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This happened so long ago that I could hardly remember how old I was, probably something near fifty. It was a dark and stormy night a few days before New Year's Eve.

The Boiler Room

This happened so long ago that I could hardly remember how old I was, probably something near fifty. It was a dark and stormy night a few days before New Year's Eve.&nbsp;

The snow fell, making up snow banks about twenty inches high, accompanied by a violent gust of wind called a real arctic blizzard. Or, it could be that my memory is exaggerating the stuff. But that is not the point.&nbsp;

It was my shift in the old boiler room where I worked. I was called urgently because another operator who was supposed to maintain the things that night suddenly got sick. I was glad the shift had dropped out of the blue: there would be no inspections at that time of the year. And I hoped to get a good nap after setting things up.

The boiler itself was ancient, but the pumps were pretty quiet. The stormy weather couldn’t leave me alone, banging the large windows.

I was about to lie down when I suddenly heard the doorbell ring. When I unlocked the deadbolt, a vast white coat flew in. Looking closer, I recognized a spinner from the mill. No better idea came to my mind of what brought her here but the weather itself.

She looked something around forty, as I say — was entirely covered in snow and, apparently, completely numb. Since I quit drinking a long ago, I could easily smell alcohol — she was wasted. However, I stepped back as if inviting my Snow Queen to come over to the light of my shack.&nbsp;

She looked startled, if not surprised, watching me take off her crusty coat as if she had expected me to be someone else. Suddenly, I heard her confident and soft voice: she said she had missed the last bus and was heading up downtown and wanted to warm up a little. She walked deeper into the light of my room, looking around discreetly. Something told me this was not the first time this woman had been there.

I remember awarding her with the loveliest smile I could ever make of myself. She looked like a plumpy provincial working woman with impressive curves, a fatigued round face, and very sensual puffy lips.&nbsp;

She was dressed poorly — a shabby wool dress enveloped her heavy posture. The dim light did not let me observe her body accurately.&nbsp;

I took the lady by the hand and led her to the sofa. I had nothing to offer her but a cup of tea. She was silent; not a word I’ve heard from her ever since she shared her story briefly. And I was not a prying type.&nbsp;

It was a real heat inside, so she fell onto the sofa and seemed to fall asleep immediately. The pumps circulated steadily as the blizzard howled, but she seemed to care less. I threw my sweatshirt on the floor, lay down, and finally was ready to nap...

I was woken up by my guest lying next to me and kissing my face and eyes, kissing my lips. I wasn’t expecting such a course of events but hoped for it deep inside. Who am I kidding? I felt awesome.&nbsp;

All that was left on her was her bra — no panties whatsoever. I have to confess I haven’t touched a soft female body for quite a while since the divorce. She was very sensual and quickly responded to my moves.&nbsp;

I had never been a big fan of heavy chicks, but this time, I was totally knocked out by her looks the first moment I saw her. With my right hand, I touched her large butt and, with the left squeezing her huge tits incarcerated in that old bra. We never stopped kissing. Her red lips were mesmerizing, and her hands visited my body's nooks and crannies in some kind of magical dance. And suddenly, a wave of arousal washed over me. For some reason, she seemed like a humble and sensitive girl.

She looked terrific lying all naked on the floor. She was a real gem. She sat on top of me, but being quite a big guy myself, I did not feel any extra load above myself. I grabbed her juicy buttocks with my hands to synchronize, not daring to take my eyes off the heavy breasts perpetually shaking. The intensity of the movements increased. Two enormously gigantic silhouettes interlaced on the wall in some contorted moves. After a few minutes, a vast love spasm ran through my body from tip to toe.

The boilers hummed, and the blizzard moaned. It has never been that hot in the boiler room...

The following day, waking up, I didn't recognize any sign or a scent of an astounding creature visiting me yesterday. Or was it just a dream??

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