The snow flurried down persistently landing softly upon Hannah’s hair, face and hands sending icy stings through her body. Trudging through ankle deep snow wearing heels in a sleepy village in the middle of nowhere while fighting back salty tears was not what she had planned for Christmas Eve. Another fight with her boyfriend Jamie had ended with her fleeing his house out into the cold crisp night. The surroundings so contradicted her current mood. The narrow streets were quiet and calm. Fairy lights glistened in every quaint English window she passed and the village Christmas tree twinkled merrily on and off in the dark. Christmas was all around, but not in Hannah’s heart.
She walked on, knowing every step took her further away from Jamie. Looking up through the swirling snow she saw the misty rear lights of the last bus fading into the distance. Her heart raced in panic and then sank deep into her stomach as she contemplated her situation.
“Shit!”
She stopped, then stood all alone in the freezing cold. A metaphor for her life.
“OK, what now genius?” She thought.
Last bus gone, no signal on phone to call a friend or taxi and definitely not going back to Jamie’s. The only options seemed to be to borrow someone's phone or find a B&B for the night. But would there be any room at the inn on Christmas Eve? The only place she knew of was a small pub about half a kilometre out of the village they had eaten lunch in one lazy summer's day. She put her head down and started walking.
The houses thinned out, replaced by hedges, fields and the odd cottage. As she walked her mind ploughed through the many arguments her and Jamie had had over the months, trying to work out in her head if she was to blame for any of them. Before she realised it she was almost at the pub. Squinting her watery eyes she couldn’t see any welcoming lights. As the large building loomed into view she noticed the boarded up windows and empty car park. Great! The night was just getting better and better. The cold wind was now biting at her and she could feel her forehead throb as the breeze melted the snow upon it. A little further down the road there was a single storey thatched roof cottage with a faint flickering glow of orange light emanating from one of the windows. Life at last! She headed straight for it growing both weary and frustrated with the niggling cold. When just a few metres from the window Hannah slowed her pace, not wanting to startle who was inside by suddenly appearing out of the dark night. Once at the window she suddenly stopped and rocked back on her heels. Inside the room was a flickering open fire in front of which there was a man in his 30's she guessed, washing himself in an old tin bath.
“Who the fuck has a bath in a tin tub in front of the fire these days?” Hannah thought to herself.
“Language Hannah!” She heard her dad’s voice saying beratingly to her in her head.
She hid out of sight at the windows edge, carefully peering around the frame at the figure inside. Her fingers and toes tingled as she felt the blood returning to her body’s extremities. Hannah's eyes became transfixed on this mystery man and her excitement grew. She sensed her nipples harden and a flush of embarrassment overcame her at the realisation at what she was doing. The shape of this man’s body triggered something primal inside her. Something she hadn’t felt before. The soft sponge releasing trickles of water that wound a path around the man's broad shoulders and then down his spine until out of sight below the bath tub rim. The angle of the man's neck and arm as he reached around to lather his back. She'd never seen a man bathe before. She pulled herself away from the window, which was much harder than she imagined.
“Get a grip Hannah!” She muttered to herself.
And with that she headed to the front door. Just say hello, explain the situation, phone dad and wait for a lift. It was easy. So why did she feel like a ten year old about to stand in front of an audience full of parents in the school Nativity?
She knocked on the thick wooden door but felt no sensation in her numb, cold knuckles as she did so. Her heart pounded in her chest as she strained her ears for any sound of approaching footsteps amongst the soft landing snow and icy breeze. A bolt slid from somewhere behind the door which glided open and illuminated Hannah’s pale face. The man stood at the open door with droplets of water adorning his torso and just a large white towel around his waist. His intense brown eyes stared directly at Hannah giving away no emotion. She scanned his features. Short thick slightly curly hair, light stubble and a strong jaw-line.
“Hi, I’m really sorry to bother you but I missed my last bus and can’t get a signal on my phone. Would you mind if I used yours please?” She blurted out.
“Sure, come on in,” the man said with a slight Irish accent and little hesitation.
She stepped into the warm hallway and into the front room where the man had been bathing.
“Oh, I’m sorry if I disturbed you,” she said innocently.
“No bother,” said the man tersely.
“I’m Hannah by the way.”
“Sean, pleased to meet you,” he said maintaining intense eye contact.
Something about him sent a shiver down Hannah’s spine, but not in a bad way.
“I’ll just phone my dad then, I won’t be a minute,” she said as she picked up the phone.
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
“What?” Said Hannah taken aback.
“I’ve not seen a woman as attractive as you in a long time. I think you should stay the night,” he said matter of factly. “But only if you want to of course,” he added, his eyes softening as he did.
“Boy he was certainly straight forward and upfront!” Hannah thought to herself.
“Err I don’t even know you,” she blurted out.
