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Imagine yourself deep in the mountains. Nothing but snow as far as you can see in any direction. The trees blanketed in a heavy powder. The wild life, tucked away in their nests for the winter. Not even a sound, except for your ragged breathing. The thin mountain air stinging your nasal passages as you suck in each breath. There is no sign of life. You are completely alone, miles from civilization. Most people would panic in a situation like that, but not the man in this story.

Randy lived deep in the Rocky mountains, in the heart of Colorado. He survived off the land for the most part. He chose this life because he loved the solitude of living in the wilderness. Many years before, on his 30th birthday, he had packed up and left Louisiana, never looking back. He rarely saw any other people, just the occasional hunters who were kind enough to bring him a few necessities. He had no use for people. They did not understand the way he thought or interacted with the world. He spent most of his time, reading and thinking. Once a day he went out gathering food. He hunted for wild game, honey, berries and roots in the forest.

One morning, he was chopping wood, when a noise caught his ear. It sounded like an engine. He lifted his hand above his eyes, to lessen the glare of the sun on the snow, as he scanned the sky. He saw a small plane dipping, up and down, wildly. It skimmed the tree tops on a distant hillside then gained altitude, again. Randy picked up his axe, lifting it to resume chopping the wood, when he heard a loud crash. He spun around and saw a thin column of smoke raising above a distant grove of trees. He dropped the axe and hurried into the cabin. He tied a pair of homemade snowshoes to his boots. He started the long walk to where the plane had crashed, moving as fast as he could in the powdery snow. A strong wind whipped at his face, freezing his skin to the point of hurting. He pulled his parka up over his nose, to keep frost bite from setting in.

The scene of the crash was not as bad as it could have been. Both wings had snapped off the main part of the plane which seemed to be intact. He didn't see any bodies on the ground when he approached the aircraft. His heart pounded in his chest making it harder to breathe, but he kept walking until he reached the plane. He could see a person slumped over in the front seat when he looked in through the window. He walked around and tried to open the side door of the passenger compartment. At first it wouldn't budge, but he kept yanking until he felt the door move, slightly.

He pushed it open then crawled into the plane. He did not see any sign of life from the pilot as he struggled to get past the contents of some cartons that the plane had been carrying. There seemed to be an extraordinary amount of books. He picked up a book, seeing that it was written by one of his favorite authors but he didn't recognize the name of the book. He tossed it to the side, then began moving other books, all with the same jacket cover. He wondered what the pilot was doing way out in the middle of Colorado with all of those books. He finally moved enough of them to reach the person in the front of the plane. He listened for the sounds of breathing but could only hear himself.

He put his hand on the pilot's forehead, to check for body heat. It was hard to tell, because of the extremely cold temperatures. He moved closer, and used his hand to turn the pilot's face toward his. When he did this, the pilot's hat fell to the floor. Randy gasped, the pilot was a woman. But not any ordinary woman, it was his favorite author. It was no wonder she had so many copies of that book. Randy had been a fan of her sensual erotic stories for years. There was something very classy about her writing that made regular erotic stories seem bland.

She let out a low groan, opening her eyes and then closing them, again. Her dark eyes, skin and long hair were the perfect combination. She was beautiful and mysterious. He carefully lifted her from the seat, pulling her into his lap. He put his fingers on her neck, feeling her pulse. It was slow but steady. The softness of her skin almost startled him. It had been years since he had been near a woman, much less touch one. He started sliding toward the plane door, holding her snug against his chest.

Randy stood up and reached back into the plane. He grabbed one of the books that was laying there. He hoped she wouldn't mind, but he needed something fresh to read. He tucked it into the waistband of his jeans. He decided to make the walk back to the cabin a little easier. He shifted the lovely woman's body, laying her across his left shoulder, carrying her like a sack of potatoes.

He had to stop and rest every couple hundred feet. The wind and snow made the task quite tedious. His snowshoes slipped several times, throwing him off balance. He fell to his knees once. It took him several tries to stand back up without dropping her. When at last he could see his cabin up ahead, he quickened his pace a bit. His aching muscles hurt more with each step as he overworked them. He opened the cabin door, took two steps inside and collapsed on the floor. Luckily, he landed so that his body cushioned the fall for the woman.

