Feeling clean and warm, Maggie stepped out of the shower and glanced at herself in the mirror. She turned this way and that, studying her naked form. No man had seen her naked in over a decade and that thought made her panic. Especially since she knew Brad was used to seeing women with perfect bodies. Suddenly self-conscious she wondered if this was a good idea; that maybe she was not ready to be with him. Brad interrupted her thoughts by calling out, “Pizza’s ready!”
Maggie quickly threw the robe on and headed out to the living area. When she walked in, she saw Brad had a fire going and had set the table. He had filled two glasses with wine and the pizza was in the middle of the table. “Bon appetite!” he remarked.
Maggie smiled and walked over to sit down. Brad looked at her robe. “Interesting fashion choice for tonight's dinner,” he smirked.
Maggie blushed, knowing she had nothing on underneath and that thought made her feel exposed. “My clothes were wet and--” she started.
“I’m only giving you a hard time. I like you with no makeup and your hair undone. I can finally see the real you and it’s rather breathtaking,” Brad replied, his voice low and husky.
Maggie blushed all over. She had no idea if this was the womanizer speaking or if what he said was true. Either way, he had a way of making her feel beautiful and she had not felt like that in a long time. Maggie grabbed a slice of pizza and put it on her plate. She took a sip of wine and let the warm liquid calm her nerves. She had been on dates with Brad all weekend but none of them felt like this. Without the cameras, lights, and T.V. crew, this felt natural and she liked it.
When they had finished the last of the pizza and polished off the bottle of wine, they grabbed a second bottle from underneath the counter and headed over to the couch. Maggie could feel the effects of the wine as she sat down on the couch next to Brad. The alcohol had helped to curb her inhibitions enough that when she sat down, and the bottom of her robe opened up enough to expose her bare thigh she didn’t even notice. Brad, on the other hand, did. Maggie glanced down in the direction of his gaze and made no effort to correct her robe.
Brad wasn’t sure how to proceed. He had been with more women in his life than he could possibly count, but Maggie was different. All he wanted to do was reach out and take her here on the couch, but he held back. He wanted to make sure this was what she truly wanted. Brad opened his mouth to speak, when Maggie cut him off.
“I’m not sure if this is the wine speaking or not, but I want you,” Maggie purred. “I want you so bad, and I haven’t felt like this since--” Maggie stopped speaking, she was not ready to say Isaac’s name out loud.
All Brad heard was ‘I want you’ and he had his answer. He leaned in hovering over Maggie, his mouth descending down on hers. One foot was on the floor holding him up, while the other leg was placed in between her legs, parting them. Maggie could feel his hard thigh pressing against hers. His knee inches from her mound. Brad parted her lips with his, kissing her plump mouth, while with hand reached down to touch her naked, exposed thigh.
Maggie’s leg jerked when he touched her. Brad stopped not sure if he should proceed or if that was a signal that she didn’t want him to touch her. But Maggie kept kissing him back, so he figured it was safe to continue to explore with his hand. His fingers began to knead and massage her thigh muscle, while his tongue tasted hers. His hand trailed up the side of her hip and he noticed she was wearing nothing underneath.
Brad released her mouth from his and leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Do you want to move this to the bedroom, where we might be a little more comfortable?”
Maggie came out of her wine fog. She knew this was the moment. She could either stop everything right now and it would all be over, or she could say yes and enjoy what they had started. Either way it was too late, Maggie had fallen for Brad as hard as she tried not to. He had her heart in his hands and it was up to him if he would break it or not.
Maggie nodded yes. Brad stood up and held out his hand to assist her up. She could see the pure lust in his eyes, and it excited her. No one had looked at her like that in forever and she could feel her body respond to his gaze. Her slick folds were ready for him even if she wasn’t sure she was mentally. She told herself this has to be like riding a bike, once you’ve done it you never forget how to do it again.
Brad led her back to the room. He turned on the gas fireplace to warm the room up and the light from the flames cast a warm glow over the space. Maggie shivered as Brad stepped closer, placing his hands on the robe’s belt to untie it. “Cold?” he asked, seeing her body tremble.
