It was a chilly winter morning as Annalise rolled over to silence her alarm. She didn’t want to get out of her warm bed. The weight of her down comforters surrounding her, offering her the sense of an embrace that her body craved for. How had she ended up here, alone? Sigh…. she shook the sadness aside and forced her aching body out of bed. Regretting the moment her feet hit the icy floor. Ugh.
She got in her car and made the journey to the Veil ski resort. It was here she had her very first experience with the slopes. It was here she fell in love with the feel of fresh powder as it made way to the slicing of her skis. She parked her car got out her bag of medical supplies and took a deep cleansing breath. Her seasonal contract as the resort nurse practitioner was coming to an end.
Annalise walked into the resort pasting her now superficial smile on her face as she passed coworkers and guests. She pushed the creaky door open let out a small sigh as she looked out the large wood paned window that overlooked the slopes. Her body longed to be out there in the fresh air. Soon enough, she would be.
Not long after settling in, her first client came to the door. In her half present state she failed to notice the beauty of the man standing before her. “Hello” he said in a deep warm playful voice laced with a hint of discomfort. She glanced up from the clipboard she had been looking over and said “Marc, what brings you here?” He went onto explain how he had twisted his knee snowboarding. She nodded with a distant look on her face she asked him to put on the robe while she stepped on the other side of the curtain to give him a moment.
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The moment he stepped into the room he was taken by her beauty. This woman that now stood before him was like that of his most perfect dream. Long thick dark hair fell down her hourglass waist stopping just above a perfectly round ass. He tried to steady himself as she turned around to make eye contact with him he was met by a serene far off gaze of blue. His heart skipped a beat and an odd sense of anxiety and need spilled over him. He was used to having a similar effect on women that he now felt for her, but somehow she was immune to his charm. This fact made her even more desirable to him. When he heard the sound of his name fall from her lips he was momentarily speechless.
Before he knew it he was sitting before her feeling the softness of her long cool fingers press gently against his skin. What was this feeling that had come over him. It was new, foreign, intoxicating. With every touch of her studying hands she left a trail of goosebumps that seemed to reach to his soul. He needed more of her. He would find a way… somehow to know her.
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Later that day she was looking over her notes for the day and she realized that she had forgotten to give Mr. Young his prescription. She looked at his chart for a number, finding it she dialed the number reaching the voicemail after a few rings she heard a recording. Allowing herself to listen, really listen to the voice on the other end of the line… she heard the sounds of children’s laughter and she felt a pang in her heart. She glanced at the photo on her desk of her precious little angels and her eyes began to moisten. She missed them. Feeling an ache in her heart but it was his time with them.
Shaking the sadness off she glanced at the address where he was staying and she decided to make a house visit. Grabbing her coat and bundling up to go out into the cold of the evening she punched the address into her navigation and headed in the direction of his house. The navigation chimed in the silence of the car. Destination reached. She grabbed the Rx. Put on her scarf and got out. The snow had begun to fall shortly after leaving the resort.
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He heard a timid knock on the front door and limped to open it wondering who it could be. He looked through the window and his heart stopped. It was her. Opening the door he saw the rosiness of her cheeks now spreading to her nose. She really was beautiful. Not a trace of makeup or if she was wearing it it was in a way that was natural accentuating the beauty that she was blessed with. He invited her in out of the cold she stepped professionally through the door into his space. She explained the prescription to him handing him some samples that she had brought knowing that he wouldn’t be able to fill it tonight. He offered her a drink. Noticing the grimace is pain with each step she insisted that he rest on the couch. Before he knew it she was standing next to him. She wrapped her arm around his waist serving as a crutch as she guided him to the couch.
She looked at him studying him in her professional way. As he looked back he noticed a change in her gaze almost as if she was allowing herself to see him for the first time. Maybe it was just him wanting to be seen in that way. He shook the idea off.
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When she saw his pain she had to help him rest. Her caring instincts kicking in. She guided him gently to the couch. Resting a pillow under his leg to elevate it. She attempted to roll his pants up. They didn’t allow her access to examine him properly. Looking into his eyes she felt a chill spread over her. The way that he looked at her. It made her feel. Feelings that seemed so foreign and far off. The admiration in his eyes that remained through the pain. As if he saw her for the woman that she was, once upon a time. The woman she had lost sight of. The woman iced over by the pain and hurt she had experienced.
