The Snowy Stranger

Every winter, sleepy Wisconsin towns have to lock down for frigid weather.

Snow, ice, and cold drive people to spend time huddled in their homes, including Rebecca. Rebecca is 25, with an independent streak. She was independent through college, through the home-buying process, and in homeownership. Though with mounting snow, she did wish she had help shoveling.

Late one Friday night, Rebecca comes inside from shoveling mountains of snow off the sidewalk. She was barely able to finish her shoveling before the wind became so intense it forced her inside. Once she locked her door she took her hat off to reveal long, chocolate hair. Her cheeks and nose were red from the cold, so red they almost hid her freckles.

Rebecca ran her hands through her hair before taking off her jacket, snow pants, and boots, leaving her to walk to her bedroom in nothing more than a sweater and her frilly underwear. She stopped by her room to grab her fuzzy robe and fresh panties before rushing to the bathroom for a hot shower. She felt cold to her bone, and couldn't think of a better way to warm up. Nights alone in her house were rough. Rebecca often wished he had someone warm to share her bed with her.

When going back to her room she thought about how cold she was still. Rebecca was looking for pajamas when she heard a small crash on her porch. She crept to her front window and peeked outside, seeing someone huddled under her awning, fixing the chair they knocked over. "What should I do?" she thought. Letting a stranger in her home is a huge risk, but could she risk letting someone die on her porch?

After quickly deliberating with herself, she decided to open her door to the stranger. Rebecca cracked the door open and whispered, "Hello?". Even her whispers were enough to cut through the freezing air and snow. The figure turned their head toward her; Rebecca could now see the wind-chapped face of a man old enough to be her grandfather. He had the same wind burnt look she had when she came inside from shoveling. They locked eyes for a moment before she said "Are you cold?

She instantly felt embarrassed by her question, of course he was cold! He kept her eyes locked with his as he simply stated, "Very". Rebecca paused for a moment; you could hear the snow crunch as cars passed. Eventually, Rebecca said, "Would you like to come inside?".

The man broke his eye contact with Rebecca as he slowly rose to his feet, and nodded. Rebecca stepped back to fully open the door for the man. "I'm Rebecca," she said. The man replied, "I'm Dennis".

...

Rebecca was waiting at her kitchen table for Dennis.

Since he came inside, she offered him food, a shower, and to sleep on her couch. Dennis agreed to the food first, and Rebecca quickly warmed up a can of soup for the man, along with a grilled cheese sandwich. To Rebecca's surprise, he slowly ate the food, savoring each bite. There were moments when the soup ran down Dennis's beard, causing her mind to wander. "How long has he been without a meal? A warm place to sleep?" She thought, resting her head in her hand. She expected him to be ravenous, but he ate with time and intention.

Rebecca also offered Dennis a beer. He accepted, leading Rebecca to have one too.

In between bites Dennis and Rebecca got to know each other. Dennis revealed he's been homeless for a few years. Before then he had a studio and worked as an artist, but work as an artist doesn't last. After spending so much time chasing professional dreams, he decided at 68 it was time to wander and see what else was out there. Once it was Rebecca's turn to share, she told Dennis she was always a good girl. Good kid, a good student, and a good worker. She graduated top of her class just 5 years prior and now works as an art teacher at the local elementary school. Rebecca shared she was single, and that she didn't have the time to date. She also lamented about how immature the boys her age were. Dennis nodded, sharing about how immature he was at 25 too. They shared some laughs, and their conversation flowed. Neither Rebecca nor Dennis expected to find themselves in such good company that evening.

"Do you know what would really warm us up?" cooed Rebecca.

"What's that?" replied Dennis, as Rebecca pulled out a bottle of whiskey. The pair took 2 shots each, laughing over the cheap liquor.

As Dennis finished his sandwich, Rebecca offered her shower again. "Do you have a change of clothes?" she asked, unsure if the question was rude. "I have clothes, but they're in need of a wash", Dennis said. After a moment, Rebecca offered to toss the clothes in her washer. Dennis agreed and handed his sack to her.

