She had her first taste of desire with her husband. It came as a shock after all those years of nothing. He was a skilled, patient lover, literally taking her breath away. He was a man of means and lavished costly gifts on her.  Unfortunately, his fixation didn't last. He soon grew tired of her, the routine of their life together. She was only 50, but she felt tattered and worn, dismissed by him.

She was bitter, unable to grapple with the consequences of his boredom. She had no financial worries, but nothing could take away the dull ache in her chest.  She had no idea what to do with herself, she did volunteer work with the elderly for a while, but it proved to be draining and disturbing. People passed on and the pain was too much to bear.

Her friends were concerned when she announced she was going to Alaska of all places, the other side of the world! But she was firm in her decision. She loved the cold, the mountains, the idea of being tucked away somewhere she couldn't be reached. Hidden away in small town where she could write her poetry, read, play in the snow. It was sheer happenstance that she wound up in Mystery. She packed her computer, her CD's, cashmere sweaters and Native American jewelry. She had been spoiled somewhat, but still clung to her hippie ways, much to the annoyance of her wealthy friends. She took great pride in her wrist tattoo, a string of barbed wire around her right wrist. She may have been approaching middle age, but she was still stunning and delighted in shocking people with her salty language.

Her life with her husband had opened many doors for her, most remarkably her sexual awakening, which she now denied. Her anger kept her from feeling anything but loathing for men.

Mystery had a large population of Native Americans, which she excited her, but other than that, she knew nothing of the town. It was quite a risky venture for a young woman, but Josie wanted a change. Her whole being was crying out for something. 

When her husband had first told her he was leaving, she had been dumbfounded, she had no idea. She had carried her sadness close to her heart, as a reminder of her naiveté. It was soon replaced by rage and a dull ache. In time, her hatred of men subsided and thoughts of sex soon reared its head, but she was resigned to using her toys and imagination. It brought some relief. She had a voracious appetite for sex and was dreading its return to her consciousness.

Flying over the mountains, she settled down in her seat, finally taking deep breaths. Something terrifying but exhilarating about this new adventure. She felt sleep overtake her as she had visions of snow, pine trees and massive skies. A refuge where she could get lost, or so she hoped. She had arranged for a comfortable cabin, complete with Jacuzzi, a large stone fireplace, and 2 acres of unadulterated land.  A respite in the midst of all this uncertainty, a place that would envelop her, deaden her vacillating emotions.

As soon as the plane landed, she knew she had made the right decision. The air was clean, heady as she inhaled deeply of the mountainous air. The air was thin up there, rendering her light headed.

When she stepped into her cabin, she wept with fear and anticipation. For the first time in fifteen years, she was on her own once more.  Taking a deep breath, she decided to brave the elements and she went to a local pub for some supper.

Josie sat by the fireplace, gazing into the red fire as her thoughts drifted indiscriminately. Someone was watching her, she could sense it. She turned to look in his direction, but he shyly turned away. A hulk of a man, actually, resembling a grizzly bear.  One thought ran through her mind as she studied his features, "Bingo. Alpha Male." The thought amused her as she studied his features. Long hair, trimmed beard, luminous blue eyes and from what she could see, a nice body, although he managed to conceal the best parts, she thought. He was wearing a blue and white flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up, jeans and snow boots. It also appeared that there was a gun attached to his belt, along with handcuffs, which amused her even more.

"A cop," she thought, "Figures."

He was aware of her steady gaze; he shot a glance at her as he speared his steak. She soon tired of watching him, choosing instead to watch the red and gold flames in front of her. She drank her coffee slowly, noticing that he would occasionally look her way.

"I don't have the patience for games now," she thought. "Even for an alpha male"

He was just as curious as she was. She was a petite, curvy brunette with full lips, high cheekbones and dark hair.  "Nice little package", he thought. His body responded in kind. He shifted in his seat as his cock told him in no uncertain terms that this woman was attractive. Large breasts too...

She decided to head back, remembering all the unpacking that needed to be done. As she passed him, she eyed him discreetly as he did her.

She giggled in the car thinking about him. She could feel herself getting moist, but she wasn't quite sure if she was annoyed or delighted by her feelings.

Wiping the snow from her boots, it was October in Alaska; after all, she took in the room and decided she'd be comfortable here. She had shipped some of her belongings earlier, a leather couch, Native American artifacts, including several blankets that were strewn across the couch and chairs. She especially loved the huge stone fireplace. Her husband hated anything that smacked of country, but she was decidedly rustic, comfortable in this environment and the house suited her. There was much to do, but not tonight. Her body ached for release, comfort. She sought solace in the Jacuzzi, lighting candles, drinking wine.

She truly was a loner, preferring her own company to making small talk with small-minded people. Josie reveled in her solitude, closing her eyes, relishing the moment.

After the bath, her body was exuding steam as she rubbed herself down with her plush   towel. Deciding to take her pleasure one step further; she went scrounging for her vibrator. She stretched out on the bed languidly, listening for the hum of her device to offer some relief. Circling around her clitoris, she arched her back and just before she climaxed the image of the burly man in the restaurant flashed before her eyes. Those large hands, massive shoulders, made her tremble, all the sweeter as she grasped the vibrator with both hands. It was her first orgasm in months.

She drifted off to a dreamless sleep, lulled by the sound of the wind, the silence. She found it comforting after so much clamoring, intrusive clatter in the city. The silence was soothing as she collapsed into her slumber. 

The following days were spent in placing her beloved books, CD's, potpourri in woven baskets in place along side her Tiffany lamps.  Her prized Italian painted headboard was assembled after much cursing and flailing. The bedroom displayed her handiwork with stencils, needlepoint, and endeavors long since abandoned.  The armoire was filled with trinkets, fluffy sweaters, and silver jewelry. She thought she might take up baking bread, or maybe just lolling around. She did have the luxury of doing as she pleased and was appreciative of that. There was much reading to savor, challenges to meet. The burly man in the bar crept in her disarrayed thoughts, creating a beleaguered smile.

She shook her head as if to rid herself of him. She thought she might even look for a kitten. Her husband had disliked animals, but now she was free to do anything she pleased. She remembered seeing a pet shop in town, close to the restaurant she dined in the night before. Thoughts of snuggling with a furry creature spurred her on.

In the window of the shop lay a tiny gray tabby, sleeping on shredded newspaper.  Josie knew instantly she had to have her. The cost was minimal and the tiny animal mewed at her as she clutched her to her chest. Just as she was finishing her shopping, the cat ensconced in a carrier, someone approached her from behind.

"You bought the cat?"

She turned to see the hunky man from the bar. She stepped back in her surprise to see him. He smiled at her and she relaxed.

"Yes, I am. My name is Josie, and you are........?" She extended her hand after much shifting of her purchases and he gripped it tightly, holding on a little too long.

Embarrassed, she cast her eyes downward and moved the packages again.

"I'm Sheriff, John Biebe. Are you new here?"

She was having a hard time not staring at his huge hands and shoulders. He towered above her, smiling down at her petite frame. Clearly, they were both uncomfortable.

She smiled broadly. "Sheriff, huh? Just like the old west?" 

They both smirked. "Sure, and the posse just left. We're gonna meet them out at the pass."

They smiled at each other; he stuffed his hands in his pockets and shifted in place. 

He squinted at the winter sun. "Do you need help with your kitty? I could drive you home, if you like. I'm on lunch anyway."

She thought for a moment.

"Sure, why not. I'm not too far from here."

They piled her belongings, including the restless cat into his truck and sped off. He glanced over at her, scanning her flawless face. Porcelain skin, full lips, just begging to be kissed, he thought. Since Donna left over 2 years ago, he had had a few flings, but nothing more than just gratification. His body needed some release and he was tired of doing it himself. The thought of her lips around his cock made him turn in his seat. He knew the house she had bought. It was surrounded by two acres of untouched land, pine trees and the mountains as a backdrop. Quite an impressive sight.

He gawked at her furnishings, the homey feel to the place, lace curtains, silver knickknacks, candles scattered throughout. He felt comfortable there instantly. They released the kitten, watching as he stumbled, hesitantly laying claim to his new home.

"Would you like some coffee or beer? Or something to eat, perhaps?"

He stood, staring off into space. "Uh, no thanks..., I'm fine. Well, I guess I'll get going. Nice to meet you. You were the woman in the restaurant last night." It was more of a statement than anything else. He turned to look at her. "Um, do you think I could see you again, maybe" he asked tentatively. Her radar went up, she grinned, moving closer. What the hell, she thought.

"Sure, sheriff, if you like." 

Feisty little thing, he mused. John studied her well-made boots, silver jewelry and then the tattoo. He smiled inwardly. She was brazenly flirting with him and it made him uneasy.

"I'm a pretty good cook, I could make dinner for you, how about that?"

He hesitated but his cock spoke volumes. He accepted eagerly, a little too eagerly. 

To her, he was a challenge, someone to stave off the loneliness she grudgingly felt. 

