Christmas Surprise

It was a fantastic day! There was no wind, and while the temperature was a crisp twenty-nine degrees, it didn't feel like it with the sun shining, especially the way it made the new fallen snow glisten. My wife and I happily shoveled the drive together, enjoying the first truly white Christmas in several years. It was the twenty-fourth, and we were enjoying the holiday season, getting ready for the kids and grandkids to show up for the big holiday gathering. The tree was long since up, as well as the lights strung over the house and around the yard. The packages were wrapped and under the tree. Our chores were done with hours to spare, so we felt pretty good taking a short break after shoveling to have, of all things, a snowball fight.

We might have been married for thirty years, but we still knew how to have fun with each other like kids, and a good packing snow was nothing to shy away from.

Snowballs flew back and forth, both of us laughing like the kids we felt like. I couldn't think of a better way to spend the day! I threw a snowball that impacted right on my wife's cute ass as she was bent over packing another to throw at me. She squealed loudly as I ducked around the corner of the garage. I scooped up more snow and carefully packed another ball, waiting for her to come around the corner chasing me. I waited...and waited. Finally I peeked around the corner of the garage, expecting to get a face full of snow. To my horror, I saw my wife on her knees, her hands pressed to her chest, a grimace that looked to be a mixture of pain and surprise on her face as she looked up at me. She slowly toppled over into the snowbank she was kneeling in, laying motionless.

It took me a few moments to realize that she wasn't playing, trying to draw me out so she could plaster me with another snow ball. It was something she had playfully done once before. No, this time was different. I raced to her side and knelt in the snow, reaching her as her eyes fluttered a few times and then closed.

It turned out to be the worst Christmas of my life. A sudden Myocardial infarction they said. No real reason, her heart just decided to stop, they told me. Probably a small nerve problem they hadn't found, but any hope of revival was lost when the ambulance, due to the previous night's snow, took more than forty-five minutes to get there. I did my best to give her CPR. But in the end, she was just as gone as if I hadn't.

Christmas had never been the same since. I tried my best to put on a smile and celebrate, for the sake of the kids and grandkids. The little ones didn't deserve to have Christmas ruined for the rest of their lives.

Each year I got out the tree and put it up, but inside...well inside was hollow. This was the fourth time I'd gone through the ritual without her. It was still two days until Christmas. I had the shopping done, but it just wasn't the same. I still had some wrapping to do, but some of the larger packages had eaten up all the paper I had left. I wasn't about to let my granddaughter have an unwrapped box. My wife would roll over in her grave at such a slight. So off to the store I went at a rather late ten thirty at night.

I wasn't worried about getting there, even though it was snowing heavily. My four wheel drive Silverado pickup truck would go through darn near anything. The cold didn't bother me that much, I'd just put on another layer. No, what did bother me was that four years before, my wife would have been riding with me, laughing and cracking jokes about the few idiot drivers trying to make a go of it in the fresh snow with little front wheel drive squash box cars. Yeah, she would have enjoyed seeing the number of cars stuck in the parking lots as I drove into town.

This close to Christmas I expected Walmart to be a bit busier. I wasn't the only car in the lot, but I could count them without having to take my socks and shoes off. I walked in, got my paper, headed out into the snow, and headed home, toasty warm in the cab as the snow blew across the road in front of me.

The roads were, predictably, worse the farther from town I got. I turned onto the gravel road that was a shortcut to our house, went down the hill, barely even able to see the low-water bridge at the bottom through the blowing snow.

Now, I'm from the great north. You know, where the snow starts in October, and you don't see the grass again until March or April. So for me, what they were calling a blizzard was, well, just a heavy snow flurry. It didn't surprise me that people here had trouble with the snow, it just didn't snow and stick like that. If there was snow on the ground for a whole day, it was newsworthy.

