Snow Angel
Introduction:
It was a typical Saturday, until Martin helped a girl in distress.
“Fuck it. Let the wind clean it off,” he thought as he opened the driver’s door and climbed in. He started pulling out of his parking lot, giving the truck gas to get all of the snow off, but it didn’t move. He tried to look out of the passenger window, but his view was blocked by snow. “God dammit!” he said aloud as he stopped in the middle of the driveway. Martin grabbed his snow brush and spent the next 5 minutes cleaning off his windows before getting back into the warm cab and starting off again.
Driving down the street, he saw someone walking along the side of the road. The car ahead of him was stopped at the red light and the person and the driver were talking. The light turned green, and Martin thought of honking his horn to stop the conversation, but the car started to pull away. As he was passing the person walking, he saw it was a woman.
“Stop, please!! Help me!!” she yelled out.
Martin stopped the truck, and let her open the passenger side door.
“Please help me,” she begged. “I’ve been walking out here for the last 24 hours, I couldn’t get into a shelter because I lost my ID, I dropped my phone in a puddle…” She took a breath to steady her voice. “I need a ride to the hospital. I have frost bite. I just need help.” Not wanting to leave her out in the freezing temperatures, Martin moved a few things off of the passenger seat and told her to jump in.
“Just to the hospital up the road?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” she said. “You’re an angel. Thank you very much.”
“You’re very welcome,” Martin replied. “I’m sorry you’ve been out there for a day. It’s damn cold.”
“I know, but I couldn’t get into the shelter up the street because I don’t have my ID.”
“That sucks,” Martin said as he started driving to the hospital.
“I’m Megan,” she said.
“Martin.”
“Thank you, Martin. I really appreciate this,” she said. “No one helps anyone around here.”
“You’re in a rougher part of town,” Martin explained. “You don’t know who to trust around here.”
“You live around here,” Megan pointed out, “and you stopped to help me.”
“Yeah, well, no offense, but you’re a tiny thing,” Martin told her as he kept an eye on the snow covered road. “I don’t think I’m in any kind of danger.”
Megan giggled, which made Martin look over at her. She was a very pretty girl, with dark hair and sparkling blue eyes, and a very nice smile. Martin guessed she was about 23 or 24 years old. He saw the lights of the hospital up ahead, and asked if she wanted to be dropped off at the emergency entrance or the main one. She told him the emergency room is where she needed to go, so he pulled in and went to the door. As they got to the door, Megan undid her seatbelt and jumped out, saying to Martin, “Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” Martin said. “Go get checked out and I hope everything works out for you.”
“God bless you,” she said as she closed the door.
Martin watched her as she went into the hospital before pulling away. As he drove off, he wished there was more he could do for the young woman.
A couple of days later, Martin was once again brushing snow off of his truck. He was looking at the berm of snow the plow had made in front of his truck as he was adding to it as he brushed off his hood. Happy that his office closed for the day due to the weather, he got his shovel from the bed of the truck and started getting to work on the berm blocking him in. He could have thrown his truck into 4-wheel drive and gone over it, but that would have meant that he was going to have to shovel it out later, when it was a block of ice. Since it was light and fluffy again, he wanted to take care of it now. As he was moving the snow off to the side, he heard a voice behind him.
“Excuse me, sir?”
Martin turned around to see the hooded figure behind him, and instantly his grip on the shovel tightened. The person before him stood about 5’4”, and weighed, Martin guessed, about 105-110 pounds. The person lifted the hood off of her head and said, “I don’t know if you remember me, but I think you helped me out the other morning. Martin, right?”
“Megan?” Martin questioned.
“Yes.”
“How did you make out?”
“Frost bitten cheeks and fingertips, but they are healing,” she said. “I saw you and I recognized the truck. I’m sorry if I startled you.”
“It’s alright,” he told her. “Like I said to you the other day, it’s not the nicest part of town. Were you able to get another ID and into a shelter?”
“Yeah, I did, thank you,” she told him.
“How can I help you today?” Martin asked.
“No, nothing like that,” she said. “I just wanted to say thank you, again, and see if I could help you.”
“How do you want to help me?”
She took the shovel from him, and got to work on the snow in front of it.
“I’ll finish this up, you can dust off the rest of your car,” she said as she started moving the snow. In a half hour, everything was all done, and he could get in and out of his spot easily.
“Thank you,” Martin said as they both looked at their work.
“It was the least I could do,” Megan replied.
“My turn to show my appreciation,” he said. “Come on up.”
Martin led her up the 3 flights of stairs to his apartment and inside. He asked her to take a seat on the couch and relax, and offered her a cup of something hot to drink. “I have coffee, tea, hot chocolate…”
“Hot chocolate sounds good,” Megan said, and Martin put the kettle on to boil as he prepared 2 mugs.
When it was ready, he set them on the table and Megan took her seat. The 2 of them sat and talked for a while, finding out how each of them grew up, the difference in their generations(Martin is 42, Megan is 25), when Martin finally asked the question that had been bothering him from the day he picked her up.
