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his year I've decided to drive home for the holidays instead of taking a plane, a nice long drive by myself, plenty of time to enjoy the
scenery, a whole week before Christmas. The weatherman forecasts perfect weather, just a slight chance of a shower for the next few days, nothing at
all to worry about. My grandma had a fit when I first told her I'd be traveling alone, Angel a lady should never travel alone, you never know when
something may go wrong. After listening quietly to her thirty-minute lecture, and
promising her everything she could come up with, she finally calmed down. I think she realized how important this trip is to me, I need time to be
alone, to just enjoy being by myself, no hurries or worries.
After checking everything about twenty times, as instructed by grandma, I do believe I'm ready. The SUV is ready, all gassed up,
everything I'll need for the trip, including two quilts made especially for me by, of course,
grandma. A very special package handmade by me for her, something I know she doesn't have and will love. Two suitcases packed with my
clothes, underwear and casual everyday stuff, and plenty of nice warm socks. The back of the
Rodeo pretty much stuffed with my luggage and the family's gifts. Draped across the backseat is the long red velvet dress I bought
especially to wear on Christmas day. In the passengers seat a bag of traveling snacks, (just in
case grandma said) fresh fruits, crackers, and dried fruits. One more trip into the house to check and make sure I haven't forgotten
anything. Stove's off, lights out, I am ready to go. YES!
Taking off my coat, climbing into the SUV can't wait to get out on the road, just a short distance on the interstate and then country
roads all the way to grandma's house. The sky is blue, sun shining, not a cloud in sight. Making my way off the interstate, a right turn takes me in the
direction I need to go, a simple two-lane country road, and miles of the most beautiful sights a person could ever want to see. Trees that reach the
sky, most with their branches almost bare, a few yellow, gold and orange leaves hanging on for dear life. Crossing a small bridge I slow down to a
creeping pace, a small creek maybe three feet wide winds back through the trees and bushes, flowing over small rocks. I decide to pull over and get out, the
perfect place for a little break. I take an apple from my snack bag, get out and walk back to the bridge, leaning on the railing, listening to
the gurgling of the water flowing over and around the rocks. If it were warmer weather I'd be awful tempted to take off my boots and roll up my pants
and wade around in the reddish clear waters, way to cold for that though. Taking a small bite from the apple, looking into the creek and all around
at the beautiful countryside. Hearing a chirping sound, I try to locate the source, there perched on a small tree bough is a brilliant red bird,
feathers dazzling me with their beautiful color. Cocking his head side ways, staring right at me, chirping at me as if to say; may I please have a
bite of your apple? A smile crosses my lips and I nod my head at him, taking a bite from the apple and tossing it towards him, oops it lands in the
creek, he looks at the bite of apple then looks at me. The look in his eyes tells me he's glad I'm not pitching for his team, I giggle and try again. A
little more accurate this time the bite of apple lands on the ground not far from the tree he's perched in. Swiftly he swoops down to the apple,
chirping loudly, suddenly another bird appears, feathers brown with a reddish tinge, a female, his mate. He stands guard while she devours the fruit,
making sure no harm comes to her. As she finishes the last of it, he cocks his head at me again, a look that asks; more please, I toss the rest of the
apple down to them. Again he stands there watching, guarding his precious mate, and letting her eat her fill, then she flies off to perch on a near
by branch, then and only then does he eat from the fruit. A tear falls from my eye, such a wonderful touching show of devotion, why can't humans be
so unselfish? Wiping the tear from my cheek, time to go.
After driving for several hours I come to a small town, checking the gas gauge, time to fill up the SUV and me too. Pulling into a gas
station, an elderly gentleman comes out to great me, a pleasant smile on his face, may I help he asks. He actually pumps the gas for me, now where on the
interstate could you find such unselfish kindness? As the gas tank is filling he washes the windows, asks me to pop the hood and checks all the things
under there for me. When I ask how much I owe him, he replies; the price of the gas is all mam, I give him a five-dollar tip, and ask him where I might
find a nice place to eat. He scratches his head for a moment, then tells me the best cook in town is his wife and invites me to join him and her for
lunch. I live right behind the station he says and was just fixing to close up and go eat. So I say; I'd be delighted, he opens the door for me and
away we go.