Randy felt like he had been kicked in the chest. His body screamed for oxygen wanting more than he could inhale. He ached from head to toe but knew he couldn't continue laying there. He pulled the woman over to the bed by her feet, then picked her up, and gently laid her down on top of the comforter. She sighed and moved then went limp again. He pulled her coat and boots off, tossing them on the floor, then he spread a blanket over her and went outside to get firewood. The muscles in his legs were cramping but he ignored the pain. He built a fire then settled into his chair by the fireplace. He felt something cold poking him in the back and remembered the book he had picked up in the plane. He looked over at the woman. She was out cold.

He opened the book to the inside back cover. There was a photo of her with a brief summary of her life. She was younger than he had thought. It said she was 30 years old. He ran his fingertips across her picture, longing to touch her soft skin, again. He flipped thru the pages to the beginning of the book. It made a cracking noise when he turned the pages. The copyright showed that the book had been printed, recently. He turned to the first page and started to read. The words flowed from the pages, enveloping him in a peace he hadn't felt in some time. He became so wrapped up in the story that he didn't notice that she had sat up in the bed. Her dark eyes stared intently at him. Observing his reactions as he read each page. He was obviously affected by each and every word that he read.

After a bit, he caught movement out the corner of his eye. He lifted his face and looked straight at her. Their eyes locked for several minutes, each taking in the presence of the other. Randy was speechless. He had longed to meet her for so many years that he wondered if he might be dreaming. Her dark eyes mesmerized him. It was as if he could see into her very soul. He could get lost in those eyes. He realized he was staring and looked away.

He laid the book on the table and walked over to the bed and said, "Hello, I am Randy. I saw your plane go down. So I checked to see if you needed help. You were passed out. I carried you back to my cabin." She smiled a smile so warm that it heated his insides more than any fire could. "Thank you. I assume that you know my name, since you are reading my book." He nodded his head. "Yes, ma'am. I have read all of your books. I think your writing is truly a gift to this world." He could see a slight blush on her dark cheeks as she looked down, obviously embarrassed. She said, "You can call me Maryann" Her pleasant smile soothed Randy's tired body. She climbed out of the bed, and stood up, swaying slightly. Then she walked over to where he had laid the book. She picked it up and said, "You're the first person to read this other than my editor. It isn't due out in the stores until next month." Randy looked nervous when he said, "I hope you don't mind me reading it. I love your books and haven't had anything new to read in years." She said, "I don't mind. Keep it as my thanks for rescuing me." She looked around the room and said, "May I use your bathroom?" He nodded his head and pointed toward the open doorway. "It's right there. Make yourself at home." She dropped the book on the table and walked toward the door. Randy couldn't help himself as his eyes followed her. He watched her slim hips sway slightly with each step. A familiar twitch in his pants got his attention. He sighed and turned away.

He walked over to the stove, putting on some water to boil, hoping to distract himself by making something to eat. "Are you hungry? , He asked her when she returned from the bathroom. "Yes, I am famished.", Maryann said. He began to chop various vegetables, adding them to the boiling water with lots of spices. He put the lid on the pot, letting it simmer while he mixed up some bread dough. He let the dough rise for a while before putting it in a loaf pan and popping it into the oven. Soon the cabin filled with the wonderful smells of homemade soup and bread. During the time that the food was cooking, Maryann sat quietly watching Randy. He barely seemed aware of her presence. She could tell that he was used to being alone.

Maryann studied his features. His twinkling eyes were framed by a few wrinkles and he had just a touch of gray to his wooly hair. His rugged appearance made him look older than he actually happened to be. His 46th birthday was approaching, not that he would acknowledge it, anyway. He noticed Maryann studying him with her intense eyes. It had been some time since he had been in the company of a beautiful woman. He wanted to take her right then and there, on the kitchen table. "Stop thinking that way. You're an old goat." His common sense told him.

