Winter Retreat
Copyright© 2010 by Angel Fire
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A half frozen man shows up at my cabin door in the middle of a winter storm but things dont heat up until he is standing half naked in my kitchen the next morning making breakfast!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual
The morning light brightened the entire room and I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. Duke was nowhere to be seen and neither was my guest. Stretching and pulling myself out of my slumber, I heard noises from the kitchen and the voice of the man talking to my dog.
Upon reaching the kitchen, I was taken back by the sight. There he stood in just his boxers. He was taller than I had initially estimated, his hair was tousled and a shade darker than sandy blonde and that body was more defined than I noticed the night before. When he turned and looked right at me, his eyes were not a deep brown, they were like the color of whiskey. His face was appealing and he offered me a bright smile.
"Good morning! My name is Ryan. I am sorry to have imposed on you but I am thinking I might have to take that back." A sly smile upon his face with the last comment.
"Good morning! My name is Morgan and this guy is Duke!"
"I made myself at home when I woke, making coffee and some breakfast. I hope you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind."
"I am curious, Ryan, how did you end up on my doorstep last night?"
"Well, I was driving up to my place about another 10 miles from here when my truck broke down and I got turned around out there. I had been wandering for about 3, maybe 4 hours before I saw the light from your place. I don't remember trekking here or even making it to your door." He rubbed at the stubble on his chin.
"Ryan, I have had this place for about 6 years now and I don't recall hearing about you. I know most of my 'neighbors' within 40 miles of here. How come I don't know you?"
"Well, Morgan, I bought the Jenkins place about 6 months ago." He explained.
I remember hearing about the Jenkins place being for sale but hadn't heard that it had been sold. Mr. & Mrs. Jenkins had lived there for over 50 years and a little over a year ago, Alfred Jenkins succumbed to cancer. The word was that Mrs. Jenkins wanted to move closer to her kids and grandkids somewhere in Kentucky.
There was something about his gaze that sent chills down my spine and the presence a half naked man in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast. I decided that having this man in my home was making me edgy.
I blurted out, "I am going to take a shower. Sleeping on the floor left a few kinks in my back and neck so I will leave you to finish making breakfast."