The Snowstorm

Nola heard the big engine of the truck outside. Who could it be? Hurriedly, she finished dressing and went out to the back door. In just a few swipes of the snowplow blade her neighbor, Tom, had cleared the huge rural driveway that swept around her old farmhouse. She had just been about to go shovel in the frigid air and he had saved her a ton of back-breaking work.

Nola hung out the door and waved. Tom pulled up and rolled down his window.

"Oh, Tom, thank you! Can I pay you?" Nola bounced a little in the cold air to stay warm.

"Absolutely not!" He scowled good-naturedly then smiled.

"Not even a little something to pay for gas?"

"Wouldn't hear of it!"

"Well, come in and let me get you a cup of coffee. I just made an apple pie yesterday from the last of the apples."

"Now, that I could not refuse." Tom shut the big truck down, rolled up the window and got out, slamming the door behind him. He followed Nola into the cozy farmhouse.

Nola helped Tom off with his coat. She took in the broad shoulders encased in flannel and long johns in front of her. Inhaling, she turned and took his coat into the living room to put it on a chair by the fireplace.

"There, it'll be nice and toasty warm by the time you're ready to leave." Nola smiled at Tom as she got a mug off a hook for his coffee. He really was very handsome, very tall with a thick dark beard and hair shot threw with threads of silver. A woman could get comfortable running her fingers through that hair.

Nola had always wondered why he'd never married. They'd known each other since high school but rather distantly. He had not been friends with her cheating ex-husband and had actually told her she was well rid of him when her divorce went through. Nola had been surprised but they hadn't really talked much since then. It had been over a year.

"Do you take anything in your coffee, Tom?"

"A little milk would be nice, if you have it."

"Absolutely."

In a minute, Nola had a slice of homemade apple pie warmed up in the microwave so that the cinnamon scented the air. She brought it to the table with a mug of coffee for Tom then got herself a mug and sat down with him.

"Mmmm, Nola, this pie is heaven."

Nola smiled. "I'll have to send another slice home with you. I certainly don't need most of a pie to myself."

"I'd appreciate that. I didn't know if you might need to get out to go to work?"

"Nooo, the library closes when the schools do. No work today for me."

Tom grinned at Nola. "Nice cushy job there!"

"I suppose you have to go plow out a ton of driveways and such," Nola said sympathetically.

"Nope, yours was the last one. Well, at least until later. I'll have to make a pass back through a few."

Nola looked at Tom speculatively. He'd just finished his pie. "Why don't we take our coffee in by the fireplace where it's warmer?"

Tom looked at Nola for a minute. There was something in her expression. "I'm feeling warmer already, let's go."

Tom followed Nola into the living room and they sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace, side by side.

"Tom, can I ask you a very personal question?" Nola looked up at him sideways.

Tom just looked at her for minute. "You can ask, but I reserve the right not to answer."

"Fair enough. I've always wondered, why have you never married? Are you...?"

"Gay? No, but I am bi. I guess I never married because I never found a woman who could accept that in our relationship. I'd never sneak around on my wife to fulfill that need."

Nola thought about that for a minute. She wasn't sure if she could accept having her husband see someone else either, but she respected his honesty. She thought about watching him with another man and found the idea rather arousing. Her head built a picture on it's own, Tom leaning down...

Tom set his cup down on the coffee table with a sigh. "I'm sorry, Nola. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, maybe I should go."

"No!" Nola put her hand on Tom's thigh. "You didn't make me uncomfortable. Well, maybe you did a little but only in the best way and you could help make me... comfortable again."

Tom settled back and looked at Nola's smile. He'd been right about what she was telegraphing after all. "Well, let's see what we can do about that."

Tom leaned in and Nola met him halfway in a sweet apple pie and coffee kiss. Tom found his arms full of a very warm and willing woman, her hands already up under his shirt and spreading across his broad chest.

It had been so long for Nola, she couldn't seem to get close enough, taste enough of him or touch enough of him. She kissed him aggressively, her hands pushing up his long john shirt. She pulled back breathlessly to shove up and Tom helped her to get it off.

"Wow," she breathed as she looked at the broad manly chest. Her husband had been the thin runner type. "Oh, this is so much better."

She was on him again and Tom obliged her hunger, letting her hands run wherever they wanted while he worked himself out of his jeans. His boots had already been discarded at the door on his way in. He went to work on Nola's jeans and shirt while her hands and mouth roved his body. He sucked in a breath and went still when Nola's explorations took her south of the border. He had a feeling she was going to be insatiable. He could live with that.

Nola held Tom's cock firmly but gently as she licked up and down it, like a kid with a long waited for popsicle on a hot summer day. She wanted him hard and ready to fill her.

Tom was hard and almost ready. He grabbed for his jeans and fished his wallet out, pulling out a condom and flicked it to Nola. With an eager grin, Nola opened it and rolled it easily down his erection.

"You do that pretty easily for a woman who hasn't had sex in a year," Tom quipped.

Nola winked. "I use them on my dildo so I don't have to worry about cleaning it too carefully."

"Excellent technique," Tom said as he pulled her up onto him, letting Nola guide the head of his cock toward her slit.

"Ohhhhhh." Nola gripped Tom's shoulders tightly as his stiff prick filled her fuller than anything ever had. She was panting already and grinning broadly over Tom. Wasting no time, she started to ride him like an expert jockey, setting a steady and easy pace.

Tom's hands wandered up to tease and tweak her nipples.

"Harder," Nola panted. She wanted to make up for years and years of little feeling going into sex and this was the man to help her do it.

Tom teased her nipples, barely brushing past them with his thumbs then taking them between his thumb and forefinger to pinch and roll mercilessly.

"Oh, God... yes!" Nola was already quivering in a mind numbing orgasm.

Tom's hands went down to her hips and held her as he took over, thrusting up ferociously. God, she was a hot little bundle. They were going to have some fun times together.

Nola felt the orgasm roll on and on, building higher and higher as Tom continued to thrust and she rode him. She swore she saw fireworks at the peak and then she was coming down as Tom rolled to a stop.

They were both breathless as Nola slumped over his chest. Sensations continued to dance over her skin and she closed her eyes. The hot male scent of him, the fire in the hearth and the smell of sex in the air made her smile. This wasn't over yet, not if she had anything to say about it.