Her voice startled him when she said, "Penny for your thoughts." He dropped the spoon he had been stirring the soup with, becoming flustered. "What?", He mumbled with a guilty look on his face. "I was just wondering what you were thinking. You looked like you were lost in thought.", she replied. She had a pretty good idea what had been going through his mind. He looked like a teenager that had just been caught masturbating.

Not that his reactions, bothered her at all. As a matter of fact, they seemed to light a fire deep inside her body. She shifted uneasily in her seat, when she felt moisture growing in her panties. She had always admired older men from afar. She never acted on impulse, to worried what others might think. But she happened to be deep in the wilderness, far from any disapproving looks. She crossed her legs, squeezing her lips together in the hopes of lessening the throbbing inside her. Instead it seemed to make matters worse. Her clit tingled and begged to be touched.

Maryann stood up and walked back to the bathroom without saying a word. Randy wondered why she got up so suddenly. He thought she might be sick because she had such a strange look on her face. He walked toward the door she had closed behind her. He froze in his tracks when he heard a panting noise. He strained his ears, trying to interpret the sounds. Then he heard a very faint moaning which instantly brought his staff to life. He told himself it was wrong, but he stepped into the storage room, adjacent to the bathroom. There was a small hole in the wall, where a light fixture had been mounted at one time. He crept up to the wall, with cat like stealthiness. Then he peered through the hole. The crotch of his pants nearly burst open when he saw what Maryann was doing.

She was sitting on the toilet seat, with her shirt pushed down under her round, firm breasts. The dark nipples were huge and jutting upward. He licked his lips as he lowered his gaze. She was naked from the waist down. One leg was hiked up on the sink. Her fingers were twirling between her lips. The pressure in his jeans was to much to bear, when she started to prob herself. Her long fingers slid in and out of her juiciness, very fast. Randy fumbled with his zipper, without taking his eye away from the wall. His thick rod sprung out into his hand. The tip was already slick with pre-cum.

He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it very fast and hard. He wanted to ram it into her so much, that it was all he could do to keep from kicking in the bathroom door. He would have done her right there on the toilet seat. Maryann, ground her sex against her hand, imagining that Randy was inside her. Her ass rocked against the toilet, causing her full breasts to jiggle, wildly. She moaned in pleasure as her touches intensified. She used her free hand to rub her swollen clit, speeding up her orgasm. She arched her back, raising her cleft into the air, as she climaxed.

Randy squeezed his muscle and jerked it real hard, bring himself to orgasm just as her juices gushed down her legs. She cried out and moaned as her body spasmed. He grunted when his cum shot stream after stream onto the floor. He quickly tucked himself back into his pants, when she stopped moving and seemed to be listening. She had heard him grunt.

He hurried back to the kitchen, pretending to be cooking when she came out of the bathroom. He glanced up at her, noticing the slight red glow to her cheeks. She was still breathing a bit heavily, but other than that she seemed fine. If he hadn't seen her masturbating, he wouldn't have known what she had just done. She quietly walked over to the stove, leaning over the pot to sniff the aromas. She was mere inches from Randy, allowing him to get a whiff of her intoxicating scent.

He could detect her desire. It smelled better to him, than any foods could, at that point. A deep craving, that he had buried inside himself, years before was coming to the surface. He stared longingly at Maryann, not bothering to hide his lust. She looked at him, clearly able to read the look on his face. She took a deep breath, then pulled her eyes away from his.

It made her nervous when he looked at her like that. But at the same time it unleashed a raw heat inside her that she so desperately wanted to act upon. She involuntarily gasped when he leaned closer to her, and their arms brushed. He took a deep breath, and said, "I like the smell of your perfume." She gave him a strange look, and said, "I'm not wearing any." He nodded his head, then whispered, "I'm talking about your womanly essence. It's been so long since I have been around a woman, that my nose is very sensitive to it." He inhaled deeply, again, locking eyes with her as he casually rubbed his lower body against her side. He lifted his fingers to her hair, gently caressing it.

