Rescued by a Snow Angel 1971 was a pretty good year for me. I got the first real big promotion of my career as a home designer. I had worked a lot of years as a builder, an actual hammer and saw guy, when I got a somewhat private gig with a local Montana businessman, Burnett Perkins, who wanted specific perks on his new self designed home. We had met as I worked my way up the coast to Portland Oregon and Yakima and then east to Helena, Montana. I had a crew of 9 independent contractors and usually hired locals as we built a few specific designs of homes. As Burnett Perkins building progressed on paper, via blueprint, the draftsmen I employed and I began to show him how impossible some of his specializations were. He always grew livid with my telling him couldn't do some the things he wanted. He eventually told me he had designed the grocery store's he owned and didn't need me. (they were all essentially retail boxes) Following me, he soon brought in Sylvan Lemke, a professional designer, an avante-garde famous for many of the art-deco, and artsy-fartsy buildings he had done around the world. I was startled he spent that kind of money to get someone with a pedigree to kiss his ass. However, once again Perkins heard about what he couldn't do. He basically wanted to build a home that would fall down because of architectural defeats due to gravity and improper weight bearing. Where I said yes to some things in his architecture, the "artiste" said NO, so he rehired me to work "with" him. Eventually I worked in tandem with the man who would become my mentor, my idol, Sylvan Lemke. He was much sought after by newly minted "rich" of the era. We designed a good part of the "upper middle class mansions" of the early to middle 70's The Population had boomed at the time, peaking around 1976-78, while the home-price index actually went down since its previous all time high in the 50's. Unemployment was at its lowest rate in 25 years at the time and money was plentiful for people who hadn't known such wealth. That building boom would eventually erode by the middle 70's when the unemployment rate quickly went from just over 2% to over 8 %. But Lemke and I were as busy as we could have been. He loved my "eye" and my "middle class sense" where he felt I could speak to the "new" class of people who were hiring him for design. (Lemke was an elitist, but mostly from the way the avant-garde rich treated him) He signed me to a 5 year contract and put me into one of his homes near the Capital of New York. He had a 9 room home that sat on the edge of the Mohawk River on theold section of River Road. (It was a home he bought at the beginning of his career and hadn't designed it, it simply sat on one of the most beautiful spots in the Northeast) River Road had public parks and recreation areas at one end and High Tech Nuke Research facilities at the other near Schenectady. The old River Road was now a spur of the main road where he was located and the road went to an almost one lane, ending up a No Outlet Dead End. Where the spur began was just off the public entrance to River Road and its amenities and Labs. It was early December and I had just flown in to Albany from Edmonton, after a 3 week job, via New York City on the last flight allowed in due to a major snow storm. By the time I got my baggage, my equipment, and my car, 5 inches of snow was down, but I still had time to visit a favorite, Charlie's Diner, near the Airport. When I got going towards River Road, the streets and roads had become hazardous. I got to the entrance to the River Road area and the plow had been through in the last 15 or 20 minutes and I made the right onto the spur instead of the left the plow had taken down the public thoroughfare . I was encouraged because the spur seemed recently plowed but once I turned I saw it was only plowed about 500 feet, to the water plant, and the rest of the road be damned. It was an area of mostly affluent locals and somehow their convenience was not a priority. I had a heavy new Toronado with its new (at the time) front-wheel drive in a full size car, so I felt confident I could make it the little over 3 miles to my digs, if I took my time. It was Friday, I had all night, little did I know . . . . About a half mile above the water plant it was apparent I made an error in judgment to continue past where the plow had gone. I could go about 20 or 30 feet before I bogged down and would have to back and plow ahead a few more feet. Finally I was going to have to give up. I didn't want to leave my car on the pavement, so I herky-jerked the car off the road up beside a chain link fence that protected a nursery farm. I grabbed a few things I needed, bundled up and, ever so proud of myself because I snowshoe a lot on the winter and was prepared for the cold, put on the boots, gloves, scarf, and snowshoes in the trunk and planned to walk the rest of the way. (Remember this was before cell phones and instant communication devices) The snow was piling up quickly and it was getting dark fast but I still thought as long as I was warm, could still make home. The wind soon picked up and I realized I was screwed, no two ways about it. Homes were sporadic and far off the road in this area and I didn't see any lights in any homes I did see. I was warm enough but really almost out of strength. I had to keep going or stay in one spot and freeze waiting for a plow and that could be not until morning at best. So, I pushed myself as hard as I could and I was going to be half the night getting home, IF I could find my way in the near white out it seemed. If I was walking more than 5 or 10 steps a minute, it was a lot. The only sound was the wind in the trees and the snow blowing over the existing snow when I heard what sounded like a farm tractor. I stopped because I thought I might be hearing things, as a farm tractor would be out of the question in this snow, but I grew up in Kansas farm country, and I HEARD A TRACTOR. As much as I hated to, I stopped and scanned the area in the direction of the sound and saw the oddest thing I think I ever saw. It was what seemed to be a tractor head, it's exhaust spire chugging out puffs of gray smoke, but instead of wheels, it ran on top of the snow on two revolving corkscrew tubes. At first I thought I was hallucinating or seeing some sort of UFO, but as it got closer I saw it was a Fordson Snow Machine or Snow Devil. They were invented back in the early 1900's but never really caught on, but I think it was eventually used for militaria applications. My Grandfather had taken me to the Kansas State Fair and they had one they gave rides on in a field flooded with mud. I remember it seemed to float on the mud as long as the screw propelled drive was active. Even though I knew what it was, I didn't know WHY it was there. It pulled up beside me and a little man with a mask pulled over his face hollered down to me in his shrill but gravelly voice. "What in hell are you doing out here? You'll be dead before nightfall. Pull yourself up in the cab." Well, the "cab" was three sided and really gave you no protection from the cold, it only kept your face out of the wind in your face. "Where are you going?" He asked. "I live ahead in Rivers Edge Manor." I shouted and pointed due south. "Sylvan Lemke owns that, but he's never there. He just leased it." "That would be to me. Can we make it in this?" I shouted, hopefully. "I don't even know if I can make it back to my place. You're coming with me!" With a jerk the machine just glided over the snow as the motor chugged, spat and mis-fired following the quickly disappearing path it made coming to get me. Soon a large log house with smoke coming from the chimney appeared through the snow behind a stand of pines. Now I'm not talking log cabin, I'm talking log mansion. Two full stories and just HUGE. A large side building that looked more like a horse barn was open and he pulled right into it. I jumped down glad to have something solid beneath my snowshoed feet. I knelt and took the shoes off and the little man grabbed them and my one bag I took with me and said, "Come on before we both freeze out here." We plowed through the snow up a couple steps, stomped off our feet and he opened the front door and suddenly I was in a warm house, a fire glowing and a local TV station doing an emergency broadcast about the storm on the big (for the era) 30 inch TV. The wiry little man unzipped the hood over his head and whipped off the goggles he wore and suddenly the little man was a young girl who shook out her long light brown hair. When I think now, her voice was like Demi Moore, but a little more rough. Looking at her face and hearing her, she was real sexy, whether she wanted to be or not. Maybe it was because I thought it was a little old man. The old contraption, the rough voice that sounded shrill as she shouted over the storm and the machine. "I was in the upstairs bedroom getting a sweater when I saw you. I was still chilled from going out to get firewood an hour ago. I could just make you out over the pines and at first I thought it was my father, but he called just about that time to say he wasn't going to make it back himself." "I can't thank you enough! My name is Wes Mantel, I work with Sylvan Lemke, or I should say we are partners in a 5 year venture. Where did you get the Fordson?" I said in a flurry of statements as I blathered on, so happy to be safe and warm after thinking I might freeze to death. She took off the thick parka, but still in snow pants she stepped towards me very businesslike and said, "Paige Gibbs. Can you feel all of your extremities? You could have had frostbite