The Blizzard

The Blizzard

Glenn Johnson roused from a deep sleep, as the form next to him shifted under the arm that enfolded her. A mass of hair he knew was golden blonde brushed his chin. She was nuzzled tightly against his bare chest, with her arms wrapped against her bare breasts. Her face pressed into the crook of his shoulder and neck.

In the darkness, he shifted his hand from her slim waist to the curve of her firm butt. As he did so, his fingers graced the lace material of the thong panties she wore and cupped one of her supple gluts. She moaned softly and then giggled in her sleep. Smiling to himself, he wondered if she was having a dream reliving the day they had experienced.

As he lay in the darkness, enjoying the feel of the woman nearly forty-years his junior next to him, he himself thought back over the previous day, which had been interesting to say the least.

– – – – –

‘Well shit! The power must be out’, he thought as he opened his eyes. Rolling onto his back and using the palms of his hands to rub his eyes and scratch the stubble on his face, he saw it was lighter than when his alarm clock normally sounded for this time of year. Looking to the nightstand, he saw that the clock radio was completely inert, with no time showing. He also noticed that it was cooler than it normally was. The heater would’ve normally kicked-in by this time.

Yawning, he then thought out loud as he threw the covers off, “Looks like we lost power, during the night.”

“Thank God, I have the genny,” he muttered, as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed as he got out of bed, and stretched, then padded into the master bathroom. On his way, he pulled back the privacy blind on the window that overlooked his back yard and he muttered, “Damn!”

He saw that there was a considerable amount of snow on the ground and large fluffy flakes were continuing to fall in a torrent. Going into the bathroom, he did his morning business, took a quick shower, shaved, then afterwards dressed for the day in a pair of jeans and a red and black tartan flannel shirt. He grabbed a pair of socks from the dresser and walked downstairs. He would need to go to the garage to flip the switch for the emergency generator to start before he could enjoy his morning coffee. Before he did so, he opened the curtain of the bay window in his family room and at the French doors to his deck, to let additional light in. Beyond the awning he saw that at least six-inches had already piled-up. All he could say at the sight was to repeat the exclamation, “Damn!”

Walking to the front door, he grabbed his shoes and then returned to the kitchen to put on his socks and footwear. By this time his feet were beginning to get cold. ‘The floor is the garage is going to be like a slab of ice’, he thought and then muttered out loud with a grim smile, “No sense in my feet freezing any more than they already have.”

Before heading to the garage, he walked over to the fireplace and flipped the switch on the gas log and with a hardy ‘WOOSH’ flames jumped to life behind the glass of the hearth. “Glad we got gas,” he said and thought back over the years of the several winter storms that he had to endure in this house.

He grabbed a flashlight from the shelf in the pantry and on walking out to the darkened garage, he recalled how he and Carolyn had bought this home when he had retired from the Navy and had hired-on at Boeing as a Process Engineer. The development of 250 homes was just beginning at the time and he and his wife had thought of this dwelling as their dream home. Not having kids, they decided to purchase several upgrades. Instead of opting for completely electric heat, they had decided on gas.

Over the years, he had remodeled several things in the home and after the first couple of winters where they had lost power, he had used some savings and his bonus from that year to invest in an emergency diesel generator. It wasn’t big enough to power the whole house, but it did provide juice for the appliances in the kitchen and an outlet under the awning on the deck. He had an abundance of flashlights and LED candles that could provide lighting, if the outage lasted into the night, but until then daylight could provide the light necessary to move around the house.

Maneuvering around the small sports utility vehicle parked in his garage’s center stall, he went to the circuit breaker panel, opened it, and flipped the necessary switches and finally pushed the activation button on the genny, which was outside. Powered by propane, he heard the growl of it turning over on the other side of the wall, in the small alley way between his house and his neighbors. They were snowbirds and had migrated to Arizona in December, before winter had begun.

He walked a short distance to the right and checked the tank. Smiling at the reassurance it was nearly full and he had three spares. ‘Won’t have to go out today, thankfully’, he thought.

Walking back inside the house, he saw that the clock on the stove was flashing, which told him there was power once again. He went to the counter and turned on his coffee maker and then checked his phone. It was almost fully charged, and he had sufficient bars, even though his Wi-Fi router wasn’t powered. Checking the gas and electric company’s app, told him that several thousand homes in his area were without power and there was no update as to the cause or when service would be restored.

