A Payment for Future Kindness
I hadn’t noticed Rachel’s limp until I saw the tracks leading through the snow past my house.
One normal boot print, one drag mark. One normal, one drag
“I wonder if she hurt her leg.” I thought as I kicked the snow from my boots and opened the heavy, solid wood door into my kitchen. My black and tan hound dog lifted her head, stood, stretched, did one circle, and lay back down in front of the fireplace, by way of a greeting.
There are 3 houses, well, cottages, at the end of our road. All built by the same carpenter 20 plus years ago on the grounds of the large private school where we live and work, in what’s referred to as the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. Nearly Canada. None of the houses has locks on the doors. None needed.
I live in the first one, alone and relatively happy about that. I’m in charge of maintenance at the school. Max, who refers to himself as Maxamillion, and until recently, Rachel, live in the second one. Max works in the development office. Rachel is the gardener, in charge of all the greenhouses and growing as much food for the school as possible. And Jess lives in the third house. Beautiful and wise Jess cares for all the animals, which also provides milk, meat, and eggs for the school. Jess, Mike, and their 2-year-old are at the top of the hill.
Rachel and Max had come to work at the school as a couple but had recently split. Honestly, I’d always wondered what she saw in him. My impression of Max was that he was incredibly full of himself and was in the job to make a name and move on to bigger things.
Rachel, on the other hand, loved the school, the students, and the other staff. It was her dream job to make a living growing food for everyone. There was no place else she wanted to be, ever, it seemed.
As I looked out the kitchen window at the front of the house, snow was already starting to pile up again, even though I’d just finished plowing. I noticed the tracks made a wide arch around the front of Max’s house and continued up to Jess and Mike’s place. I surmised that she must be having dinner with them. I’d noticed her truck parked at the bottom of the hill where she’d left it before making her shuffling climb. The truck was an old, 2-wheel drive, Chevy pickup up and the hill could be slick when snowy. If one didn’t have 4 wheel drive, it was best to leave it at the bottom and walk up.
I’d always had a bit of a crush on Rachel. We’d grown close over the last year working together on several different projects. I’d built her a new greenhouse and helped her put up several new hoop houses. She was smart, funny, and at times, extremely sassy. She had thick, short brown hair that was almost always covered, even in the summer, by a wool hat she’d knitted herself from the fleece of one of our sheep. In the warm weather, she liked to wear tank tops, baggy cargo pants, and Chippewa work boots. I’d noticed on more than one occasion that Rachel never wore a bra or shaved her armpits. She was either unaware or unconcerned by the fact that her hair and her nipples, which seemed perpetually hard and visible through the cotton material of her tank tops, were on full display. Working closely with her as I did, I’d inadvertently been flashed several times and seen her plump, dark nipples and full breasts. I’d try to be sneaky and not be caught, although I’m pretty sure she knew I was looking. I’ll admit that natural body hair is a huge turn for me, and I’d start to get stirred up by the sight of it. Her dark brown hair, eyebrows, and underarm hair set my mind to wonder about the color and amount of hair between her legs. It seemed likely that her pussy was covered by a nice thick bush of sleek brown hair. From there, it wasn’t much of a leap for me to start wondering about how it would feel and taste. Would it be soft like a cat’s fur, or coarse like a beaver pelt? What would it look like up close, right before dipping my tongue in? Or with my penis sliding in and out of it. Not to mention what the look on her face would be. I would need to pull myself back in and refocus, hoping my growing erection wasn’t becoming too obvious, as we continued to work on whatever project we were tackling.
She always played it the same, either unaware or unconcerned.
During the winter, Rachel seldom wore a coat, instead opting for one of the heavy wool sweaters she’d made by hand. When inside, I loved to see her pull off the sweater, almost always forgetting to remove her hat first, which would fall to the floor, putting her messy mop of thick brown hair on display along with the prominent bumps pocking out from under her long underwear base layer and accentuating her small but perfectly shaped breasts.
