A Thankful Blizzard Pt. 03

Literotic asexstories – A Thankful Blizzard Pt. 03 by rexspaulding

Author’s Notes:

Here it is, the (hopefully) much anticipated next segment of our journey with Kat and Paul. If you haven’t read the first two parts, please go do so. This will make very little sense by itself. Any references to real entities are for reference purpose only. I do not own any of those names.

A big thanks to GaiusPetronius – he stepped up and helped to edit this segment, when my friend has been busy. Gaius’ guidance and wisdom/experience has helped shape several sections into this story – in my opinion turning a good story into a great one. He did this entire edit in one night. So I claim responsibility for any remaining errors, since I trust his abilities.

Enjoy chapters 5-7!

Chapter 5

I sat there in complete disbelief. Katherine White – daughter of Doug White, CEO of the White Family Corporation – was the poor stranded girl I had picked up off the side of the road. She had been kidnapped. If I remembered correctly, since the McMahon thugs had crossed the state border, it was a federal offense. From Kat’s description of what happened, I doubted anyone knew she had been dumped off in the mountains of Colorado.

And we’d just had sex. Incredible, amazing, satisfying sex. My mind wandered, replaying the events of our lovemaking. Had she said anything that could have indicated this, during our passion? No, I didn’t think so. She kept chanting my name, encouraging me on. Just the thought of what we had done had me growing hard again.

But had she lied to me? It didn’t seem that way. There were a couple times she seemed to be thinking about something, but I thought she was being honest the entire time.

Well, my phone didn’t get reception, but there was the cabin phone. Perhaps I could call out and notify her parents…

Shit! My own parents! They were going to be worried sick about me. I checked the time, seeing it just after 4 pm. They will have expected a call from me by now. Better take care of that really quick.

I rose from the chairs and found the cabin phone, hanging from the wall. A corded phone, something I hadn’t seen or experienced since I was a little boy. Well, it was still a phone. I picked up the receiver, ready to dial my parents first, deal with that, then try to reach Mr. White, or the Phoenix police, someone to notify that she was safe and we’d be back when the blizzard ended.

I paused. Something didn’t sound right. The phone sounded hollow: no noise, no static, no dial tone.

Shit! Again! I checked the cable, made sure everything was plugged in, traced the line to where it entered the wall – everything seemed in place. The snow must have done something to cut the phone line. How would I reach the outside world now? I could probably put my coat on and trudge out through the snow to the main office, get some help from Max. That was probably the wisest thing to do, before it got too dark. The sooner everyone could be notified, the better.

I went over to the bedroom, peeking in, but saw that the bathroom was still closed. I’ll write her a note, leave it on the bed, let her know I’m going to the office and I’ll be back soon. No sense in making her worry when she comes out and can’t find me.

A few minutes later, I had left a simple note, with paper from her sketch book, on the bed. I had all my warmest clothing on, my coat, a hat, my gloves – anything I thought that would keep me warm during the short trek. I took a deep breath and grabbed the door handle, pushing against the door. But it didn’t move. Did I leave the deadbolt latched? No, all the locks were free. I checked and confirmed the handle was turning in my gloved hand. But the door still wouldn’t budge. Was I being an idiot, in a sort of panic, trying to push when I should pull?

Oh. That made me feel dumb. But pulling on the door didn’t change the panic I was starting to feel. As the door opened up, the storm door revealed snow was blocking all but the top inch of glass. Holy shit. How would that even budge? I had to at least try.

I twisted the knob and gave a lunge with my shoulder. The door seemed to move, but upon checking, it was less than an inch. I gave another shove, harder than before, but I couldn’t feel the door give any leeway. It looked as if we were stuck. My shoulders slumped. I wiped some sweat from my brow, and realized I was roasting, with the effort I had been exerting and being dressed in full winter garb. Defeated, I closed the main door and started peeling off all my layers, putting them back, wondering how I was going to break the news to Kat that we were well and truly stuck. Well, if all else failed, I’m sure one of the solid wooden chairs could crash through the side window. But if the blizzard was bad enough to hold the door shut, I imagined I probably couldn’t even find my way to the main office anyway.