Grunting, he said out loud, “Likely it was a tree branch,” and set the smart phone on the counter, as he went about his morning ritual of preparing his breakfast, drinking a couple of cups of black coffee, and then cleaning everything up. He pondered, just sitting by the fire and make a few drawings of the snow. As he cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen, it dawned on him that he had become a true creature of habit.

Carolyn had been the love of his life. He had met her while in the Navy. She was a pretty, petite brunette, with a bubbly personality. A perfect match to his quiet, thoughtful reserved self. They had met while he was stationed on shore duty in Texas, and they fell in love right from the start. After retiring from the Navy, they hoped to settle down and start a family, but that dream didn’t materialize, so they decided to have fun and love each other. He as a Boeing Engineer and her as a teacher. They loved life and had many adventures, right up to when an aggressive form of early onset Alzheimer’s struck.

Looking out the kitchen window as he finished the dishes, he remembered how much she loved winter and seeing the snow. “You would love this one, honey,” he said out loud and brushed a few tears from his eyes.

Soon after she was diagnosed with the terrible disease, she left her position at the elementary school that she taught at, near their neighborhood. He continued to work for several months, but an accident at home while he was at work convinced him that his once vivacious wife needed more direct care, and he hired a home care nurse for her. As her condition continued to spiral downward, he took a leave of absence and with the assistance of hospice, helped to make her remaining days as comfortable as possible.

He decided to have one more cup of coffee. After the Keurig brewed it, he carried the cup into his living room at the front of the house. He wanted to do a drawing from the front of the house. He grabbed a coaster and set the cup on the coffee table and went to his office next to the family room to grab his sketch book and pencils.

Walking back and looking out the window through the falling snow, he saw the small coupe his other neighbor had sitting in her driveway, under a blanket of snow. He immediately wondered how she was fairing. The cooler temperature in the living room away from the fireplace at the rear of the house reminded him of the current circumstances.

Her name was McKenzie Blake, and she was a twenty-something single who had gotten a deal on one of the older homes in the development, having purchased it the previous summer. He had met her after she had moved in and chatted with her briefly at a couple of the neighborhood gatherings. He knew she worked as a flight attendant for Alaska Airlines. She was gone on a regular basis, and she had asked him to keep an eye on her house, on the occasions she was on flight rotation.

Cute girl he thought. She was petite at probably just a few inches taller than five feet, with short, straw-blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a captivating athletic figure. He knew this from observing her on her deck. His property was a little higher in elevation than hers and from his deck, he had seen her sunbathing or sitting in the hot tub on her deck that was under a gazebo.

She had a very friendly and outgoing demeanor that reminded him of Carolyn. This past Halloween, she had dressed as a sexy vampire and had handed out candy to the kids and jell-o shooters to adults. As he had been out in the yard turning off the fog machine for his decorations, she had seen him and called him from her porch, saying she had several leftovers and offered him one.

As they shared a few of the drinks, she had asked his advice on a couple of things concerning some insulation issues in the crawlspace under her house. He knew that the previous owners had opted for electric heating, and she told him she would like someone to check the insulation on the plumbing in case it was a hard winter.

The previous evening as he had been walking around the house prior to bedtime, he had seen her pull into her driveway. He thought it might be good to walk over and check on her, as a good neighbor.

– – – – –

Just then the young woman shifted under his arm, rotating, and sitting up. She swung her legs over the edge of the king-sized bed and began padding toward the master bedroom’s bathroom. There was enough ambient light from the full moon coming in from the skylight window in the ceiling of the bathroom to make out her captivating form. One hand scratched a shapely butt cheek as she broke wind, farting in a loud and likely, unladylike fashion.

He chuckled to himself at how quickly masks can come off in a relationship and he soon heard the toilet flush. A few minutes later, she blearily walked back into the bedroom, pulling the thong into place, letting the elastic snap against her hips.

When she got back to the bed, she pulled up the covers, and snuggled next to him. “Are you okay,” he asked quietly, as she rotated to face away from him to spoon snugly next to him. Her flesh felt cool, especially her bottom.