That night I’d decided to turn in early. I knew I’d need to get up around 4 and start plowing out the school grounds again. As I trudged up the bare wooded stairs to the loft where my bed was, I found myself again thinking about the tracks in the snow. I think I would have known if Rachel had hurt her leg. We’d chatted earlier in the day, and she hadn’t mentioned anything. I wondered how long she’d been limping. I wondered if she’d had the limp all along. Had I been so preoccupied with her other attributes that I’d missed it? Did it change how I felt about her, make her more of a mystery? I decided that I’d find out the next time I saw her, my curiosity now growing even more. Curiosity or obsession, no, I decided. Not going there.
Funny that she’d occupied my last thoughts before climbing into bed because several hours later, after I’d put the book I was reading down and switched off the light, I heard the heavy wooden door open and someone come into the house. I wasn’t alarmed because if it were someone I didn’t know, the hound dog would have woken the dead.
“Hello there, Otis, who’s a good boy?” It was Rachel talking to the dog. I knew she’d stopped to give him a pat before pulling off her boots. Soon I heard her socked feet padding up the stairs. Then she was standing at the foot of my bed, bathed in the full moonlight flooding through the skylight. “My battery is dead, and I’m freezing.” She stated matter-of-factly and started to pull off her socks, stumbling slightly as she stood on one leg. “Oh… I can come jump it for you,” I offered. She regained her balance and took a minute to look at me lying in my bed. I always sleep naked and was starting to feel more than a little exposed under her gaze. “Can we do it in the morning?” Tugging off her sweater and dropping it to the floor. “Of course, I… ahh.” I didn’t finish my sentence.
In the moonlight, I could see clearly all her body had to show. Without any hesitation, she took off the long underwear top. Topless, she started to undo the buttons and zipper on her jeans. “I can sleep on the couch, if you…” Again, I trailed off, distracted as she cast off her jeans. It had occurred to me that since I was naked under the covers, if I moved to the couch with her standing there, she’d see me naked with a hardening penis. Wearing only a pair of white cotton panties, she pulled the covers aside and climbed into my large, warm bed.
“What were you saying?” Rachel asked as she snuggled in and cuddled up to me. Her cold feet press into my warm legs. Her knee came up to rest just under my boys. One arm slipped under my neck, the other slid down my body until her hand came to rest on my erection. “You’re nice and warm, gripping my cock to emphasize what she was referring to. “When someone is suffering from hypothermia, you’re supposed to take off all your clothes and climb into bed with them. ” Rachel explained as she released me and started to run a finger up and down my shaft. “But you’re not naked,” I observed. She rolled onto her back, pulled off her panties, and placed them on my chest. “There you go, happy now Doctor?” Then, pressing back into me, her nipples, two diamonds, hard against my body. I rolled onto my side and pulled her into a tight embrace. “Umm, just give me a minute to warm up.” She murmured dreamily.
I was back to feeling confused. Did her last statement mean she wasn’t going to stay in the bed, or did she, in fact, want me to sleep on the couch? Maybe she just wanted to warm up before heading back out into the cold? Sensing my consternation, she snuggled into me even tighter and whispered, “Is it okay if I stay here tonight?” By way of answering, I kissed her long and hard.
After a moment, I said, “I wouldn’t dream of sending anyone with hypothermia out into this cold.” “Such a kind and thoughtful man,” she said, and slid under the covers. “Where are you going?” I asked, pulling up the blanket. Rachel had stopped at my chest and was kissing and tonguing my nipples. The hand that wasn’t occupied with my penis came up and started pinching. With that hand, she grabbed the blanket and pulled it back down over her. “Keep the warmth in, would ya!” Then, a brief moment later, she peeked out and asked, “Umm, so, my mouth… is realllly cold, do you think I could warm it up?” Before I could answer, she was back under and moving down. A moment later, I felt her tongue running a circle around the rim of my cock head, then running down my shaft and around my balls, lapping them into her mouth and sucking on them. Watching from above the blanket, I saw the bulge of her head move back up, then sink down and start to rhythmically bob up and down, as I felt her mouth envelope me.
