A very cold night

The night had thrown its cloak over the sky, small holes in the fabric allowed tiny sparkles from stars to shine through. Standing at a window I was thinking about having to drive home when everything was done. It was late and the winter air had become bitterly cold. Looking out I could only see blackness settled on the white of the snow. The moon was there, but behind me, and the tiny stars seemed so very far away.

I felt very alone that night; it was probably the freezing cold that made me feel that way. Scanning the building across the field I hoped to see the man who worked around the chemical stacks. All summer I would catch glimpses of him, before the nights had become to dark to see. I used to watch him late at night, sometimes he was climbing the scaffold, and my heart would almost stop as he got higher up. I was so afraid he might fall. I remembered the few times that I stood at my car getting ready to leave and he was way up on the scaffold, he spotted me looking at him. Even though we were far from each other I swear I could see him grin. It got to be a game with us, I would be ready to go, but always stopped to look and see if he was there. If he was I would wave and he would grin, a big gloved hand would wave back. I knew there was no chance at seeing him that night it was just too dark.

Pulling my gaze from the window, shivering, I didn't want to go out to my car. I hate the cold and detest the way its icy fingers find their way into my clothes. Having finished my work, I began to gather my things. The mop and pail, the tray of cleaners, the vacuum, all had to go.

After putting on my coat, I ran out to start the car so that it could heat while I loaded my things in. There were no lights that night; it was just to cold for the ballasts. It was the lack of any illumination that caught my attention; it was so dark, so cold. I couldn't remember it ever being that frigid before. My eyes looked out across the field beyond, seeking something warm. The stacks at the plant gusted plumes of flame and smoke. It was the illusion of heat I was looking for when I saw it shimmering in the distance. It danced and glowed; like a sphere consisting of a million tiny crystals. I just stood staring, unable to move, and mesmerized. The steam from the stack had turned into frozen units of dazzling entities. The thousands of tiny ice crystals glanced off the moon light making a spectacular show. The exhaust stacks from the chemical plant threw an occasional flame into the air and the crystals would melt and then reform. It was quite the site and I was compelled to go closer. It isn't everyday you get to see something so unusual, and in my case, not even every night.

I rummaged for gloves and a hat in the car. I drew my coat tight around my body, and went trudging past the yard and into the field. Not having gone more than 100 feet my toes were already feeling the cold. My face was numb; the icy fingers of the weather were working their way inside my coat. I kept going though despite the temperature. It was a big thing for me to walk through the snow, I hated it with a passion that runs deep'I wasn't sure I could make it all the way to the chemical plant, but I wanted to see the display up close.

If it hadn't been for that man, I never would have gone all the way. I had always toyed with the idea of meeting him, but didn't expect to see him there that night. My frozen body warmed at the sight of seeing him staring up at the same entity that had drawn me.

As I got closer I could see he was dressed better for the weather than I. His coat was thick and bulky, and a tiny bit of hair peeked out from the cap on his head. His hands were covered by thick leather gloves that seemed huge against the black background of night. About 30 feet away he noticed me. The look of incredulity on his face was amusing. I forgot just how cold it was as I came up closer and watched his eyes get bigger with disbelief.

'Lady you can't be here, it's not safe,' he said and held up his hand as if to stop me.

I smiled at the craziness of the situation, it was after midnight, easily the coldest night of the year and here I was trudging through a field with boots that barely met the minimum requirements for walking on snow. My hat and gloves were a joke.

'Don't worry I'll only be a minute, I just had too see this up close,' I said as my hand waved up towards the glimmering, dancing crystals.

'Yeah it's great eh? I've been working here for years and only saw this once before. When it gets this cold the steam actually freezes and you get this effect.'

The manifestation was too brilliant for either of us to care much about what was safe. I could see him relax while we stood together watching the twinkling shower of light. A flame raced up the stack and then suddenly it was gone.

I think it was then that he noticed me really looked to see who was there beside him. A look of recognition came to his eyes and there it was, that grin. 'Hey; you're the lady from across the field.' I gave him the once over now that we were close up. The man was good looking, I loved the way his blue eyes reflected the bright orange flame.

'So how did you get here? Did you walk? It's too damn cold for anyone to be out here.'

'Trust me I wouldn't have walked over here for just anything, those ice crystals, I've never seen anything like it before.' I stomped my boots on the ground trying to get some feeling back in my toes. 'Jeez it's so cold my feet are numb I don't think I can walk back.'