“I just had to pee,” she mumbled sleepily and moaned, “You’re nice and warm,” as she reached for his free arm to enfold her waist and place his hand on her lower abdomen, going quickly back to sleep. Soon she was softly snoring.

She could’ve been a daughter or granddaughter to him, and he was amazed at how quickly an intimate relationship had blossomed and as he laid there listening to her soft breathing, he continued to marvel at the events of the previous day.

– – – – –

He had his coat and wide brim hat from the coat rack next to the front door and on opening it, a bone-chilling breeze hit him, and he saw that the snow had accumulated on his front steps and was beginning to do so on the porch as well. “Ah Crap,” he swore, as he went back into the house, to the garage and brought his snow shovel and a broom to clear them of the building drifts.

Cutting across his lawn and down the slight incline to the walkway in front of his house, he trudged through the snow. ‘Looks like about eight-inches now’, he guessed, as his feet crunched through the accumulated snow. Slipping a couple of times in his walking shoes, he regretted not donning his boots. He cut across McKenzie’s lawn and hoping she wouldn’t mind, stepped over the snow-covered greenery next to her front walk and climbed the steps to her porch. After looking around at the falling torrent of white flakes, he rapped on the door a few times.

After several moments, he saw someone approach through the frosted glass of the front door, as he heard the deadbolt unlatch and it cracked open. A small figure in a bright pink stocking cap and scarf was peering at him from behind the door, wide-eyed. Slightly muffled, he heard, “Holy shit, Glenn,” and reaching up with a mittened hand to pull the scarf from her mouth declared, “You scared the living fuck out of me!”

Opening the door, a little wider, he saw that she was dressed in cream colored cardigan sweater, tight black yoga pants, leg warmers and house slippers. Smiling she asked, “How are you doing,” as he saw her shivering.

“Hi McKenzie,” he replied, “I just wanted to check on you.”

Beaming she said, “That’s awfully sweet of you,” and she went onto explain that she was cold.

Glancing around, Glenn chuckled and said, “Sorry the weather isn’t cooperating,” and he then said, “I have a generator going for some power and gas heat…”

Before he finished, his beaming neighbor, blurted, “I accept!”

She spent the next several minutes gathering things and brought a small suitcase to the front door, so Glenn could shuttle it to his house. After she donned a pair of boots, he then offered his arm to assist her with navigating the snowy terrain to his house. When they reached his porch, they stomped the snow off their footwear and on entering, the young woman reveled in the fact that it was warmer. Taking her coat, he invited her into the family room and left the suitcase by the door.

On seeing the fire, she made a dash to it. As she sat akimbo in front of it rubbing her hands, he asked if she would like coffee and she replied saying that she loved hers with sugar and cream. While the water was heating, he ran upstairs to get quilts to wrap her in, which she gratefully accepted. While making the hot drinks, he asked, “Have you had anything to eat?’

McKenzie mentioned having a few crackers and snacks but nothing hot. Glenn smiled and opening the cabinet below the cook top, brought out a couple of large skillets and asked, “How does eggs and some bacon sound?”

When their coffee was ready, he brought the steaming mug to her by the fire where she gratefully sipped the sweet, hot beverage as he made her a hot meal. As he cooked, they chatted.

By this time, McKenzie who was standing near the French doors staring out at the snow as it fell wrapped in a quilt, shared that she had arrived the previous evening from Tampa. “I never thought to look at the forecast,” shaking her head in disbelief.

“Thankfully, we don’t get storms like this each winter,” Glenn observed as he cooked the bacon. He asked for her egg preference as she wandered back into the family room and then the living room. Reentering the kitchen, she complimented him on the layout of his home and set his cup of now cool coffee on the counter.

Chuckling he poured it down the drain and rinsed the cup. As he did so, she asked, “My pipes aren’t going to freeze are they and my hot tub isn’t going to get damaged, is it?”

Tending the eggs, he responded, “I think the hot tub is safe, as the chemicals in the water and the fact that it was hotter should protect it,” and after a moment added, “I think you’ll be okay if the power doesn’t stay off for long or we don’t get a really hard freeze.”

He went onto explain that he would check to see if there were any status updates after he finished with her breakfast.

Smiling sheepishly, McKenzie asked, “Do you have a way I can recharge my phone?”