I was in heaven, and as appealing as unloading into her mouth was, I didn’t want to cum until I had a chance to explore her body. My hands, which were on her head at that moment, moved down, and I pulled her up. A slight look of confusion and disappointment in her eyes, like that of an artist who’d been pulled from her work, dissolved as I passionately kissed her. “Oh, I understand, you’re one of those men. Max always hated it when I tried to kiss him after a blowjob. He thought it made him gay. To be honest, it’s a huge turn-on for me.” Rachel admitted. “Do you like the taste of your dick in my mouth?” She’d started to press her pussy into the side of my leg. “Yes, but I need to taste you now.” I slid over and on top of her. Taking both her hands, I held them above her head with one of my hands and buried my nose into her hairy armpit. “Ohh, god.” Rachel arched her back and neck, pressing the back of her head into the pillow. “Yess, lick it.” I acquiesced, as the hand not holding her hands found an extremely hard nipple and began to torture it.
“FUCK… now, suck my nipples,” Rachel commanded.
Not wanting to leave her armpit, but knowing there were greater treasures to be plundered, I released her hands and moved my mouth down to her nipples. I sucked her hard berries for all my worth as she continued to moan and writhe under me.
I’ve heard some women could have an orgasm from getting their nipples played with. From Rachel’s shudders and convulsions, I concluded that she was a member of this group. Her breathing was hard and fast; she could not lie still, even if tied down. Her body tensed and relaxed, tensed again.
I could wait no longer; it was my turn to disappear under the blankets. Rachel’s body was literally vibrating as I slowly kissed my way down her torso. Her legs were widely splayed. I buried my tongue, working it through the wet mat of thick curly pubic hair and finding her engorged pussy lips waiting to take me in.
She was so wet.
I ran my tongue in circles around her clitoris and was delighted when the tiny bud began to protrude and swell into a knob I could close my lips around. I held it in my mouth and lapped at it with my tongue. Rachel’s moans were getting louder and louder.
Rachel’s hands had been grasping the sheets into her tightly clasped fists, but with another violent shudder, she let go of the sheets and grabbed my head. Now she was guiding me as my head bobbed up and down under the blanket. My greatest wish in that moment was for her to cum in my mouth. Sensing she was close to another orgasm, I clasped my mouth over her cunt and drove my tongue in as deep as it would reach.
Rachel screamed and thrust forward, exploding into my mouth. I drank in as much pussy nectar as I could. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on.
Finally, her muscles relaxed, and she collapsed back down onto her back. My beard was dripping as I emerged from under the blankets. My hard penis, like an arrow finding the bullseye, met no resistance, sliding into Rachel’s wide-open pussy.
Ohhh?
Ohh!!
Rachel, in that moment of ecstasy, had lost track and was momentarily surprised after such an intense orgasm to find a hard cock slipping into her. I started to gently rock back and forth as she breathed in her own scent from my beard. “I’m a little embarrassed to admit this but, I forgot it was you down there, just for a second.” “Oh, really. Who did you think it was.” I asked as I slowly built up to a more urgent pace, Rachel closed her eyes, arched her back once more, and put her hands behind her head. “I thought you were Jess.” She giggled and put a hand over her face. The image of Jess between Rachel’s legs was such a turn-on: coupled with the sight of her rock-hard nipples and hairy underarms sent me over the edge, and pulling out, I straddled her. She again took control of my member and pumped me into an explosion that covered her chest, face, and finally her underarms with thick ropes of sticky white cum.
I collapsed into her arms, and very sleepily asked, “Does Jess sometimes wear a fake beard?” We fell into a deep slumber, holding each other until the sound of my 4:00 a.m. alarm told me it was time to go plow the school.
Untangling myself from her warm and sticky embrace, I climbed out of bed. It was one of the hardest things I’ve done. Lumbering into the shower, then quietly dressing, I leaned over the bed and kissed Rachel’s salty lips.
As I headed out into the cold winter morning, I noticed that the tracks in front of my house were no longer visible.
I thought about Rachel and her mysterious limp. I wondered if she was fucking Mike also or if it was just Jess. And all that had happened so unexpectedly that night. Then I made a mental note to remember to throw the jumper cables into the truck when I stopped at the shop.
My payment for her unexpected kindness