She’d never been hit on like this before. It was usually cheesy chat up lines or fumbled proposals to meet for a coffee. She wanted to feel offended or scared or angry, but she didn’t. He was strong, purposeful and blunt but she could sense he’d never hurt her. She couldn’t deny to herself that this whole situation was a turn-on. Sean approached her and took one of her hands in both of his. He caressed it softly. Gently massaged it and then held it near to his mouth and blew on it to warm it. She didn’t resist. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to let it happen. Like it was meant to be. He led her to a thick fur skin rug lying in front of the fire.
“Take your shoes off,” he whispered. “Then I’ll do the rest.”
Her eyes widened upon hearing his words and she could feel every hair on her body prickle with excitement. She gently kicked off her shoes and slid off her ankle socks. The fire brought a warming, comforting relief to her cold, wet toes. Sean then peeled off her coat and flung it to the floor behind her. As she stood in this quiet, homely room that was so strange to her, Sean got down on his knees, lifted her blouse and began softly kissing all around her belly button. His warm, cushioning lips and the slight pricking from his stubble was a novel sensation to her, but one she definitely liked. She ran her fingers through his curly hair that was still slightly damp from him bathing. It felt soothing, the curls wrapping themselves around her fingers, almost encouraging her to stroke them more. As he continued to kiss her he seamlessly took her trousers by the hem and slid them down leaving her standing in front of this man she’d known for just five minutes in just her blouse top, bra and silky pale blue knickers. Before she had time to think or react his fingers were skilfully working the way up her white blouse, releasing each button one by one. When the top one was released he slid it off her. She let out a little gasp as the fabric glided over her shoulders and plopped to the floor. The fire flickered and cracked sending pulses of warmth onto Hannah’s almost naked torso. Sean paused a moment, his eyes never moving from her. She felt them upon her body, admiring her, taking all of her in. She felt a little vulnerable but at the same time like a queen being revered by one of her subjects. It was intoxicating.
Sean stood and placed his manly hands upon Hannah’s pale shoulders and gazed adoringly into her eyes. His hands then glided out of Hannah’s site behind her back, reaching for her bra clasp. She averted her eyes from him, feeling more vulnerable now than ever. The tension of her bra suddenly eased as Sean unclipped it. Her breasts weren’t huge and so with not much to hold it up, it immediately fell to the floor revealing her fresh, perky boobs. Sean gently touched her chin bringing her face up so her eyes met his.
“They’re perfect,” he said lovingly.
Those two words made Hannah feel at complete ease. She knew she could let go with this man and experience pleasure she’d never really felt with Jamie. Sean began feasting upon her breasts. Hannah's head lolled backwards and she felt like she was in some kind of erotic trance. A mist of pleasure was wrapped around her simultaneously pleasuring every bit of her body but intensifying around her nipples every time Sean sucked on them. He was a man possessed and couldn’t get enough of her as he firmly took each perfect globe in his hands and sucked on her teats like a hungry puppy. Hannah buckled and fell to her knees with pleasure. Sean let her fall back onto the rug and in one bold movement pulled off her knickers revealing Hannah's neatly trimmed pussy. Her legs instinctively fell open as Sean dived between them head first. The opening delicate lick upon Hannah's pussy lips made her physically jump and let out a whimper. It felt like a laser beam of pure passion had been concentrated directly between her legs. Each lick brought more and more pleasure and Hannah ground her pussy back and forth in time with Sean's tongue strokes which were growing in intensity. As she peered down at Sean's head between her legs she marvelled at his muscular body. His arms in a press-up like position combined with the shadows cast from the fire accentuated his muscles. This was heaven for both her eyes and her body. Sean's tongue probed deeper and then closer to her clit with every lick. And with every lick Hannah experienced what felt like the most pleasurable electric shock she could imagine. Wave after wave of pleasure, as if crashing upon a beach until finally the hugest one arrived and she could take no more. As Sean's final probing lick brushed upon Hannah's moist pussy she involuntarily thrust her dripping wet cunt up away from his mouth and fell flat to the floor where she curled her body up, wrapped her arms around herself and convulsed in throbbing waves of orgasm. Her slit pulsed as small streams of her juices seeped onto the rug. Sean scooched up behind her on the rug and held her firmly in his powerful arms while resting his face in the nape of her neck. Hannah's orgasms slowly faded and she could finally catch her breath. She felt like she was floating and only being held to this earth by Sean's embrace. She felt warm and tingly. Her sexual needs sated to the full.
“I guess you won't be phoning your dad now then?” Sean said after a while.
“No. No I don't think I will,” said Hannah smiling.
“Good. Because I've got a lot more planned before Christmas morning,” promised Sean.
Hannah's heart skipped a beat and her stomach muscles tensed. This surely was going to be her best Christmas ever.