CUM AND STAY AWHILE
"This will be over soon and then I can go home to New Hampshire. Get out of this nightmare, and never get sucked into opening my place again to superficial social climbing ignorant bores who promote their own agendas in the name of whatever charity is currently popular. If I have to deal with one more politically correct progressive, who want to use my B & B free of charge, I'm gonna puke."
Ranting on and on, to her best friend in Alaska, tears rolled. Talking to her so freely made her realize just how much she missed being with real genuine, down to earth people she could spill her guts to and not be judged.
"Why can't life be simple anymore? I'm sick of all the cockamamie bull-shit!" she yelled swaying on her feet under a heavy load of stress and one too many beers
"It's okay Fanny, it's temporary, all gonna pass. You go through this once a year and so do I, I'm just glad we can be there for each other. Get some rest sweetie. Everything is gonna work out okay, it always does, one way or another."
Finally, with her spring wound down, she
thanked her best friend for being there, for understanding how fed up she was with everything, how helpless she felt to change her husband, and the health of her mother who was dying with an incurable disease.
Fanny had to have been as tired before in her life, but she couldn't remember. She was too ragged and wore out being a care giver--all things to all people--to clearly remember
anymore. All work and no play was taking its toll.
Later that night, she heard the last straggler go out the front door and soon after that, heard the caterer at her door.
Knocking softly she said, "Mrs. Fortuitous, we're done and will be leaving in a few minutes. I will talk to you tomorrow, and lock up. Hope you feel better."
Later that night when the Bed and Breakfast was quiet and dark and she was sure she was all alone, Fanny went downstairs for more booze to help her go back to sleep and escape.
Alone time when she didn't have to be mentally alert and on her toes, was a luxury she seldom had--she planned to take full advantage of it when she could--this night turned out to be one of them but she'd pay for it in the morning.
Looking around the main dinning room,
she could see that all evidence of the party was gone, except for the elaborate floral arrangement and half burned candles in the five arm pewter candelabras on the head table.
In the big commercial kitchen she found cold lobster tails, coconut oil dipping sauce, a variety of salads and relishes, assorted fruits, cheeses and and crackers.
Along with a bottle of red wine, she loaded a tray and returned to her den to snack and drink, indulge in a bit of healthy gluttony.
Falling asleep in the big easy chair with her feet up on the ottoman, she had slept fitfully and was now ashamed of herself as she looked over towards the window where
she saw a snow covered court yard and her half-empty wine bottle shimmering in the moonlight that flooded the room.
Reaching for it she poured another glass. Squinting, she
tried to see the digital clock and couldn't, but she thought, it's got to be at least 5AM in the morning.
"Who the hell drinks at five in the morning," she grumbled "only low-life drunks drink then."
Nevertheless she kept drinking and soon finished the bottle off and drifted back into oblivion, half awake, half asleep.
She was never one to feel sorry for herself, but tonight, she was wallowing in self-pity.
Was it Saturday? Or Sunday? Her mind raced, calculated and tried to remember.
All she knew for sure was that she'd been in the house now for at least two days and had not heard from Mitch, her husband for the past ten years.
She was so busy with all the preparations for "his" benefit she'd forgotten about trying to reach him by phone, and when she did remember, figured it would only be a matter of hours before he'd show up for the benefit, but he never did.
Just the thought of him not showing up made her heart ache and want to be held.
Entertaining guests was the one thing left in their marriage that they had continued to enjoy doing together.
To say she was disappointed in him failing to appear, was putting it mildly--the understatement of the year.
This time, he hadn't even tried to call her with one of his flimsy excuses.
Now she hoped he'd decided to stay in the city and not show up at all--that he was okay--simply shacked up with one of his male lovers in NYC and planned to use the threat of the impending storm as an excuse later to save face.
Maybe it was just as well she thought, I don't want him on bad roads. Despite his crappy little imperfections, he was a good guy. She loved the essence of him, just didn't want to be married to him any longer but could see no graceful way out and he wouldn't discuss it,
afraid that politically it would be disastrous.
