing each other. His hands were caressing her gently, tracing invisible patterns on her skin, as she moaned her desire into his mouth.

Ever careful of his ankle, he maneuvered them to the edge of the bed, where they lay down beside one another. Looking longingly into his eyes, she turned on her side facing him and put her leg across his hips, then guided his mouth to her breast.

As his lips touched her, he flicked his tongue across the top of her swelling nipple, causing her to sharply draw her breath in several times and then pulled his head closer to her. His hand was caressing her other breast and gently pinching it's nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She took his hand and slid it slowly down her body, until it was resting between her thighs, and then separated one of his fingers and began to run it up and down her slit.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, "This is so sexy; using my hand to guide you to where I need your fingers to be."

Paul released her breast from his mouth and looked at Jane. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted slightly, her forehead was creased with a few gentle lines of concentration, as she used Paul's hand to caress herself.

She lifted her leg from his hip and drawing her foot close to her ass, she let her knee fall to the side, allowing him much greater access to her warm center. Her hand continued to press his finger deeper into her cleft as she slowly rotated her hips.

Paul felt her arousal seeping from her, as she moved his hand between her legs. He wanted to excite her clit with his tongue, but knew that would come later, right now, she was in control.

Jane's whole being was, at this moment, located between the folds of her pussy. She had almost brought herself to a climax, but wanting to delay the intense feeling she knew would drive her over the edge, had kept from touching her clit. She was close now...so close.

"Ohhh, yessss, here it comessss," she cried, as she finally touched his fingertip to her waiting clit and pressed hard.

Her hips lifted off the bed as her orgasm raced through her body, her core was aflame with desire and she needed so much more to quench its burning feeling.

"Lick me, Paul," she moaned into his neck, "Oh God, please lick my pussy and make me cum again."

"I'll do whatever you want me to, Jane, gladly."

He slid down the bed until his head was between her legs, and then slowly started to lick his way down her inner thighs, then back, towards her moist center; almost, but never quite touching, her clit, where he knew, she wanted him to be.

She placed her hands on top of his head, hurriedly urging him to make the first contact on her needful clit. She pushed her hips upward, closer to his face, moaning for him to lick her.

When his tongue finally reached her clit, she moaned deep in her throat and urged him on.

"Eat me, Paul," she cried, "Eat my cunt." 

His tongue danced across her pussy, darting everywhere, missing nothing; his mouth sucking the juice from her moist folds; his fingers, finding her hot interior, and then slowly penetrating, only to be withdrawn and then pushed deep inside again. 

"Let me suck your cock," she said, "Turn, so I can suck you off while you eat me." 

Paul rearranged himself as quickly as he could and she wasted no time in reaching out to his swollen cock and sliding her mouth over it, sucking greedily.

As she sucked, one of her hands dropped down and began to caress his balls, lightly squeezing, and then pulling. Her tongue was twirling around the tip of his cock, driving him crazy.

"Ohhhh, sweet Jesus," he moaned, "That feels incredible. Ohhhh, don't stop, don't stop doing that."

Her pussy felt like it was going to explode; his tongue was hitting all the right places and his fingers, driving in and out of her, was making her pussy flow with her juices. She released his ball's, and then throwing her arms around his hips, grabbed his ass and pulling him toward her, pushed his cock even deeper into her mouth.

"Shit, shit, ohhhhh shit!" He moaned, "I'm gonna do it nowww, I'm cumming."

She felt his cock twitch and then her mouth was flooded with his hot cum. She swallowed as much as she could manage, but some of it escaped and ran down her cheeks and dripped off her chin.

Her own orgasm followed rapidly; the intense feelings of her lust and desire draining from her spent body quickly filled his mouth with her release. 

As she turned her body to lie beside him, she kissed him deeply, tasting her own juices on his face and in his mouth. She put her arms around him and hugged him close, never wanting this moment to end. 

"After last night," Paul said, "I didn't think it would be possible to recreate the most satisfying sex I have ever had in my life, but today, it happened again."

"Oh, Paul, I feel the same way." "I don't think I want this snow to ever end; because when it does, I know that you'll want to be on you way."

He "Ah..., I was hoping that maybe..."

"Maybe what, Paul?"

"I was hoping that you might ask me to stay here for a while and see how things go. After my ankle gets better, I could help you out around here. I'm actually pretty handy with odd jobs."

"Yes, you sure are," she said laughing, "You sure are."

 