Smiling broadly, he said he did, and he shared that he had power in the kitchen for the appliances and the receptacles. He pointed to where the downstairs bathroom was and that he had a couple of LED candles in there for lighting. He also shared she was welcome to use it for a shower after she was done eating.

When it was ready, he set her plate on the kitchen table and made fresh coffee to go with it. While she ate, McKenzie asked him about what he did and he shared about his life, about being a widower and his hobbies.

“I saw the sketch book in the living room,” McKenzie shared.

He explained that he had become interested in art as a boy scout on earning the Art merit badge. Since Carolyn’s passing, he had taken the hobby up as way of healing. Chuckling he shared that he had become quite good at caricature drawing and made a small bit of money at local fairs and farmer’s market. The young blonde commented she would love to see his work and asked he wouldn’t mind drawing her. “Hell, it’ll give us something to do,” as she glanced over her shoulder, to indicate the snow still falling with a vengeance outside.

After she finished, he grabbed a couple flashlights from the pantry and set them up in the downstairs bathroom to provide additional lighting. He carried her suitcases into the office, which was adjacent to it, down a short vestibule off the family room. Lastly, he went upstairs and brought down a stack of towels and washcloths to stock the bathroom and with a smile, said it was ready for use.

At the door to the bathroom, McKenzie smiled and thanked him again for his hospitality. “Just doing my good deed for the day,” and mentioned that he was an Eagle Scout, which really impressed her.

After about twenty-minutes, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a large bath towel. She ducked into the office and closed the door to change. Glenn joked from the sofa in the family room, “You left enough hot water for the dishes, right?”

Issuing a playful laugh, she closed the door to put clothes on and it struck him, how McKenzie was so like Carolyn in her personality and mannerisms.

Coming out a few minutes later dressed in a gray cardigan turtleneck sweater and form-fitting blue jeans. She carried a pair of walking shoes, socks, along with a hair dryer and brush. As she sat down at the table, he rose from his seat and walked into the kitchen to begin cleaning the dishes, as she put her socks and shoes on. Afterwards she asked if she could use the outlet on the island to dry her hair.

While he cleaned the dishes and she dried and brushed her short blonde hair, she mentioned that she knew he had retired from Boeing and asked what he did other than sketching. “Oh, I do lots of things,” he smiled, as he dried the dishes and told her about being free to do volunteer work like being a docent at the Museum of Flight a few days a week. As he shared, he realized this was the first real conversation he had enjoyed with someone of the opposite sex, in quite a while.

After putting the hair dryer and brush back into her suitcase, she sat on the sofa next to the fireplace and glancing outside said, “Shit! I don’t believe it’s still dumping!”

Glancing outside, Glenn estimated at least ten inches of snow had fallen and at the rate the flakes were coming down, several more could blanket the ground by evening at this rate. “Well, if needs be,” he said, “There’s a guest room upstairs I can lend you.”

He went onto say that he had food and supplies for a few days, so they needn’t be worried. McKenzie rose and walked to the kitchen to make another cup of coffee and sat down at the table and asked, “How long do you think we’d be snowed-in for,” and explained that she needed to fly out in two-days.

“Well, the city is pretty good at clearing the streets,” and picking up his phone from the tabletop, checked the power company app, found they had an estimate on when power would have the lights back on and shared it.

“Midnight,” said a dejected McKenzie.

Giving a chuckle he sat down next to her after drying his hands and said, “The city is likely out plowing the mains streets and highways now,” and added that once they had been plowed, they would move to the side streets. Reaching out to give her hand a friendly pat, he added, “You should be able to fly out on time.”

The feel of his strong hands against her skin, made her smile. She asked if she could see some of his work and with an embarrassed smile he agreed. He went into the living room to retrieve the sketchbook and they sat on the sectional sofa in the family room. While she admired his works, she asked all the who, what, where, when and why questions one would expect, as she got to know this good Samaritan better. She commented about several of the sketches, but on seeing the level of detail he attained with caricatures and model sketches she asked, “Would you mind drawing me?”

– – – – –

He shifted positions again to once more lay on his back. Soon afterward, the young blonde next to him mumbled in sleep and snuggled next to him, as she laid her head on his shoulder, hugged his chest, and entwined her legs with his. Chuckling, he reached down with his arm to slide his hand down the smoothness of her back to her supple bottom.