Rolling over she reached for her landline and decided to
call Granny who was always up early in the morning, maybe she'd heard from him.
Grabbing her bag at the side of the chair she fished out her cell and found it was dead. Oh shit, she thought, I forgot to charge the damn thing.
Deciding she better get up and take a shower, she reached over to turn on the lamp and found it was dead too.
"Got to be a power outage, it's the only thing it can be. Better find my flashlight,"
she mumbled in her stupor.
Finding it she turned it on and pushed off her blanket, and found cold air nipping her bare legs.
"My God, I haven't any heat either!"
In the closet she found a pile of wool sweaters and slacks and insulated long underwear which she lost no time in putting on.
Downstairs someone was frantically pounding on the front door.
Looking through the view finder, she saw Kurt, the boy down the road who used to cut her lawn and clean her pool in the summer time.
She figured his mother had probably sent him to check up on her.
"Oh Kurt, I'm so glad to see you!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Fortuitous. I have a problem and need your help. There's an awful blizzard and I can't go any farther on my snowmobile. I was in the village at the cafe when everyone lost power. I headed home on my snowmobile, but ran out of gas a few miles back."
"Come in you poor boy, you must be freezing--help me build a fire--we can get warm that way. The power lines must be down, I have no phone, lights, or heat."
Within an hour, he had a roaring fire going and had fired up the bottled gas grill on the patio. With Fanny's help they got a pot of coffee going and big skillet full of bacon, eggs, and fried potatoes.
Smiling, she watched her angel work, and told him, "A guardian angel must have sent you to me, I can't believe how clever and resourceful you are."
"Done a lot of camping with my dad up at our cabin in the mountains on Lake Champlain. There's no electric up there, it's pretty much fend for yourself," he said chuckling, "we're not
roughing here yet, as long as the food and firewood hold out, we should be okay."
Eyeing him up and down and admiring his build she said, "You're a good man to have around, that's for sure."
"Thanks Mrs. Fortuitous," he said noting the breathlessness in her voice, the provocative way she stood in the doorway.
Unable to stop it, the stirring in his groin caused a noticeable tent forming in his baggy snowmobile pants.
He tried to hide it with a towel but Fanny saw it anyway. It left her aching with desire and a wanting she hadn't felt in years.
Never taking her eyes off him she moved in like a cat on the prowl and felt under his jacket
--let her hand drop down to the side of his thighs, as she let out a big sigh.
"Kurt, you'd better get those clothes off and into something warm and dry--you'll catch
Turning beat red, he said, "You got anything that'd fit me?"
"Of course darling, my brother is about your size--keeps a supply of old clothes up in the TV room at the top of the stairs--help yourself. There's towels in the bathroom you can use to dry off."
"Thanks, tend to the grill while I'm gone?"
"No problem, hurry back."
Within minutes he'd returned and was smiling broadly. "Look what I found."
In his hand he had two extra large fleece Snuggies, "thought you might want one too."
"Thanks, you're looking ever so much better Kurt--yeah, these Snuggies--are great. I'm going go to put mine on right now."
Returning from the bathroom in her Snuggy with nothing on underneath, she set the game table for breakfast and broke open a pint of apricot brandy.
Kurt, "We're going to do this up right--have cappuccino spiked with brandy."
"Sounds good Mrs. Fortuitous."
"Oh Kurt, call me Fanny, you're an adult now, no need for such formalities. I'm older than you, but not THAT much older."
Before putting their food on big platter, he donned his Snuggie, and sat down across from Fanny saying, "Shall we give thanks before we eat?"
Not showing her surprise, she said, "Of course Kurt."
Bowing his head he took her hand under the table and squeezing it said, "Thank heaven for this food and for Fanny being here to help me in my time of need."
Squeezing his hand back, she replied,
"Yes, thank you, and for sending Kurt to help me too."