I eased down the hill, expecting to have a few slips and slides, even in my four wheel drive, as I hit the washboard section near the base of the hill. I was more than ready for it. What I wasn't ready for was finding a car crossways, half on and half off the road, on the low-water bridge. I grabbed all the brakes that I could in these conditions and slid to a stop less than two feet from the ill-fated vehicle. I could easily go around it, but the good Samaritan in me said to stop and check to see if they needed help. I pulled my coat tight, zipped it, pulled my hat down low to brace against the wind and stepped out, making my way to the car, which I could now see was teetering on the edge of the concrete bridge. It wasn't like it would fall far, the water was only two feet below the edge of the bridge, and the pool of water, only three or so feet deep. Enough to make a mess of a car, but not enough to be overly dangerous, unless of course you decided to go for a midnight swim in the fifteen degree wind.

"Holy shit!" I muttered to myself as I stepped around the car and found the mostly frozen form of a young woman. The water that clearly soaked her clothing was starting to freeze her into a block of ice. She had to have fallen into the water and pulled herself up and out, only to sit and freeze. I reached down and was surprised to see her look up, her face ashen and her trembling lips blue.

"hhhhhhelpppppp mmmmmmmeeeeee?" she stuttered amid her uncontrollable shaking.

"Oh Lord," I said again, reaching down to scoop her up from the pavement. It was like picking up an ice block. Her clothes were stiff from ice and liquid water dripped from her as I carried her towards the passenger side of the truck. Walking on icy concrete is NEVER a good thing to do. Walking on icy concrete that is sloped is even less intelligent, but it was what was needed to reach the passenger side of the truck. I almost made it too, before one foot slipped and I went down on one knee, trying my best to cushion the fall of the woman in my arms. I rolled to keep her from slamming into the concrete and ice, slowly sliding down the short slope into the water running across the concrete bridge. "SHEEEEIT!" I cried as the liquid ice flowed into my pants and coat from every gap it could find. It wasn't deep, only six inches or so, but that was enough. I scrambled out of the water as fast as I could, which wasn't all that fast with the young woman laying on top of me. In fact, it took me three attempts before I had the two of us up on the snow covered gravel.

The wind was cold, but it was one hell of a lot colder now that I was soaked. Not nearly as wet as she was, but close to it. It looked to me like she'd gone all the way under, her hair frozen into an uncontrollable mat of hair and ice. I unceremoniously stuffed her into passenger side of my Silverado and then made my way around to the driver's side. I slipped in and cranked the heater to max as well as the heated seats. No matter how much heat the truck pumped out, it just didn't feel like enough.

"We gotta get you warm. I can take you to the house. It's only about two miles."

"Shshshshshshshure," she chattered. I don't actually think she cared one way or the other where we went. She was so hypothermic that I doubt she was thinking clearly anyway, and I was going to be pretty damn close behind if we didn't do something quickly. I pressed the little blue button on my mirror to call Onstar.

"Yes mister Knight. What can I do for you tonight?" the operator on the other end asked.

"Can you locate my vehicle please," I said, feeling my teeth start to chatter as the cold water did what cold water did.

"Yes sir. I have you."

"Good. There's a car slid into the creek. I want you to get a towing company out here and tow it to my house. I have the passenger, but she needs to get warmed up and we can't sit and wait for it," I said as I dropped the truck into gear.

"That's an unusual request, but I think we can manage that," he replied. "Is the address we have in file still correct?" he asked after reading off my home address.

"Yes," I answered.

"Do you have a preferred towing company?"

"Nope. Any one will do. It's partly blocking the road, so we don't want to leave it there." I said as I turned into my driveway.

"I understand sir. Given the weather, the towing company we are contacting is saying it could be a couple hours."

"Understood. Just have them drop it in my driveway and I'll take care of the bill in the morning," I answered him as I turned off the gravel road onto my driveway. "I'm going to hang up now. I need to get in and get warm," I said before reaching for the button and pressing the hang up on the steering wheel. I shut down the truck and walked around to the passenger side. She gave me no argument at all as I collected her from the seat and carried her towards the house. I practically never lock the door; we just don't have much crime out this far. So it wasn't hard to get the door open. I pushed through with her in my arms, kicked the door closed behind me and walked straight down the hall to the master bedroom. I turned on the light and walked us both into the big walk-in shower. I reached for the handle and turned it on, setting the temperature to something on the very warm side, but not boiling hot. Then I leaned against the wall and slid to the shower floor with her on my lap, the two of us under the spray.