In the darkness he recollected how they spent the afternoon chatting, him drawing pictures of her and then playing board games. He learned a lot about her job as a flight attendant and he shared with her about his daily routine. All the while the snow continued to fall.

He made soup and sandwiches for them around noon, and she had offered to help clean everything up. As they worked together, she looked up at him and again thanked him for taking her in.

Smiling down at her, he had replied, “That’s what neighbors do for each other,” and she had reached out with a hand and half hugged his waist. The gesture sending a tingle through him.

As he laid there caressing her butt and kneading the firm cheek, he looked back on how their relationship transformed from neighbors to lovers, as he drifted off into a slumber.

– – – – –

As the daylight started to fade, he got several LED candles to illuminate the family room and he stepped out onto the deck to turn his Traeger grill on. As he was doing so, the snow finally stopped falling. McKenzie made a comment about the cold air that was let in and grabbed a quilt to wrap herself in, but then cheered when he shared the news that it looked like the storm had finally abated.

He announced that he was going to start getting their dinner ready and asked if steaks and roasted vegetables were good, commenting, “I had some filet minions marinating in the frig for myself, but there’s more than enough to share.”

She was amazed at the service she was receiving and once again he commented, “Neighbors take care of neighbors.”

He then turned on the oven and the light above the cook top, so he would have enough illumination to prepare everything. Afterwards he offered, “Would you like some wine?”

Readily accept the drink, he said he would go get a bottle from his small wine room. McKenzie was curious as she hadn’t seen one on their tour and she was amazed that he had converted the coat closet under the stairs to a fully functioning wine room. Using a flashlight, he selected a bottle and handed it out to her. Looking at the label she gasped, “Holy Shit,” and peering at it in the darkness to confirm that it was more than 100 years old.

Exiting the small space he said, “This was the last project Carolyn asked me to do, before she started going downhill.”

The young blonde gingerly handed the bottle back to him and smiling down at her he said, “I’ve got several bottles of this vintage and figured this was a special occasion to enjoy one.”

Bringing the bottle into the kitchen, he set it on the counter and retrieved a corkscrew from a utensil drawer. Lastly, he got a pair of wine glasses down from the cupboard.

Smiling sheepishly as the cork softly popped as he unstopped the bottle, he said, “Hopefully, it’s not vinegar.”

He handed the corkscrew to her to sniff, and she said, it smelled wonderful.

He poured a little of the dark red liquid into one of the glasses and offered one to her. After taking a sip, she both wanted him to fill the glass, which he did with a smile. He poured himself a glass and then raised it to toast and said, “Here’s to good neighbors.”

McKenzie said, “I second that,” and tapped his.

They enjoyed the excellent dry red wine, as their steaks were grilled, and the peppers and squash were roasted after being tossed with olive oil and pine nuts. As they were sitting down to dinner, the light in the vent fan above the cooktop began to flicker. After wiping his lips on a napkin, he excused himself and rose from the table saying, “It looks like I need to go switch tanks on the generator,” and with a smile said, “I’ll be right back,” as he headed for the garage.

It only took a few minutes and soon they were enjoying the meal in an LED candlelit setting. They each had a second and third glass of wine, which drained the bottle. He got another bottle and opened it for them and when he returned to the table, McKenzie again expressed her gratitude for everything he’d done.

In the dim flickering light of the LED candlelit meal, she took a sip of her wine and setting the glass down said, “Glenn, I’d like to do something for you,” looking at him with blue eyes that seemed luminous in the darkness.

Smiling she said huskily, “While you were out in the garage, I decided to be the dessert for tonight’s meal.”

Not fully catching what was said and thinking she was going to make dessert for them, he said cheerfully, “That’s great what do you have in mind,” as he lifted his glass for a drink.

Provocatively licking the rim of her glass, McKenzie then said, “I thought it would be fun to play one more game after we get the kitchen cleaned-up.”

Smiling in return, he replied, “Sure. What game,” he asked as he started to take a drink of his wine.

With a giggle she replied, “Strip poker,” which caused him to choke and sputter, at the realization of what she meant.