As he left, he felt energized, more than he had in a long time. They stood stiffly, unsure, saying good-byes on the porch. She shielded her eyes from the winter sun as he hopped into his land rover, pulling out of her driveway. She curled up in her club chair; she and her new found friend, Ruby. She sat in the dark, watching the sun go down, and darkness envelop the room. The moon shone brightly on the snow as she sat there, indefinitely, just staring out at the snow covered landscape. The night became quiet, just the wind in the trees, the purring of the cat, and her restless heart. She felt oddly elated, caressing the soft ball of fur stretching languidly on her lap. He would come for dinner tomorrow and providing she could find all she needed, she would prepare paella, seafood with rice, wine to relax him, music to soothe him. She would sleep well tonight.

She awoke to a purring kitten, a need for some strong coffee and sexual hunger she couldn't deny. She silently cursed her body's needs and her desire for this new man intruding in her life. Hunger was the right word for it. She was already having sexual fantasies about this man, "not a good thing," she thought. And she turned to stenciling to soothe herself. In the kitchen, several flowerpots in blue and white, while Ruby danced around her feet. Josie giggled at her kitten as she chased imaginary insects while she tried desperately not to spill her acrylic paint. That project undertaken, she left for the wilds of Alaska in the hopes of finding saffron. "God only knows if anyone will know what that is," she thought. Much to her surprise, she found everything she needed and took a hot bath, paying special attention to her pubic hair, dousing it with shampoo, just to make it a little softer.

She turned her attention to the shrimp, clams, rice and saffron, hoping it would be as enticing as she wanted. Candles were lit, placed in silver candelabras; linen napkins folded, as she surveyed her oak table.  Her best cashmere sweater, makeup, all was attended to as she planned her seduction.

Unbeknownst to her, he was also devising a scheme. It had been long enough he felt, and he could use a diversion. She seemed spirited, comfortable in her own skin. In spite of an undetermined age difference, he was attracted to her. She was small, curvy, a little hippy, but he found that womanly, sexy. He was literally salivating as he thought of her round ass and luscious breasts.

She stirred the saffron mixture into the seafood, taking care not to tear the lobster. 

Just as she set her spoon down, the doorbell blurted out a screeching ring. She'd have to fix that.

He stood at the door, holding some limp wildflowers, which left a scattered trail, as he entered her hallway. He resembled a grizzly bear waiting to hibernate, tentative, shy, and hulking. She gratefully accepted them, planning to put them somewhere where the plant chomping cat couldn't get to them. The dining table seemed the safest place. Social amenities were exchanged along with furtive glances. They sat far apart, he on the couch, she on plush club chair, Ruby nestled in her lap. He requested a beer, without a glass, taking small, but frequent sips. They eyed each other nervously over their drinks; the silence hung over them, waiting. He stared at her, making her cringe. She stood up, walking to the kitchen as he yelled out, "So, what are you cooking up for us?" He started to follow her as she tended to her pots and pans.

John was extremely nervous, as was Josie. But she did feel she had the upper hand, thinking she was bolder in nature than he was. . She had heard he was recently divorced, at least in the last couple of years. He seemed genuinely interested in watching her prepare the food and helped her carry it to the table. He had to admit he had never eaten paella, but seemed enthused. They sat across from one another, fidgeting with their utensils and murmuring about the food.

"Ummmmm," he intoned, and drank more beer. 

"I notice you seem to have a lot of Native American artifacts. Are you interested in their culture? 

"Yes, very much so. I've read a lot about them." He looked surprised.

Josie served salad and then wished she hadn't, recalling the inelegance of chewing on greens. Then she peered out the kitchen window, noticing it was snowing quite hard..

"Oh it snows here all the time, we may get more than a foot tonight, I hear."

"Sounds ominous." Her brow furrowed in concern. He tended to the blazing fire as she placed the paella on the table. 

He realized as he gazed at her face, that he really wanted to make love to her and maybe more. She was unpretentious, guileless, and open. He liked that about her and could feel his body adjusting to the sensations. She was equally as fascinated, thinking he had a lovely mouth for a man, a cupid bow mouth, unusual for a man.  She wanted to kiss him, feel his arms around her. They talked about music as they ate and she went to the CD player to select a CD.

She thought Billie Holliday might be a good choice. It led an air of sensuality to the room as they sipped coffee, the two of them seated on the sofa. They danced with their eyes, avoiding actual contact. She fingered her leather couch as he fidgeted with the buttons on his flannel shirt. She was relaxed, easing her way into the sexual feelings that would soon overtake her.

She was waiting for him to make a move. Finally, he reached over, his hand grazing her cheek. He realized things were happening fast, but she was flirting with him, making him feel helpless. He ached for her now and thinking about the future seemed futile. He reached over, tilting her chin upward with his thumb, staring directly into her eyes.

"You are really stunning, you know that?"

Her eyes widened as she lowered her head. She could feel her cheeks becoming flushed. John ran his fingers through her hair, and she leaned into his torso, eyes closed. Josie melted into his palm, then inserted his thumb in her mouth and began sucking. It was his turn to close his eyes, with a low groan, he pressed closer. As she slowly circled his thumb with her tongue, he could feel his cock enlarge to full length, pushing its way towards release. She replaced his thumb with his eager, waiting mouth as their tongues and lips frantically grappled with each other. She didn't want to retreat or go at a leisurely pace. She wanted hot sex, now.

She lurched forward, clutching his flannel shirt, ripping at the buttons. John leaned back, grinning at her as she continued her frenzied movements. He was obviously reveling in the attention and remained still for the moment. Josie was now tearing at his jeans and shorts, eager to get at the prize. He helped her but also reached out for her breasts. His cock was finally free and she gasped at its length, its width. She couldn't wait to get her mouth around it. Just as she was to open her mouth, John let out an anguished cry. Looking up, she saw a pained expression on his face and the kitten scampering away.

"What happened?" She was trying so hard not to laugh.

He looked at her through half lidded eyes, squinting, trying to reach his back.

"Oh my God, did she attack your back?"

He nodded and tried to stand. Sure enough, there were some scratch marks on his upper back and he winced as she investigated them. Josie brought out a bottle of antiseptic, pressing gently against the torn skin. Even as he grimaced, he had a twinkle in his eyes.

"Those marks should have been from you, not that little squirt." She readily agreed, blowing softly on the afflicted areas. 

"Ah, you want to blow a little higher, please?"

Laughing, she leaned over, taking his earlobe in her mouth, sucking, and licking. She sat down again, close to him. He took her face in his hands and sucked on her lower lip, then her upper lip. Then he ran his tongue across her lips, teeth and started all over again. She shivered in anticipation, and then opened her eyes. She was still dressed, but he was naked, beautiful and she told him so. His cock was fully erect now and she couldn't restrain herself any longer. She slid down to the floor, on her knees, taking his thick cock into her mouth. His lolled back, eyes closed and fluttering. A soft moan escaped his lips, brows furrowed in passion, delighted at his feelings.

A soft murmuring, "Been so long," as she sucked and took all of him in her mouth. He looked down at her with what looked like disbelief, tenderness, unadulterated joy.

She was getting so much pleasure out of pleasuring him. His moans were becoming more vocal and he tried to push her away.  Mumbling, "oh baby,' under his breath soon escalated to a growl." No," he protested.

He tried to sit upright. "I want to make you feel good," he pleaded.

And in that instant, with that expression on his face, she knew it wasn't just sex. She actually liked him. The concern, the tenderness on his face on his face was evident. If it had been a long time for him, she wanted him to revel in it. She pushed him back down, saying "I want you to come in my mouth." cupping his balls, pressing lightly on them. His hips began to sway as he yanked on her hair. He let out a piercing howl as he emptied his seed into her willing mouth. He lay there, arms over his head as he sighed contentedly. Josie sat on her heels, watching this gorgeous man basking in his long awaited release.  She kissed his now flaccid cock and scooted next to him, half-sitting, and half-lying. He pulled her head to his shoulder, kissing her forehead.

"Wow," was all he could muster. "That's some mouth you've got there. Quite a talent. Why wouldn't you let me make you come?" 

She breathed into his shoulder. "You whispered something about it being a long time. I wanted to make it pleasurable for you. You can do me later." She laughed an easy laugh. He ran his fingers through her tousled hair.

"I've been divorced two years now and not very good at this dating business." his voice trailed off. . She was content just to lying there in his arms. They lay there in silence, listening to the crackling of the fire. The cat was, thankfully, nowhere to be seen. The next thing she knew it was an hour later, they had both fallen asleep. She climbed gingerly over him and peered out the window.

"Shit, it really snowed here. The Sheriff will just have to spend the night here. He must've heard her mumbling when she turned around; he was propped up on his hand, those azure eyes looking intently at her. She decided to remove the remnants of her clothes and walked to him, naked. His eyes took her in as he lay on the rug in front of the fireplace where she joined him.

"Is the snow bad out there?" he mumbled into the soft, fluffy rug.

"Looks pretty bad to me, Sheriff. What will we do?"