As we get around the end of the station, I see their home, a one-story white simple little home, with a porch stretched across the
front. Four rocking chairs sit a few feet apart on it, and to make it even more perfect
a white picket fence frames the simple home perfectly. Slipping the latch, he opens the gate and holds it for me to enter, just a short
distance to the three steps that lead up to the covered porch. He holds onto the railing and
offers me his hand, opening the door and letting me enter first, such a gentleman. His voice calling out, Emma honey we have a guest for
lunch. The little lady comes out from the kitchen, I presume, wiping her hands on her apron, a sincere smile of welcome on her face. Hello dear, and
who have you brought in from the cold today, she replies. He leaves my side and goes to her, hugging her close and placing a kiss on her lips. A very
special look passes between them, the look of many years of devotion to each other. Emma, this fine young lady was looking for a good place to eat, told
her no one cooks better than my Emma, and invited her to lunch with us, is that okay with you honey? Well of course it is okay dear, the more the
better, and with those words she turns to me and ask my name.
My friends call me Angel, Miss Emma, I tell her as I extend
my hand to
shake hers. Come on into the kitchen dear, lunch is ready. The
three of us
enter through the doorway from which she just came. The smells
from the
kitchen are wonderful, nothing like good old-fashioned home
cooking. Andrew,
dear, please help Angel to the table while I get an extra plate
for her. He
pulls out the chair for me and helps me to be seated, then goes
to the other
side and pulls out a chair for Emma. The food already sitting on
the table
consists of, chicken and dumplings; a ham covered with pineapple
slices and
cherries in the center, green beans with bits of bacon, and hot
buttered
fluffy homemade biscuits, a meal fit for royalty. Andrew has
waited
patiently beside Emma's chair, seating her after she hands me my
plate, then
seating himself at the head of the table. They bow their heads
and so do I,
he says a prayer thanking god for the bountiful meal, the
company of a sweet
young lady (me), and the love of his precious Emma, everyone
says amen.
Andrew carves the ham while Emma fills my plate with the
aromatic foods,
then he places a large slice of meat on my plate. The food is
delicious,
every morsel a delight, cooked to perfection. We chat while we
eat, they
tell me about their kids and grandkids, interesting little
things, their
marriage of fifty years, all the kids and grandkids coming home
for
Christmas. As we finish our meal Emma gets up and goes to the
refrigerator
and comes back with a cherry pie, I swear I don't have any room
for it, but
accept a slice of it anyway. One bite and I'm in heaven, the
most delicious
pie I've ever tasted, the crust so flaky it melts in my mouth,
the cherries
so juicy, the flavor like none other I've ever ate. My
compliments have her
blushing all over, Andrew says; see I told you the best cook in
town, and
smiles with pride. We finish our dessert and I say I must be on
my way,
first offering to help clean up, but they refuse my offer. Emma
says Andrew
always helps her with the dishes. They both look sad, but
understand that I
must be on my way. A hug and a kiss on the cheek from them both
and I leave.
Driving along and thinking about the sweet couple, hoping
some day I find
that special lasting one on one relationship like theirs. The
sun is shining
brightly, passing plowed fields where not long ago crops had
been growing,
small forests of trees separating the farms. Large farmhouses
with big
barns, cows, horses, and various other farm animals here and
there. So
peaceful and serene is the countryside, in the past 3 hours I've
only seen
two other vehicles on the small highway. The farms become
further and
further apart, the forest becoming larger and larger, miles and
miles of
nothing but majestic trees, their colorful leaves making a bed
at their
roots. The sun is starting it descent in the westward sky, not
much more of
daylight left to enjoy the scenery. Suddenly behind me I hear a
rumbling
noise, glancing in my rearview mirror the sky behind me is
black, streaks of
lightening dancing from it to the ground. GREAT!,,, so much for
clear
weather.