After wiping his mouth and coughing, he asked, “Are you sure about this?”

“Hell yeah,” said the young blonde and taking a drink from her glass said, “If the power is still out, it’s going to get fucking cold,” and with a wicked smile said, “What better way of warming up than sharing a little body heat!”

Looking stunned, he replied, “I’m old enough to be you father,” and correcting himself, “Hell, even your grandfather.”

Nodding in agreement, McKenzie said, “That’s true,” and reaching across the table to clasp his hand, she expressed how grateful she had both been for him, coming to her rescue and this was the least she could do in return.

The young blonde flashed a seductive smile and said, “I was thinking we could play down here and enjoy a romantic evening in front of the fire, then go up and crawl in your bed, to sleep.”

After a moment of silence, she asked, “So, what do you think, Glenn,” placing her elbows on the table as she leaned forward, “Loser pleasures the winner?”

Lifting his glass and swallowing the contents in gulp, he appeared to ponder what the young woman had said and then wiping his mouth with his napkin said flatly, “That assuming you win,” and following with, “Okay I’m game.”

Raising her hands in victory and giving a shout, McKenzie exclaimed, “Yes,” and then seeming to get serious again said, lifting her glass, “I think we’ll need to open another bottle though.”

Chuckling as he rose from the table, McKenzie quipped, “Glenn, you know what they say about assuming. Right?”

Smiling broadly and joining in on the risqué fun, he responded deadpan, “Yes, I do, and I plan on admiring yours,” as he went to retrieve the fresh bottle.

This caused both to laugh uproariously as they finished the meal. They then worked together to clean the dishes and the kitchen, as they chatted and joked. At one point they heard noise coming from the front of the house and went to investigate. When they got to the living room and looked out through the bay window to the front yard, they saw that a snowplow was carefully making its way down the street.

“Well, that’s a good sign,” he commented. He then told McKenzie that if a plow was working, that meant the county was also clearing the main roads in the area as well.

The young woman then inquired, “Hopefully, they’ll get the light on,” and then smiling up at him, added with a seductive wink, “But not too soon.”

After enjoying another laugh, he said he was going upstairs to find a deck of cards. On returning to the family room, he saw the young woman had gathered the LED candles and placed them around the room to supplement to lighting coming from the gas log in the fireplace. It was a very intimate setting, and he was amazed at how beautiful she looked in the flickering light, wrapped in a quilt.

He felt himself getting excited at what the evening had in store. He felt something he hadn’t experienced in years — desire.

He popped open the fresh bottle of the wine and carried everything into the family room to join her. Setting the bottle and his glass on the coffee table next to hers, he took a seat across from her and felt a thrilling giddiness. Smiling, McKenzie stated, “To save time, let’s remove our shoes and socks,” as she began taking hers off and continued with, “That way we can start getting right to the fun part,” as she arched a provocative eyebrow.

He liked the idea and followed suit. Once the cards were shuffled and the deck cut, he refreshed their wine and dealt the first hand of five cards. When he thumbed his apart, he saw he held a pair of fours and glancing up saw McKenzie was intensely studying her hand. As he removed three of the cards, he asked, “What would you like?”

McKenzie flashed an Ace and asked for four cards, dropping her discards onto the quilt in front of her. He dealt their replacements and picking up his saw that nothing had changed. ‘Crap’, he thought to himself.

As he studied his hand, he glanced to the young woman across from him and saw confidence in her demeanor

“What do you have,” he asked, masking his doubt that he would win the hand.

Smiling triumphantly, McKenzie displayed her hand and said evenly, “I have three of a kind,” showing three eights.

“Well shit,” he muttered as McKenzie clapped and exclaimed, “Woohoo! Let’s have the shirt, big boy.”

He, then unbuttoned his checked flannel shirt, removing it and tossed it onto the sofa, to display muscular arms and a broad, salt and pepper haired chest under a tank style tee shirt. McKenzie clapped her approval, and giggled, “Let’s see your guns!”

He kept himself fit by going to a local gym three times a week and working in the yard. Feeling embarrassed, he curled one of his arms, which displayed the tight bundles of muscle just beneath his skin to her cooing approval. He smiled and thought to himself he needed to lighten-up and enjoy the moment.