"Guess you'll have to stay here indefinitely. Speaking of which, it's my turn to please you." And with that, he flipped her over, palming her nipple. He then sucked it and finally devoured it. He nibbled on her neck and with his other hand, spread her moist thighs apart. He gazed hungrily at her as she closed her eyes and moaned. He pressed his thumb on her clitoris, and then inserted two fingers inside her. She opened her eyes, seeing lust and tenderness in his. As she moaned softly, she raised her hands up, reaching for something to hold onto. His thumb made little circles of pleasure around her clitoris, her breathing accelerated, her moans became thunderous. "Oh, baby, make me come... Oh, baby your tongue is so good on my clit."  He watched her face silently, genuinely moved by her cries of joy.  Her unabashed revelry and obscenities were not entirely new, but still a novelty .She reached out to grab his hair as he moved his fingers rapidly and then she wailed, gasping for breath as she sought her release. His hand was flooded with her juices. She finally stopped trembling. She opened her eyes slowly, watching him through half lidded eyes. He was beaming.

"I'm glad I could make you feel so good." He stared at the floor. "Like I said, it's been a long time. Sometimes, you think you've forgotten how to do everything..." his voice trailed off.

She sat upright, cupping his face with her hands. "You have nothing to fear. You have quiet a talented mouth yourself, Sheriff. "

She kissed him lightly, tracing an invisible line around his lips. He wound his massive arms around her torso, pulling her closer to him. He continued to nibble at her neck, taking little bites, leaving her neck slightly bruised. They both leaned back; she cradled in his arms, he taking control. Again, he sucked on her nipples, working his way down to her bellybutton, teasing it with his tongue. He grazed her pubic area, barely touching it. The torture was delicious.  As he hand had done earlier, now his tongue circled her clitoris and vulva. He inserted two fingers in her and in tandem, drove her to the brink. Her hips undulated, keeping rhythm with his hand.  As his movements became frantic, so did hers as she locked her thighs around his neck. She was pressing her pussy into his face with such force; he thought he might topple over. Her breathing was labored; face flushed red, lips bruised and purple. Her labored breathing turned into a wail as she clutched at his hair. With one final yelp, she exploded, pressing her body into his now drenched face. He had never seen a woman respond so readily during lovemaking. He lay down beside her as her panting subsided. John placed his arm around her shoulders, drawing her close.

"Well now, we're two to one, Sheriff."

With that, he laughed aloud, caressing her back. She seemed to take delight in referring to him as the Sheriff. At that point, the precocious fur ball made an appearance.

She lay claim to John's chest, licking her paw as she settled down for the night. John stroked her soft downy fur as she purred noisily. Smiling, Josie picked up the wiggling cat and deposited her on the parquet floor. She turned to John, kissing him, stroking him, and using her hands and mouth. He groaned as he grabbed her buttocks, pulling her on top of him. He slid easily into her wet pussy. Straddling him as he writhed underneath her, she pressed down on his throbbing cock. They moved in unison as he waited for her to come. She didn't seem to be close and he could linger at the edge no longer. Moaning loudly, he caught a glimpse of her forlorn face. When his gasping subsided, he asked,

"Did you come?"

"No," she said firmly, sliding off his muscular frame. His heart ached for her as he wrapped his massive arms around her.

"Maybe next time." She shot a rueful glance in his direction. 

"I don't think so," she mumbled. "I've never come during intercourse."

He was taken aback. "Never?"

"No," was her emphatic response. She was clearly agitated. 

"I'm sorry; I hope I didn't upset you." She sat, leaning against the couch, stroking the equally agitated kitten. 

"No, I just grow weary of explaining myself. There are a lot of women who don't have orgasms during sex. I've never actually been close."

She shrugged, placing her hands palm down on her knees. She sat, holding herself immobile. He reached out to her, kneading her neck in circular strokes. He thought but wasn't sure if he saw a glimmer in her eye. She turned away hurriedly so he would not see her weep. She made a dismissive gesture, lying down on her side, her back towards him. She lay there, curled in a fetal position, quiet and sullen. He continued to console her with his ministrations; finally he wrapped his leg over her hip. His now semi-erect cock throbbed against her buttocks, creating heat in her. He placed little kisses on her neck, upper back, and shoulders. She could feel her body stirring in spite of her glum frame of mind. He placed his hand over her shoulder, caressing, trying to reassure her with his touch. Even with her voracious sexual appetite, this was the one thing that eluded her.

As he massaged her gently, she could feel herself growing wet, growing impatient. She stirred in his arms, her hands trembling in anticipation. He had started using his tongue on her back, near her buttocks, a particularly sensitive area and she couldn't restrain her body any longer.

Her body jerked involuntarily. With that, he climbed down between her knees, licking and sucking at her pussy. Josie started to buck and moan, prepared for her orgasm. He stopped in the midst of her spasms and she looked up at him, incredulous. He placed a finger on her lips, shushing her. Her thighs were trembling with excitement as he entered her gently, lifting her hips off the floor. She closed her eyes in pleasure as he started thrusting into her. He placed his thumb on her clitoris as he positioned her legs over his shoulders. She started to flinch, more in stunned silence than anything else. Every time his cock tapped against her uterus, she felt an unfamiliar twinge. Something akin to desire, but startling nevertheless. A tiny wave washed over her and then flitted away. His attempts were futile, but not entirely. He rested his hands on the floor, head thrown back, eyes closed, and his muscles rippling in the soft firelight. He bellowed out one continuous groan, and then mumbled, "Baby, I'm coming." She loved watching him, all sleek muscles, broad shoulders and chest. Long, silky hair falling in his face. Sweat starting to trickle down his chin onto his chest as he ground his hips into hers for the last time.

He gingerly lay down next to her, pressing her head to his shoulder. His moist skin looked luminous in the nearly darkened room. Outside, wind howled and the windows rattled in the wind. The cat slumbered peacefully by the fire as John stroked Josie's head, his hands in her hair.

"You looked surprised there for a minute. Did you think you were going to come?"

Her breath caught in her throat as she turned away from him. 

"Almost," she stammered. She was choking on a sob, but wanted to conceal it from him.

He kissed her neck, pulling her closer. She was almost afraid to admit it, but she did feel something different this time. A rush that emanated from her stomach down to her pubic bone, similar to the tremors she felt before climaxing in a man's mouth. He continued to stroke her, as she lay supported by his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. Why with this stranger after all those years with a consummate lover such as her husband. This was vexing to her. They lay on the floor, entwined, content to remain immobile, listening to the crackling of the fire.

After a while, she opened her eyes, knowing that something had disturbed her. The windows were really clattering with the blustery squall raging outside. Snow, sounding like pellets against the glass, pounded against the windows, the doors. She was suddenly troubled. Just as she was lost in thought, John opened his eyes and saw apprehension in her face. He stroked her cheek

"Not to worry. Just a storm. We have them here all the time. We'll probably get a couple of feet of snow tonight. And I'm sure it's about 10 degrees out there. We'll be fine. But we might want to head for the bedroom."

He toyed with the fire, and then joined her in her pale blue room. As soon as he knew she was snuggled under the down comforter, he flipped the switch, joining her in the dark. She lay shivering, teeth chattering as he clasped his arms around her pale body.

"I'll keep you warm." And with that, his prolonged stroking was stirring yet another fire in her.

She turned her mouth up to his, waiting for his mouth to envelope hers. His tongue trailed across her mouth, warming her, soothing her, rendering her uncontrollable.

Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own moving, pressing against his belly, his cock. Not once, even with her Lothario husband, did she ever experience such intense lust. This was never-ending, as if she were falling into space.

His gentle, but firm hands worked their magic on her nipples, driving her to distraction, into an abyss of desire. She was floating, falling, into a sea of bliss. His nimble fingers, delicate mouth and intense stare all made for delicious madness, making her weak in the knees. His face was weathered, not pretty, the features were not fragile, and all but the mouth spoke of virility. His tongue was dexterous and full, bringing her clitoris to orgasm several times.

"If only," she thought. But she didn't dare think, not now. He entered her once more and the ripples stirred in her belly, foretelling of pleasure to come she hoped. A burning in her loins, her pubic bone and pussy took her breath away. Just as swiftly as it appeared, it took flight, leaving her hollow once more. But she felt hopeful and as he gazed down at her face in the shadows, he could see stillness in her face, a tranquility of sorts. He placed a kiss on her brow as he turned to lie down. Then he remembered, saying aloud, "I should call Connor, my deputy, find out if everyone is okay. Just to make sure." So, he did as he watched her stretch luxuriously, naked, smiling up at him. He ran his hand through her auburn hair, speaking absentmindedly into the phone, blurting out perfunctory answers. When he was sure all was well, he turned to her.

"You are beautiful. And I'm stuck here for a while. We're in for a bad night. I hope you have plenty of food and supplies. The power may go out. Do you have batteries, flashlights, candles?"

She propped herself on her arm. "Of course, got all kinds of stuff, Sheriff. I'm well prepared. Plenty of food, down comforters, firewood. We'll be fine, I'm sure. Are you really stuck here?" She was grinning in spite of herself.

