A gorgeous blonde

Down came a gorgeous blonde in her mid-thirties wearing a white tank top and tight black boy cut shorts. She was busty and thick through the body, but not fat, probably well muscled if her well defined arms, thighs and calf's were any indication.

She didn't seem to notice Daphne or the others sleeping in the living room. The woman seemed only to concentrate on getting the coffee machine started.

Daphne, not wanting to startle the woman or wake her friends joined the woman in the kitchen and gently said, "excuse me, you must be Matilda, your husband invited me and my friends to stay the night after being stranded in the snow. I'm Daphne."

Matilda turned around and looked at Daphne with sleepy bushy eyes and smiled. "Well, hi there Young lady," she responded in a gentle southern belle accent. "Pardon me, I'm a hot mess without my coffee," she said will trying to flatten her full bodied sleep hair.

Daphne thought to herself, this lady could have been some kind of fitness model with her disheveled morning look. In fact, it might have made her look hotter if that was possible.

"No no, pardon us, we are invading your charming little cabin," Daphne turned red with the thought of just being in a towel in front of their host's wife.

"Darling, you're as welcome as the sunshine. That gentle giant of mine would have carried you and your friends through that snow storm on his back if he'd have known y'all were stranded," Matilda explained. "What do you say to us getting that fire started?"

Daphne nodded in agreement and noticed Matilda's thick nipples pushing through the thin tank top as she rubbed her arms. Daphne too was all aware of being a bit nippley in her towel.

She followed Matilda to the fire place and watched her quietly load the split logs onto the dying coals. As Daphne watched her bend and twist while moving wood into the fireplace, there indeed was no fat on that woman, just solid muscle.

The wood caught fire easily in the coals and cracked and popped as it started burning. Their nipples softened as the warmed up and sat on the stone with their backs to the fire and chatted.

Matilda spoke quietly aware of those still sleeping. "So, where were y'all headed?"

"We has this grand idea of a beach vacation believe it or not," Daphne explained.

"Oh you poor things," Matilda responded sympathetically and placed a hand on Daphne's bare leg. "I knew we were going to get snow, but I don't think anyone expected this much."

Daphne felt strange with Matilda's hand on her leg. Not uncomfortable exactly, she had come off as extremely polite and genuinely kind.

The conversation paused as they heard the coffee machine beep three loud chimes. They looked back towards the sleepers after hearing someone rustle in the pile of blankets.