Taking a drink of wine, he collected the cards and offered the deck to her and said to keep things fair they could rotate being dealer. She readily agreed and taking the cards, began deftly shuffling them. She then dealt their cards and when he looked at them, he saw he had three of a kind. Suppressing the urge to smile, he selected his two discards, while McKenzie took three and was visibly disappointed in her replacements.

Trying to sound confident the young blonde said, “Let’s see your hand.”

A dejected McKenzie displaced a pair of twos.

“Not bad,” said Glenn as he displayed a full house. The thee fives he had in his original hand had been joined by a pair of nines.

“Son a bitch,” exclaimed McKenzie as she crossed her arms in a huff under her breasts, and after a moment grumbled, “Alright, what do you want?”

Scratching his chin and considering his options, Glenn finally said, “You know what we discussed earlier about asses? I’ll take you pants.”

A cursing McKenzie got to her knees, and after unsnapping the clasp, wiggled her hips as she pushed down the denims that put on display a tiny, lace pink thong. She then sat down and pulled each leg from the clothing. He saw through the filmy lace that her crotch was clean-shaven and the desire he had experienced again rose within him, as he witnessed her disrobing.

Getting McKenzie into the spirit of the fun, he said, “You asked to see my guns, the least you can do is show me your tush,” which caused McKenzie to guffaw and snort a laugh. “You’re right,” she agreed.

With a smile, she got back on her knees and faced away from him. Looking back over her shoulder, the young blonde inquired, “Like what you see,” as she reached back with her free hand to pat a glut. She wiggled her hips a little, causing her bottom to sway in a very seductive fashion.

He thought she looked incredible and commented as such. Her legs were spread wide enough that he could see the delicate mound of her vulva at the apex of her legs. Taking a drink from his glass, he replied, “A very nice view,” to which she chuckled as she sat crossed-legged and wrapped herself in the quilt.

Over the next three hands, he was brought to his under shorts, while McKenzie lost her sweater. She made him do Chippendale-style strips and asked for him to strike a bodybuilder pose, while he asked her to model her underwear. Afterwards, she sat akimbo facing him.

He again marveled at her as he took a drink from his glass. McKenzie’s breasts appeared firm, yet perky and tipped with small brownish-pink nipples The gauzy lace of her bra made them look even more desiring to him and he felt himself starting to become erect admiring her.

It was McKenzie’s turn to play dealer and she shuffled and dealt the hands. As she dealt the cards, she chuckled and glancing at him, observed, “Is it getting a little hard to concentrate, Glenn,” referring to the bulge that had appeared in his undershorts.

He gave a nervous laugh and saw he had received a trio of eights. Taking another sip of his wine and licking his lips, he peeled off the non-matching two and dropped them to the carpet.

The young blonde dropped three. As she dealt out the cards, he picked up his, fanned them, and chuckled, smiled broadly, and took another drink of his wine.

A doubtful McKenzie glanced up at him and breathed, “Oh shit.”

Biting her lower lip, she warily declared, “Okay, let’s see what’cha got,” as she spread out her hand, and stated, “I have two pairs. Twos and fours.”

Smiling broadly, as he showed his hand, Glenn said, “It looks like the view is going to get better,” revealing that his trio of eights had been joined by a pair of aces.

“Full house. Eights over aces,” he declared.

“Son of a fucking, bitch,” McKenzie shouted as she slapped the carpet, and spit, “This isn’t fair,”

In a huff, she straightened and pushed down the lacy straps of the bra from her shoulders. She then reached behind herself and unhooked the clasp, muttering another curse. After freeing her lovely breasts from their lacy restraints, she tossed the garment onto the sofa next to their other clothes and stated rhetorically, “I guess I need to give you a little show.”

She looked down at herself as she pinched her nipples to bring them to attention. Afterwards, she glanced up at him and the young blonde tweaked and tugged at her nipples, inquiring breathlessly, “How do I look?”

Licking his lips, he was about to make a comment, when there was a clicking sound and the overhead light in the kitchen came on, as the quiet sound of the central heater blowing air could be heard.

Immediately McKenzie got a jubilant look on her face and began shouting excitedly that the power was on and threw herself at him. The impact threw him backwards onto the carpeted floor and she began hugging and kissing his face and cheeks, finishing with a long kiss on the lips.

