The following is a story that is entirely a work of fiction, but I suppose it could be true. Nevertheless, all characters portrayed are over the age of 18. Enjoy!

A few years ago before I was a college professor I was employed by a civil engineering firm that had hired a guy named Ed. A tall, rugged, good-looking guy who you never would guess that he had a bachelor’s degree from an Ivy League school, a masters in engineering and another masters in urban planning. His dress and habits did not reveal his background plus just for fun he took a part-time job driving locally for Steve’s, a local truck service company. With all of that as background now fast forward a year or two to when upstate New York was having a nasty winter. One Thursday night the snow began and Steve’s sent Ed out in one of their heavy duty four-wheel drive pickups to plow snow at some of their commercial accounts.

After working all night Ed stopped at a 24-hour diner for breakfast. It was shortly before 7:00 when he shuffled in dressed in an ancient yellow rain jacket over an insulated vest and almost matching tall yellow rubber boots. He ordered two eggs over easy, sausage, hash browns and coffee. Vera, the waitress, who was easily in her late 50s, knew him by name and would usually flirt with Ed. This morning was no different and it usually resulted in some risqué friendly banter.

When he was nearly done eating an attractive young woman came up to him and says, “Excuse me, but is that your truck out there?”

Ed replied, “Sure is. Why?” At that he looked the girl over and saw that she was dressed in a ski jacket, knit hat, and Nike running shoes. There was just a wisp of blond hair peeking out from under the hat.

“My car is stuck and I need some help.”

“What you need is some proper clothes for this weather,” he said matter-of-factly leaving money on the counter for Vera and getting his jacket off a nearby hook and putting it on.

“Yeah, I know. I just moved here from Florida. Let me introduce myself, I’m Marcy.”

“OK, I’m Ed. Is yours the red Mustang convertible over there?”

“That’s mine!” she replied as they stepped outside into the heavy wet snow.

Steve just rolled his eyes and said to himself, “It might not be politically correct, but she has to be a natural blond.”

At that he grabbed a shovel and dug some snow out from in front of the rear wheels of the Mustang. “That should be enough to get you going. Give it a try.”

Marcy got in the car, started it and gave it the gas with the result being that she spun the wheels but didn’t get anywhere. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“If you want to get unstuck just go real easy on the gas.” Marcy tried it again, but with a lighter foot the car got Free.”

“How can I thank you?”

“The first thing to do when the weather clears is to go shopping for some good warm clothes and in particular some boots. Now just for safety sake I’ll follow you to make certain that you get home alright.”

“That is so nice of you to do that. My place isn’t that far.”

At that Marcy, taking Ed’s advice, slowly pulled out of the parking lot and onto the snow-covered street with Ed following a safe distance behind. About eight blocks later she pulled to the side of the road, got out, went back to the truck and said to Ed, “That little cape cod is my place, but the driveway is covered and I don’t think I can get in.”

Ed said, “Wait just a minute.” Then repositioned his truck, dropped the plow and two minutes later the driveway was clear enough for Marcy.

She pulled in with Ed behind her, got out and again goes back to the truck. “Gee, thanks. You have been a lifesaver. What do I owe you?”

“Not a thing. My reward is that you’re safe.”

“Well, then why don’t you come in and let me make you coffee. You didn’t get a second cup at the diner.”

“Now we have a deal,” said Ed shutting off his truck and following Marcy up to the house. The walk was covered with over a foot of snow, not a problem for Ed, but by the time they got to the door poor Marcy was cold, her shoes and jeans soaked. When they went in Ed removed his boots. Poor Marcy’s shoes were soaked all the way through and probably ruined. Her jeans were sopping wet from just below the knees.

“Wow are your jeans wet!” Ed exclaimed.

“Yeah, but I haven’t unpacked the rest of my things yet. If you don’t mind I’m just going to take the jeans off and put them in the dryer,” said Marcy not waiting for Ed’s response and peeling the jeans off and standing there in just her bikinis. If Ed ever thought that Marcy was a cute lady back at the diner, standing there in her undies only confirmed it.

“Now about that coffee that I promised you,” said Marcy going to the fridge and bending down to find the bag of ground coffee. As she did that Ed clearly enjoyed the view of her perfect little butt.

“Good view from here,” he quipped.

“Oh, sorry about that.”

“I’m not.”

Marcy found what she was looking for and proceeded to make a pot of coffee, at least the coffeemaker was not something that she would have to go hunting through boxes for. When she was done she turned to Ed and observed his tall rubber boots standing by the front door, “Do you wear your rubbers often?”

“You mean my boots?”