out there." She asked still more concerned about my well being than details. "NO, No I'm fine. I just have to get out of these boots. That fire looks fabulous. The snowshoes kept me from being down in the snow, pretty much. I thought you were a little old man." I continued to speak, blathering. "Sit by the fire, let me get out of this get up and I'll get you a blanket to make sure you've warmed your core. The cold is nothing to play with." Paige said as she strode past me and up the pine slab stairs that led to the 2nd floor. I didn't have to be asked twice to sit in front of the fire, the hot flames beckoning my cold body. After surveying the home from where I stood, I sat on a leather hassock I pushed from in front of an easy chair to right in front of the fire. I heard the local news anchor on the television saying how the storm caught the area off guard, only expecting flurries from a Nor'easter that wasn't thought to end up this far inland. Now, another foot could be expected by morning. I heard Paige come down the steps and before I could turn to speak to her she was putting a green and white Indian blanket over my shoulders saying, "Are you absolutely sure your toes, fingers, and face are all OK, nothing tingly or numb?" "No, really I'm fine, I was dressed for the conditions, and I was just starting to become exhausted, that was worrying me. Thank you for your concern." I told her. She held out both of her hands and it was obvious the tips of both pinkies and ring fingers were gone at the first knuckle. "I got off the trail cross-country skiing in Vermont a couple years ago, I was under equipped and lost for 4 hours before they found me. I lost these and a toe and the tips of two other toes as well. Screwing with the cold is bad business." She said as she pulled a pine slab bench closer to the fire and sat for a moment, holding her arms tight to herself, obviously fighting a chill in the thick sweater she had put on and adding a quilt around her. She only sat for a moment when she stood and asked, "Do you want something hot to drink? I'm going to make some hot chocolate, but we've got instant coffee or tea. You should have something." She said as she paraded with the quilt around her to the kitchen "Hot chocolate sounds cozy. You're really too kind. As soon as I see the plow go through I'll go down to the road and wait for them to come back and get a ride to my car. Maybe they can help pull it out." I said optimistically as she disappeared into the room I assume was the kitchen. When she came back out after starting the hot drinks she wore a little grin, saying "You haven't lived here long. That plow won't be coming through here until tomorrow, and not until the snow stops. That's a dead end with no outlet. They have little room to turn around and more than once they've gotten stuck trying. When they do come through, tomorrow, they'll have a payloader following them." She said with a wry smile, like talking to the local neophyte I was. "Is that why you have the Fordson?" I asked. "The Snow Devil belonged to my grandfather and we had it shipped here from Nebraska when my uncle sold the farm he got after Grampa passed. It was a curiosity he worked on occasionally and my Dad took it to restore. We just got it running last month and we took it out in the horse yard during the last snow on Halloween. If I couldn't start it, you were going to freeze. It actually runs good, except I think one plug is misfiring." She explained talking like someone who knew her way around the engine. "The horse yard?" I wondered. "Our front yard is supposed to corral a couple horses, but my Dad hasn't the time to tend to horses yet. I can do that for him now, but probably not till Spring." She said, speaking rather blankly into the fire, as if she didn't want to talk about it. "Your Dad is working now?" I asked to make conversation, actually wishing I hadn't. I didn't want her to think I was casing her or the house. "No, he's skiing in Vermont and the conditions were just OK. Now with the new cover he's staying another day. Ummm, my Dad is divorced from my Mom, he's with his girlfriend, and that's probably another reason he's staying. He won't let her stay here while I'm here." "I'm sorry I asked, it was none of my business and prying." I said, truly contrite. "I knew you were from the area once you got your coat, hat, and scarf off. I`ve seen you jogging by before. Dad was going to stop you some day to see if you were a renter or what. He's trying to form an association to get more services from the town, LIKE PLOWING!" She said with a chuckle. "I've only been here since August 1st and I've been away a lot, I guess I missed the Halloween storm." I explained. `Well, it was 60 the next 2 days and all 5 inches were gone in no time, so you could have missed it. So is there a Mrs.Wes you have to call? See, I can get nosy too!" she said with a cute smile in that voice that was driving me crazy. "No, I'm not married. I travel around so much that I barely have time to meet anyone, except for customers and I don't fool around like that." I said staring at the fire. "So you design those off the wall buildings with Sylvan Lemke?" She asked frankly. "He likes to say that he designs the edificial artwork, and I do the one of a kind home designs, with input from him. People pay for his name, not mine. I have a binder with photos of my work in my car, if I ever get it back." I chuckled. We both stared at the fire in quiet thought, I'm sure about each other, until she got up and dropped the quilt to go to the kitchen to fetch the hot chocolate. "Do you want a hand with that? I asked. "NO, you stay there and make sure you're warm." She said as she turned and padded off to get the hot drinks. When she turned without the quilt wrapped around her and walked away I saw she was wearing tight jeans that showed off a cute shapely little ass, and I mean little. She must have weighed 90 or 95 pounds, maybe more because she was definitely muscled, but she was teeny tiny. She came out with two steaming cups with a dollop of marshmallow crème on the top. She handed me mine and offered hers to clink. "To a long winters night with hopes we can get out of here tomorrow." "Skål" I said in my best Scandinavic accent to clink her toast. We each sipped and I had to get nosier. "So do you work?" "I'm not the spoiled rich kid brat you probably think I am. I work at my Father's store, up on the main drag, Gibbs - A Clothier" "I never said or thought "brat" about you. Mmmm, a guilty conscience?" I kidded hoping she would take it that way. "That's what my Mom would call me. Listen we have all night, I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours, OK?" I held out my cup to clink, and she did. "I went to school to be a Fashion Designer in St Louis. I was only 17 when I started; my birthday is late in September. It was a two year school and during my last semester, Mom, who was on the outs with my Dad at the time, made a surprise visit and found my boyfriend living in my dorm with me. She had a fit and all but disowned me. I convinced her that we were getting married, but as soon as I graduated he was gone to move in with a freshman. He was a leach who liked young girls. I had to crawl back to my mother and tell her she was right. She took me back in while I tried to find a job and in the meantime my Dad opened this store here. He had been a buyer for Nordstrom's back home. He bought for the fly-over stores in the Midwest, you know, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, like that. He got wind of someone selling a successful high fashion store here and he took the business and renamed it, Gibbs - A Clothier. It was an opportunity to get away from my Mom, who just wanted him out, and to be with his girlfriend, a sales rep living here who encouraged him to buy the existing successful business. The store is all high end retail, high-end fashion stuff. When he asked me to design a few originals for the store I accepted the challenge, my Mom took it as me taking sides. My Dad WAS a cheater, but, I'll tell you my Mom is a bitch most of the time and probably a cold fish. I don't even know how they had me. Anyway, some of my things began to sell and my Mom got jealous and tossed me out saying, If HE is what I wanted, HE could have me. I've been here about 9 months with my own design studio over the store, I work as the manager and my Dad has offered to build me a private entrance apartment in the back if I want it. My only codicil was that he couldn't judge me or my lifestyle. I'm just 23 now and consider myself an adult. Once the addition is built in the spring, I'll move in there and his girlfriend will move in here." She finished. Me, being ever nosy asked, "lifestyle"? "Well, I'm 23 and like to be on my . . . . . . Oh! I didn't mean I was gay or anything. I just didn't want to hear grief when I brought home company, or came home late, or not at all. That's what having your own place is, right?" "Well, taking care of it and taking the responsibility of paying your bills, making sure you eat right, and all that as well." I added so she would know it wasn't always a party. "Who do you think washes my Dad's clothes, makes his dinner, keeps this place clean? He pays his bills and I have my own charge cards and pay them myself. My designs sell everyday in the shop. We have pretty affluent customers and they come from a long ways sometimes. When I move out, my Dad will have to get a maid." She said patting herself on the back. "Maybe his girlfriend will do all that stuff for him, with you gone." I said with a grin. "She won't lift a finger if she moves in. She