The embrace lasted for several minutes and then parted with a wet-sounding smack. Nose to nose, he gave a sigh and said huskily, “That’s a very good kiss,” as she straddled his waist, rubbing his scalp and lowered herself to meet his lips a second time.

After the embrace parted, she sat up and he pushed up onto his elbows, looking at her, “Are we going to call the strip poker game a draw?”

“Well,” said McKenzie, “I’m game for a new game,” as she provocatively smiled.

“What game is that,” he asked in return, feeling his throat go dry.

Running a delicate hand across his chest and then caressing his firm abdomen, she suggested, “Why don’t you go around and turn all the lights off,” and then flashing a wicked grin, finished with, “Then we can play fuck the flight attendant, in front of the fire.”

As he pushed up into a sitting position, McKenzie got off him and began removing her thong. He stood and turned to comply with her wish, and she called his name. When he turned, the lacy panty hit him in the face, as the young blonde laughed uproariously.

Pulling the undergarment from his face, he feigned anger and waging a finger at her, tried to not laugh, and scolded, “You be careful young lady, or I’ll have to spank that cute little ass of yours!”

Giggling with wicked glee the young blonde shot back, “Ooh! That sounds kinky,” then exploded with laughter.

Obviously, the wine was beginning to lower their inhibitions.

Turning out the lights he came back to the family room, where McKenzie was already under one of the quilts and was sitting in front of the sofa. He removed his shorts and she commented on the size of his erection. Grabbing one of the sofa’s cushions, he asked her to scoot forward, so he could place it against the couch.

Once this was done, he sat against it, issuing a pleasant sigh. Spreading his legs, he asked, “Do you think we can snuggle together?”

With another giggle, McKenzie slide back against him and then made sure they were both well covered. While she was doing this, he slipped his arms under hers to hug her waist. Pressing back against him, she took his hands in hers, parted them and placed one on a breast and slid the other between her legs. With a purr of pure satisfaction, she cooed, “There, that feels really nice.”

He kneaded her breasts with one hand and used the index finger of the other to find her clit and massage it. She leaned her head back and lay it against his shoulder and for several minutes, they enjoyed the dark quietness and watched the flames dance in the fireplace. Releasing his hands, she placed hers on his thighs and began brushing them with her fingertips.

“Did you and Carolyn ever do this,” McKenzie asked and then lightly kissed his cheek.

Turning his head to look into those amazing blue eyes, he smiled and replied, “We did all of our lovemaking in bed.”

Pouting the young blonde said, “That’s too bad, ’cause this is really nice,” smiling in the flickering light.

Her breath was warm against his face as she passionately whispered, “Kiss me,” opening her mouth to receive him.

Smiling in compliance, his lips met hers and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. The embrace lingered for several minutes, as he shifted his hands from their work of massaging her to hugging her lean torso. She then shifted her position to have better access to him as they again embraced.

For the next half-hour they kissed, caressed, and fondled each other. He enjoyed the way she touched him and the supple feel of her warm skin next to his. After a long passionate kiss, McKenzie laid against his chest and ran a finger playfully through the hair that covered it and observed, “I now see the value of making love to an older man.”

Chuckling and lightly resting his chin on the top of her head as he hugged her, responded, “What’s that?”

Smiling and scrubbing his broad chest, she giggled and said, “Most young guys just want a little foreplay and then get right to the fucking.” Reaching down to take his penis in her hand, she cooed, “Older men know how to treat their lover. You’re making me feel very special.”

He hugged her close in return and kissed her crown of blonde hair.

After a few quiet minutes of holding each other, McKenzie admitted, “You know, I’ve been looking for way to get you to fuck me since Halloween.”

“What,” he blurted, completely surprised.

Pushing away from him to look into his eyes she said quietly with a sexy smile, “I was very impressed by your quiet, strong demeanor,” and placing a soft hand on his chest and massaging a pectoral added, “On top of that the way you’ve treated me today, shows what a gentleman you are and that needs to be rewarded.”

Smiling and hugging her close in return, he remarked, “That very sweet of you to say,” and leaned down to kiss her again. She willingly accepted the show of affection and the embrace lingered for several long, tantalizing minutes.