The mans laugh rang clear in the bitter cold, and his warm breath sat still like a fog in front of his face. 'Come on, there's a tool shed just around the corner its heated and we can go there for a few minutes and get warmed up.'

'You won't get in trouble?'

'I'm the only one here, the only one working midnights around the stacks.'

I followed him into the tool shed. It was warm inside. Tools hung around the room. It was dusty but neat, a male place for sure.

'Take your boots off and put them on the heater, you'll warm up a lot faster.' We both shook off our coats, gloves, hats and boots.

'What do you do with the stacks?' I asked taking off my things. My feet felt like blocks of ice and I tried to rub a little heat back in.

'Sit over here, let me help.' He indicated the only good chair in the room, the rest had the stuffing missing in places or the arms had long ago fallen off. 'Mostly I keep the flames going in the stacks.' He reached down and took one of my feet. 'So you're the cleaner over there at the construction site?'

I tensed a little as I was expecting the usual look, that one that said 'Oh you're just a dumb cleaner', I was used of that but still I didn't have to like it. 'Yes I clean there twice a week.'

I didn't get that look. Instead a smile framed his face 'That's cool, I'm a cleaner too, just clean bigger things like smoke stacks.' I laughed, there, in that dusty strange place and started to relax. 'What's your name?'

'I'm Michael, and you?' He asked gently removing my socks and began rubbing my foot with fingers that felt like fire.

'I'm Terry; nice to meet you.' It was so bizarre; a complete stranger was massaging the heat back into my cold skin. I swear I could feel the heat from his hands before they actually touched my frozen feet.

A picture came to my mind of this man kneeling down before me, not a care in the world about anything but the woman seated in front of him. In a dusty room full of man things, tools I didn't know existed and an old heater rusted and dented pumping out heat just the same. The tables and shelves like the rest of the place were old but sturdy. I tried to imagine how the scene would look to a passerby.

My attention was drawn back to him and the way his hair stuck to his head from the cap. His bright blue eyes danced in the light as he looked up at me as if to seek approval to continue the massage. Michael lifted my other foot and held it in his lap. I felt the warmth radiate again from his hands onto my skin. Tenderness is only a word, but to feel it in a touch, like when his fingers curved around the heel and stroked slowly up towards the toes, sent a small shiver to my spine. It wasn't because I was cold.

His hand went further, traveling up the calf under the fabric of my pants back down again pressing gently, infusing the skin with heat. The rubbing continued and slowly the feeling came back.

'Do you do this often?' I asked, enjoying the attention, wishing it might go further.

'Well not everyday, and I don't usually do this at work,' he laughed. The tiny smile lines at the sides of his mouth grew wider and I wanted to kiss him right then.

Our eyes locked together for an instant and I knew we both felt the same thing. I leaned over just a little. I'm not sure what it was, maybe the way his eyes portrayed confidence, maybe the licentious curves of his mouth. Maybe it was just the right circumstances, although that seemed hard to believe considering the place we were at.

'Well you certainly know how to give a foot massage. It makes me wonder what other things you're good at.' Our faces were close then and I could feel his breath near my neck. A hand went to the back of my head; his fingers became tangled in my hair. It was an awkward moment, but he didn't seem to mind, I hadn't thought about brushing my hair, not that it mattered. Our lips met for a kiss, the surroundings forgotten in a moment of ardent expression. Another clumsy second as our tongues fought for placement passed quickly and our kiss grew to an intense desirous emotion. The warm wetness of our mouths sought out the passions still lying dormant slowly awaking in that dusty space.

The kiss broke apart and I rose to my feet, he stood also and touched my back. Michael's hands felt the vertebrae and then the ribs, as his hands climbing higher to close around the soft tissue of my neck. Leaning in close his lips so gently brushed down my right side eliciting a slight moan. It felt so nice to be caressed like that, it was something I hadn't had in a long while and never had it felt so good.

'Is it ok, I'm not moving to fast here? I don't usually seduce women after midnight here at work.'

'And I don't usually let men seduce me like this, but fuck it feels good, please don't stop now.' I whispered.

The whole thing seemed surreal in an uncanny sort of way. He didn't seem worried about being caught; I guessed he didn't get many visitors that late at night.