While in the shower, Rebecca trekked down to her basement to throw Dennis' clothes in the wash. As she walked back upstairs, she noticed she was still smiling. She felt happy, happy to have a mature man in the house.

As Dennis finished his shower, Rebecca set out blankets and pillows on the couch. She could still hear the shower water running as sat on the newly made couch. Rebecca realized she was still cold from the frost outside, but something in her core was quickly warming up. She was in disbelief at the thoughts that had crossed her mind that evening. She had fantasized about older, more experienced men before, but she never imagined inviting one into her home. She had a strange naked man in her house. His only clothes were in her washing machine. She was still only in her robe and panties. And at that moment, she could feel her panties grow wet.

She tried to snap out of it, standing, moving to her kitchen. "He's a stranger," she thought. "He's old," she thought. "He's handsome," she thought.

Rebecca sat down at her table, unsure of what to do.

She decided to wait for Dennis.

...

Not long after Dennis hopped in the shower, he felt warm. He felt warm in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. The water was hot, and so was Rebecca. This generous, naive young woman had opened her doors to him. "What if I was a killer?" he thought. But he quickly dismissed the thought, angry at the idea of someone hurting Rebecca. As he washed his body he imagined Rebecca's hands running over him. Through his hair, down his chest, moving toward his cock. He hadn't been with a woman in years. Seeing Rebecca and her generosity lit a fire in him. He was hard, but he didn't want to touch himself. He wanted Rebecca so much it hurt.

After time passed, Dennis shut off the hot water, grabbed his towel, and prepared himself to step into the living room.

...

Rebecca could hear the shower cut off, and the bathroom door open. She tried to avert her eyes, but couldn't help but look up as Dennis stepped out. His long, grey hair, thick beard, hairy chest, and beer belly were all exposed; Dennis only has a towel around his waist. Rebecca could feel herself growing wetter as the old homeless man stood wet in her house.

Dennis locked eyes with Rebecca as he exited the bathroom. Her brilliant, blue eyes popped against her dark brown hair. Her eyes were sweet and kind. He moved the towel around his waist, trying to conceal his growing erection underneath.

They stared at each other for a moment before Rebecca broke away, "You must be freezing, let me grab you another towel."

She rushed back into her room. Dennis peaked in to see her bed, and some clothes, including panties on the floor. He has to stifle a growing moan as she handed him a second towel.

"Thanks" was all he was able to say.

...

Dennis sat on the couch as Rebecca stood at a distance, both of them waiting for either Dennis' clothes to dry, or for something interesting to happen.

Rebecca decides it's time for her to change into her pajamas. She excused herself to her room, making sure not to shut the door behind her. Rebecca left it cracked, with a soft, lamp light shining through. Dennis couldn't help but stare at the door, aching. He felt his heavy breath, he felt his cock hardening, and he felt like inviting himself into Rebecca's room.

Dennis crept forward the best he could, pausing at the entrance to Rebecca's room. He lightly presses his face to the opening, seeing her rifle through a drawer. While peering, the door creaked, causing Rebecca to whip around after a moment of fear, Dennis decided to lean into his pursuit, and opened the door.

Rebecca, of course, was hoping Dennis would make a move. Why else would she leave her door open? She heard the creak and turned, seeing the old, grey man of her dreams. Seemingly speechless, Dennis simply moved towards Rebecca and opened his towel.

Dennis' big cock sprung out, surrounded by grey hair. That image only made Rebewetter wet, and she untied her robe.

Dennis moved forward, opening Rebecca's robe. The couple was silent for a moment, processing the sights before them. Dennis never thought he would see such a beautiful pair of DDs in person again.

Dennis grabbed Rebecca by her shoulders, pushing her onto the bed. As she fell, Rebecca grabbed a hold of Dennis' arm, taking him with her.

Dennis hovered over Rebecca, his cock inches away from her wet pussy. He leaned down and kissed Rebecca. Rebecca couldn't help but moan into Dennis' mouth, releasing some of her pent-up energy. Her moans led Dennis to feel ravenous; he pulled away and grabbed her face.