loves my Dad, but she loves his money too. Soooo, how about you?" She said cutely. `Well, I worked family farms all through High School and through building new structures with my Dad, my Grandfather and both of their brothers I learned to be a pretty good carpenter. When I graduated from High School I skipped college and ran a building business with a friend of mine. We were doing good, but he wanted out so he could go to school, so I kept the business myself, hiring just private contractors to sub with me. I had a good crew of workers, but I didn't want to get involved with payroll and all that. One Summer I worked my way across I-70 just working by word of mouth, and I stumbled upon a gig with a grocery store operator who wanted a house built to his specs. I laughed at what he wanted and showed him what was possible, what was ethical, what I wouldn't put my name to, and finally before I got no more than a foundation poured, he fired me. Then he went out and spent gobs of money hiring Sylvan. Sylvan showed him more NO'S than I did and he rehired me. He told Sylvan Lemke that I had said some of the things he wanted WERE possible and Sylvan asked to show him how, thinking I wouldn't challenge him. I was a little brash, but I showed him a few things I knew would work, doing them my way, what I call construction in reverse. Sylvan got pissed and returned the retainer and told the guy, Burnett Perkins, who sells half the groceries in the mid-west, that I was a piss ant and he deserved me. Four days later Sylvan looked me up and wanted me to sit in on a design session and work with blueprint design engineer. He thought about this way I had of doing things and decided it worked." "What is construction in reverse?" She asked stopping me. "It's where you want to do a specific shape or design, but simple architectural theory tells you it won't go. You build what convention tells you, then modify it adding your non-conventional idea on a smaller scale, usually 75 to 90 percent. Hard to explain, but it works. ANYWAY. After a few weeks he told me he had so many private jobs backlogged, he couldn't devote time to his real passion, all those crazy monstrosities he would build. People had money to burn on big distinctive homes and the prices were right. So he gave me a 5 year contract to work for and with him designing houses, all the while sending me to school to learn all the math crap and drawing I would need. I didn't HAVE to become an engineer, just understand some of the crap that I would envision and know why it would and wouldn't work. I like to work with cantilevered projects that show from the side or front of a building, I like shapes and stuff he calls minimalist, but I think just looks neat. If we build one of our houses here on the River Road there would be people driving by all the time, it's always some quirk to them, but they aren't so over the top that neighbors would complain. I suppose it's hard to put into words. But he gave me the house here for my own for 5 years and I'm making lots of money and making a name for myself and I'm only 29. After the 5 years, I'm betting we stay together as working partners as long as prices stay down and money is plentiful. So Paige, THAT'S my story." "You said there was no Mrs. Wes, how about an ex-wife or a girlfriend." She said cutely. "Nobody serious at this time, I've never been married. I saw a stewardess for a little while, but she wanted something exclusive and I was never near her, and she never near me. A girl I went to High School with looked me up here just after I got here and that seemed to be working, but she wanted to move in "to save money". But she wanted to run the house her way and undo my style and, I'm guessing, planning a wedding. I don't play those games while I'm under this contract. I can be exclusive, but don't move in under false pretenses and change my house while I'm gone. I was serious about her, but not THAT serious. So I date a little when I can, but I'm not a run around or a bar hopper. I work hard and enjoy my solitude at The Manor." "You sound a bit like me in your sense of having your freedom, but having someone to hold at night would be nice. Having someone to do something like dinner, or just drinks, at the spur of the moment is a plus too, BUT, I don't need someone needy, constantly wanting to be with me. I can come home from work some days, say hello to my Dad, make a sandwich and go upstairs and read until 11 or 12 and I'm quite happy. Sometimes I don't like being bothered and my Dad is quite good at leaving me alone." She said making her point solidly. "That's about my gig, as you said. Maybe we should get flags and run them up when we want company. If both of them are up, we're on." I said, unintentionally hitting on her. "OH! I didn't mean to make it sound like I was propositioning you; I was trying to be cute." I quickly apologized. "Mission accomplished on being cute, I think you're very cute." She said as she stood and took both of our empty cups back to the kitchen. "SHIT!" I thought to myself, "She gives me that line and walks away not leaving me an opening." I turned to see her cute ass walk into the kitchen and she looking back over her shoulder to catch me with a little grin. I heard the cups clink into the sink, I presume, and she was walking back. "That wasn't fair was it?" She asked with a shit eating grin. "I'm a guest in your house, you might have saved my life, or at least frostbitten toes and fingers, and I don't want to make you think I'm trying take advantage, or presume anything." I said sheepishly knowing that I, as the older and more experienced at this game, should be taking the lead, but didn't want to assume anything. "If the plow came by right now, the snow stopped and your car delivered to the front of the house and you went home, would you look me up for a date some day?" She asked, her face suddenly getting serious. "Not a doubt in my mind. I find you very interesting, your voice MORE than provocative, and on top of that you are just as cute as a June bug. Plus I know some interesting things about you that normally would take a couple dates to find out." I said almost as if I were confessing. "Well, let me confess something too, these aren't the jeans I was wearing under my snow pants when I brought you here. I changed into them when I got a look at you down here. So put your male ego away, I'm driving this, not you." She said with the first lack of confidence she seemed to have all evening. "You mean my innocent charm has nothing to do with the fact if I call you for a date, you would go?" I asked knowing she would find my purposeful naiveté also charming. She moved from the pine slab bench over to my hassock as I skootched to make room for her. "Listen, if you were as naïve as you're acting right now I'd have you heading home with a shovel and a thermos of coffee. I'm a first date, first base girl; a kiss." She said as she kissed me and then looked me straight in my eyes while taking my hand. "I'm a second date, 2nd base kind of girl; feeling outside the clothes." She said as she took my hand and pressed it to one of her breasts. "I've granted you two bases, the rest is up to you and how you make me feel. I must also admit, that the first time I saw you jogging in those little shorts, I rode by you twice. Each time you went by when I was here thereafter I also decided to ride the River Road. You were too into it even notice." She confessed. "I probably had headphones and transistor radio with me." I said blushing. We sat without a word for almost 30 seconds, while I was aware she was looking right at me, while I stared at the fire. Finally I turned and kissed her once, then a second time and then a third hard kiss while I moved my hand to her leg, about 8 inches above her knee. She removed it right away. I remembered she had rules, and I was just rounding first and hadn't explored second base real well yet. While I continued to kiss her I reached up and cupped her right breast and she immediately removed my hand again. I sighed in frustration but continued to kiss her lips, adding a little tongue. When I broke the kiss she whispered, "We have all night, there are no guarantees. We're both going to live close-by for a long time. Don't treat me like a one-night stand." She didn't say it as a reprimand. She didn't say it like she was automatically mine. She was simply stating something that would do us both good to remember before we assume something, did something, to irreparably change things. I gripped her hand tightly and brought it to my lips and kissed it, telling her we were going to move to the sofa. She smiled at me like I finally got the idea and got up. "You know every time we move on the leather it's going to sound like farts, and I don't fart in front of my dates until at least the 10th date." She said sweetly as a joke. "That's good because by the 10th date my nose is usually close enough to feel how warm they are." I said causing her to giggle and slap my arm as we sat on the sofa as it made rude noises until we settled. "Naughty boy! That could get you back to first base." She said laughing. I took the bull by the horns and planted my lips right on hers with my tongue soon to follow as my hand went up and gripped her breast again. She sighed into my mouth. I continued to fondle both of her breasts, massaging the nipples through her bra, until she broke the kiss, obviously flustered. "Let's slowdown I don't want to get out of hand. I like you a lot and the coach will let you come to third when the time is right." She said as she brushed down the front of her shirt I had wrinkled. She smiled