He traced a line down her chest, her abdomen. "Yes, sorry to say. At least for another day, I'm afraid."

Her resistance to men, emotions, companionship all seemed to drift away in the presence of this strong, hulk of a man.

It was still dark and cloudless, with the snow falling heavily, rattling the windows. Josie stepped into the bathroom, flipped the switch and nothing happened.

"No electricity, shit" she mumbled. They set about looking for candles, flashlights and perked some coffee on her old-fashioned gas stove. They shared toothpaste, giggling, spitting in unison. They were ill at ease now, not knowing quite what to say. Her mind had been made up, though. She really liked this man and wanted to spend more time with him. A lock of hair fell on your forehead; he brushed it aside with his hand, with a stern look on his face, as if doing this was crucial. He smiled at her and even in the near darkness; he could see tenderness in her eyes. He was delighted to see that, it warmed his heart. She wasn't just trying to maneuver him; she seemed to be genuinely interested in him. She knew she was becoming softer as their time progressed.  Since they were up half the night, they decided to eat something and go back to sleep. No sense trying to do anything now.

Josie took her coffee cup and stood out on the porch staring at the white snow as it fell softly all around her. Ruby made a sudden appearance, whining incessantly, probably in need of some nourishment. Josie fed her and went back to her vigil of gazing at the black and white sky. She stuck out her tongue to catch a snowflake, John soon joined her, smiling at her, as she tasted the pelting droplets. He wrapped his arms around her, saying," I could stay here forever with you."

And then suddenly, he realized he could not promise forever, but just the present and perhaps the near future. He was too frightened to ask for anything else. She moved away from him and as if reading his thoughts, she kissed him lightly, saying

"Just for now is fine. I don't expect anything else."

She was wise, of that he was sure.  He glanced at her sideways, thinking how beautiful she was, face unadorned by makeup, clad only in his oversized flannel shirt; he couldn't help thinking she looked so young, so vulnerable. Surprisingly, that did not alarm him. They kissed again, under the stars, the rapidly falling snow and the whooshing of the massive trees. Ruby joined them once again, caressing their calves.

Time for sleep or at least, time to go back to bed. The snowfall looked ominous now, with huge drifts surrounding the house all across the road. Josie eased into his bulky frame, leaning against his form as his arms enveloped her He kissed her once again on the forehead and tugged at her to come inside. The three shivering figures, kitten included, raced inside out of the wintry night. Holding hands, they strolled towards the bedroom, Ruby in tow. She scampered across the parquet floor and bounded into the bed. They laughed softly at the little fur ball, mewing copiously. John gently put her on the floor, beside the bed, while she stared at them, bewildered. John and Josie embraced, kissing tentatively at first and then with more fervor. John slipped off her shirt as she yanked at his shirt and jeans. Within seconds, they were naked, panting and fondling. His tongue pushed its way into her mouth, it set off a tingling sensation in her as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her pelvis against him. She could feel how moist his cock was already. She was soaked also, readying herself for him.

They ground their hips together, undulating, now gasping, and moaning. He bit her shoulder, she cried out, he bit her again. He placed his hands on her breasts, tweaking her nipples as they hardened under his touch. She was ready to beg him for a release. He picked her up, placing her on the comforter, kissing her, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. He proceeded, very slowly, to kiss, caress with his tongue the lower half of her body. When he approached her pubic area, he hesitated, which made her buck even more. She grabbed his silky hair, placing her pussy against his mouth. He did his best to taunt her, until she was near tears, licking and sucking.

"Please, John, I have to come. Suck me, please, now." She was near tears.

He looked up at her and replied, "No."

She looked confused, hurt. She started to raise herself up, but he gently pushed her back down again. He kissed her tenderly, leaving traces of her fluids on her mouth. He kissed her neck as she cried out his name several times, moving her hips to some unforeseen dance. He entered her slowly as she moaned, whispering incoherently at times, at other times, on the verge of shrieking. He managed to slow her down, holding on to her as he rose above her, taking her in. They moved together, in sync, as if they were dancing. She continued to gasp as he slid in and out of her. He held onto her, sensing this was different for her, wanting to reassure her. She couldn't believe the pleasure she was deriving from this, it felt foreign to her, even a little frightening. She could feel the sensation in her groin, filtering its way up to her breasts, back down to her pussy again as his cock kept hitting against her clitoris.

She closed her eyes, becoming one with the craving, allowing her body to be engulfed by this new sensation. She knew she was going to come. She felt it building inside her, creeping at first, then exploding as she wailed, crying out, clutching him as she gave into her orgasm. It seemed to go on interminably and she felt as if she were somewhere else, watching over herself. Her first inclination as she came back to reality was to sob, uncontrollably. He held her gingerly at first, and then rocked her as she wept, more silently now. They lay together, holding onto one another. She became flustered, embarrassed and tried to pull away. He caught her, holding on as she rested her head on his shoulder. She struggled to be free, but he held on.

"Don't leave," he pleaded.  "I'm so glad I could make you come. Make you happy." He whispered in her ear. Her arms were entwined around his neck and she gave him a little squeeze.

"Man, that's like nothing I've ever felt before." And a lone tear fell on her cheek; he brushed it with his thumb and then kissed her eyelids.

Where did you come from, John? She thought. And what will I do with you?

She searched his azure eyes for an answer; he tilted his head eyeing her.

"What?" he asked. 

Shaking her head, she smiled. She got up to go to the bathroom, relieved herself and they settled in for the night. 

The snow fell silently around the house; the windows rattled incessantly through the dark night. She awakened before dawn, the sky was dark, but there was a red cloud lurking in the background.

He awoke, startled. Fumbling with his jeans, he struggled to get into them as quietly as he could, but she stretched, yawning as her nipples peeked out from the comforter.

She gazed at up his naked torso, marveling at his beautiful body . . . She reached for his hand as he bent over her, kissing her lightly.

"Of course. you're welcome to come back, but because of the storm, I have no idea what we'll do here. Especially if there's no electricity."

He grinned sheepishly. "Well, we'll see about the electricity. As for the other, somehow, I don't think that'll be a problem." He scraped his shoe self consciously on the wood floor. She was amused, he was embarrassed. How sweet, she thought.

"I guess I'll be back later. We'll have to see about this electricity thing. 

You and everyone else will need heat." And with that, she pulled the down comforter closer to her chin and snuggled. He stood there, grinning at her with a lopsided grin. She turned over and dozed.

He was gone for several hours, having been rescued by his deputy, Connor, by snowmobile. In spite of the storm, most of the electricity had come back on and when he arrived back at Josie's, near dusk, her heat was up and running. He tapped tentatively on her door and was greeted by a welcome sight. She stood at the doorway, kitten in hand, dressed in his flannel shirt.  Only candles lit the living room; the fire was blazing behind her. He stood, staring at this warm picture and chuckled softly.

She smiled up at him.

He had an instant erection. He pressed himself against her, she could feel his hardness against her thigh and the vision of his hard cock made her wet. He kissed her lightly at first, and then his tongue probed her mouth. She wanted to come right there and couldn't wait to get him on the floor. They hobbled over to the fireplace, groping as they kissed frantically. She struggled with his jeans, virtually ripping them off. She knelt in front of him, awed by his cock. She really thought it was the most beautiful one she'd ever seen and told him so. He grinned self consciously, his hands tangled in her hair. She started the ritual, sucking and licking, slurping as she went along, knowing most men liked auditory effects. Using her hand at the base, she tried to synchronize her hand and mouth movements, taking him slowly, deliberately. He reveled in it, staring at her, moaning low, unsteady on his feet. They tugged at each other, dropping to the floor. They lay together on the thick rug, naked, using their hands to explore one another. He knelt in front of her, resting her legs on his shoulders and proceeded to drive her mad... He gently sucked on her clitoris, then circled it with his tongue. He then inserted two fingers into her wet pussy and moved slowly in circles. For the second time in two days, she was almost in tears, gasping, moaning wildly, pulling on his hair until his scalp hurt.

He stopped suddenly, looked down at her lovingly and deposited her on top of him, straddling. She thought she might pass out, her feelings were so intense, but she knew what he was attempting to do. She trusted him. She sat astride him with his thumb circling her clitoris.

He whispered to her, "Come for me, Josie. I want to see you come. Look at me while you come." She rode him like a stallion, as she gazed at him with half lidded eyes; they held hands as they sauntered, fingers interlocking. His cock felt massive as they moved together.

"Tell me how my pussy feels to you." She barely spoke above a whisper, but it sounded like thunder to him.

"Oh, baby, you are so warm and wet," he continued to trace circles around her clit, "I love the way my cock feels inside your tight pussy. I want to watch you come." He wasn't really used to such lengthy, raunchy discussions during sex, but it turned him on and she loved it.  "I want to make your pussy, come, baby. Come for me." With that, she averted his gaze, threw her head back as her orgasm hit her.  Her moans were deafening and delicious. He could feel her contract around his cock, hugging and clasping him as his orgasm neared. He took one look at her blissful face and that was all he needed to send him over the edge. They lay entwined for some time before Josie got up and put on another CD.....Bob Dylan.