The gap between their torso's closed as she melted into his arms. Their lips met in a soft kiss, which quickly turned into a frenzied display of passion. Randy's tongue glided along the roof of Maryann's mouth, dancing against hers. When at last, their lips parted, they stared at each other as if locked in a sexual trance. He lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing it softly as he made a trail up her arm. Each gentle kiss, sent tingles throughout her entire body. Inside her mind, Maryann kept thinking that she should stop him. But she was powerless against his magical touch.

He gently swept her hair to the side with his hand as his lips moved to her neck. Each gentle caress of his lips made her knees weaker. She leaned against him breathing deeply as his touches swept her away. More than anything he wanted to explore her entire body, but decided to stop. He moved away from her and went back to stirring the soup. She looked at him while trying to regain her composure. She wondered why he had stopped.

Randy saw the look of confusion on her face and said, "I'm sorry. It has been a long time since..." She nodded, understanding what he was trying to say, then put her finger to his lips and said, "Sshh.." He didn't back away when she pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. Her warm soft lips felt heavenly against his. He no longer restrained himself, as his hands slid down her back to her ass. He gently squeezed her ass, lifting her as he stepped away from the stove.

She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him harder. He slowly made his way toward the bed, trying not to bump any furniture. He laid her on the bed and began to fumble with the buttons on her shirt. His fingers where shaking so much that he couldn't unbutton them. Maryann sat up and said, "Let me help you." She slowly undid her shirt, then slid it off her shoulders. She pulled his shirt over his head, scraping her fingernails gently along his torso. Then she unzipped his pants. Her eyes widened a bit when he pushed them down over his legs, revealing his swollen pole. She laid back on the bed again, lifting her ass so he could remove her jeans and panties.

He stared at her for a moment before touching her again. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He wanted to memorize just how she looked laying on his bed naked. Her long dark hair flowed down her shoulders, giving her an angelic appearance. The curve of her breasts blended perfectly with her small waist. Her long legs slowly opened, revealing her very essence to him.

He slowly moved his hand toward her dark mound, almost mesmerized by the sight of it. She pulled his hand to her cleft, causing him to moan when the wet heat enveloped his fingertips. He followed the movement of her hand, wiggling his fingers in small circular motions around her clit. Maryann's breath became ragged as his intense touches pleasured her.

When her juices began to coat his fingers he could no longer resist the temptation to taste her. He lifted his hand to his nose and inhaled deeply. He groaned then slowly licked the juices from his skin. As her hot nectar covered his tongue, heat spread through him like wildfire. He moved with lightening speed as he dove between her legs. She was surprised at how soft his touch was. His hands of leather felt like feathers as he caressed her thighs. The rough texture of his face was barely noticeable when his soft lips began to tenderly kiss her.

Randy took his time tasting her like he was eating his last meal as he lavished her with licks. His tongue parted her nether lips, gliding through her pink folds very gracefully. Maryann moaned softly when he touched her swollen clit. He lapped at it gently, savoring each taste as her intoxicating aroma overpowered his senses.

The rustic cabin filled with sounds of panting and moaning as orgasmic bliss began to sweep her away. She rocked her body against his mouth, wanting more as he devoured her. Every muscle in her body began to quiver and shake when waves of pleasure rippled up and down her spine. She used her hands to push his head deeper between her swollen lips.

He held her thighs with a firm grip, to keep her thrashing body from scooting away from his hungry mouth. He had an unquenchable appetite for the taste of this woman. Even after her climax began to subside, he continued swirling his tongue with the utmost expertise along her crevice. He did not seem to notice that his touches were sending her over the edge as she became very sensitive. "Please, Let me rest.", She pleaded between breaths, never having experienced multiple orgasms before.

She screamed in joy as another wave of pleasure shot through her to her very core. Hot juices spewed from her womanhood with the force of a tidal wave. Randy moved his lips against her hot hole, slurping down her ambrosia. He drank like a thirsty man in the desert. It was the sweetest liquid he had ever tasted.

When she had nothing else to offer he licked her clean, causing her body to lurch with each touch to her tender flesh. He slid out from between her legs, leaving her on the bed with a glazed look on her face. He did not bother putting his clothes back on when he went to the kitchen to get the bread out of the oven.
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