I took one last look around the cabin to see if there was any other way out of here. Finding none, I sat down heavily onto the couch, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I sat there like that, thinking, pondering how I was going to talk to Kat. And what to do about the knowledge that she was the daughter of a ridiculously wealthy family – an heiress to that, too – who wanted to go her own way instead of taking over the family business. I couldn’t blame her, really. Sure she could have wealth, probably power too, but if she wasn’t happy, or if she couldn’t have the time to do her art, with the responsibilities of running a corporation, what was the point? All work and no play, after all. I sighed and leaned back into the cushion. What was I going to do?

I had been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t heard the shower stop, or any other indication that Kat was right behind me, until I felt warm hands trace from my shoulders down my chest, then her lips press into my neck. Ah, God that felt so good…

“Didja miss me?” Her soft whisper into my ear, followed by her tongue, sent shivers down my spine and blood rushing into my member.

“Hmmm, of course I did…” I placed my hands over the top of hers. Her lips and tongue were doing wonders to my neck, jolts of pleasure racing through my body. I had to talk to her though, quickly, before I lost all rational thought. “Kat, I…”

“Shhhh…” Her finger reached up to my lips, pressing her fingertip into my mouth. Good lord, this woman was sensuality personified. “No talk – just fuck me again.” Those words were like a fire, igniting a passion in my core. I sucked gently on her finger, then I tried one last time.

“I just have…” This time her lips cut me off, as she had used her hand to pull my head to the side, pressing her tongue against my lips. I couldn’t help it, so I parted my lips and felt her tongue press into my mouth, searching out my own tongue. That kiss lasted for what felt like forever, leaving me breathless.

“Well, if you won’t fuck me…” She climbed over the back of the couch, and I saw she was still naked from her shower. “Then maybe I should just fuck you…” How can a guy argue with that? I didn’t think I had the courage to do so anyway. I still felt a little nervous, but far less than I’d ever felt around a woman before. The sight of her naked, climbing over the couch, and pressing into me was perhaps one of the sexiest, most beautiful things I had ever seen. She must have noticed the “deer in the headlights” look I had, for she giggled softly, pressing me down into the couch. She straddled my hips and leaned down, her still damp, red hair creating a curtain around my head. Her lips found mine again, one of her hands caressing the side of my face. I traced her back with my own hands, feeling the soft curves of her hips, the roundness of her ass.

“Ah, Kat… I lo… uh, love the way you make me feel.” I was surprised I was about ready to spout the love word to her, having known her for less than a day. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care, for her other hand slid down my chest and grabbed my rigid penis through my pants.

“Hmm, I love the feelings you give me too!” I’d often read of authors describing a woman speaking in such a way that it was as if she purred. I thought it ridiculous, picturing a woman purring like a cat, or some other odd behavior. Yet the way Kat had just said that – damned if she didn’t purr. “Although, I think you’re way overdressed for this.”

I moaned as I felt her hand slide up and under my shirt, bunching the fabric up around her arm as she continued up my chest. As she got to my shoulders, her other hand joined the fight to get my shirt off my body. She pulled, so hard that I lifted off the cushion a little bit. I helped her out by leaning forward a bit more, lifting my arms around my head. She wasted no time, chucking the shirt to the side, attacking my bare skin with kisses, caresses and licks. I could feel the heat of her own crotch as it pressed against mine, a fact that just made me want her even more. Our first time making love had been incredible – no, it was stunning, simply beyond mere words. I was already anticipating the incredible sensations of being with her this way.

“For a Ph.D. candidate, you sure have a rockin’ body,” I heard her moan, kissing her way down my abs and reaching the waistband of my pants. Me, a “rockin’ body?” I didn’t think so, but apparently running and hiking had its benefits. She undid the button, slowly pulled the zipper down, kissing the head of my penis through the thin fabric of my underwear. I twitched at the pleasure of that kiss. “And this…” She kissed it again. “Is… absolutely… amazing…” Each word punctuated by another kiss. I thought I was going to cum, right then, without her even getting my underwear off, but she just blew warm air around it, pulling my pants the rest of the way off.

“Unghhh…” The most words I seemed to be able to get out. “I, uh… I almost came from that…”

“Really? You like it?” She leaned forward and kissed through the fabric again. “Or do you just like seeing me do it?” This time, she pulled the waistband of my pants down and pressed her lips around the head of my cock. “Are you gonna’ cum in my mouth again?”