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Everybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

He grinned at her, "Is this you?"

She nodded, "I guess...."

The snow had stopped; it looked like the crisis was over. John grabbed a throw from the chair; they huddled together, watching the flames lick at each other. The wind continued its song outside, making the trees quake, windows rattled, the cat purred and the lovers slept.

Josie awoke, wrapped around John's hard body, one hand circling his waist, the other under his armpit. Even in her drowsy state, that armpit was looking very tempting. She thought of stifling that yearning, but thought better of it. The fur under his arm was a soft, brown color, tufted in little curls. She loved the smell of him, so musky, sweet. At first she licked lightly, burying her face in his curls. He squirmed with a quizzical look on his face. She continued to circle him with her dexterous tongue. He awoke, sleepy, dazed and thoroughly confused.

"What?" he mumbled.

She suppressed a laugh. She was quite taken with this little area and had to investigate it. "Now, Sheriff, don't get your back up. You know how strange we big city folk can be"

Her warm tongue continued on its journey. He had to admit, there was something perverse and exciting about this. She was really getting into this. She breathed deeply of his scent as she licked. For him, this was something entirely new and highly amusing. He had a hard time not laughing. She couldn't believe how wet she was getting from this little maneuver, pressing her pussy against his knee. He was more than willing to accommodate her in her earnest craving. Suddenly, she felt a rush before she knew what was happening, she started to spasm, coming, moaning very loudly. The intensity of her orgasms lately took her by surprise, as if someone had turned on a light switch. And the orgasm last night while they were fucking, she shivered at the thought of it. Finally, she had her first orgasm during sex. John held her tightly, kissing her forehead, almost rocking her.

His deep voice resonated under the down comforter.

"We should celebrate today, don't you think? If we can get out of here, that is." He chuckled softly.

He was already making plans in his head, flowers, and a dinner. 

"Well, maybe we should check to see if we're snowed in or what's happening in the rest of the world. You're sweet, John."  She stroked his cheek gently.

She peered out the icy window, taking in all the virgin landscape, covered in a clean carpet of glistening snow. 

John peeked out from the covers, taking in her nude, lush body. Her nipples pressed against the cold glass as she determined what kind of damage the storm had done to her property. He reached out and with his thumb, grazed her perky ass, nipping at her flesh. She squirmed, laughing, brushing aside his hefty hands.

"I guess I'll get up and make some calls, if that's okay with you," he asked as he went searching for her phone. Just in time, as Ruby pounced on the fluffy bed, mewing loudly. John tousled the kitten's fur as he strode by.  He spoke into the mobile phone, hurriedly, shooting glances at Josie as she started to dress. He hated to see her cover herself up.

"Sure, okay, just checking, so things are looking up? Not too much damage? Think I could get a dinner reservation somewhere nice tonight?" Silence, then he giggled and hung up.

He wrung his hands together, grinning conspiratorially, as Josie eyed him curiously. 

"What's up your sleeve, Sheriff?" 

He just nodded, adding, "Well, looks like things are going well in town, some streets plowed, we may get a chance to get into town for some dinner. How does that sound?"

His eyes were dancing as he strutted towards her. She had managed to throw on his flannel shirt, buttoning the tiny buttons haphazardly.  She was in the midst of brushing her teeth, not a very attractive sight, she thought, drooling profusely. It was obvious from his expression that he was enamored of her; as he kept glancing her way, grinning like a love struck adolescent. It had been quite some time since he felt this way; and, he was enjoying it thoroughly. Josie had long since given up on her thorny facade and was feeling comfortable enough to suggest some things John might not have encountered. He happened to cast a sideways glance at her nightstand; he stopped at stared for a moment, not sure of what he saw. But he had seen correctly, it was a rather large flesh colored vibrator, standing proudly amongst her assorted pictures. Had she left it there for him to see or was placed there by chance?

She caught him eyeing the vibrator and smiled.  "Do you like to play with toys, Sheriff?"

He actually blushed and muttered no, not really. He stared at the wooden floor, he was clearly uncomfortable. He stood still, hands stuffed in his jean pockets as she approached him. He could still feel his cheeks flush as she came closer, touching his waist. His arm circled around her waist as he pulled her to him, again kissing her temple.

"Let's plan on a nice dinner close by and maybe an evening in front of the fire. I have to get to the office and check out a few things." She wasn't so sure her loins could wait that long, especially now that she was orgasmic. He patted her fanny as he left her side and climbed into in his four-wheeler. Again, she knew it would be hours before he returned, so she went about tidying up the place and taking a nap after soaking in her massive tub for a while. She placed candles around the tub for later.

Hours later, as she lay languishing in bed, the phone rang. John would be there momentarily to pick her up for dinner at a place a stones throw from her. Luckily, their kitchen was up and running, even if there were few patrons. With her devious mind, she set about to pick an outfit that would entice him.

He arrived, roses in hand, looking sheepish. John looked surprised to see her dressed in a skirt, even if she did have on boots. It was actually the only skirt she owned. 

They perused the menu as they glanced longingly at one another, she deciding on fish and he on steak. It was obvious they both felt the connection. They made light talk about the weather conditions, how it was supposed to snow yet again tonight. And then he reached over and took her hand, kissed it, gaping at her over the candlelight. Even Josie blushed. They ate half heartedly, having another kind of hunger in mind. She fiddled with the napkin in her lap and then turned to John saying, "I have no underwear on and I'm soaking wet." With that, she applied a wet index finger to his mouth as he stared at her, open-mouthed. He was taken aback, but also delighted. This woman was really quite something. She giggled mischievously as he gawked at her. His cock was telling him in no uncertain terms that it needed relief.

"Um," John looked down at his half-eaten food, "Maybe we could just go back to your place, soon?"

It came out as more of a question than anything else.  They had already ordered coffee and strawberries with fresh whipped cream. The waiter was oblivious to their lusty glances, placing their coffee and dessert in front of them. John immediately asked for a check while Josie deliberately dipped the strawberries in the cream and proceeded to swirl her tongue around the fruit.

Because of the storm previously and another one pending, the restaurant was very quiet, subdued. John watched her, fascinated as she teased him with the berries, then handed him the succulent fruit, laden with the cream. He sucked on it gently, taking her cue, also swirling his tongue around the tip as she mimicked his movements, licking her lips, driving him crazy. John paid the check, hurriedly as they scrambled for the door.

The cold air hit Josie in the face, the wind whipped around her as if in search of something.  It had to be at least 10 degrees below zero and the snow had returned with a vengeance. . Hopefully, they wouldn't have a problem getting home. The streets were icy and the wind howled around John's truck. As they approached her house, the trees were swaying frantically in the storm. They sought shelter, igniting a blazing fire as they bounded into the house.  Ruby mewed a greeting, curling around their calves. Josie quickly fed her pet, her eyes never leaving John's face. The look of desperate lust on his face turned her legs into a jellylike substance. They reached out for each other in the semi darkness as the fire was fueled behind them. He roughly picked up her skirt, breathing heavily into her ear. He felt for her sweet, wet spot, roughly pressing on her clit as she squirmed in front of him.

He carried her back to the bedroom, lay her down, but began to frantically do away with her clothes. They were clutching at each other, roughly tugging at clothes, kissing passionately, alternating between gasping and moaning.  She grabbed his cock, pressing it against her clit.

"John, please fuck me, now. Fuck me hard."

He let out a soft moan; spread her legs far apart, gazing down at her. 

"You are so beautiful, God, look at you, legs spread open to me. I love your body, its round and soft, the way it should be. No sharp angles on you. I've never been this turned on before. You are delicious. I can't wait to taste your pussy again." With that, he suckled her clit as she screamed in ecstasy.

She watched him as he inserted fingers into her slick opening; sucking still at her while she rocked back and forth to some unknown dance. She couldn't spread her legs far enough apart. There was something about this, this man, in this snow-enveloped cabin far from civilization. The small candles lit the room in soft shadows; she grabbed his hair with both hands as they rocked now, her nearing completion, he wanting desperately to share this with her. A fluffy kitten watched, disinterested as Josie howled in release, John roughly grabbing at her buttocks. She heaved as she tore at his long hair; he was pleased to bring her to this place. He knew he truly cared for her, wanted only good things for her. After so much pain, dare he open his heart to this sweet bohemian? After resting for a moment, she labored over the very same thing. Running her hands on his muscular chest, lightly tweaking his brown nipples, she knew her heart was beating to the right rhythm. His rhythm. Their rhythm. They held each other close, closer as their hearts beat together.

"Yes," he thought. "I feel close to you," he said tentatively. 

She clutched at his enfolding arms. They held on tight, this was right, they knew. They rested in silence. The cat slept, the embers in the fire died down and the blizzard blew snow all around the haven they shared.

They dozed off and on; John awakened first, glancing at her clock, he saw it was 2AM. He felt his cock stirring, the tip becoming moist with longing, with its need to be enveloped by her walls.