Enjoying every bite, Fanny said, "I can't recall any breakfast, ever tasting this delicious. It's out of this world."
After words they put the dishes in the sink and sat bundled up by the fireplace on the sofa where they watched the snow and sleet pelting the windows.
Eventually they became totally relaxed and strengthened by being together, safe and warm.
Laughing and joking around they shared personal problems, discussing Kurt's one and only girlfriend that'd left him for another guy.
She in turn confided that her cheating husband hadn't made love to her in years.
"Gosh, Fannie, that's hard to imagine, you are so pretty . . . so . . . so . . .desirable."
"Thanks Kurt, you're making me blush, it's not that he doesn't admire me, or isn't good to me, I think it's just that he likes cock better than pussy."
"Fannie!" he acted shocked, but she could tell he secretly liked her using taboo words not usually heard in their area.
"Sorry, Kurt. I forgot myself. It just makes me mad when I think about it, that what I got to offer sexually as a woman, is a complete waste."
"I get that, you might be surprised to know I'm 23 and still a virgin, I feel like my girl messed with emotions too. She'd give me a blow job when I did something for her, but she'd never fuck me for real."
Smiling like a Cheshire Cat, she reached across the table and poured two more cups of hot cappuccino from the thermos pot, ceremoniously giving each a big slug of peach brandy.
"Kurt, that's hard to fathom, you are a good looking, well built sexy guy, was she crazy?"
Laughing he winked and said, "Fanny, I'm glad you think so, but what you don't know is that I've been studying to be a
Catholic Priest . . . that's why I haven't been around to do any work for you these past few years and why I am so retarded sexually, why I'm still a virgin. At least I hope so. I do know I love sex, to the extent I had to drop out of the priesthood. I realized I couldn't be celibate for the rest of my life, or did I even want to be. . . ."
"I'm getting the picture Kurt. It sounds like you've had a rough time of it too."
"Yeah, the first time I had any kind of sex other than jacking myself off, my girlfriend gave me a blow job, it felt so good, I figured I didn't need anything more than that. Especially with her being worried about getting pregnant and all . . . but when I found out she ran around on me . . . was screwing anything that moved, I was hurt . . . like what the heck did those guys have, that I didn't?"
"So you've never had your cock in a pussy?"
"No, Fanny, I haven't. Does that make me sound pathetic?"
"Not at all! Tell me, would you like to?"
"Very much, " he said with his head down and not looking her in the eyes.
Reaching up under his Snuggie she undid his belt and said, "Let's take those off of you--stand up in front of me right now before I come to my senses and change my mind."
Pulling them down to his knees with her head under the snuggie, she felt his big
thick rod come to immediate attention and throb in her hand as she put it in her mouth and began to suck on it.
"Omigawd, that feels so good, he moaned."
Before he could get to used to it she came out for air and told him, "Get rid of all your clothes sweet baby, and only keep on the Snuggie. I will do the same for you. If we take them off, we're going to get chilled and I don't want you detracted for your first time."
Obediently as a little puppy dog, he did as he was told, and she did as she promised.
Laying naked on the sofa with nothing but the Snuggie she pulled him on top of her and moved his hands on to her body in all the places she'd wanted for so long to be touched and then reached down and stuck his huge hard cock inside her cunt and thrust upwards saying, "This is how it's done baby, this is how it's done."
Not needing any further instructions, he let his natural instincts take over and met her thrust for thrust, driving his thick rock hard rod in out with boyish glee and vigor.
Overwhelmed and in the throes of passion, she cried out, "Oh migawd. Oh migawd. . . . You are sooo good at this . . . ohhh . . . yessssssss! You aren't supposed to be this good first time around . . .
"I love it, Fanny, I love it, oh yeah,
oh yeah, I really, really, love it!"
"Me too baby, me too, maybe we'll get lucky and be snowed in here for days."
"I'd like that Fannie."
"Yes--my B & B guest with privileges--one who'll cum and cum and stay awhile."