Miss Lovein' the Worst Case Scenarios

Well, when it rains it pours. Or in this case when it snows, it snows enough to close the ski slopes. And from her rented cottage Silvia Love had the perfect view of all the virgin powder that she couldn't enjoy.

She brushed her shoulder length blonde hair behind her ear and slowly blew out a resigned breath. She knew something like this would happen; she should've planned a back up vacation just in case. Or better yet, stayed home, so she'd be more available if John needed her. No, she had to stop thinking like that. If John was ever going to take over the company she needed to stop looking over his shoulder and trying to micromanage him. How much damage could he really do in a week anyway? A dozen extraordinarily unlikely scenarios filled her mind.

So that was it then. She was going to spend her first vacation since she left her parents' house worrying herself sick until she broke down and eventually called her team, undermining whatever independence they'd earned. Maybe she should tie herself up, so she couldn't actually contact them. Ha, that was a weird thought, but before her week was up things might get that ****. For now Silva would try taking a bath.

The distraction worked for a time. She started filling up the large tub then stripped off her trousers to better test the temperature with her toes. A specific concoction of soaps and salts was added to the hot water. In just her shirt and panties, the young woman rummaged through her rented space until she found some candles, and returned just in time to turn off the water. Lit only by candlelight, she felt her anticipation build as she peeled her t-shirt off and slid her underwear down. After stepping out of the discarded satin, she slowly lowered her naked body into the sizzling water, listening to the rustle of tiny bubbles popping. Nestling her back against the tub, Silvia could do nothing but let out a contented sigh.

But this feeling of bliss was short-lived. The dancing candle flames cast sensual shadows on the tiled walls. The salts tickled tenderly against Silvia's skin. And every movement she made caused a soft splash or pattering cascade. Yet she could barely manage a minute without thinking of corrupted spreadsheets, version control nightmares, and mishandled clients. The water-speckled executive lolled her head back and let out a much less contented sigh. There was nothing for it; she'd set up a remote link tonight and help the team from here. She could try this whole vacation thing in another year or two. The water begrudgingly sloshed away from Silvia as she rose to her feet, nude except for the thin sheen of liquid. A third, now defeated, sign left her lips as she stepped out of the tub. At least she'd tried to relax; that had to count for something, right?

A manic thumping coming from the front door startled Silvia out of her malaise. She quickly wrapped the towel around herself; with the storm outside it was easy to imagine a car accident, or other health emergency. She ran to the door, squeaking slightly when the soft bath mat beneath her feet was replaced with cold hard tile. Down the stairs and through the hall she ran, only slowing when she reached the broad window that overlooked the walkway. There was no one there. She walked to the front door and peered through its window too, but saw no banged up driver or half-frozen pedestrian. The wind picked up again and revealed itself to be the source of the noise as the front door rattled within its frame.

"Just Old Man Winter banging on my door," Silvia joked to herself.

The wind growled outside. Perhaps it didn't like being called an old man.

Now that the moment had passed, Silvia felt a tad silly about her state. A towel was hardly the garment for rescuing someone from a blizzard. She looked down at it; at 6'3" she was quite tall and the towel was barely able to preserve her modesty, offering both a glimpse at the top of her firm breasts and an unobstructed view of her long legs.

She looked again at the vicious storm outside and had another thought. What if it had been looters instead, criminals attempting to break down her door? The idea made her stomach flutter like the churning snow outside and filled her with an enticing warmth.

She imagined them rushing in and ripping the towel from her body; she let her sole garment fall to the ground. A chill ran up her spine despite how warm it was inside. Silvia walked to the front door unlocked it and then, taking a deep breath in, opened it just a crack. Immediately, the wind nipped inside and began mercilessly kissing her damp skin. She imagined the robbers holding her naked body to be blasted by the winter air until she told them where all her valuables were. Shivering slightly, she pulled her arms behind her back, gripping her left wrist as tight as she could with her right.

Of course, she'd tell them everything, but that wouldn't be all the intruders asked for...

Silvia imagined a cold, gloved hand cupping her breast, sliding down her belly, and probing her moist pussy. Yes, she would... she'd do whatever they wanted, no matter how degrading or perverse. A dark chill ran up her spine.

Slamming the door shut, she dashed to the recliner in the nearby sitting room. She splayed her legs wide across its arms, and immediately began rubbing herself. There was no time for foreplay, no time to ease herself into the arousal. She needed to cum now!

It didn't take long. Perversely spread across the chair, she moaned and cried out her passion. Her right hand wildly circled her burning loins as images of her body being roughly taken filled her mind. Her left hand mashed her breast then pinched her nipple, letting it be tugged around by the rise and fall of her impassioned breaths. As her desire began to cusp, she cruelly twisted her nipple letting the sharp sip of pain mingle with her pleasure. Her orgasm came hot and fast, bubbling through her body as she moaned and called out her euphoria.

But the pleasure subsided quickly as well. It felt good, maybe even better than most of her orgasms, but she'd expected it to be more impactful. It felt hollow like she'd cheated or skipped ahead somehow. Despite the intense pleasure, it'd been little more than a flash in the pan and left her wanting.

Silvia shrugged at the strange feeling as she rose to her feet. She wasn't an expert on orgasms or anything, and she didn't even masturbate all that much. At the kitchen sink, she began cleaning her juices off of her hands. This weird feeling would pass soon.

She picked up her discarded towel and wrapped her shoulder length hair in it. Otherwise, naked she set about draining the bath and putting everything away. She didn't need clothes; her cottage was warm enough.

No, that was a lie, and she knew it.

She wanted to be naked, needed to feel naked. That tingle of vulnerability had been so good when she'd let her imagination run wild. Yes, that orgasm hadn't really lived up to her expectations, but she could try again? Nah, that was silly; the moment had passed, and it'd be weird to spend her whole night giving herself lip service, right?