at me as I sat back a moment and she said, "If I had known it was you by the road you don't think I would have went down there with that stupid hood and goggles, do you? I was mortified when I saw it was you. Here I've been breaking my neck for you to notice me and I show up and you think it's a little old man." She laughed out loud saying "I'd be a poor stalker." "If I had noticed you I may have thought I was too old for you." "The boyfriend my mother caught me with was 34, I like older men. But I was first drawn to your butt when you jogged, I didn't care how old it was." "Hmmm, that's funny, when you went to get the hot chocolate I first noticed YOUR butt, and I liked that too." "That was the idea, you know. I haven't been with any man for a year or so. Nice to know I still got it." She said semi-seriously. "You certainly have it!" I said as I kissed her hard again, turning even more into her, trapping my hand between the both of us with my fingers going between the button holes hoping her bra unsnapped in the front, . . . it didn't. She broke the kiss and giggled, "Third base can be SO far away." I sighed a bit and went for her mouth again, my hand still trapped between us. A got one button undone and slid my hand in quickly and pushed up the cup on her bra and squeezed the nipple. She groaned into my mouth approving the relief I gave her engorged nipple. I couldn't help but pause a second to say, "Sliding in, and he's SAFE!" I could tell by the feel she had puffy areola and nipples and she was becoming excited causing them to fill with blood, just as my dick was in my pants. She may have wanted to thwart my squeeze, but I know it felt good to her and I was going to make her wait for the other one to be offered to me. She broke the kiss to sigh again at how good it felt to have that breast and nipple squeezed, whispering in my ear. She had bigger boobs than I had thought as well. They were pear size and filled my hand nicely as I nipped at her ear and then kissed her neck. She was breathing heavy and whimpered as I nipped at her ear and neck, sitting up, moving me away. "Let me take my shirt off, you're being so nice to me." She whimpered as she quickly pulled it out of her waist, unbuttoned and shucked it off, undid the bra and shinnied it down her arms and lay back as if to invite me in. I went for her mouth using one hand on each of her breasts, rolling the nipples between my thumb and forefinger as I pressed my body to hers. I felt her try to move to get up and I relented, letting her sit right up. She looked at me red-faced and smiled taking my hand. "Let's go upstairs." She demanded. I slowed her down and pulled her to me so I could hug her. "Is this what you want? I want to be your friend after this." "Don't worry, you'll be my best friend if you keep it up." She said pulling away, but keeping my hand tightly in hers. Now, this was a time when women weren't quite as forward and free as they are in 2012. It was passed "the summer of love" in 1969, but besides the hippie chicks that screwed everyone who came along, women had come to be more respected for their place in society and to think their place in the world was supine with a man satisfying themselves over them was wrong. I wanted the satisfaction she wanted, but I didn't want her to look at me afterward and feel disrespected saying "get out" even though she instigated this. (Don't laugh, its happened before) Since I had become a "man", I never got my rock until I was sure she did. Nothing gets me off more than knowing she had hers before me. It's why I developed such good pussy eating skills. Have them panting on the bed enjoying the aftershocks of their orgasm(s) when you slide into them and caress them while they get over the initial push and rush. At the top of the stairs there was a second living room or den, I suppose, with a big window that gave you a great view of the road and the river over the stand of pines that hid most of the house. I paused there, but she pulled me into her bedroom that was lit by only a small nightlight. She sat crossways on the bed and let go of my hand and acted as if I was supposed to sit beside her, so I did. "You're the first man I've had here. My Dad is usually always here and he's even told me I could have company, but would like to see them gone by morning. It's just too weird for me to imagine, but I haven't had a prospect before you anyway. I've really been working my ass off." "I'm a prospect?" I asked feigning indignity. "Wes, you're going to have to cut me some slack here. I've been looking for ways to meet you and I really had no idea it was you by the road. I wasn't really positive until I got upstairs to get rid of my snow pants. I came out to see if you had went into the living room and you were sort of looking around, a little dazed. That was when I was sure it was the guy I stalked while he jogged. I DON'T go picking guys up all of the time. But, I haven't been kissed the way you kissed me in a lot of years, maybe ever. I've come to realize that most of my lovers have been users, and I don't want you to think there have been a lot of them, there haven't been." "Paige, slow down. This isn't true confessions. It's none of my business and it makes no difference to me. We have an attraction and a unique circumstance tonight, and it won't go any further than you want. I would like to explore our friendship more after tonight and if we do anything that would jeopardize that, I would just as soon stop now." I told her honestly. Hell, I really knew no one in the area and she seemed like a pretty nice first acquaintance. "No, I want this. I shouldn't tell you this, even though I hadn't really gotten to know your face and demeanor in general, . . . . . . shit, this is embarrassing, . . . I've thought about you before in this bed." She said turning red. "I'm flattered, I didn't think I was that type of guy." I said feigning shy embarrassment. "No, you are definitely a hot guy with a nice personality. In nice shape and good looking." She added. "How come I'm not taken then?" Already knowing I didn't really want to be taken (i.e.: settled down) "For the same reason I'm not taken. We're picky and not ready to settle down. I design clothes for good looking affluent women, and when I try them on as my own model in the mirror, I know I'm very attractive. The woman who cuts and pins for me would like to get me alone, she swings that way, always telling me how incredible I look. I'm not stuck on myself thinking no one is good enough for me. I'm just not ready that way after learning by being hurt. But, we're straying from the reason we're here NOW. I still have needs, and from the front of your pants, you do too." We were both sitting at the moment and when she vocalized her impatience I laid her back and pasted my mouth to hers and filled my hand with her perfect right breast. I squeezed hard and I felt her gasp into my mouth. Without giving her time to react, I thrust my hand down between her legs, over her jeans, and grabbed her pussy hard. She reached for my arm to pull it away but I already had my fingertips ground into her groove. Her grip on my arm loosened and she swooned into my mouth. For the first time since she put my hand on her breast at the start of her seduction, she touched me. I felt her hand cup my balls and package through my pants. I held tight to my grip on her privates and shook them to stir her further causing her to almost cry in frustration. I kept working my fingertips through her groove and gave up her mouth so I could talk. "No more games Paige, if we're going to fuck, let's get in the shower and bring this to the next level so we really enjoy each other in this bed." I said with determination in my voice. She turned red, maybe embarrassed by my boldness in saying what she may have been thinking. I was certainly taking the baton from her in this marathon. "Uh, uh, . . . . . . I've never showered with a man before." She said seeming to cry in her admission. "Well then, your 34 year old lover was using your body for a cum receptacle. If you want wham, bam, thank you ma'am we can skip the shower, but you won't be worshiping me in the morning if you do." I said smugly trying to make sure I had the baton. Wordlessly she got up and took my hand and led me to the bath. There was a normal sized tub with jets and a fairly large sized walk-in shower along with his and hers sinks, all fairly posh for the time, thinking back on it now. In the bathroom she turned to me as if to ask what to do next. God. She was so pretty standing there with no top, in jeans and white as a sheet from fear, I think. Her tits were MAGNIFICENT! Baseball sized with dark puffy areolas and hard gumdrop nipples. I began to unbutton my shirt and asked her if she was going to shower in her jeans. She half smiled and began to turn away from me. I reached and took her elbow to turn her back. Suddenly she smiled big to me, I think knowing how good she would look to me. This was a girl who designed clothes and used her own body as a form; she knew how good she looked. As she began to alternately push her jeans down, left, right, left right, I undid my belt and let my trousers fall. I wore white briefs that my cock had filled out pretty well, showing a wet spot where the tip lay. She got her jeans off her feet, now wearing bikini sized panties. I put my thumbs in the sides of my briefs and looked at her eyes, now glued to my crotch. "Together? Going down in 3 - 2 - 1 ! We both stripped off our undies and stared. For the time, her pussy was trimmed pretty low and tight to her mons. I smiled at how cute it looked. She saw my smiling