He relieved himself in the bathroom; he stood staring at her sleeping form from the doorway. Lips parted, hair askew, nude body tangled in the sheets, a purring kitten sleeping on her head, surely a sight for sore eyes! He planted himself in between her thighs, nibbling at her tender flesh, circling his tongue near her sex, already damp. He suckled her clit, as she turned moaning, half-asleep. He continued to suck on it as she opened her eyes wide, her tummy rippling with her need. She was so close, and then he pulled away, planting her legs over his shoulders once more. He entered her slowly, deep, thorough, thrusts; she moaned in her near slumber state. Defenses gone, she succumbed to her body as they moved quickly to their orgasms.

For the second time in two days, she could feel her body's release again; she was in tears as she shook violently. Her legs trembled, hands shaking; her whole body was in spasm as John came, then held her, rocking. She cried silently this time; they were lost in each other's bodies, the scent of their sex, and the joy of their coupling. They held on to each other, Ruby watched as they wrapped themselves around each other's bodies. They whispered in the dark, drawing closer muffled kisses in the darkness. John happened to remember her vibrator, standing erect on her nightstand.  He shyly asked her why it was out in the open.

She laughed, responding that she had used it recently, the day she met him actually. She was attracted to him right away, she told him, as he listened quietly. She masturbated that night, thinking of him as she came, she explained.  He blushed slightly, his arm wrapped around her small shoulders, but it conjured up luscious visions.  Josie hesitated, sensing this was a turn on, but he might be too shy to ask for something "outlandish".

"Would you like to watch me now, to masturbate for you?"

His heart was in his throat.

"Have you ever watched a woman play with herself?"  She was half sitting up now, head supported on her hand. She looked down at him in the darkened room, waiting for an answer. He hesitated.

"Yes, I have, a long time ago."  He seemed to have something else he wanted to say, but remained quiet. 

She smiled at him; tracing a line along his large, erect nipples. She could tell he was hard by the way the bedclothes shifted. She reached over, stoking him, then turning on the soft lamplight next to him, and asked him to hand her the vibrator. He was surprised at the texture of it, the softness of the flesh colored device.

He handed it to her as she smiled smugly. He seemed a little flustered, just enough to endear him to her. She settled down in the bed, throwing off the covers. He shifted a bit and she could see his erection; he turned to face her. She stroked his cheek, adjusting the device, placing it on her clitoris. He touched her belly gingerly, not wanting to disrupt her, but wanting to be a part of this. Closing her eyes, the gentle hum of the vibrator lulled her as she pressed it against her sex.

John was fascinated, not having much exposure to this private act, but found it utterly titillating. Josie spread her lips so he could see what she was doing; he peered over her hand to get a better view. The vibrator was taking effect and she started to squirm. Her breaths were shorter, sighs turned to gurgling noises in her throat. He reached over to insert his fingers into her pussy, he was amazed at how lubricated she was. Soaking wet, he thought. His cock twitched. She loved his fingers being there and adjusted the intensity of the vibrator. Her other arm reached out to him, grabbing his free arm, clinging to him. She started to flail, turned to look up at him, they kissed briefly.

Now she was gone, gone to another place where she knew no time or place. She couldn't contain herself and didn't want to. He watched her as she heaved, lifted her buttocks up in the air and panted like an animal. He tried to lightly kiss her neck, but she couldn't remain still. His fingers got lost in her damp hair, she smelled of a woman in heat, sweat and the lingering aroma of their earlier lovemaking. It was intoxicating. He was thoroughly enjoying watching her bring herself to climax, his balls had pulled up tight, and his breaths were also short and intensified. Her mouth dropped open as she let out a wail, gasping, holding onto him. He thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; he was delighted she was willing to share this private moment with him. Josie was still gasping. He was going to touch her, but decided against it. She lay there, holding onto herself, breathless.

"John," she muttered in between gasps. "That was fucking incredible."

He gave her a lopsided, self-conscious grin. He pulled her closer, wanting to actually climb into her skin at that moment. Just to hold onto her indefinitely. He ached for her, for her touch. His lust felt brutal, primal. He had to have her now. He bounded out of the bed, sitting on the hard chair facing her. He grabbed her roughly by the wrist, tugging at her drained body.

She fell into his lap, legs outstretched as he entered her forcefully. He started to pummel into her as she practically bounced with his forcefulness. John grunted and groaned. He couldn't remember another time in his life where he let go like this, this woman unleashed something in him and he wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

She glanced at the clock, 4AM. My how time flies, she thought. She snuggled close to him, so near to the damp spot she had so lovingly tended to so recently. Burying her face in his soft, moist fur, she very nearly purred with contentment. He encircled her with his loving arms, pressing her close to his damp, heated flesh. They talked for hours, whispering secrets, giggling, fingers interlocked. His steady gaze on her pallid face, watching her as she spoke focusing on every intonation, every gesture.

Outside, the storm raged. Ruby sat on the end of the bed, twitching every now and then. Josie and John soon dozed, she resting on his arm, he with his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Even in sleep, they smiled. Unbeknownst to them, the storm of the century was flourishing.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Josie smiled, thinking of that night, when it looked like the end of the world; she was almost tempted to say "Sheriff, we're not in Kansas anymore."

She sat at her computer, waiting for John to arrive. He would be right on time, he always was. She could always depend on him. He was also the force that forged her ahead in all things carnal. And in some ways, she was even more adventurous than he.

He was well, embarrassed by some things, although very eager, so she thought it best not to suggest anything too adventurous. Not just yet.

Winter was in full bloom in this frozen place, far from New York; that was a lifetime ago. . She was free to love this wilderness and to give her heart to this bear of a man. Thinking of how much she needed him still nagged at her and she sensed that John felt the same. But she knew he loved her and she him; it was just a matter of time for that unease to disparate Just then, the door bell rang. It was John, of course. He stood, grinning, hands full of limp, pink roses... He bent to kiss her, his breath almost forming crystals in the frigid air. He handed her the bouquet sheepishly, as if sensing the futility of the gift. She grabbed the flowers, giggling, watching most of the forlorn petals fall unceremoniously to the floor.

He shuffled in, clasping his hand around her neck, pulling her to him. They kissed briefly again and stepped inside. A fire was blazing; candles were lit, the cat languishing before them. . Once again, he requested pasta, he adored her cooking and she obliged him. The table was set with linen, sterling silverware, silver candlesticks.

The house was relatively large, but she managed to make it look cozy with her accoutrements. 

The word love was on her lips and certainly in her heart, but she was still wary. So was he. As he turned in her direction, she noticed his flannel shirt was tucked in only halfway, which made her grin. She reached for his shirt, tugging at it.

"Who dressed you this morning?" she said, studying the fabric. He shuffled, blushed slightly and grinned.

His socks were rolled down; clinging to his snow covered boots. 

"Oops," he said as he saw the trail of wet snow on her hardwood floors. Ruby was fascinated by the pieces of snow as she pushed it around with her paw, much to Josie's chagrin. Laughing, John picked up the cat as Josie headed for the kitchen and some paper towels.

"John, what am I going to do with you?"

"I have a few suggestions." His smile was broad. They circled each other, like a stalker and its prey. 

He grabbed her roughly, brushing his beard against her face. 

"Love that beard, lawman. Especially on my pussy." He giggled at her candor, grazing her neck with his scratchy fur. They just stood there, holding each other, not saying a word. A timer rang in the kitchen, rousing them from their reverie.

They sat facing each other, delighting in the food, the sensual nature of eating, licking their lips, gazing at one another over the candlelight.  The CD playing was Derek and the Dominoes... "Bell Bottom Blues,"

They sat on the coach, drunk from wine, drunk with desire, sipping coffee. He reached out to touch her hair and she shivered. He played with her hair, running his fingers through her short bob. Her face was flushed, her lips darkened, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He bent his head to brush his lips against hers; she melted into his arms. They kissed passionately, tongues and arms entwined. He sucked forcefully on her tongue, back and forth, simulating the sexual act.  Then, he pushed himself away from her, looking at her. He held her face with his two hands, smiling down at her.

"My little Josie," he mumbled as she blushed. They stood together for a while, just holding each other. 

She thought back to that night, when the storm nearly ravaged her property and kept them prisoners in her own home. 

It had snowed relentlessly for hours, the power and phone lines were down. Josie's heart had sunk. How would she get through this? They had to either eat the food or dispose of it, it would soon rot. A branch from the tree outside her kitchen broke, nearly collapsing on the roof. She lit candles; John tried to use his cell phone to contact Connor, just to make sure people were not in dire straits. The heat was off; it would soon get cold.

They retreated to the bedroom, cuddling together under the down comforter. Ruby pounced on the bed, climbing under the covers. Josie was not used to such storms, but John kept reassuring her, holding her, talking to her. They survived and grew closer. Sex was the main focus, with some soul-searching conversations taking place late at night.

