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Andi's Dream - All Aboard Andi's Dream

Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh

Chapter 51

Romance Sex Story: Chapter 51 - Andi is a doctor who gets stuck in a snowstorm and meets Paul, a wealthy recluse who rescues her and her twin daughters. They fall in love and get married on Christmas Eve, then go on a honeymoon cruise with their family and friends. Along the way, they face challenges such as Lucy's trauma from working in a violent ER, Andi's criminal ex husband, and Paul plans to open a veterans clinic. This is Book 2 of Book 5 in the Andi's Dream series.

Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Oral Sex  

Yi huffed and puffed as she struggled across the white wilderness. Everything was white; the ground was white; the trees were white; the sky was white, even the air was white from the falling and drifting snow. The only thing not white was Yi’s neon green snow pants and her hot pink jacket. She was struggling to master her snowshoes. Having to walk with her legs spread apart was really hard to get used to, so she amused herself by thinking of better reasons to spread her legs.

After breakfast and after Paul helped Yi clean up (as always), Andi and Paul took off on cross-country skis. Being a Colorado snow bunny wannabe in her teens and knowing how to alpine ski and snowboard, Andi wanted to learn how to Nordic ski. That left John, Macy, the twins, and Yi behind in the cabin. John was intent on pampering Macy, Macy was intent on letting him, and the twins were intent on coloring and drawing. They put off their snowmobile ride until tomorrow or the day after, when it gets warmer.

Yi suddenly realized for the first time in her life what boredom was really like. She was about ready to clean the entire upstairs when John said, “Why don’t you catch up with Paul and Andi and learn how to shoot?”

“Shoot?”

“Yeah, Paul took his air rifle, Andi took her bow, and they headed back toward the shooting range.”

“Range?”

“It is just south of the pond,” said Macy as she gestured to the south, the side of the cabin where the wood stove was located.

“Pond?”

“Just walk past the barn and keep going downhill,” explained John as Macy leaned back against her husband in boneless pleasure. John’s hands caressed his slim wife’s tummy, caressing the growing life within. “But don’t walk across the pond. We don’t know how thick the ice is.”

She was about to say “Ice?” but she caught herself. In her youth, she was visiting friends up north in Callahan Florida, up on the Florida - Georgia border. She had never seen snow in her life, and on that January visit, the temperatures dropped to the upper twenties. She was only nine, and in the morning she and her brother Dave were outdoors exploring the farm owned by their parent’s friend. Nine-year-old Yi discovered something unsettling about the birdbath. The water was covered with something hard and transparent. She tapped on it and found it to be quite cold. Maybe their friends had a glass cover for the birdbath? Dave was able to get his fingers under a side of the ‘cover’ and he lifted what looked like a circular piece of glass. He suddenly brought it up to his head and broke it in half with his forehead and handed a half to Yi, who was shocked to discover that it was ice. Being born and raised in southern Florida, she had never seen ice that was outside of a freezer or a cool drink. Yes, she knew that ice exists in nature, but she had never seen it in the wild before.

She looked at John and Macy and nodded her head saying “Hai!” which is Japanese for yes, but no one got the joke, so she sprinted upstairs where she pulled on her hat, snow pants, parka, scarf, mittens, and boots. Feeling like an astronaut preparing to step onto the lunar surface she waved goodbye and stepped outdoors as the twins called out “Don’t walk on the pond!” Sitting on the snow-covered picnic table under the patio roof she found that putting the snowshoes on wasn’t so hard, not as hard as learning to walk in them.

Her snowshoes didn’t look like what she originally expected. She was expecting something that looked like a tennis racket. These reminded her of stubby water skis. Luckily, they were easy to put on. They had the same bindings that cross-country skis have, so they popped on to her Nordic boots. She took a few steps away from the picnic table and she kept banging her ankles with the edges of the snowshoes. Her Kenny (My Kenny!) explained that they were like this to float over the snow, but these weren’t floating, they were sinking into the snow a couple of inches. Using ski polls to steady herself and because she thought they looked cool, she climbed an enormous pile of snow that was built by plowing the driveway and she followed Paul and Andi.

Finally, she got a rhythm going and soon she was heading south, past the barn and traveling on a gentle downhill slope. She figured she would follow Andi and Paul’s tracks, but they filled in with snow quickly, and soon it started snowing again, covering everything that was showing through the snow with an additional layer of white. It was a bright and sunny morning; the snowflakes glimmered like diamonds on the ground and in the air as they gently sailed down from the clouds. But as she continued, the sun disappeared, and the shadows were gone. The sky was the same color as the ground, so it was hard to tell where the illumination was coming from.

Once she was used to the strange gait, it became almost pleasant to walk in the winter weather. It wasn’t too cold, and the wind was gentle. Off to her left and her right were rows of evergreen trees flocked white, and she thought to herself how pleasant it would be to walk here, hand in hand with Kenny. The traditional song “Walking In A Winter Wonderland” played over and over in her head.