Driving very cautiously now for the storm has overtaken me,
rain pouring
from the dark sky, visibility at a minimum. The temperature
outside must be
falling fast, for inside the SUV is freezing, turning up the
heat. Oh yes,
that feels much better, and the rain has started to subside,
just a slight
drizzle now. Then it starts to snow, big fluffy flakes falling
gently on the
windshield, so soft and pretty each with it's own alluring
pattern. I decide
to turn on the radio and try to get a weather report, scanning
for a
station, finally finding one, a weather bulletin in progress; a
surprise
cold front moving slowly through, heavy snow expected, stay off
the roads,
travelers take shelter. The snow is falling very heavy now, and
I see
absolutely no place to stop and seek shelter, no homes, no
lights, no
nothing but trees. Driving very slowly, hard to distinguish the
road from
the ditch, the snow is piling up fast. Up ahead I can barely
make it out but
looks like a road, thinking maybe I should pull off and use my
cell phone to
call for help. Pulling off the road very carefully, rummaging
through my
purse for the phone, not in my usual spot, maybe I put it in
another pocket
of the purse, starting to get worried, dumping the entire
contents in the
passenger seat, NO cell phone anywhere. Now I am worried,
great, what the
hell did I do with it? The snow continues to fall, not as heavy
as it was
though. I can see a mailbox barely sticking out of the snow,
surely that
means there's a house somewhere down this road. Decision time,
back on the
main highway I know it's at least fifty miles to the next town,
with a great
chance of nothing in between, and down this road someplace
there's a good
chance of a house. Deciding to take the mailbox road, driving
with much
caution, after what seems like hours, but really just a few
minutes, I think
I see a light in the distance.
Taking my mind off the driving proves to be a big mistake, all
I did was
stare at what appeared to be a light, and now I'm in the ditch.
Forward
gears don't do a bit of good, I've heard reverse is the
strongest gear
putting it in reverse, no luck I am stuck big time. Getting
slowly out of
the SUV the snow piled up comes up almost to the top of my
boots, thank
goodness the wind has calmed down some and the snow is falling
lightly now.
Reaching back in the truck for my coat it is so cold, looking in
the
direction I thought I saw the light, yes there is a light. I
have to try to
make it to the light, staying here would mean freezing to death.
Pulling my
coat tight around me, searching in the pockets for the gloves I
always keep
there, well at least the gloves are there, still can't remember
what I did
with that cell phone. The gloves help a lot, but my hands are
still
freezing, in fact all of me is freezing, trying my best to hurry
towards the
light. My feet and legs bogging into the deep snow making it
very hard for
me to walk, but the light is getting closer. I can see a small
cabin, a
light shining from the window, just a few more feet to the door.
There's a
trail of smoke drifting from the chimney, reminding me how cold
I am.
Knocking on the door softly at first, then harder when that
gets me no
response. Finally the door opens, standing before me is a very
big man, with
the broadest chest I've ever seen, wearing a red and black plaid
flannel
shirt. Slowly my brown eyes travel up from the chest, a brown
beard covers
his neck, and long brown hair reaches just past his shoulders.
He has to be
over six feet tall, I have to tilt my head back to look into his
face and I
am five foot five. The most alluring eyes stare back at me,
their color
hypnotizing me, light brown with specks of green dancing all
about. A row of
perfect white teeth peek through the neatly trimmed mustache and
beard, the
most dazzling smile I've ever seen. He reaches for my arm and
pulls me
inside, my goodness little lady what are you doing out in this
storm? Coming
to my senses I tell him I ran off the road and got stuck. He
pushes me
towards the fireplace, and tells me to sit in a chair that is
there, my body
is shaking all over and not entirely from being cold, his
nearness seems to
have an arousing effect on me. Kneeling beside the chair he
starts to remove
my gloves and gently rubs my hands and arms the feeling starts
to come back
in them, but my body continues to shake, whether from being cold
or from the
feel of his strong hands I'm not sure. He removes my boots and
proceeds to
rub my feet and legs still my body shakes. Little lady I'm going
to fix you
a cup of hot chocolate, maybe something warm inside you will
stop the
shaking. Thank goodness he can't read my thoughts for the
something "warm"
that I want is not hot chocolate. Noticing that my clothes are
very damp he
suggests I remove them and he'll find me something dry to put
on. Pointing
to a door he tells me it is the bathroom and I can change in
there.