“It’s...I haven’t been--” Maggie tried to tell him it had been a long time since she had slept with someone.
Brad placed a finger to her lips. “Don’t worry. We’ll go slow,” he murmured and replaced his finger with his lips.
Brad slowly pulled the robe from her shoulder, exposing the bare flesh. He placed his finger on the curve of her collarbone and traced it with his fingertips. The feeling of his hand touching her warm skin was intoxicating. Maggie let out a low moan as his finger trailed from her collarbone down to her breast. Brad pressed the palm of his hand against the round firm mound and cupped it in his hand. His mouth continued to mold to hers, while his hand caressed her breast.
Maggie could feel her slick walls throb, ready to have him inside her. But Brad was going to take his time. He hadn’t made love properly to a woman in years; always ready to get his own needs met, never really caring if the woman was satisfied. Brad wanted Maggie to feel the same pleasure that he felt with each touch and caress. He pulled away long enough to take off his sweater.
Maggie watched with an appreciative gaze as he removed his sweater. She gaped at his ripped abs and lean muscular form. She reached out to touch his firm, smooth chest and let her fingers trail down to the sharp V the formed at the base of his pants. Her hands continued like they had a mind of their own as they grabbed the top button of his pants, undid the button and unzipped them, dying to see what treasure lay beneath. Maggie licked her lower lip in anticipation as Brad stripped the jeans and boxers from his body.
Brad said nothing as she reached out to touch his engorged member. Maggie looked up and held his gaze as she wrapped her hand around his thick cock. Her heart pounded, enjoying the feel of the pulsing rod in her hand and also a bit terrified that he would be too big for her. Brad could sense her hesitation and if he had read her mind he huskily replied, “I promise, we’ll fit.”
Maggie let go of him and walked over to the bed to lay down, her robe falling off completely which allowed Brad to finally get a full view of her body. She was nervous that Brad wouldn’t be as turned on by her as she was by him. Her stomach was flat, but soft. Her hips a little wider and her butt was round and full. She didn’t have large breasts, but they were firm and high, her light pink nipples were perfectly fitted to her breast size.
Brad stood and gazed at her naked form lying in front of him. She was more beautiful naked than he had imagined. It took everything he had to control himself and not immediately plunge deep into her. He could stand there and stare at her all night enjoying the view. Seeing he had unnerved her a bit as she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Maggie maneuvered a little to try and pull the sheets up over top of her body. Brad reached out his hand to stop her. “I want to see you. Don’t ever cover yourself again,” he growled.
Brad positioned himself in the bed next to her and began to trace his hands over her breasts, stomach, and hips. Maggie’s flesh felt like it was on fire from the heat rising up. Every touch excited her and made her mad for more. She wanted to experience his mouth on her breasts, her stomach and to feel his tongue lap at her folds. Maggie squirmed and wiggled underneath his touch, until she couldn’t take anymore. She grabbed his hand and placed it as the base of her entrance. Brad smiled wickedly at her and then he bent his head down and took her pert nibble in his mouth. His finger slipped inside her as he slid it in and out, adding a second, and then a third.
Maggie arched her back, and moaned as he suckled her breast, teasing the pink fruit. No longer thinking and only enjoying the sensations that overcame her body, Maggie bucked her hips upwards meeting each thrust of his fingers, while his thumb rubbed and pressed the small nub of pleasure. Maggie could feel she was close to coming. She growled in his ear, not wanting to ride the waves of pleasure alone. “Do you have a condom?” she asked.
Brad said nothing and only rolled off her body. Maggie saw him fish around on the floor for his jeans for a moment and he held up a plastic wrapper. Maggie laughed, “I don’t know if I should be annoyed or elated that you have one on you at all times!”
Brad winked. “Always be prepared is my motto,” he replied. Maggie rolled her eyes not wanting to think about how many times he’s had to be “prepared” in the last several years. She just knew that he was here with her right now and he wanted her. That was all she needed for tonight.