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When he noticed that she couldn’t get the access that she needed he reached for the waist of his pants when she saw him struggling she helped him out of his pants. Her eyes lingering a little too long on the bulge now growing between his legs. She grabbed the throw from the chair close-by and covered him sweetly with it. He flushed… a feeling of lust and desire flooded him once again as her intoxicating scent invaded his nose. He found himself staring at her lips. The perfectly heart shaped plumpness and imagined how soft they would feel. He shifted on the couch with a wince he felt the pain. She had left the room returning with an ice pack and a bottle of water giving him the medication she had brought.
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Annalise looked around the house taking in the little pieces of this man that she started to see in a different light. Photos of two beautiful blondies were scattered around the house. Precious moments and memories. She allowed her eyes to land on his ring finger. No wedding band in sight. No photos of a plus one. She started to let her barriers down just a little. Allowing herself to smile she gently traced her finger along one of the photos asking who the children were. His eyes lit up as he spoke of them. She felt embarrassed as the next words slipped from her mouth a flush again spreading over her body… “And Mrs. Young? She allowed herself to make contact with his gaze once more as he told her that he was divorced and single. He then asked her about her to which she answered similarly that she too was single with two little ones. Trying to hide the sadness that came along with the topic. Her stomach soon began to growl and she embarrassed by the intrusion said that she should go.
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He grabbed her gently by the hand as she got up from where she had been sitting close by and said “Please, don’t go so soon. The weather is not safe for you to drive in at this time.” And he tried to get up from where he was on the couch. She pushed him back into his resting position saying “no…. stay. I’ll make you dinner at least. Have you eaten?” He had but seeing the excitement in her eyes to do this act of kindness for him. He shook his head no and said “not much”. And with that she got up walked over to the fading fireplace stirred the fire and added a few logs to keep the fire going.
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She made her way around his kitchen finding some ground meat and taco shells. She began finely dicing peppers and onions to sauté with the specially seasoned meat. She smiled as the aromatic scents filled her nose. It smelled even better than it usually did. Before she knew it the food was ready. She made a few perfectly layered tacos for him finding a tray she served him. Watching with a look of excitement as he took his first bite. He loved it. More so because of the excitement that she expressed.
They spent a few hours talking and the storm still hadn’t let up. A blizzard advisory was in place. And she began to realize that most likely she wouldn’t be leaving. He saw a look of concern on her face as she felt she would be an intrusion on his night. He smiled and insisted that she stay the night. She nodded, “okay, but please let me help you to the restroom you shouldn’t put weight on that leg.” He agreed, allowing her to support him as they made their way to the bathroom.
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He found himself staring into the mirror. The reflection he saw was like one he had never seen. A look love utmost joy a feeling he hadn’t felt since he was a child mimicked only by the moments he felt when holding his children close by. Could this feeling be real. Could this be the beginning of a once in a lifetime kind of love. There was a warmth there he felt when she was near to him. A happiness that reached deep into the walls he had carefully maintained. Protecting his heart from pain. She was the first and hopefully the last to ever breach the walls and she was doing it without even knowing. He washed his face brushed his teeth and prepared himself for bed.
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She gazed at her reflection in the hall mirror. Man she was a hot mess. Hair in disarray from the hat she had been wearing in those last hours of her day at the slopes. She felt weightless when she was skiing. The crisp cool air on her face offering a temporary reprieve from the cloudiness of her mind. Here she was worrying for the first time in months about her appearance. About what a man might think of her and she flushed. She heard the stirring of him in the bathroom. And offered her help he accepted. Helping him now to his bed. He sat on the edge removing his shirt. Now only in his boxers. His body was divine. She felt herself dampen at the sight of him. A feeling she hadn’t felt for another man in years. Gah…. what was she doing.