He leaned close to her ear and hissed "You're mine now". Rebecca begins flooding, her independent streak dying. She felt sloppy, she felt drunk (though she wasn't), and she could only mutter "I'm all yours".

Dennis does not need more of an invitation; he quickly moves down her body, toward the wet spot between her legs. He hovers for a moment before diving deep into her soaking pussy. Rebecca lets out a loud moan as Dennis explores his new property.

"How long have you been wet for?" Dennis asks between licks.

"Since I offered the beer," Rebecca admitted. "I didn't know what to do, so I offered the shots".

This admission led Dennis to become hungrier, slurping up the juices flowing from Rebecca. She was moaning Dennis' name over and over and tangling her fingers in his long, grey hair.

While splayed on her back, Rebecca thought back to all of the times she watched and read porn featuring older men and younger women. On occasion, she would be bold enough to go to an "old folks" bar but would chicken out before any man made a move on her.

Rebecca could feel her orgasm building just as Dennis pulled away.

"I'll make my girl cum, just not yet," the old man said with a chuckle.

Rebecca felt desperate for Dennis; to be touched and groped by him. He pulled himself back to Rebecca's face, as she slid down to meet his. She raised her head from the bed to kiss him. She could feel his wet beard touch her face, coving her in her juices.

Dennis lowered himself down to her ear again. "Where do you want me?" he whispered in his girl's ear.

"I want you inside of me" she moaned in return.

Dennis grabbed his cock, glistening with precum, and rubbed it across Rebecca's desperate opening. She was writhing with anticipation as he placed the head against her slit.

"What do you want me to do?" Dennis asked firmly.

"Fuck me," Rebecca moaned.

"Who do you want to fuck you?" taunted Dennis.

"I want you, Dennis, inside of me," Rebecca responded immediately.

"You want an old, homeless man to fuck you? Young, beautiful Rebecca?"

"Yes, yes!" She moaned.

"Say it!" Dennis growled.

Rebecca brought herself up on her elbows, bringing her face close to Dennis'. "I want you, an old, homeless, gray, fat, man to fuck me, a beautiful young lady. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to make me cum. I want you to cum inside of me," she whispered. After a moment, she added. "I told you, I'm all yours".

That was all Dennis needed. He kissed his girl again, laying her down, and propping her up with pillows. He grabbed his cock, and pressed it inside Rebecca's drenched opening.

Dennis was able to glide in, and within a few pumps, he concealed his entire cock within Rebecca's eager opening. The couple moaned each other's names, while kissing hands, faces, and more.

Dennis was pumping furiously. He knew he won't last long, but he also knew he was serious when he said Rebecca would be all his. He groaned as he thought about having access to a young, sexy woman whenever he wanted.

Rebecca was thinking similarly. It had been years since she felt the touch of a man. She knew she couldn't be with a man her age, she had to be with an older man. When she would fantasize she would think of the oldest, fattest man she could. And somehow, as if it were a miracle, her dream was delivered to her doorstep.

"I'm going to cum" Dennis grunted.

"Come inside of me!" Rebecca chirped, hooking her legs around him.

"You know, once I cum in you..." "I'm yours" Rebecca finished. "I know," she said and leaned up to kiss the homeless man in her bed.

With that, Dennis busted, shaking over Rebecca. She was in ecstasy, feeling herself fill up with hot cum. Dennis breathlessly pulled himself out Rebecca, cum streaming out.

As Dennis lay beside her, she whispered "I want you to watch me".

Dennis watches as Rebecca moved her hand down her smooth body to the puddle of cum forming on the bed. She moved her fingers through his cum and up her slit. Rebecca massaged her clit with Dennis' cum, locking eyes with her man, and moaning. Dennis looked down to see her pumping her fingers in and out, pushing his cum back inside of her. He was stunned, but the old man felt himself growing hot again.

It didn't take long for Rebecca to bring herself to an orgasm, pulling her fingers to her mouth to lick clean.

Dennis pulls Rebecca in close to his body, and with a smile, whispers "I told you I was going to make you cum"...