“Why do you need to go to a shelter?”
“That started when my ex-boyfriend threw me out of our apartment,” she said. “It was about a month ago. I went out to the store for groceries, and when I was halfway there, I noticed I forgot my phone with my list on it. I turned around and went back to our apartment. I walked in the door, and heard moaning from the bedroom. I crept to the door and slowly opened it to find him fucking the neighbor from across the hall. I should have known. She was always over at our place, and very ‘friendly’ toward him, if you know what I mean.”
Martin gave a laugh and said, “Yeah, I do.”
“So, we got into a huge fight. He said I didn’t do anything to contribute to the bills of the apartment, which was true, as I didn’t have a job, his choice, by the way, so he threw me out.”
“How have you been getting by?”
“Friends, mostly,” she explained. “I came here to find work, and had a job interview, but with the storm hitting, they shut down the buses and subway, so I was stuck here. I just kept walking around, because the police shooed me away from the train station, so I couldn’t stay there. That morning, I was asking every car I could get to if they would help me out, and then, one did. My angel. I got checked out, was able to call my friend from the hospital, who was nice enough to come down here and get me later that day. And now, I’ve come here to find you to say thank you.”
“How’d the interview go?” Martin asked.
“Very well, thank you,” Megan told him. “I got the job and start tomorrow. It’s the little coffee shop up the street. Come by and I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”
“I might have to take you up on that,” Martin told her with a smile.
“You better,” she said. “Either that, or I’ll just have to deliver it, since I now know where you live.” She gave him a wink and a smile.
They finished up their mugs and Martin offered to drive her home. She took him up on it, as she didn’t feel like taking the bus. They made the 10 minute trip across town, and as Megan got out of the truck, she gave Martin a kiss on the cheek.
As usually happens in New England every couple of years, the region was locked into a weather pattern where every 2-3 days, another winter storm was dropping anywhere from 2-in. of snow to 12-inches. Martin called in to work on that Friday, opting to stay off of the roads as another 10” was expected to fall. He was watching the weather reports at about noon, seeing if they had updated the snow totals, again, when there was a knock on his door. Not really getting many visitors, Martin walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole. Standing on the other side of the door was Megan.
He opened the door and asked, “What are you doing here?”
“This damn storm has stranded me, again,” she told him. “They shut down the buses and trains. A cab is just too damn expensive. Do you mind if I wait this out with you, here?”
“Of course not. Come on, in.”
She let the backpack she was carrying fall next to the couch as she took off her coat. Martin noticed she was still in the waitress uniform from the coffee shop.
“You haven’t stopped in, yet,” she said to him.
“Your shop isn’t open until I am already at work,” he explained. “I was going to go in tomorrow for breakfast.”
Megan looked at him skeptically, then said, “I’ll accept that…for now.”
They spent the afternoon watching TV, and the snow fall outside. The snow was supposed to stop around 6pm, so at 5:30, Martin turned on the news again, only to find out that the storm had grown even more intense and the snow totals for his area was now 24”.
“What the fuck?!” he barked at the TV.
Megan laughed at him.
“Not a fan of snow, huh?”
“No, the snow I love,” he said. “It’s the shoveling and the god damned plow guy that I hate.”
Just then, the governor was giving a press conference, declaring a state of emergency, which meant that no one was allowed on the roads, unless they were essential.
“Looks like you’re stuck here,” Martin said to her.
“I’ve been stuck in worse places,” she replied. “Do you have something I can use to whip up something for us for dinner?”
“I’ve got some ground beef in the fridge,” he said. “I was going to use it to make a chili.”
“That will take too long,” she said to him. “I could use it to make a meatloaf. Do you like meatloaf?”
“I do.”
“OK, then. It’s settled.”
Martin watched Megan as she got to work in the kitchen. He asked several times if there was anything he could do to help, and her only reply was for him to get out of her way and sit down. He did as he was told but continued to watch her work. He especially liked when she bent over to put the pan in the oven. The way she was turned in his little kitchen gave him a clear view of her backside. He had to admit that she had a very nice build, and one of the most amazing asses he had ever seen. It caused his member to twitch a little. Megan turned around and Martin quickly averted his eyes, but she could tell he had been checking her out, and she knew that she really wanted him to.
An hour later, they were sitting at the table, eating an excellent meal. Martin did the dishes, telling Megan to go sit down after she offered to help for the 4th time. He told her since she made dinner, he would clean up. They spent the rest of the night watching movies and finished it up by watching the news, learning that the snow should stop falling around 4am. Megan grabbed her backpack and asked Martin if she could take a shower. He showed her how to use the shower, got her a fresh towel, and left to let her get undressed. As she was in the shower, Martin went to his linen closet and got a couple of blankets and pillows and set up the couch for himself. Megan came out of the bathroom in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. With the way her breasts were moving under her shirt, Martin figured Megan wasn’t wearing a bra. Megan looked at the couch and saw the blankets and pillows all set up.