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“You look uncomfortable please help yourself to something of mine.” She glanced at the shirt that he had just discarded, “can i wear this?” He heard himself chuckle and said help yourself, letting her know where the spare tooth brushes and contact cases were. She disappeared into the bathroom. And before he knew it she returned wearing nothing but the shirt and a white pair of boy shorts. Her thick legs. Perfectly matched her round ass… she looked timid, embarrassed almost under his burning gaze. Just when he thought she couldn’t be more beautiful. He saw her… her body in his shirt. A sight that he would love to see every day. He pulled the covers aside and offered her to sleep next to him. He longed to feel the softness of her body. Not just in a sexual way which surprised him but to feel her arms around him. Her head resting on his chest. The intimacy of a loveship. The sincerity of coupledom.
He had never been overly drawn to these acts of intimacy but something about her. About the way his heart responded to her ignited a need deep inside of him to wrap his arms around her and never let go.
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Should she, never one for a one night stand Annalise was overwhelmed by the lust and desire that was coming over her for this man. She barely knew him. She met him less then 24 hours ago but somehow she felt like he was a lifelong friend. She needed this man…. tired of being reserved and not taking risks she decided to go out on a limb. She brushed through her hair. Letting it fall loose around her. Took off her sports bra and pulled on his shirt. It smelled of him. She couldn’t believe she had been forward enough to ask to wear it. She hadn’t even had anything to drink. All of the courage she was experiencing was completely her own.
Taking a deep steadying breath she reached for the handle and walked out of the master bathroom in only the shirt and her panties. She walked to the bed he was offering to her and climbed in. Letting out a sigh of utmost relief as her body sank into the mattress. It was divine so much better then the springy bed she’d been suffering in for the last months. He let out a chuckle at her open sigh and she flushed. The sound of it touched her, making her whole body relax. They lay awake in the fire light listening to the crackle of the log as it burned steadily on.
With a deep inhalation she said his name rolling to her side to face him. She could see into his eyes at this point her eyes having adjusted to the low light of the room. “It has been over a year since I’ve allowed myself to feel the touch of a man… my body is craving for touch. Can you please hold me. Wrap your arms around me and let’s just be. I’m drawn to you in a way I’ve never experienced before.”
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She was trembling. He felt it as this beauty lay next to him. He had gone over every possibility in his mind of how he could touch her. How he would win her into his graces so he could experience her body in this way. Now here it was metaphorically laying at his feet.
He cleared his throat trying to steady his own racing heart he opened his arms to her. The second her body settled into his the erratic beating of his heart intensified. It was as if his soul was attempting to reach out to hers with every beat. She lay her head on his chest… she could hear it. She must. He felt the curve of her mouth as she smiled gently against his exposed skin. And then he felt it, her tear soaked cheek pressed deeper into him as she wrapped her body tighter into his. Seeking a solace that she seemed to find in the safety of his embrace. The trembling intensified and then quickly waned away.
He traced simple paths, shapes, hearts on the soft exposed skin of her arm. Each and every stroke leaving a trail of raised flesh. He seemed to have the same effect on her that she had on him. A longing burned deeper, stronger inside of him. But he didn’t want her not like this. A sense of protectiveness overcame the lust for this woman. He wanted to do right by her. To love and to cherish her like the queen that she was. The queen that she never saw herself as.
She had a humility and sweetness to her as if she was unaware of the beauty she possessed. This made her even more attractive. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was to him. Every laugh every line that formed on her delicate face when she smiled with her eyes. He would tell her one day. He had to be the man to show her just how divine she was.
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How could she ruin such an amazing moment with her tears… ugh what was it about him that made her feel completely whole. Somehow she brushed her insecurities aside and let her tears pour out as she rested in the warmth of his arms. The sadness erasing from her mind with every beat of his heart. She smiled at the erratic way it seemed to respond to her touch. Gone was the heaviness that weighed on her heart as she began to feel his touch against her skin. His loving caress ignited a trail of sensations that reached deep inside of her core. She wanted this man. She wouldn’t hold back. She didn’t care in this moment. She knew there was a risk that came with her forwardness. It was completely out of character for her but she needed him. And she sensed that he needed her. The desire equally reciprocated.