I glanced around the room wondering if we really could have a little fun there. The place wasn't really dirty but dust lay thick all around everywhere and the cobwebs in the corners made me cringe. He saw my concern and with a bit of flare. laid his coat face down on the ground. 'Is that better?' he asked.

As a reply, I began to unbutton my shirt; with a grin he too lifted his. I saw the nicest midsection and deep wide chest; a light curly brown hair covered most of his top half. The shoulders and arms were strong; I knew this because he pulled me close to his chest for another kiss. It was sweet, our tongues were more confident as we toured each others mouths. Michael's hands went to my bra releasing the clasp. I shuddered slightly as my breasts fell free. He exhaled slowly as his hands cupped each one. I could see the rise and fall of his chest and I'm sure his eyes were on mine. I didn't feel the wetness between my legs until he drew a finger slowly around the outside curve of my breast and then kissed just the tip of a nipple. Tiny bumps rose on my skin, I wanted to feel so much more.

He drifted down on his knees, his hands gliding over the surface of my fabric clad hips. I saw his hands tremble ever so subtly as they found the zipper concealing the treasures beneath. My breath slowed to a halt, I watched him inhale deeply as my pants cleared my bare thighs. My muscle quivered when he lightly touched the panties still in place.

We probably should have stopped then and just turned everything back around. He was still on duty after all. I guess we couldn't have stopped it had gone too far, he would take the chance, he knew the risks better than I. 'Are you sure we can do this?' I asked.

Michael didn't answer right away, instead my pants cleared my knees. Only one small step and I was free of them. His touch on my legs was smoking hot. Hands like fire crept up to the panties still safely in the way.

That was the point at which there could be no return, my excitement mounted as his fingers tugged at the waistband pulling; so just a tiny bit of skin peeked out. 'If were going to stop it has to be right now,' he choked.

I enjoyed for a brief moment, the shaking in his hands, and the catch of his breath. I felt in control, but knew it wouldn't last. I couldn't have stopped either.

I shook my head no, I didn't want to stop. I wanted his cock, wanted to feel my pussy full of his maleness.

Leaving my panties in place, he stood and took his pants down. I saw the outline of his rock hard cock, straining in his shorts. I imagined how it would feel sliding in the depths of my mouth. I knelt down and ran my hand over the cloth hiding his appendage, and then looking straight in his eyes slowly parted him from his shorts. It was my turn for the grinning as I took his hardness in my mouth, watching his eyes for the pleasure I knew I was causing. My tongue tickled the head, then closing my lips over tighter I took as much as I could. Saliva made my up and down bob smooth, a flawless motion for a short time. Michael gently pushed me away so he wouldn't erupt in my mouth.

Dropping beside me, he nudged my body down, to lie on his coat. My eyes closed as my panties were tugged all the way off, my legs fell slightly apart exposing just a taste of the pale pink inner lips. He started at my shoulders working his whispering lips slowly down the front side of my cream colored flesh. Fingers crept down my left side, the bolder they got, pressing more firmly.

Michael's blue eyes closed, his concentration gone to hell as a breast tipped into his mouth. Wet, warm madness enveloped my senses a soft moan escaped my lips.

Ignored was the dust, the rusty heater, the chance of being caught.

My breasts swelled with each pass of his tongue, the suck, the lick, the tiny tease to just the nub. I reveled in the attention from that benevolent man. His body slid down mine, past all that is safe, down to my pussy. A taste, a penchant of desire drove him into the sea of my most private place. His tongue swirled and probed, nudging his way in as his hands on my shoulders moved down to the ground. His body rose above me, and then sunk back down fitting its self snuggly against mine. Our sex met with a bang. His full length penetrated my juicy wet tunnel. I rose to meet him over and over as we collided with our eyes tightly closed feeling the passions rise and fall. His cock stiffened and surged, I gifted him with a flood from my over heated cunt. Our eyes opened and I felt his cock explode inside me, coating my insides with his warm sticky cum.

We rose then, not quite believing what had happened. It was erotic in a funny sort of way; he had trouble for a minute meeting my eyes. I pulled him close to me and we hugged, he kissed my forehead and asked if I needed a ride back to my car.

I never saw that man again, I looked everyday for him on the scaffold, hoping to catch sight of him. I don't know why he wasn't there but it was a night that will stay locked in my memory for a long time'

The end