In the bathroom I start removing my clothes, down to my green
lacey bra
and frilly green thong, I decide to keep them on, after all they
aren't wet
and I doubt he'd have any lying around, a smile crossing my lips
at that
thought. A knock on the door, little lady I have something I
think might
work for you to wear. Opening the door just a crack he extends
his hand
inside and I take the object from him, unfolding it I see that
it's a white
t-shirt, very big will have to do though. Putting it on and
looking in the
full-length mirror on the door, the sight is not bad; t-shirt
reaches about
half way down my brown legs, the dark green bra and thong
plainly revealed
under the whiteness of the shirt, doesn't leave much to the
imagination. A
voice on the other side of the door, his of course tells me the
hot
chocolate is ready. With a smile on my face I open the door and
step back
into the room, beside me I hear a gasp. The effect of my attire
revealed in
those sparkling eyes, my body starts to shake again. Telling me
to go sit by
the fire, as I sit down the shirt reveals even more of my legs,
without
spilling a drop he hands me the cup of chocolate. I sip at it
very slowly,
realizing he is staring at my legs I slip forward in the chair a
little, as
I anticipated the shirt slides up a tad more, revealing more of
me for him
to see. He takes a step or two back, then sits in a chair facing
me just a
few feet away, those gorgeous eyes trying to look away, glancing
at the hot
flames in the fireplace, then back at my exposed flesh. Sipping
slowly from
the cup, the warm liquid sliding down my throat warm sensations
flowing
through my body, and not just from the hot chocolate. Those eyes
seem to
touch my flesh as they travel up and down my legs, crossing my
legs exposing
a good part of my left buttock. He takes a deep breath and sits
back in the
chair, glancing at my brown eyes then back down. Leaning forward
I sit the
cup on the floor, stand up and raise my arms high as I stretch
the shirt
rises high enough for him to see my frilly green thong. Slowly
lowering my
arms and taking the few steps I stand between his parted legs,
our eyes lock
and say what words could not express. I kneel between his legs,
sliding
close to his body my breasts resting in his lap. Reaching up and
grasping
each side of his face bringing his lips to mine, his big strong
arms
encircling me, his hands resting in my long black hair. The
brown beard and
moustache tickling my face and neck, our lips touching gently
kissing, the
tip of his tongue teasing my small lips, seeking entrance, my
lips parting
slightly, the tips of our tongues touching tasting. My breasts
feel the rise
of his desire, making the nipples erect, his swelling manhood
nestled
between them, his jeans doing little to hide his condition. Our
tongues
continue to tease each other's, sliding my hands down to his
crotch, running
my finger tips up and down his shaft. The need to touch his
flesh over comes
me, unbuttoning his pants and sliding the zipper down. Pulling
my lips from
his I must see what my hands have exposed. Brown curly tendrils
peek from
the unzipped pants, no underpants, perfect!!!
A gasp comes from my lips; he is so huge, my small hand not
able to reach
around him. My lips can't resist the temptation, holding it in
my hands
slowly running them up and down, a drop of sweet dew appears on
the tip, my
tongue lapping it up. As I gaze into those mesmerizing eyes,
another drop
appears. With the very tip of my tongue I take the drop and rub
it all over
my upper lip. My eyes still locked with his, ever so slowly
running the tip
of my tongue around the head of his maleness. His hands pulling
my hair and
head closer to him, those eyes begging me to do more than just
lick. I'm not
sure my tiny mouth will fit over such a large area, but I for
sure intend to
give it a try!