As the winds howled on the exterior of the house, snow and bits of ice began to pelt against the window panes. The power went out. She found several candles surrounding the room and used this as an opportunity to distance herself from him to attempt to regain her thoughts. She went to the kitchen returning with a bottle of wine two glasses and a lighter. Placing the glasses and bottle on the night dresser she began lighting the candles. Each creating a dance of silhouettes on the walls around them. When the candles were lit she went to work on the cork and handed him a glass of wine which she quickly pulled away. Saying “oh gosh, I forgot you shouldn’t be drinking with the medication i gave you” she put the glass away and studied his smile. Letting out a sigh she took a sip from her glass reveling in the perfect blend.
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He watched as she seemed to float from candle to candle taking in the revealed portion of her ass. So plump and round. He felt his erection grow. When she sipped from the glass his eyes landed on her lips watching her neck as she swallowed the wine down. The very bottle which he had picked up from the market that day in hopes of gifting her with it. It was rich and aromatic a perfect bloom just like her. His mind began to wander again as he fantasized about those lips on his. Soon the bed shifted he listened to the smoothness of her voice as she told him about something funny. They laughed together. And he couldn’t help but reach out and tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
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She flushed her entire body now hot and filled with electricity from his touch. She’d never been handled with such delicateness. Their eyes met and it was in that moment she placed her hand on his chest. Feeling the strength of his muscles beneath her palm. She leaned in she had too taste him… his lips.
When their lips met she felt his body tense. Insecurely she pulled away. Quickly apologizing for her forwardness. His hooded eyes were full of a mixture of amusement and desire as he placed his hand on her cheek and said “Please, don’t be sorry.” He pulled her close to him. She smelled the pheromones heavy in the air, urging her further. With the lingering taste of his mouth on hers she had to take more. She straddled his hips on the bed and furthered her kiss. Taking what was now only hers to take. She was under the control of the whirlwind of emotions. Lust, desire, longing, utmost physical attraction and the need for touch, his touch.
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He wanted her… to feel her sheath him deep inside of the warmth that was now grinding his throbbing erection through the cotton that served a barrier between their bodies. He watched as she found her first release. It was a sound that in and of itself nearly made him find a release of his own. He wouldn’t though, not like this. When the wave of her climax began to wane he pulled her body down onto his and kissed her. It was soft and sweet delicate even. She was precious… when she looked into his eyes he saw it all of the stormy sadness that had lingered in her eyes was gone. “Make love to me Marc… please. I need you. I need this.” He nodded his head. His heart began to race. The once sweet delicate kiss became needing wanting and she took what she wanted.
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With warm hands she reached for the waistband of his underwear sliding them down his hips. She tried to hide the excitement on her face as she saw him for the very first time. She saw the silky bead of cum form on the tip of his erection… with seeking hands she grabbed him lacing her fingers around as she looked at him making her way back up between his legs she looked into his eyes as she licked that bead. Slowly closing her eyes so she wouldn’t be distracted by the lust in his eyes. She slowly skillfully sucked him into her mouth. Taking her hands and cupping then carefully under his sack. Heavy and tight wanting for release.
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Oh my goodness… her mouth. Her tongue. Her throat. Never had he been taken in a mouth in this way before. It felt so gooood… he had to hold on. He didn’t let himself go he pulled her up after only a few minutes. Pulling the shirt off over her head… he laced his fingers into the lacy holes of her panties and ripped them off of her. There was no time for formalities. She let out a gasp when she heard the tearing of the fabric an instant pooling of silky wetness for him. He picked her up by the hips and slid into her. Watching her eyes as she felt her walls stretch to his girth. That sensation alone sent her over the edge. She came…. and orgasm so hard and strong it almost pushed him to finish. Deep breaths…
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He felt so good… a fit so tight… so perfect. Stretching her and stroking her in all of the right places she set her pace. Driving harder with each rise and fall of her hips. She made love to him taking what she needed. What she wanted. And he let her. Something so foreign to her. She felt beautiful. Strong. Sexy. She finished again and again until she was somewhat satisfied.
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She was insatiable. The self restraint that he had to practice was insane. When she looked into his eyes and said… “cum with me… inside of me. Please baby… I need you.” He instantly came undone.
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They spent the night making love. Hot and sweaty slow and sweet. With her head resting again on his chest. The steady beat of his heart lulling her to sleep. She smiled and quietly whispered “I’m yours Mr. Young… will you be mine?” “I’m already yours baby” he said. And with a smile on her face she began to hum happily, quietly, until she fell asleep.
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