I could feel the warm water seeping through my wet jacket and clothing, slowly spreading warmth. I was far from warm, which meant she was worse off. I decided to just sit and let the water do its thing for a while. After a while I felt her body stop shivering, which was a good sign. The whole bathroom was steamed up, but that was to be expected. I shifted her on my lap and gently started to undo her coat. She didn't resist or protest as I worked her coat zipper down and then worked her coat off of her, the spray now hitting directly on her thigh length knit shirt and some kind of stretchy pants.

"I think we better get you out of this," I said as I tried to work the sweater dress thing from between her butt and my lap. I finally got the material out from between us and worked it up her body. She lifted her arms, letting me pull it up and off of her, leaving her in just a bra above her waist. I tossed the dress onto her coat a few feet away and then leaned towards her while I worked my own coat off. Once I tossed it onto the pile, I leaned back against the wall again and she leaned over against me, resting her shoulder on my chest and her head on my shoulder. Her face still felt cold where it touched mine, the poor thing far from thawed out yet.

I held her sitting on my lap, my right hand stroking back and forth idly along her wet spandex pants thigh and my left stroking up and down her bare back, my fingers bouncing over the clasps holding her pink lace bra on. I really don't know what made me do it, but my fingers seemed to have a mind of their own at that moment. I paused my strokes and let my fingers deftly undo the little hooks holding the bra in place. The elastic snapped apart as the last hook was undone. I wasn't sure why I had done it, but I had. I let my fingers go back to stroking up and down her now completely bare back, my finger tips running up and down her spine from the waistband of her pants to her neck.

She shifted her weight slightly and pulled the bra off, sliding the loops down her arms. She tossed the bra onto the pile of clothing and then leaned back into me again, pressing her shoulder into my chest. I looked down at her chest, both firm mounds exposed, her pink nipples hard and erect, her areola puckered around them. Her hand moved to my right hand, gently resting on it, stopping it from stroking her leg. My mind immediately decided that I'd gone too far, which I certainly had. I didn't need to take her bra off to get her warmed up.

I felt her grasp my hand in both of hers, her cold hands squeezing it gently before her right hand released it. Her left slowly drew my hand up to her chest and then turned it so my palm faced her chest. She pressed my hand against her left breast, softly at first and then harder, pressing her hard nipple into my palm. Her firm breast filled my hand and then some. I couldn't help but gently squeeze and massage it. Once I started to do that, she released her hand from mine. She pulled her knees up making me think she was going to get up, but instead untied and took off her shoes. She pulled each off and then pulled the little ankle socks she had on off as well. She pushed herself upright on my lap, again making me think she was getting up. I slipped my hand off her breast and she immediately grasped my hand and slowly pulled it back, making sure I knew that she wanted it there. She moved her hand from mine and moved them to her waist.

She rocked her body side to side, slowly working her spandex pants down her hips, working the material from between us until she could push her spandex pants and pink panties down her legs. She pushed them all the way off and tossed them on the growing pile of clothing, leaving her completely naked on my lap.

Her hand moved to mine again as she leaned her shoulder back against my chest. She pulled my hand from her breast and slowly slid it downward, stroking it inch by inch down her stomach to her lap. She held it there, gently curling my fingers down between her thighs as she moved her legs apart, pressing the side of my pointer finger against her short blonde curls. She held my hand there until I started to rub my finger up and down, slowly working it between her protruding inner labia, feeling the warm, slick wetness of her pussy. Only then did she remove her hand from mine.

She reached to my face with that hand, resting two fingers on my chin and turning my face towards hers. She leaned her face the few short inches towards mine, her lips brushing mine tentatively for the briefest of moments, almost nervously. Then again, this time with more intent. She opened her lips and pressed them gently to mine, holding them to mine for seconds while her tongue gently teased my lips from between hers. She closed her lips and sucked my lower lip between hers and pulled her face away slightly, pulling my lip before letting it go. She moved her face towards mine again, kissing me slightly more forcefully this time. Her tongue was not only teasing my lips but coaxing them to spread so it could slip into my mouth. She teased my tongue with hers and we embraced that way for long seconds, many long seconds, my finger slowly stroking up and down her slit, the side of my finger rubbing over her clit.