Brad quickly put the condom on and rolled back on top of Maggie. He sealed his mouth to hers as he thrust deep inside her. Maggie’s head rolled back as her body stretched to accommodate his girth. The moment he entered her; she almost came. She had never had such a feeling during sex. She couldn’t explain the completeness she felt as he slowly began to rock back and forth inside her. With each movement, her body trembled. When she thought she could no longer stand being on the edge of ecstasy, he gave one final thrust. Brad and Maggie both cried out as the waves of euphoria racked throughout their bodies.
Brad's body fell limply on top of Maggie as they both tried to catch their breath. Brad lay on top of her with his head next to hers. He quietly whispered into her ear, “I’ve never felt that before.”
Maggie smiled to herself. She felt the same and with that notion she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 11
Brad woke to the sun shining in through the window. Last night now felt like a million miles away and the only thing that told him it had even happened at all, was seeing Maggie’s naked backside lying next to him in bed. Brad smiled inwardly, remembering the feel of her body next to his. Brad reached out and placed his finger on Maggie’s lower back and traced a line from her back over her round ass to the back of her thigh.
He had been with a lot of women in his lifetime, and in this moment, he was content to never have anyone other than her. He wondered if she felt the same way. Maggie had been so closed off until this weekend, when he finally got to see a glimpse of who she truly was. And after talking to Carl he started to understand why she was standoffish. Like him, Maggie had been hurt. Only she didn’t know how badly he had been hurt by love, even though he knew about her past. Brad had promised not to tell her anything of what Carl had told him yesterday in the bar. And he planned to keep it that way.
Now he needed to figure out if he should open up his heart to her. He had started to tell her a little about himself that day in the shop, but then he shut down. Brad wasn’t sure he could trust her. Christy had burned him badly. But he had to admit he enjoyed his time with Maggie and didn’t want that to come to an end anytime soon. And that was a first for him in a long time. Normally, he was fine to have a good time and move on, but that wasn’t how he felt with Maggie. He wanted her again and soon.
Maggie started to stir as Brad continued to absentmindedly trace circles on her delicate skin. Yawning, she stretched and rolled over completely forgetting she was still naked. She smiled up at Brad, who was lying there staring at her with a lustful gaze in his eyes. Then realization hit and Maggie reached over to grab the covers to conceal herself. The liquid courage had worn off and now she wasn’t so confident.
Brad grabbed her hand and stopped her from hiding underneath the sheets. “Don’t. I like looking at you,” he cooed.
Maggie blushed. But she let the blanket go from her hand and rolled in towards Brad. “You do? Well then, I guess I’ll have to stay this way a bit longer,” she purred, the thought of their lovemaking still on her mind.
Brad caught her meaning and felt his lower half stir with desire. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her shoulder, then her arm and back up to her lips. Maggie moaned as his hand reached behind her and he engulfed her in his embrace. Pulling her in closer so their bodies were one, he kissed her deeply. Maggie sighed and her body relaxed as she reached out to touch his already hard cock. “I see someone is excited this morning,” she jested.
“Can you blame me?” he murmured and kissed her again, this time with an insatiable hunger.
Maggie used her hand and stroked and pulled on his shaft as they kissed, their tongues touching and chasing each other. Maggie felt her walls getting slick and couldn’t wait any longer to have him inside her again. Brad grabbed the other condom he had placed on the nightstand next to the bed last night and quickly placed it on. Then, turning back over, he rolled on top of Maggie and sank himself deep inside her. Maggie exhaled with pleasure as he filled her.
Maggie straddled him while she raked her nails over his muscular chest and ripped abs. She leaned down to kiss the hard muscles, her mouth seeking out his taut nipple. Maggie nipped and bit at the erect bud as Brad sighed with pleasure.
Maggie sat back up and Brad reached out and grabbed her hips in between his hands, guiding her body with each thrust. Maggie’s head lobbed back as she rode him with unabandoned pleasure. When Brad thrust back and forth once more and found his release joining her cries of ecstasy.