“You didn’t have to do that for me,” she said to him. “I would have made it up myself.”
“This isn’t for you. It’s for me. You get the bedroom.”
“No way!” she said to him. “This is your place. I’m stranded here, and I appreciate you letting me stay through the storm, but I will not kick you out of your own bed. I’ll take the couch.”
“No,” Martin said. “This couch is old and lumpy, and wicked uncomfortable. You can’t sleep on it.”
“It’s fine. I’ve been sitting my fat ass on it all day.”
“You don’t have a fat ass,” Martin laughed.
“Oh, so you’ve been checking out my ass, huh?”
“I….err….,” Martin was speechless.
“It’s alright,” Megan told him. “I think I have a nice ass, too. If I were a guy, I’d be checking it out. So, what do you think?” With that, she turned her back to him, and stuck her ass out a little bit.
“I think it’s amazing,” Martin admitted.
“Glad you like it. Now, back to the couch. I can sleep on it. It’s fine. You go to your room and get some sleep. I really don’t mind.”
“But I do,” Martin insisted.
“That’s just something you’ll have to get over,” Megan said to him. With that she gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Really, I don’t mind. Now, off to bed with you,” and she gave him a quick peck on the lips.
Martin didn’t know what to do, so he slowly turned and headed to his room. He got undressed and slid under the covers. Usually, Martin sleeps in the nude, but with Megan in the other room, he felt it would be better if he had on PJ bottoms, in case he had to get up in the middle of the night and make a trip to the bathroom. Martin settled into his bed, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep within minutes.
Martin had some crazy dreams that night. He dreamt he was back in his parent’s basement with his girlfriend from high school, and they were making out with heavy petting and everything. He was feeling his girlfriend up through her shirt, but he could feel her nipple getting hard with his touch. He pulled her shirt out of her pants, and was running his hand along her stomach while she was rubbing his throbbing hard on through his checkered pajamas. He watched as she reached through the hole in the fly and pulled out his ridged member. Martin looked down and watched as his girlfriend took him all the way into her mouth, only now it wasn’t his girlfriend, and he wasn’t in the basement anymore. His ex-wife was blowing him, and he was in their bed. Martin was coherent enough to think it must have been his birthday, because that was the only time she did this, before he felt her lips wrap around him. He let out a loud moan as she made her way back up his cock, and his hand went to her back, running up to her head, then back down to her ass. He felt her moan around his shaft, which was something she had never done before. She hated giving him head, which is why he only got it on his birthday. This was, by far, her best effort, and she wasn’t complaining about it. Martin felt her hand massage his balls, and he groaned in pleasure once more. After a few more minutes of her head bobbing up and down his length, Martin felt his balls starting to draw up, and he knew he was going to cum soon.
“I’m gonna blow, baby,” he whispered, giving her the warning she always asked for.
“Mmmm-hmm,” was the only response he got.
Martin woke up in time to feel himself cumming into a warm, wet mouth. He looked down and saw Megan’s lips locked around the head of his hard cock, one hand lightly massaging his testicles, and the other slowly running up and down his shaft, milking all the sperm he had to offer her. She moaned as each spurt hit the back of her throat, sending vibrations all through Martin. He felt his hand on her ass and gave it a squeeze. In appreciation, Megan wiggled her rear under his hand. As the last of his cum dribbled out of him and into Megan’s mouth, Martin slid his hand under the waistband of her sweatpants. Megan, sensing his orgasm was over, gave the head of his dick a kiss, swallowed the huge mouthful of cum, then licked his shaft from top to bottom and back. She saw a couple of drops that fell from her lips on his body, and slowly licked them up, looking into his eyes as she did so.
“That was fuckin’ amazing,” Martin said breathlessly.
“Thank you,” Megan returned with a smile, and then she kissed the head of his softening prick again.
“Why?” Martin asked.
“I’ve wanted to do that from the moment you dropped me off at the hospital that day,” she said. “I had been walking all over this neighborhood looking for the truck of the guy who saved me. My angel. I was about to head back to the train station and go home when I recognized the truck. When I saw it really was you, I was so happy.” She gave his cock another kiss and lick. “When you took me to my friend’s house that day, I was so tempted to have you pull into a parking garage and I was just going to surprise you and whip it out and start blowing you, but I got cold feet. Tonight, though, seemed like the perfect time. I lay on that couch for 3 hours, making sure you were sleeping before coming in here.”
“It was a bit of a shock, I’m not going to lie,” Martin said as he gave her ass a squeeze. “I would love to return the favor, though.” Martin started to pull the waistband of her sweat pants down before Megan stopped him.
“I would love that, too, but, now’s not the best time.”
“Ahhhh,” Martin said with a knowing smile. “Auntie Flow.”
“Yup, and she is a raving bitch at the moment,” Megan said. “Next weekend, though, maybe I can get stranded here, again.”
Megan crawled up the bed, got under the covers, and laid her head on Martin’s chest. They fell asleep that night just like that, both looking forward to the future.