The warm water had gone cool by the time we broke the soft kiss. She pulled from me and leaned enough to turn it off. She rolled from my lap without a word. I moved to try and get up, but she pressed both hands against my chest and swung her right leg over mine, so she was sitting on my lap facing me, her knees tucked under herself. She pulled my shirt from my pants and started to pull it up. I let her work it up and lifted my arms so she could pull it all the way up and off. She tossed it behind her onto the pile of wet clothes and sat on my lap, looking at me. She pressed both hands to my chest and gently massaged it, stroking her hands up and down my wet skin, slowly working lower and lower until her fingers were curling into the waist of my pants. She didn't look at my face, but instead looked down between her legs at the front of my pants and the significant bulge there. She moved her fingers to undo my belt and then the button of my pants. She paused for a moment and then worked the zipper down. She didn't look up at me again until she had her hands on my hips, her fingers curled unto the waistband of my pants and underwear.

The look was one of request. It was clear she was asking permission. I nodded slightly as I rocked my butt side to side, letting her work my soaked pants down over my butt until I could feel my bare cheeks against the heated tile floor. She worked my pants down my thighs, exposing my raging hard-on. She continued to pull my pants down, backing herself up as she did until she was sitting at my feet. She untied my shoes and pulled them off and then my pants and socks, leaving me as naked as she was.

She knee walked back up my legs until she was straddled over my lap again. She reached for my hands and moved them both to her breasts, pressing both palms to her hard nipples. I squeezed her firm tits as she let go of my hands. I felt her grasp my dick and gently rub my engorged head back and forth across her wet lips. She rubbed me between her inner labia, wetting my head with her slick juices as she slowly eased herself lower. I could feel my cock bouncing into the entrance to her vaginal depths and then felt her stop moving it, leaving it nestled inside her. I felt the pressure increase on my head and then suddenly slip inside her.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned softly as she held herself in place, just my head and an inch or two of my eight inches inside her. After several seconds she slowly pressed further down, forcing more of me into her incredibly tight pussy. She lowered herself a few inches and then lifted again, sliding up my shaft until only my head remained inside her. She slid down again, this time a little further. Up and down she moved, ever so slowly, working me deeper into her until I could feel her clit pressing against the base of my cock. She reached for the back of my head and pulled my face towards her right breast as she leaned towards me, clearly wanting me to suck on her nipple. I shifted my hand to expose the hard nub and let my tongue tease over and around it as she started to slide her soft wet depths up and down my shaft.

It had been years since I'd been with a woman in any way, let alone inside one. Her incredibly tight pussy was making the inevitable start to race forward, to build faster than I was able to control. Up and down she bounced, her hips rocking at the same time, almost as if she were intentionally trying to make me climax. Each stroke felt slightly different as she changed the angle of her pelvis. I could see on her face the excitement, the lust and desire, but also a determination. She held her lower lip between her teeth as she moved on me, almost as if she were trying to hold back her own climax. I quickly realized that was exactly what she was doing. I could feel her vaginal walls start to clench and squeeze me as she rode up and down my shaft, her own orgasm trying to push through.

The feeling of the beginnings of her orgasm pushed me over the edge of my own. I felt my body spasm, my hips trying fruitlessly to lift off the floor towards her as the first surge of cum lanced up into her pussy.

"AHHH!" she gasped loudly as she pushed hard down on me, forcing my head all the way to her cervix and her clit against the base of my cock. Her body shuddered and trembled as my cock unloaded shot after shot of cum into her. She pulled her chest away, pulling her nipple from my mouth, leaning back so that I could see her whole sexy body as she climaxed on my cock.

I sat panting, my dick still twitching inside her, her pussy still occasionally clenching around me. She panted as heavily as I was, her eyes looking down at me in a look that I could only describe as satisfied. I lost track of how long we sat like that before my dick had completely softened.