The snow is deep as I abandon my car on the side of a deserted road and start walking. I was lucky that I didn't get hurt when my car skidded off the road. Walking is tough as I trudge onward, looking for some sign of life.
No mailboxes, no driveways but the trees are beautiful covered in a white blanket. Thank goodness it isn't sleeting and snowing now. I just hope I can find someone to help me get home. I have been walking for about 4 miles when I spot a mailbox and driveway. Yeah! I just hope some big dog isn't going to come charging up to me! That would be my luck.
I can see a house through the trees, about 100 yards from the road. A chainsaw cranks up and sounds to be cutting, what? Wood? Ah, trees. As I walk closer to the driveway, a man comes into view. A large pine tree has fallen across the drive and the guy is cutting it into chunks and moving them aside.
"Hello," I call out when he pauses for a second, the chainsaw purring. He looks up and waves as I walk toward him down the drive. He puts down the chainsaw, turns it off and comes closer.
"Hi, can I help you?" he asks.
"Yes, please. My car slid off the road into a ditch and my cell phone lost power."
"Well, you look very cold and wet. Would you like to come inside to warm up?"
"That would be delightful. Thanks."
As we walk toward the house we introduce ourselves and chat about the weather and our careers. Once we enter the house, he takes my coat and leads me into the kitchen where he fixes us hot tea. We walk into the den and sit on the sofa. The tea is warming me up and I begin to relax.
We chat about things we like to do and share a few stories from our past. Without realizing it, his hand brushes against mine laying on the sofa.
He looks me in the eyes and there's this powerful feeling connecting us. It's a bit startling but pleasant too. My heart begins to race and my skin starts to tingle. There is a long pause.
Neither one of us is talking and he is caressing my hand.
I ask if I could kiss him. His eyes widen and his breath catches. Then he smiles and agrees. We both lean in to kiss. A gentle, tender kiss. Just as I am pulling away, I flick out my tongue and lick his lips.
He laughs and we share a smile. He moves to my side and places his hands on my shoulders, pulling me to him. The next kiss is heated. A slow exploration of lips, tongue, mouths. His hands are moving up and down my back and I feel like I want to melt right there. It feels sooo good.
I run my hands up his chest to his shoulders as we move closer. He gradually moves over me and I realize that I am lying back on the sofa under him. We never break the kiss until I am flat on my back. He pulls away a bit, looks at me and whispers, "So sweet."
Still looking at me he traces his fingertips across my lips and cups the side of my face. He gives me another slow wet kiss. His hands travel to my neck and then his mouth follows suit.