stare and almost apologized saying, "I model a lot of bathing suits, I have to keep it neat." "Oh my God Paige, your little pussy is most beautiful!" I said, almost salivating. Her eyes turned from my expression to my own crotch. "God, you're huge!" Now I swear those 3 words made me harder and an inch longer, but let me tell you, I'm just not anything special there. One girlfriend, who swore it touched the back of her throat from her vagina, measured it and was disappointed to come up with just 6 and a half inches on a ruler placed under it where my balls began. I had seen my share or porno films at the time and knew I was not "special". Her gaped mouth made me ask her a question I NEVER ask any woman, but I thought I was dealing with an experienced woman. "Paige, how many men have you REALLY been with?" I asked as I reached for her hands. She responded by hugging me tightly so she could speak without having to look into my eyes, and almost crying (I felt a tear drop on my shoulder). "Just 3, the asshole who broke me, my lover who was a professor, and a guy I went home with while I was drunk. I've teased more than my share, afraid to take the dive. I'm sorry." "Paige, Paige, you have nothing to apologize or feel bad about. You just came on to me as an experienced woman and it makes a difference on how a man, especially a new man, might treat you. When you gawked and said something about my size I knew you had been putting up a front, I'm pretty average . . . . you wanted to seem experienced and that's OK. But, we're dealing with serious stuff here. Intimate stuff and like I said before I want you to be my friend afterward. I think you're a wonderful girl, and not completely because you took your clothes off in front of me. This doesn't have to happen; I don't want you to be afraid or unsure of yourself and later think I did something you didn't want to happen." She cleared her throat and snuffed and I felt more tears fall on my shoulder and she pulled back to face me, wiping her eyes and looking down and then into my eyes. "God Wes, I've made a fool of myself, haven't I?" "OH MY GOD! NO!" I insisted. "Your fears, your feelings, your ego, your bravado, everything is natural for every person in this situation. Like I said, we're dealing with serious stuff here. Intimate stuff. . . . . and I want you to be my friend afterward, not hate me. I want you to feel like you stalking me was a good thing." I said chuckling to ease the pain to her ego. She turned and took a Kleenex from the box on the vanity and blew her nose and dried her tears. I figured the blood would be running from my pride and joy in a minute when she said, "I want to worship you in the morning. You've been my distant fantasy and it's time for me to do something about this. I promise I'll never hate you; you've been so sweet to me. You called my bluff and centered me. I want this to happen, but I don't want you to "fuck" me, God I NEVER use that word, . . MAKE LOVE to me like I fantasized." "You're not going to stalk me after this?" I asked chuckling at her again. "God, I wish I HAD time for a boyfriend. I would like to see you again, (she giggled) to "worship" you." She said as she hugged me once again and kissed my neck. "Suppose you don't worship me?" "I have a feeling I will. You're rising to the occasion again." She said backing away quickly and looking down as I was engorging again. I reached into the shower and turned on the water, testing it for temp and took her hand as she followed me in and hugged up to me. "Can this be the confessional where we can say and ask questions that don't get brought up outside of here?" She asked with a very inquisitive face. "One for one?" I asked, and she nodded. "If you noticed me while you were jogging, would you have smiled at me? . . . because I would have stopped and introduced myself then. I couldn't get you to notice me." "Most definitely, once I saw your pretty face and heard that sexy voice." I assured her. "Now me, were you just sleeping with your professor, or did you really think you had a boyfriend." "I was stupid and he used me. When we were never alone anywhere besides my dorm, I should have figured it out." "I won't judge you, when you're young and the sex is good, common sense goes out the window." I surmised and asked, "Anything else for me!" "How many women have YOU been with?" I pushed her head back into the water in protest. "Come on, I told YOU!" She whined. "Well, I can think of about, um. . . . . . .8! One was for a very long time, a couple years. She worked with me. She was a hammer jockey for us. A go-fer for tools, supplies, coffee. That was a case where I thought it was a little serious, she was just in it for the sex." I admitted. "Was she having sex with the others?" she asked as a part B, I guess. `That I knew of, no." "I guess I get another, right?" I asked. I think she sensed it was going to be an embarrassing question, but she reluctantly nodded to me, her hair now drenched as the water washed down her back. "Besides fucking, what other sex did you have with the sleazy professor?" I asked unfairly, but I just wanted to know what kind of sleaze he was. "Oral, but only for a few seconds a couple times. I didn't want to taste myself. Yecchhh." She said turning beet red. "What a goddam scum. Oral love can be so beautiful. I'll make you so happy!" I thought aloud. "You're going to do that to me?" "That's another question and if I answer it I've a real bad one for you." I bluffed. "OK, we're through!" She said as she hugged and I put my hands under the cheeks of her ass and walked the two of us under that water. "Just trust me." I whispered before I covered her mouth and threw my tongue into her mouth while I manhandled the beautiful cheeks of her cuter than cute ass. I pulled her close so my cock was between us and I began to rut on her stomach. I slid my hands up on her back and let her mouth go, causing her head, shoulders and neck to arc into the stream. She blew out the first shock of water she took in, but then let it just run over her as I let her fall back further and she put out her arms to catch herself in an arch between me and the wall. Her pussy was ground right to the base of my cock while I leaned up and took one of her tits in my mouth and then the other. I knew she couldn't hold this position long, so I stood and retrieved her from her precarious position and turned her toward the water and handed her the soap bar. She soaped her tits while I trailed my tongue down her back and chewed on each ball of her ass. I put a hand on the center of her back and got her to bend forward so I could run my tongue between the cheeks of her ass causing her to shudder. I stood and took the soap from her and began to use the soap in my hand and wash her back with just a hint of my nails to soothe her. She groaned and pasted herself to me as I finished her back and went to soap the ass I just kissed and licked. I ran a soapy hand between her cheeks and wiggled a finger in her little hole to clean it. She tried to squat out of my intrusion but I held her tight and simply said, "Uh uh, trust!" I thrust my hand further below her little asshole and ran the bar over her pussy, dropping the soap so my fingers could wash the suds over and over her tender pink vagina. She was full arms around my neck at this point squeaking in my ear with delight. She began to hunch on my hand and she whispered shrilly, "No one's ever made me cum except me." As she braced up tightly to me while pushing her pussy to my fingers. Suddenly she squatted away from my hand, more excitement than she could take. I bent and picked up the soap bar and handed it to her. She handed it back to me, so I said, "No, you wash me now." The innocence on her face was priceless as she rubbed the soap in her hands and began to wash my chest, and then my stomach, before she stopped and handed the soap back. "No, you missed something." I said handing back to her. Reluctantly she made a little lather and began to stroke it up and down my cock. "Don't forget to go under, get to know that too." I said and she acted like my balls would bite back and ever so gently she washed them, like the slightest touch might hurt them. "I appreciate you being gentle, but they aren't THAT tender, wash them good. Kneel down so you can see what they look like." I said to which she said, "I KNOW." "Trust" I said, and she knelt down and actually began to lift them, and finger her soapy hands around them. "See, don't they feel nice. You know how good it felt for me to play with your pussy and titties, I have the same nerve endings." I said as she smiled with the water cascading over her head. I was incredibly hard and really needing some attention, so I took a shot. "Paige, kiss it. It's all clean it has no me nor you on it. You've got me so hard it hurts. A few kisses will relief it." "Remember, I TRUST you!", she spat at me as she leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock. "Again, with more lips, go around the tip. Just see that it's not going to bite back." She gave me such a dirty look, but did what I asked, putting almost the whole head in her mouth, pushing her lips over the tip 3 times as I shuddered, it felt so good. She stood right up and I knew she needed some loving so I pressed her to the back of the shower and kissed her deeply, holding her tight to me. When we broke the kiss I turned her around and let my cock spring between her legs. She went to pull away, but I held her fast. "Let it go in, it'll do what your mouth couldn't." I whispered as I easily found her wet and slippery slit and went into her. She stood up straight like she