“No, I mean your rubbers. It’s always good to wear rubbers when you are going to places that are really wet,” she said as she helped him take off his insulated vest revealing his trim body beneath the shirt.

“I agree, but where are you going that might be really wet?”

“It’s not where I’m going, but where I hope you’re going to go that’s wet.”

All of the double entendre was starting to register and the thought of him getting laid this morning seemed more likely. “So you know of some wet places?”

“I know of one in particular. But the question is whether you intend to wear your rubbers when you go there.”

“Well, let me see,” said Ed digging out his wallet and revealing that it did have the telltale circular mark of carrying a fresh condom.

“Perfect!” said Marcy taking Ed by the hand and leading him to the bedroom. When they got there she put her arms around his neck and planted a passionate wet kiss on his lips. “That’s for being so sweet and rescuing me from this awful storm.”

Ed returned the kiss and moments later tongues were in each other’s mouths with passion heating quickly. Marcy dug her nails into Ed’s chest just as he firmly grasped her buttocks and gave it a loving squeeze. Marcy made a delighted cooing noise and in return her fingers probed for Ed’s nipples. Finding their prey she gave them each a pinch catching Ed by surprise, but also causing his manhood to twitch.

Not failing to escalate the amorous events Ed slipped his hands into the back of Marcy’s bikinis and gave each smooth but firm cheek a squeeze. This time he was met with an “Mmmm. Please can I have some more.” At that she unfastened Ed’s belt and took down the zipper on his jeans. By now he was clearly erect and Marcy had no problem grasping his manhood.

“Now remember what I told you. I know where you’re going is pretty wet so you better be prepared.” Then she put her thumbs into the waistband of her bikinis and slid them down and stepped out of them. Not to waste any time Ed took off his jeans, an action that revealed a decided tent in his briefs.

His hand finding her Pussy, Ed immediately went probing its depth and then zeroed in on her clit. It turns out that Marcy was absolutely correct because the place that he would be heading was extremely wet.

“Enough of this standing up action,” added Marcy as she laid down on the bed spreading her legs wide revealing a glistening wet Pussy just below her nicely trimmed blond bush.

“Well, the rug matches the curtains,” Ed said to himself positioning himself between Marcy’s spread legs.

“It looks pretty wet in there. Are you ready?” he asked.

“I was ready the moment I saw you sitting at the counter back in the diner. However, you aren’t quite ready yet. Want some help?” she asked rhetorically taking the packet containing the condom and tearing it open.

“What the…” said Ed.

“I don’t like being kept waiting. Right now I am so Horny that I could scream,” she added rolling the rubber down over Ed’s phallus. “There, now you’re ready, too!”

Ed removed his finger from her Pussy and introduced the tip of his phallus to its entry then with the gentlest of pushes he was soon inside his full length. Marcy was so wet that she was anything but tight and Ed wondered whether the rubber was going to keep him from having a suitable Orgasm. With the in and out thrusts on his part and Marcy’s gyrating hips the two got sufficiently worked up to where mutual orgasms were imminent.

“Oh, fuck me now! Fuck me now!” pleaded Marcy. “Come on, Ed, let’s see how much you can fill this rubber.”

As they say, her wish was his command and soon spasm after spasm deposited yet more warm sticky cum in the tip of the rubber. Soon that tip had filled and cum started to back up its shaft. When they were finally done with their orgasms, Ed and Marcy collapsed on their sides reveling in the afterglow of the intense lovemaking.

Once they were able to catch their breaths, Marcy said, “You were great, but now you know why you have to wear your rubbers.”

Ed knew she was right, but not fully paying attention when he withdrew from her his member came out but the rubber stayed inside her. “Oh, Oh,” he said, “Don’t move a muscle because that full rubber is still inside of you.”

“What? Get it out. Get it out. Hurry!” Marcy was freaking out.

“Just relax,” he said as he grasped its top and carefully pulled it out making certain not to spill any of the copious amount of seed it contained.

Ed looked at his watch. “Oh, no! It’s past 9:00 o’clock. I have to be back out plowing snow.” He quickly got up, got dressed and headed for the door where he pulled on his boots and put on his jacket.

Marcy, never bothering to put her bikinis back on was right behind him. “When you’re plowing snow you are always welcome to come back. Just don’t forget your rubbers,” she said giving him a tender hug.

“You too, but if you plan on going out please promise me that you will buy yourself some decent rubber boots.”

“Ed, have you ever looked at the back of your jacket?”

“No, why?”

“Look at what it says! STEVE’S UCK SERVICE. Nothing like truth in advertising,” said Marcy now giggling uncontrollably.