Moistening my lips with my wet tongue, then moistening the
head, slowly
slipping my hot wet lips around the entire tip of his manhood,
the moans
coming from deep inside his throat telling me how great the
feeling is. My
tongue massaging the underside as I slowly let it go deeper and
deeper
almost gagging as it slides down my throat. As my tongue rubs
around it I
wonder how something so hard can be so smooth and silky. The
taste is
wonderful, kind of salty, but nothing like anything else I've
ever tasted,
maleness has its on distinguishable flavor. Slowly pulling my
mouth back
almost but not quite letting it slide out, just as the head
comes in contact
with my teeth I swallow it again, with each back and forth
motion it slides
in easier, my throat becoming accustom to the hugeness. His
hands entangled
in my long black hair pulling me down onto him, his moans
becoming louder as
my head moves faster. Those sexy alluring eyes closed and his
head tilted
back, my frilly green thong becoming very wet with my own
juices. Gently I
slow my pace and then stop, removing my lips from him, his eyes
fly open and
a pained look comes across his face, unable to speak but his
eyes begging me
not to stop, not now.
Standing before him, reaching down and taking the tail of my
shirt and
provocatively pulling it up and over my head, tossing it aside,
my hands go
behind me unsnapping my bra, slowly slipping the straps from my
shoulders,
it falls to the floor. His magnificent eyes devouring my
breasts, can almost
feel the heat coming from them, the nipples getting even more
erect under
his stare. Hooking my thumbs in the sides of my thong, very
slowly pulling
them down, inch by inch, finally revealing what those sexy eyes
have been
waiting for, the black curly patch of hair between my legs,
droplets of
nectar clinging to almost every hair. I don't know which is
hotter, the look
in his eyes or the heat coming from my body. Leaning over I
grasp the sides
of his jeans, he lifts his hips so that I may remove them, and
since he's
not wearing any shoes it proves to be a very easy and quick
chore. Running
my hands along his inner thighs, cupping his furry sack, tracing
a path
between each section with my small middle finger. Placing my
knees on either
side of him, straddling him rising up on my knees, his beard
tickling my
breasts as they strain to be touched. As I lower my wet patch on
his huge
throbbing member his lips encircle my right breast nipple, my
head tilts
back and my back arches.
Slowly I lower myself onto him, the hugeness of him filling
ever part of
my love-box, his manhood touching places that have never been
touched
before. Lower and lower I go until ever inch of him is devoured
inside me,
pausing for a few seconds, allowing my tight muscles to become
accustom to
his large member. He sucks on my breast, his tongue dancing back
and forth
across the nipple, and shivers of delight coursing through my
body. My body
involuntarily starts to move up and down, slowly at first, then
faster, his
hips matching each thrust. I can feel my juices flowing all over
him the
dampness running onto his legs and furry sack. The storm
gathering in the
pit of my stomach, he releases my breast for a moment, his own
storm on the
verge of exploding. The storm springs forth from him, deep moans
coming from
his lips, causing my own explosion, his lips reach for my
nipple, teeth
biting gently, my love-box explodes again and again, multiple
orgasms raging
from deep inside me. My moans become screams of pleasure, our
juices
mingling and flowing onto his and my legs. I collapse forward
onto him,
couldn't move if my life depended on it. His arms tighten around
me, my limp
body clinging to him, our breathing coming in gasps.
"Angel", pushing back from him, the shock showing in my eyes,
how does he
know my name? A mischievous smile on his lips, "Angel, I knew it
was you the
moment I open the door." My mind having problems placing him,
the voice is
familiar, but the beard and moustache hides the face. Those
eyes, I know
I've seen them before they are so unusual, staring at him trying
to
remember. OH MY GOD!!!! I remember it's YOU, J. W. oh my
goodness it has
been years since we saw each other. We were friends in school,
then some how
drifted apart after graduation, both going our separate ways. My
arms go
back around him, hugging him and he hugs me. "Angel, I couldn't
believe my
eyes when I saw you standing in the door, was to shocked to say
anything at
first. Then I thought I'd wait and see how long it took you to
recognize
me."
A big smile on my lips, a WHOLE week before I have to be at
grandma's house, OH HELL YES! I think I have found exactly what I was looking for.
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