expected pain, but it only impaled herself more onto me as I pulled her tight. I whispered, "I'm going to take you back to the bed and eat that pussy until you think your heart is going to explode and them I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. You'll come so many times, you'll lose count, but you have to trust me. Now, are you still trusting me? You ARE going to worship me in the morning." I pumped into her 2 times and let myself fall from her. She turned to me in a combination of fear and disappointment. "The bedroom?" She asked. "Let's go, the water's starting to get pretty cool." I said turning off the water after I rinsed myself off. She grabbed towels and began to dry herself when I took over for her and asked her to dry me. "You'll know all about men and what to expect and maybe be more trusting?" I said as she half smiled and began to work on me, while I dried her as well. She went to walk out and I told her to stop and bend forward. She panicked a little, but did what I said. I put a towel over her shoulders and had her stand up so her hair fell back onto the towel and I helped dry her long brown hair as I leaned to her ear and whispered, "Trust". We got to the bed and I pulled back the covers and sheet and we crawled in. I immediately covered her mouth with mine and we necked like teenagers for about 5 minutes as I slowly moved over her. I could have easily slid into her, but instead began to kiss her neck and then down her chest, taking time to pay homage to her perfect breasts. I kissed down her ribs from one side to the other and eventually down the small of her chest where every time she sucked in her breath she created a concave crater, she caught so hard. As my kissing lips crossed her belly, over her navel she began to get very nervous, almost puffing her breath. "Paige, trust. Don't let me lose you before we start." "OK, OK, OK, OK, I'm OK." I went for broke and pushed her legs apart and kissed the pretty lips of her pussy and pressed my tongue directly to her clit. As I began to flick her clit she began to buck a little but moan in appreciation. I don't think the pretty young thing had ever had a tongue in her before. As I got more and more involved in satisfying Paige I opened her lips wider and wider with my fingers until her blood fill made her pussy like a juicy piece of sliced fruit. She was a juicy joy to eat and taste the sweetness and copious cream she spent out. I love eating pussy and she was the sweetest I ever had, but with her jostling beneath my face I knew an orgasm was coming and began to position my arms to wrap under her thighs and use my hands to hold her down when she began to buck, and I knew she was going to buck. This girl was ripe to learn what REAL orgasms were. Once she found what real sexual satisfaction was she could go out and find her former lovers and slap them to the ground for the disservice they had done her. With my face firmly in her open fruit and my hands holding her lithe little legs open she began to rise up and try to close her legs to which I responded by forcing my tongue deeper and forcing her open. She didn't have much time to fight me because she suddenly screeched loudly and stiffened her middle hard trying to push her pussy all the way into my mouth, and then silence. She stayed almost frozen for 2 or 4 seconds before a loud scream of "OHHHHH" escaped her mouth and she vibrated under my mouth. I continued licking as she seemed to go limp except for her mouth moaning, seeming to try and form unintelligible words. I was gently licking her tender clit after her large spasm and enjoying the sensations I was giving her. It was safe to move one of my hands from around her little thighs so I could begin to finger her. I slid two fingers into the bottom of her slit where she was drenched and dripping a puddle to the sheets below. I slid them in deep as I could, feeling the tight grip the barrel of her vagina had on me once past her outer lips. My cock may not be a prize winner in length, but I was no shrinking violet in the girth department and she was going to swoon hard when I parted those deep waters. My thrusting fingers were beginning cause another orgasm deep inside her, a vaginal spasm, which I'm sure she never felt before. As she squirmed her ass under me I knew she was feeling those rumblings and I re-doubled my efforts with my tongue, knowing she could easily dislodge me now if she wanted. She was just about speaking in tongues when her hips lifted her little ass and me off the center of the bed and turned she and I to our sides. She was puffing hard with her eyes closed wondering what had just hit her when I slid up the bed and turned her face to me and I kissed her hard. She responded mightily, throwing her tongue deep into my mouth and used her hands to hold me to her then she unexpectedly forced me to my back and kept her tonguing kiss going. When she finally came up for air she smiled brightly to me saying "I WILL worship you in the morning." I took her by surprise saying, "Worship me now and give me relief, suck on my cock, let me feel your sweet mouth on me." She sat up quickly, I think at first to protest, but she looked and saw I was engorged and remembered the satisfaction I had given her. "Take your time, I know it's not easy, but I've never known a woman who didn't enjoy it. It's not dirty; it's sexy for both me and you, just like I enjoyed tasting you." Those were apparently the magic words to at least attempt it. She sat up on her knees and remembered how I got to her honey pot and bent forward to pop quick kisses on my lips, cheek, neck, and then to my chest. She ran her fingers through the forest of hair on my chest and seemed to want to part it around my nipple. She held my nipple and felt it stiffen, which may have surprised her by the queer look I made out on her face from the nightlight in the room and ambient light from the upstairs den. She quickly figured they might respond like hers and bent to suckle it causing me to shudder and groan in appreciation. Paige seemed to be proud that she could have that effect and relished on sucking and lightly biting my little man-bud and then quickly moved to the other. Suddenly she became all slinky on me, moaning into my nipple as her arms spread out, one back up under the back of my head to simply caress me and the other arm went towards my crotch and over the length of my cock and then under my balls. She quickly slipped her hand off onto my thigh as her mouth began to trace down the center of my chest, stopping to tongue on belly button. She was suddenly discovering her sexy self. She made me remember a woman I was seeing in Seattle while I was first in negotiations with Sylvan. She delivered coffee to the whole architectural crew each morning and made eyes at me each day. She was sexy and always had an effect on me all day. I went down to the coffee house later one day, found her, and asked her out. A few weeks later we were at the point of sleeping together, she with her mouth just seconds from sucking my cock in preparation. She paused and told me she was sorry she had spent so many of her sexual years thinking "giving blowjobs" was the sluttiest and most vile sex act, until she had her epiphany moment after such an experience Paige was having that night. She noted the smell, the taste, the feel, all raised the hairs on the back of her neck and made her body react feral. Nothing else made her feel like an aggressive sexual animal before or since. I thought, and hoped and prayed, Paige would come to a similar appreciation. I assumed (and later found out it to be true) that mine was the first belly button she had tongued and she really got into it, knowing how sensitive that first vestige of being was. I didn't react as much as her titillating my nipples, but it was sexy and nice. She then trailed over the tender skin that leads to the pubis. On every creature there is a "soft underbelly" and as tough as any man or woman is, the nerve endings in that area "under the belly" are somehow wired to the sexual endings in some roundabout way. I had a dark short haired trail just below my navel that led to my pubic patch. I had trimmed quite a bit of it when I tried new (at the time) Speedo styles while working on a few jobs in California. (They had been popular in Australia and France for years) I really had a lot of curlies escaping so I did a trim. Speedos are the ONLY way to swim in the ocean, it's smoother and there's no chance a wave will "pants" you. She got close to my patch but then went around and down my legs as she kept readjusting herself until she was kneeling between my legs. I raised my knees to keep her from escaping and to make my cock her center of attention. I say she was discovering her sexual self because she knew to kiss the insides of my thighs, like hers, also tender and sensitive, even though I hadn't done that to her, when I got close to her that way I had just dove in to take away an escape route for her. I think at this point there is certain instinctual things both men and women know as they get the smell of the pubis (even clean, it has a smell and taste like no other part of the body, not to mention the pre-cum that's leaked) When she got to ground zero she placed a kiss on the front of my ball sack without even realizing it until the softness hit her lips. She did a quick double take and raised her head to have the tip of my cock at the level of her lips. I smiled at her and she smiled back, although warily and sheepishly. Just watching her innocence wash away was about enough to make me spurt, but I knew that would ruin a beautiful moment (I quickly let my mind drift to the slow painful trudge in the snow from earlier) She kissed the tip and around the sides and went back to the tip and kissed again. I sighed in a lack of patience as I needed relief. A drop of precum escaped and I hoped she wouldn't notice, but she did. She inhaled deeply as if to say "here goes" and licked over the tip and then opened her mouth to put the whole head in her mouth, closing her mouth, tongue, and cheeks over me. "Ohhhh Godddd, that's it. You are sooooo sweet!" I said arching my hips up to push maybe another inch into her mouth as I was forced to close my eyes in sheer sexual joy. She kept it in her mouth for a few moments as I could see she was accessing her options. She pulled her lips off, letting them close to a kiss on the tip and she quickly moved her mouth back over me, careful with her teeth and everything. She breathed in deep through her nose and I swear I could see her nasal passages dilate. She moved her mouth up and down a little, careful not to take too much in and she looked up at me watching her intently. I smiled at her and she closed her eyes and continued what she was doing, knowing I was happy. After about 3 or 4 minutes of this I urged through pursed lips, "Use your hand a little.", and she did, wrapping her little fingers around the base and then finally rocking up and down with her hand and mouth on me. About another minute of this and she would not have liked the surprise I would have for her. I took a few more seconds of this and then just went "Psst" to her and she opened her eyes wide to see me curling my index finger to motion her back up to me. She sucked up one more time, closing to a sucking kiss and smiled at me, crab walking to straddle me and plant her mouth on mine with a deep kiss. "See? You tasted yourself off my lips before and now I've tasted myself off yours, and neither one of us are the worse off. Oral sex is VERY sexy!" I whispered between our kiss to show her she had nothing to be afraid of. She responded by devouring my mouth with hers, her tongue trying to explore as well as battle mine. I had moved a pillow under my elbow as we thrashed about earlier and I used that to help push me up to roll over onto her. Suddenly she was under me and she naturally opened her legs for me to fit in between. I'm sure she thought there was going to be a grand moment when I would kneel between her legs and say "here it comes", as I had led her through so much of our night, but now male/female instinct would serve us well. Lying on her, feeling her tits pressed to my chest and her mouth and mine sealed to each other, I knew I need only feel the kiss of her pussy lips to the tip of my cock and it's funny how natural that fit it is, no matter how tall or short, skinny or fat you are. I felt the wet kiss and flexed my hips and slid fully into her pausing for a half second when I got to that tight entrance to the barrel of her vagina I felt earlier. "Unnngh!" She almost shouted into my mouth as her fingers dug into my back. I stayed pressed deeply into her as I kept my mouth tight with hers. To begin to pump on her I was going to have to lift a bit with my arms so I could see her face as she enjoyed what I was doing to her, or bury my face beside hers and rut, hip to hip. Obviously I wanted to watch the beautiful Paige as she had more of her sexual awakening. I pushed myself up to see her looking back at me like I was the only other person on earth. I smiled and she grinned widely, a look that turned to a worried ecstasy as I withdrew a few inches and pushed back up into her. I could tell her pussy was going to spasm all through this, she was so orgasmic. I began to steadily fuck her as we both moaned in appreciation of the feelings we were giving each other. Unfortunately I had to semi-break the mood with one question. "You DO take those pills on your nightstand, right?" She smiled brightly and almost laughed between sexual shocks saying "I NEVER miss one and I finally know WHY!" That was all I had to hear to begin to really fuck her in earnest. Being so close while she was sucking me, and then delaying it was going to make me last longer and I was glad because each time I pushed into her was like a little hand or mouth gripping me, plus she was so wet. I'm sure there was a wet spot the size of a small city on the bed. Her face quickly dissolved the smile and ecstatic looks to a red, then white faced grimace as she was going to have her first orgasm from actual FUCKING. Her eyes opened wide and she gripped my arms tightly (I would have the nail marks afterward). Her breath caught and her hips seemed to steel against my pushes but I was unrelenting as she finally shrieked "I'm cumming". I don't know if she thought that was going to be the end of it all, but I kept pounding her and she kept cumming, at least two more of those heavy spasms. I was enjoying her satisfaction almost as much as my own. I felt my ardor rising deep in my balls and as much as I wanted to pump her full (I was going to really blast, it had been a while, and tonight's tease really loaded my once low hanging, but now tightening, balls), I wanted her to feel me go as deeply as she could handle. I stopped my thrusts and kissed her deeply and knelt up, urging her to turn over. She wasn't quite sure what I wanted at first (what kind of schmoes had she been with before??!!) but quickly turned to her hands and knees and I quickly let her know why as I sunk into her. She quickly dropped to her shoulders, as it felt so good and then I began to pound her deeply to her core as she answered each thrust with a loud "YES!". Finally I could take no more, but I didn't want to cum in this position. I knelt back and let myself fall from her and she looked back to me for a clue. I cracked one of her cute round asscheeks with an open hand causing her to smile and roll back. I got between her legs and sunk back into her frothing pussy. I hunched up a bit and brought her legs to my shoulders and pounded her hard as she began to cum again. It was good timing as I could hold back no more. I felt like a little hand was squeezing my balls empty into her. I had 3 or 4 hard shots into her as her orgasm gripped my cock as if to thank me for a job well done. I kept pumping on her slower as my orgasm ebbed and I felt the last drops and emissions come out. I pushed her legs off my shoulders and collapsed onto her. "Oh my God, that was the most amazing fuck of my life, Paige. You were absolutely an amazing little vixen, whether you know it or not." I panted into her ear before sucking hard on her neck and then biting her earlobe. "I didn't know I was a virgin until I felt you in me. I know what an orgasm is. You are the most amazing man." "Please, not too many accolades, you may never get me to leave." I joked. "I'm serious. I never want to get up from this." She said. We lay like that for a few more minutes and finally I was shrinking within her and had to move off her to her side where she was looking at me again like I was the only man on earth. "I'm obviously spending the night (heh heh), where do you want me to sleep?" I asked not knowing what she really wanted. "You're not leaving this bed Wes, although we may have to change the sheets. You didn't think I was going to put you on the couch did you? How could I worship you from there?" She joked, adding," Besides I've never slept all night with a man and woke up with him." "I never assume anything Paige." "You assumed I didn't know what a real man was, and you were right." She said smartly. "That being said, let's move to the inner sanctum of the shower, I want that last question." I said in all seriousness. "I'll grant you the question here." She said rolling her eyes. "You said you lived with this professor, he never gave you oral satisfaction, and he never stayed all night. You realize he had either another girlfriend or a wife. No man in his right mind would get out of a bed with you in it. How could you say he lived with you?" I asked incredulously. "I fed him and he went to bed with me every night." She said sinking back into the pillow. "Don't beat yourself up, but just realize that you were taken in, . . . and he must have had a noodle for a dick, excuse my wording." She giggled like a school girl and said "He was about as big as the finger you had in me. The other two guys I was with, I really don't remember much, I was drunk." "Paige, I'm certainly not old enough to be your father, but let me give you some fatherly advice that he may have thought, but would never say to you. Your body is a treasure with a great many pleasures to unlock. Be careful who you give the keys to. Some day you'll bear children for a man you love and you won't want to think back on jerks like your professor friend when you make love to that man." I said hoping not to sound too pompous. "When I'm ready to make that step, I hope you're around and interested. I'd like to explore us. In the meantime, don't forget where I live, OK?" She said leaning up and kissing me on the cheek. "If you think I can easily forget you, you're crazy." I admitted. She laid back smiling for a moment, so glad for every decision she had made that evening. Then she suddenly sat up. "Please help me change the bed so we can sleep comfortably, OK?" "You realize that if we sleep together, something else can happen." I said with a smirk. "Will anything happen that I don't want to happen? She asked suspiciously. "No, you can count on that." I assured her a she bounced up and began to strip down the bed. "Paige, you have to do one thing for me, . . . . put on some clothes, pajamas or something, or else