Soon she heard muffled voices and the occasional sound of a pop from Paul’s air rifle, and suddenly Yi found she was almost standing next to Andi and Paul. The range was built in a section of the forest where the pine trees were planted in perfect rows, the branches on the lowest ten feet of their trunks had given way as happens in all pine forests. The upper branches were heavy with snow and were doing an excellent job of keeping the storm at bay, but there was still an accumulation of snow on the ground. Every now and then, an enormous mass of snow would fall from the upper branches and a pile of snow would land near them with a “whoomf!”

The shooting range was several lanes wide, marked off with rope. Paul and John had built leaning shelves at one end of every other shooting lane, and the targets were set up at the other end of the lanes. There were a couple of hay bales to catch Andi’s arrows at the end of two lanes, one at 25 yards, another at 77 yards. On another lane, Paul had rigged up boards between trees to hold his rifle paper targets at 30 yards.

“Yi!” cried Andi as she noticed the pretty Asian appear out of the swirling white and step under the trees.

“It’s so nice back here!” gasped Yi as she looked around. “We have tree farms like this in NoFlo, (North Florida) but not as neat as this, and it smells so...” she took a deep breath and said in a tiny voice, “coffee?”

Paul chuckled and walked over to a large wooden box half buried in the snow. There were asphalt roofing shingles nailed to the lid of the box. On it sat a small coffee maker with a half full pot. He poured a Styrofoam cup and handed the cup to Yi, who savored the warmth. “This is a spot for RV camping. There are electrical hookups inside this box,” Paul pointed out.

Andi pointed to a small plastic sled loaded with a gun case, a bow case, and a small cooler filled with water bottles. “I thought he was crazy when he said we should bring a coffeemaker.” She stepped over to the firing line and nocked an arrow, then after aiming for a long moment, she let the arrow fly. The bolt flew swiftly between the rows of trees and lodged in her target but well outside of the “Ten Ring”.

Paul, who was standing behind her watching the arrow travel with a pair of binoculars, said, “You did good, but it ran out of gas at the end. At least the wind didn’t take this one.”

“I don’t know if I can aim any higher. I’m already aiming way over the top of the target,” Andi pouted. Yi squinted down at the target and saw that there was a silhouette of a turkey inside the ten ring, and a series of arrows at the bottom of the hay bale and sticking up through the snow.

Paul shrugged. “If you’re not going to adjust your sights, then aim higher above the target.”

A simple fix. But Andi had always shot competition and was a by the book kind of person at everything she did. Not aiming at the target was an alien concept, but she’s never shot at varying distances. She’s always shot with targets set at 50 yards. Here they had set one lane to 25 yards and another lane to 77 yards, the distance for Olympic archery. When you’re hunting, you can’t change the sights as your target moves. She could see the wager with Paul slipping away. First one to bring in a spring turkey won a 24-hour sexual fantasy. Rules were simple, he with his .22 caliber air rifle, she with her compound bow, first turkey won. There would be observers to verify the time that the turkeys were shot, and the second prize would be for the largest turkey, so someone could win both prizes. Andi even had her fantasy mapped out. She had two more months to practice before the season opened, and much of that time would be spent setting up her new clinic, getting adjusted to life in Western New York, and planning her fantasy.

“Can I try?” asked Yi. With the pullies and cams, bow and bowstring, Andi’s compound bow looked like something she was familiar with, fishing tackle.

“Step up to the line,” grinned Andi, as she offered Yi the bow. She showed Yi how to knock the arrow and sight in on the target. As soon as she pulled back the bow, Yi discovered the reason behind the cams and pullies. There was incredible tension on the bowstring, but just as she got the string back to the shooting position, the cams rolled over and suddenly the pull needed to hold back the arrow and string was half of what was needed moments ago. She could hold the arrow back easily and, having heard the conversation between Andi and Paul, she aimed over the top of the target. “Loose!” cried Andi, and Yi let the arrow fly.

There was a loud snap, and the bow jerked in her hands as the cams rolled and the arrow was gone. Yi squinted at the target, but the neon green fletching (feathers) and the bright yellow shaft of her arrow were not visible down range. All she could see was the hunter safety orange arrows that Andi had fired. “Where did it go?” Yi asked aloud.

“You killed my tree,” said Paul as he leaned against another tree and blew the steam off of a hot cup of coffee.

Yi looked a little closer and saw that a tree marking the lane had sprouted a yellow and neon green branch. Her arrow had traveled 15 feet. She started toward the tree when Andi called out to her, “Hold up!” Yi spun around with a startled look on her cute Asian features. “Range safety,” Andi explained, “always let your fellow shooters know what you are up to. You can see that my bow isn’t loaded, but what if I was intending to do some rapid drawing and firing, or what if I had a gun?”

“What do I do?” asked Yi. As a sailor, chef, and engineer, safety was always an enormous concern.

“Just say ‘Heading down range’ and wait for everyone to let you know that their weapons are safe.” As Andi said that, Paul beamed with pride. He had been drilling Andi non-stop on range safety since she showed him her new bow.

“Heading down range,” said Yi, who then crouched, ready to leap into action.

 
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