There were times she just looked at him, hulky, hunky, bear of a man that he was and she would shiver. She was having orgasms on a regular basis now; every time they made love. They continued to celebrate that sometimes by making love again. They would spend countless hours sucking on each other's fingers and toes, having been able to talk John into that recently. One time, in public she looked over at him, felt queasy and actually had an orgasm without any manual stimulation. He could see it in her eyes.

They had been, believe it or not, in a supermarket, studying the ice cream section. He came up behind her, whispering in her ear that he wanted to eat the ice cream off her belly, and then he stepped back. She turned to look at him and this sensation came over her and she almost fell. Josie held onto the frozen food case as she shook. He walked towards her in case she lost her balance. She teetered a bit, and then he caught her, holding her tightly.

They had both burst out laughing. 

"Of all things, the frozen food section," he giggled. She had held onto his arm, clearly amused by it all. 

They snickered in the car all the way home. 

So, now they had reached a turning point. She didn't want to be the first to utter those words, but they clung to her, wanting to be purged.

They walked to the bedroom, arms locked together. They lay next to each other, just enjoying the closeness. He pulled her closer, placing little kisses on her neck. She soon started to moan and move, so he proceeded to undress her, slowly, drinking in her beauty. Before long, they were both naked, kissing, stroking each other. He tweaked her nipples roughly and she pressed her pelvis against his hard cock, letting him know she was waiting for him. She kept humping his thigh, rubbing her moist pussy against his knee; he watched her intently as she continued to gyrate, moaning, clutching his waist. She couldn't stop now.

Josie undulated against him, crying out unintelligible things. He loved watching her let loose like this, completely uninhibited, even more so since she started having orgasms during intercourse. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed in bliss. He held her until her orgasm hit; she screamed out his name and he pulled her close to his chest. She was gasping against his torso, arms wrapped around his back. Tiny beads of perspiration clung to her face and he brushed them aside with his hand.

"I love to watch you come", he said to her, beaming. 

"I love..."and he hesitated. He looked unsure of what he wanted to say.

"Please, don't hesitate, John. What is it?" She had an idea as her heart thundered in her chest. 

"I don't know if this is the right time," he was collecting his thoughts.

She held tightly onto his arms, holding her breath.

He pulled himself upright, and then lay down next to her his head resting in his hand.  She touched him tentatively, not wanting to pressure him.

"I love the way you make me feel..." his eyes bore into her. I haven't felt this way in an eternity, it seems. My marriage hadn't been good for a while, and then I was so afraid," he looked to her for support.

She whispered, "I know, I felt the same way. I'm still apprehensive, but I want you to know I feel comfortable with you," she looked down at her now trembling hands," I care a great deal for you." She could feel herself choking back a sob.

John crushed her to his chest. She tried to stifle a whimper, but her back shook a little. He smiled, rubbing his massive hands on her head, shushing her.

"I love you, Josie. I'm scared too. I don't know what's going to happen now. All I know is that it feels right. There's no pretense with us, no game playing. With you, it's what you see is what you get." He lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. Her tears had subsided.

"I love you too, John", she sniffled. He very gently kissed her lips; he could taste her salty tears on his tongue. He continued to cradle her face in his hands. Ruby, at that point, saw her chance and bounced off John's tummy, causing him to laugh out loud. Ruby sat on his stomach, looking perplexed as they giggled. Her ears were drawn back in that expression meaning, "What, what did I do?" She had that deer in the headlights look in her eyes, which really made her look comical and John and Josie howled at that.

Finally, Ruby lumbered down to end of the bed, circled a couple of times and curled up into a little ball of fur. 

John and Josie gazed at each other lovingly, but hesitantly. John engulfed her in his arms, just enjoying the warmth of her body. It was soon followed by tiny kisses on her neck as she grabbed at his cock, running her hands up and down his thick shaft. Now it was his turn to gyrate against her. She lifted his balls slightly; her hair muffled his growl. They clung to each other in the night, rocking each other, plying their bodies with promises of secrets shared. Their strokes were less tentative, more loving, the feelings more intense as they rediscovered their bodies in that fragile moment. She couldn't remember how many times she came; maybe four, maybe five, she lost count. Josie was swept away by her feelings, his eyes, and his tenderness.

Sleep came easily to them and Ruby soon joined them, attaching herself to John's leg. When he stirred in the night, she expressed her displeasure, mewing loudly.

They were awakened in the middle of the night, hearing a loud crash and a whir of activity. They both sat upright startled.  John reached for his gun. Another loud noise, coming from the living room. Josie could feel her heart in her throat as he gingerly climbed out of bed. Another rustling noise followed by silence.

John tiptoed into the room carefully. The rustling noise started again and Josie clutched her comforter in trepidation. She heard John giggling softly, more rustling and then the lights came on. She rushed to the living room, apprehensive. There was John, standing in front of Ruby, who looked non-plussed.  Apparently, she had gotten her neck caught in the handle of a shopping bag and frantic to free herself, she had raced around clanging the bag against the furniture. He slipped the handles over her head as she sought refuge under the bed. They laughed unabashedly at her predicament, naked in the spacious room, feeling content and at ease. They wrapped their arms around one another, standing motionless for a while. Then they turned and went back to the bedroom, to sleep soundly into the dawn.

This time she was awakened by a loud thud, thinking it was Ruby again; she climbed stealthily through abandoned clothes strewn on the floor. Looking out her large bay window in the living room, she saw a tree had fallen near the house. The snow once again had tripled during the night and it' looked ominous. Even Ruby climbed up on her perch, staring wide-eyed into the white night. Josie could hear John stirring, possibly for the third time that night. Between the cat and the recent storms, he slept fitfully. She always slept like a newborn babe, he said.

They were at a crossroads; they'd only known one another a short time, but it was clear things were serious. And feelings were spoken of in hushed tones as the tempest raged outside, causing the storm windows to clatter incessantly. Poor Ruby would flatten her ears as the windows rattled relentlessly.

A large, burly figure stepped close to Josie in the dark. John, sleepy-eyed, hoarse, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He sunk his teeth into her neck, biting hard enough to make her jump.

"John," Was all she could manage before she burst into giggles.

He ran his tongue across her shoulder, reaching up to her ear. She snuggled against him, feeling his hard cock against her ass. That excited her and made her want to do naughty things; things she knew he hadn't done before. She pressed even harder, so his cock started to slip into her crevice. He immediately pulled away as if something forbidden had occurred. She made a mental note to get him drunk tomorrow. They strolled arm in arm back to the bedroom, back to sleep in a cozy, warm bed. She loved lying against his ass, pressing herself against it.

In a matter of minutes, he was snoring. She wiggled a little to get more comfortable and she felt herself becoming turned on. If she moved slowly, she could get could really riled up and wet. She licked her lips as she felt the heat in her pussy rise. She grabbed hold of his ample hips, moving faster. She almost laughed out loud as she could feel herself coming. Closing her eyes, she almost bit into his shoulder as she rocked back and forth. He stirred, yawned and stretched.

"What....?" he mumbled. As she got closer to her orgasm, she could feel his body shake as he chuckled. She moaned, crying out his name as she exploded. Josie grabbed his body, holding onto his stomach and she could hear the sharp intake of his breath.

"My little sex maniac", he breathed into the pillow. She could almost hear his smile in the dark. Before they knew it, Ruby pounced on John's tummy, announcing her untimely arrival.

Josie fell asleep in the crook of his arm. She reached over to kiss his underarm hair, which she found titillating. She rubbed her mouth over the soft fur, wanting to bite him, but thought better of it. She wanted to save some goodies for another time.

The sun shown over the mountains, almost blinding her. She squinted against the light; John was already dressed and ready to leave for work. He had a mischievous grin on his face, what could on his mind at this hour of the morning? She kissed him goodbye, promising more fun tonight and slammed the door against the frigid air. She decided to light a fire, do some straightening up and perhaps a nap after breakfast. Ruby meowed her approval, slinking into her favorite spot by the huge bay window. The fallen tree was going to be carted away soon; which was really the least of her worries at the time.

Smiling wickedly, she climbed back into bed; just a little nap before her bath. She awakened an hour later and slunk into the hot water, pouring oil of lilac into it, creating a heady scent in the bathroom. Ruby soon joined her, dipping her furry paw in the bubbling tub. She shaved, soaped and slathered her pale, womanly form; all for John. He may be a country bumpkin in some ways, she thought, but in others, he was all man. In the bedroom, his presence was intoxicating, his forcefulness and unabashed enthusiasm combined with a killer body was heady enough to make her weak. She even washed her pubic hair with shampoo, even though he insisted he loved her "natural" smell. And told her repeatedly that her pussy tasted like honey.

She stepped into her lacy bra and black see through G-string. John would go wild once he saw her in that outfit. She could hear the "thump, thump" of his boots as made his presence known outside her front door.

Since he was bringing dinner all she had to do was look luscious. That was how he described her in bed, naked and flushed, after her orgasms.

He banged repeatedly on the heavy door. 

"Anybody home? I have food. And a body that needs tending to! This man needs some lovin!"

"Hey John, why don't you yell that a little louder. The guy down the hill didn't hear you!"