Maggie fell over to the side next to Brad and lay on her side staring at the ceiling while she caught her breath. “Do we really need to leave?” she asked, enjoying this small piece of heaven they had found. “Well, as much as I don’t want to, I'm sure the Millers will be here soon, and they’ll be a little upset we have eaten their food and all. Plus, won’t your dad be worried about you? I mean, we didn’t return last night...I’m guessing they’re out searching for us right now,” Brad reminded her.
Maggie knew he was right. They’d needed to get going and make their way back to the lodge. She sighed and stated, “I know you’re right. Should we leave the Millers a note and thank them for the wine?” Maggie laughed.
Thirty minutes later, they were dressed and ready to go. Brad had tried the phone again, but the line was still down. He wasn’t sure where they were on the property and hoped to find a map that would help them figure out which direction to walk to get back to the main lodge. But he couldn’t find one, so he hoped that they’d just follow the trail and make their way back. Brad went to step outside, when he opened the door and noticed that the snow had piled so high there was no way they were getting out of the cabin. “Maggie,” he yelled.
Maggie came running out of the bedroom and grabbed her jacket off the chair, when Brad held up his hand. “No need,” he started and then opened the door for her to see the three feet of snow blocking them in. “Even if we crawl out there is no way we can make it back to the trail. The snow is too high to walk through.”
“So, now what?” Maggie asked, concerned. Even though the thought of being trapped with Brad for another night was rather appealing, she knew her father had to be worried out of his mind. But there was nothing they could do but sit and wait for someone to come find them.
“Now, we just wait. Todd will have people out searching as soon as they can. They’ll find us and at least we have enough food and wine for a week,” he pointed to the kitchen, “and we’re in a warm cabin. Plus, I’ve a feeling we can find ways to entertain ourselves until someone comes,” he smiled wickedly.
“How many condoms do you carry on you at all times?!” Maggie asked exuberantly.
Brad smiled playfully, “Seems like Evelyn made sure the Millers had everything they needed. I’ll make sure to give this resort a five-star review once we leave.”
Maggie laughed out loud and walked over to Brad. “Well then, what are you waiting for? We have nothing else to do all day,” Maggie stated and grabbed his hand to lead him back to the bedroom.
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The night before, Todd had
sat at the bar waiting for Brad and Maggie to come back. After two hours had gone by and they still hadn’t arrived, he started to panic. Todd tried calling Brad’s phone for the fifth time and it went straight to voicemail again. Hoping that maybe they had come in through a different door, Todd went to the lobby to have the hotel clerk call his room. When he walked up to the desk, there was an older gentleman already there frantically asking about his daughter.
“Sir, can you please call again? She hasn’t answered her cell phone and when I went to her room she didn’t answer. I’m really worried with the weather getting bad outside and no one from the production crew has seen her,” Carl stated.
Todd touched the man on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” he said.
Carl turned around, his face was stricken with worry and concern. “I’ll just be a few more minutes, I can’t find my--”
“...Your daughter Maggie?” Todd asked.
Carl’s face lit up. “You know Maggie? Where is she?”
“I... I know Maggie, but I’m not sure where she is. I’m looking for Brad too,” Todd informed him.
“So, they’re together?” Carl asked, seeming a little less worried to know at least she wasn’t alone.
“Yes. They decided to ski back after their last date, but I haven’t seen either of them return. His phone keeps going to voicemail,” Todd told him.
Carl’s face went from joy to worry again. He turned back to the young man at the hotel desk. “Please, someone needs to go out and look for my daughter, she’s missing somewhere out in that storm,” Carl cried out frantically.
“Sir, no one’s going to be able to go out in this storm, we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to send--” he started to tell Carl, when Evelyn came rushing up to the desk.
“Oh, Carl, I just heard that Maggie’s missing,” she stated desperately.
“Evelyn, I need someone to go look for Maggie. What if she’s hurt? I can’t lose her,” he pleaded.
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