Stranded with Samantha Pt.1 - Sex Stories

Stranded with Samantha Pt.1

... robe wrapped around her. She smiled down at me and her face was transformed. It was such a rare sight that I was shocked for a minute. I went to bed and about two in the morning I heard the wind moaning. Ice and snow were rattling off the windows and at some point the power went out. When I got up in the morning there was a full-fledged blizzard going on out there and it was freezing in the house. I could see my breath when I was getting dressed and I hurried out to build a fire in the fireplace. There's a generator out in the shed to keep the water on, but it won't run the heater. The range and water heater are gas and we could cook and run the refrigerator, but that's it. Samantha came downstairs and huddled by the fire while I made breakfast. "Ann isn't going to be able to make it, is she?" she asked. "I'm afraid not," I told her. "I'm sorry Sam." "It's not your fault," she said. "Can we get out?" "We can go outside, if that's what you mean. We won't be able to drive home though. Not until they get the roads open anyway. They won't even try as long as it's snowing like this." "So we're stuck here?" she seemed very unhappy with the situation. That was good too. At least she was showing some emotion. "I'm sorry, we are stuck. Do you mind so much? I've always wished we knew each other better, Sam. I know Ann loves you. You're very important to her, but I've always felt like you don't like me. I've never known why. Can we try to get to know each other better?" I brought her ...

... breakfast. I had made ham and cheese omelets and biscuits with strawberry jam. I brought her a cup of coffee and we sat in front of the fire and ate. "Why do you think I don't like you?" she asked. "Well, you haven't said five hundred words to me in ten years," I said. "I try to talk to you, get you to smile or laugh, tell me something about yourself and it's like hitting a wall. Have I done something you don't like?" She glanced up at me and I could see tears in those big blue eyes. She looked back down at her plate. "You married Ann and took her away from me," she whispered so low I could hardly hear her. "Jesus, Sam; I never meant to do that! I wasn't taking her away. Sometimes I think she loves you more than me! We live twenty mile away and you're welcome in our house any time. You never come over. We have to call you and ask you out to dinner and it's like pulling teeth to get you to go. I'm sorry you feel that way but I want Ann to spend time with you." She was crying openly now, sobs shaking her. "I thought you didn't like me," she said. "I didn't think you wanted me around." "No, Sam; you never gave me a chance to like you. I want to like you, but you treat me like I'm a douche bag. I've tried to be nice to you but you won't let me." "Please, Trace, I'm sorry," she cried. "I won't do it any more. I want to spend time with you guys but I thought you couldn't stand being around me." "I couldn't," I told her. "You're like the ice queen. I've never felt comfortable around ...