She flung open the door as he stood there, goofy grin and all. All that hair. Grabbing her, kissing her passionately, he threw his arms around her, squeezing her tightly.

They fed one another Chinese food with much licking of fingers and chortled as Ruby kept watch, hoping for a snack of shrimp. 

John was extremely fidgety, playing with the utensils, and glancing furtively at her. 

Josie grabbed his flannel shirt at one point. 

"Listen, Mr. Law Man, what's up? You're acting very strangely. Will I have to discipline you in order to get you to behave?"

He chuckled and then grew quiet. John stood up and went on bent knees before her.

Josie felt a lump in her stomach, but wasn't quite sure how to react.

"Listen Josie, I know we're not together that long, but we love each other. Life is too short to play games. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I've never met anyone I'm so compatible with. You've brought so much light into my life. Will you marry me?"

She was speechless. Her mouth flew open as she tried to formulate her thoughts. He couldn't believe she was hesitating. 

"Did I say the wrong thing? Did I frighten you, sweetie?"

She turned her face, knowing she would start crying soon. He reached for her face with his thumb, turning it towards him. 

"Please tell me, Josie." 

Through her sniffles, she managed to murmur, "Of course I'll marry you, John. You just took me by surprise." She smiled through her tears. His eyes filled up too.

"I really had given up hope of falling in love again. After Donna left me, I thought, this is it. I'll never allow myself to be so vulnerable again. But you made it easy for me. You're so easy to love, to be with. You allayed my fears, made me feel whole again." He felt awkward, reaching for words.  He presented a small package to her, literally holding his breath. She ripped at the ribbons and packaging with tremulous fingers. Sniffles aside, she beamed in wonderment.

It was an antique engagement ring; nothing fancy, no more than a carat, with tiny baguettes on the side. Simple, beautiful. Of course it fit; she threw her arms around his neck. As Ruby watched indifferently, they collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles and tears. That collapse soon turned to passion, now heightened by a new commitment.

John was not sufficiently drunk, she thought. They shared more wine, whispers, hugs, and endearments. Just as John was teetering towards oblivion, Josie pushed him back on the bed, swiftly undressing him as he sniggered at her efforts.

"Jesus, woman, give me a minute, will you?"

She tore at his undies, almost ripping the briefs. She was feeling no pain either. By now, they were both breathless and flushed. She started licking the inside of his thighs, nibbling at them. He writhed underneath her, murmuring dirty nothings as she persisted.

He was becoming very vocal, actually, lapsing into a string of obscenities, which turned her on even more. She started licking near his ass, then sucking on his balls, gently. His head was thrown back; mouth open, intense and very flushed. He kept grabbing her hair, yanking on it, occasionally fucking her face. He was getting close, she thought. She wanted to prolong it.

She sat up on her haunches, just to pause for a moment. The look in his eyes was one of desperation, she almost pitied him.

"Please, Josie.........." He pleaded.

She almost smirked in anticipation. 

"I think you need a little break. I don't want you coming just yet." 

She got up, went to the bathroom, turned out the lights and lit some candles. She stood at the doorway watching his chest heaving, as he was breathless at his point. He looked wounded. She walked over, playing with his hair. She had something in her hand; he was puzzled.

"What......"

She kissed him once more, sucking his tongue, exploring his delicious mouth. He tasted of wine and desire. His ample hands cupped her face lovingly.

"Josie....." he asked once more.

"John, I don't want to torture you. Just trust me, okay?" she whispered low.  Her breathy voice in his ear made him quiver.  She rolled his balls over in her palm, gently. She had such a loving touch. She crouched, taking his huge cock in her mouth, licking, sucking until he was groaning once more. With her other hand, she rubbed his balls, then stopped. She sucked hard as he started gyrating again and then she started to caress his anus. He jerked involuntarily as she continued to rub and tease, but he said nothing. The licking and sucking was driving him mad. She reached for her target before he could protest. She swiftly thrust her finger in his ass as she was sucking him; he cried out in surprise. It took him all of five seconds to plunge his cock into her mouth while he held onto her head determinedly. He was pushing it in at such a fast pace, she thought she might gag. Feral groans were coming from his mouth as his lower body lifted off the bed. She had never seen him react like that before. It was such a turn on for her. Her stomach fluttering, she stopped to gaze down at him as he finally stopped trembling.

He looked delicious. Head thrown back; his eyes fluttering as he tried to catch his breath. She had succeeded. His body stopped shuddering and he looked at her in surprise, mumbling something incoherent.

"I can't hear you, John. What was that?" She giggled. 

"Fuck me, what the hell did you do to me?" He was laughing now.  She crawled up to meet him, grinning as she went. 

"Scuse me, Sheriff, I gotta go to the bathroom first."

When she came back, he was practically dozing. 

She bellowed, "Now, that's not fair. One orgasm and you're done for the night? What kind of shit is that?"

He smiled sleepily and gestured for her to join him. They snuggled, he with a self-satisfied smirk on his bearded face and she with the knowledge that she knew how to please her man. They dozed on and off during the night. Again, the wind rustled through the trees, which was unsettling to Ruby, but somehow comforting to Josie. Her new home with her new man. What could be more perfect?

When she awoke, about 4AM she saw by the illuminated clock, he was teasing her, placing his thick fingers into her wet folds. Then she felt his mouth. She writhed against his mouth again; he was becoming quite the expert at pleasing her. Not that he was ever inept, but now he was a virtuoso who loved to practice.  As if her aching body were a finely tuned instrument, his ministrations played out their own melody in the dark room. After her fourth orgasm for the night, they settled down.

The windows rattled once more, Ruby sighed on top of the down comforter, flicking her tail. John and Josie dozed, dreaming of the coming warmer months.

But the winter seemed to drag on, but that's the way it was here. It lingered until May sometimes. His own place, the ramshackle house he once loved, soon became a stranger to him. Her place was far more opulent and cozy, and her fireplace was like new. They would spend the evenings huddled together in front of it, drinking wine, or in John's case beer and talk about nothing in particular. When he finally had enough courage, he made a down payment on an antique diamond ring, small, but with lovely old markings. The kind Josie liked.

Any respectable sheriff from these parts would have to do it the old fashioned way, but in private, of course. Everyone in town knew about the split and he did so want to keep this love close to his heart for a while.

It was after her specialty.......coq au vin, something new she introduced him to, where it took place. They were enjoying their full bellies, their liquor soaked mouths as John slipped to the floor, in his usual gangly fashion.

Josie was taken aback. 

"John, are you drunk?" she giggled loudly.

"Yes, Josie, I'm drunk. I'm drunk with love for you."

Josie scrunched up her nose at the clichéd declaration, but remained where she sat.

"Ahem. Josie, I love you, you've brought so much light into my little miserable life. I feel born again..." and then Josie knew and nodded with a watery sheen in her eyes.

"I had given up hope of ever loving and trusting again......and here we are. Two frightened people, willing to take a chance. I adore you, Josie and I want you to marry me, if you'll have me."

And with great flourish, a burgundy velvet box was opened with Josie gasping a quiet "Oh"

She knew the ring was perfect as was this moment in time. Without answering, she retrieved her prize and nodded her head. Actually, at the moment, she didn't trust herself to speak. She slipped to the floor beside John, embracing him.

"You old fashioned son of a bitch," as she poked John in the ribs. 

"So," his face tilted up at her, "will you?"

"Of course I will, what did you think?"

"Well..." John's voice lowered considerably. "You're more sophisticated, more well read, you've seen the world, I'm just a country bumpkin here..." And he kept his head down. Josie grabbed his face and stared him in the eye.

"I've had all that shit, yah. Sophisticated, my ass. I don't want it. I want something simple, without all the crap that goes with wealth, living in a big city, all the frippery. I just want to love you. And for you to love me. I love the simplicity of this town and its people, everything about it. It's me. This is me now and this is all I want. Can you get that?"

Josie wasn't quite sure, but could have sworn she saw a tear in the sheriff's eye. He pulled her even closer. 

"Yeah, I got it. I got it. I can't wait to start our new life together. If only it would get warmer....." and he looked at the darkening clouds that skittered outside her window.

"Why wait, sheriff? We can get married now. I don't need a gown or even flowers. And Ruby here can be the ring bearer." Ruby's ears perked up, but only for a second. Her nap was much more important.

So, two weeks later, they were in the little Mystery Church, surrounded by Skank and his assorted cronies, John's cohorts and a few bystanders. Vows were spoken in hushed tones as the two faced each other and God, promising to love for life. John actually wore a suit and Josie a long skirt with her cowboy boots. The low key reception was held in the local bar, in the back, where the jukebox stood, playing the old sixties tunes they both loved so much.

Josie even had a robust looking bouquet of flowers, rare for this time of the year. As far as weddings go, it was much tamer than both of their previous weddings, but with far more feeling. Unfortunately, Ruby was not invited because everyone feared she would gobble up the lobster all on her own.

The never ending winter finally passed into a mild spring, for them anyway. No snow. And their bond was as strong as the mighty oak outside their house, rustling every so often, to remind them of their beginnings.