I'm going to be in as much trouble as before." She smiled at me and went to her closet and got a thick white floor length robe and I found my underwear. In the morning I woke to the sound of her alarm clock, she worked on Saturdays, but I also heard the sound of the plows and a truck had come up her driveway to plow her out. I shook out the cobwebs and turned to my back and folded down the covers that had been up over my shoulders. I turned to see her smiling like the cat who ate the canary. "Good morning, you obviously have to work today. What time is it?" I asked. "I'm sorry. It's 6:30, but I don't have to be to the store until 9. I usually work out downstairs, but I think I got enough exercise last night." She said with a Cheshire grin. I didn't make a comment, still trying to get a sense of reality, and I really had to pee. "Is that for me?" She said with a smile, pointing to the tent my piss hard-on had raised. "Not right away. I've got to get up and pee. I hope it's warm out there." I said as I gathered the edge of the sheets and blanket to peel down. "It is. I heard the heat come on a few minutes ago. You're coming back to bed aren't you?" She asked. "YES!" I said as my body hit the cold air. The heat may have been on, but it was still 64 or colder outside of the sheets. I fought my hard-on taking a leak and handling my junk had reawakened the scents from Paige's juicy pussy. I didn't know if she had a re-match on her mind, but I could definitely be talked into it. The chill in the air made me almost run back to get under the sheets again, hoping my body heat hadn't evaporated from the bed. As I dashed into the bedroom she peeled down the sheets to let me in and turned to her side towards me asking, "Did you take care of the problem?" The question needed no answer. We both said nothing for a few minutes, letting the memory of the night before etch a little deeper into our minds, and she was the first to speak. "So, how often do you give your lessons of love to unsuspecting young girls?" She asked, at first I thought facetiously, but then I reasoned she was serious. "My bold young lady, must I remind you that YOU seduced ME last night? I was content to sit by the fire, fall asleep on the couch, and wait out the storm till morning. I would have made NO advances to the young woman who rescued me from certain frostbite or worse. Your revision of history makes me sound like a gigolo of sorts." I said defending myself. She suddenly got a sober look on her face and thought for a moment. "You mean you would not have made a play for me if I hadn't started things?" "Would I have LIKED to? Most certainly, but I wasn't going to make a play for my rescuer like I was in a pick-up bar. I was glad to be warm and alive. Did you think I would pinch your ass and say "hey honey, what do you say?" and have you toss my ass out into the snow?" "Did I really come on that strong?" She asked. "Seriously Paige? Were you drunk? You kissed me, put my hand on your breast, and told me that third base was possible. I thought at first you were an open minded 70's girl looking for a way to pass the time. Then I find out I'm your fantasy, have stalked me, put on tight jeans for me, and then I'm SURE you're a good time girl, especially after telling me you lived with one of your professors at college. At some point I realize you're on a high wire, half way across the span and look at me saying you didn't really know how to walk a high wire and could I help." I carried on rather indignantly. She had nothing to say and was looking like she might cry, so I finished my thought with what I was thinking but hadn't planned on saying. "Paige, you are one of the most attractive women I've ever met, and seeing you naked, you ARE the most attractive woman I've ever met. Your body is a fucking treasure and to think it had been abused by stupid, stupid men, and it's unthinking owner, you, made me have to call time and step in to straighten a few things out. You were acting the part of the woman who wanted to enjoy an incredible night of sex with me last night, but once Act One started, you had no idea, and I felt terrible and embarrassed for the entire male species. That was when I took control, and you could have quit at any time." She still had her eyes transfixed on me, I guess not believing what she was hearing, even though she knew it was all true. I think she was going to burst into tears when I rolled to my side and put my arm around her still naked body, centering in her back and pulled her closer to me. "You weren't a bad girl last night. What we had was beautiful, a night I'll remember and relive for as long as I walk the earth. I wouldn't have even been aggressive with you except for the fact you told me I was your fantasy." I said as I pulled her close and kissed her. She sat back and thought for a moment and looked at me asking, "So you don't think I'm a slut, a one night stand that you'll tell your bar buddies about?" She asked. "God no. I'm serious when I say I hope we can be friends, and even have a few dates to see how we get along otherwise. I fed you no lines last night." She smiled broadly, now realizing what I said was true and her perspective now readjusted. She reached out her hand and played with my chest hairs as she said, "Can I do something that I've seen in a hundred movies and always figured was just a fantasy?" "As long as it doesn't concern a gun, an ax, or a knife." I joked. She pushed herself up on her elbow and I felt her leg go over me and before I knew it she was laying right on me. When she pushed herself up to look at me, O my God, those TITS! I was busting out of my underwear, and she was trying to fit herself over me. "Let me make one adjustment" I said as I reached under the covers and let my cock out of the slash in the front of my shorts. "Continue with your fantasy." I said. She kissed me hard and we tasted each other's morning after sex breath. I felt her hips poking around and YES, she found out that a woman could, with no hands, mount a man and ride him to orgasm. What began as a slow sexy push and pull of her hips ended up a bed shaking romp where she came at least twice and drained my balls for the second time in a few hours. She fell off me and into a lump on her side of the bed and quickly asleep. After about 15 minutes I got up and showered again. Just as I was finishing up she trudged in. "Does this really have to end?" She said as she dropped her robe and opened the door to come in. "If you keep presenting yourself nude to me, it won't end. You apparently like your sexual side." "I can tell you this, my little love purse is sore and so is my jaw, my mouth is little, you know." "Love purse?" "I guess that's a fashion designers term, at least in the studio where I work. You know girl talk." She said turning away from me as if her ass would calm me down. "You know you have a delectable ass as well, as if you didn't know. Let me finish in here and let you get to it. I have to get home." I said as I began to rinse, knowing I would have to shower home and put on clean clothes anyway. "Can I come and visit you tonight? . . Oh and don't go, I'm going to ride you home." She said over the shower. "Paige, you're awesome and I want to spend time with you, but I think the honeymoon should stop for now. If you want me to know you better, we might better do it in public. We can go out." I explained hoping she would understand. There was silence from inside the shower and it appeared she was standing under the water, and I suspected crying. I opened the shower door and saw what I suspected. "I didn't just dump you. I just don't think we should just use each other for just sex if you want to have a relationship. I'm not any less interested in you than I was 90 seconds ago." I told her seriously. "You're not just saying that?" "Not at all. Finish your shower and we'll talk. You can bring me home and we'll go out tonight. We'll play it by ear from there, OK?" I asked. She came over to the shower door and stuck her head out to kiss me. "I'll be downstairs waiting for you." Later that morning, with everything plowed, she drove me home, helped me shovel the sidewalk out, and drove me back to my car and met the tow truck there who pulled me out of the snow. She got to work on time to open her store while I made plans to travel to my next job, in Montreal. We did go out that night for a few drinks and back to her father's house, where he had apparently come home from his ski trip. She wanted to change plans and go to my house, but I convinced her that I was tired and really needed to sleep. We talked on the phone Sunday afternoon, but didn't see each other as I was going to retire early so I could leave early Monday for the 5 hour drive to Montreal. I was gone for 3 weeks and called her twice in that time. Upon returning I was home for about a week and then off to the west coast. I never got the time to call her until early Fall and she was off to France for some fashion business. It wasn't until that following winter when I was working from my home with a draft engineer on some sites in the Saratoga and Lake George region that I heard from her in the form of a cold call at my door. It had started snowing heavily and she drove the River Road to my home early in the storm and didn't leave for 3 days. We saw each other intermittently for a few more years and when my contract was up with Sylvan Lemke I opened a consulting business nearby. Paige eventually moved in with me and we have grown old together, me almost 70 and she a spry 62. We still get horny as teenagers whenever it snows and remember the night we met way back in 1971