TABOO SHORT STORIES 48(155)

DEEP THRUST




CHAPTER ONE



White blanketed the glass windows and the grounds outside, making for a picture-perfect scene—if you were inside a warm, cozy place. The airport terminal wasn’t exactly that cozy, but it held enough warmth not to freeze you to death in this snowy weather.

Snowstorm, Chuck Jones corrected himself. It had been so sudden, too, and the cause of so many cancelled flights, which rendered the small terminal so crowded for the whole day. As chief security, that meant he had his hands full regarding irate customers and trying to direct and minimize crowd traffic. But his team was trained for this, and so they all handled it with ease, working on autopilot and making sure security was as tight as ever. Now it was nighttime, and his crew was exhausted. With their shift done, Chuck finally entered the locker room to take a quick shower, get out of his uniform and into his regular clothes.

He passed by the back portion of the terminal, not really in the mood to make small talk with the other employees closing up. What Chuck wanted at the moment was to get home in his cabin, where he could start a fire in his fireplace and have a good cup of tea while listening to some good music. It was his guilty pleasure, and with his next seven days off, it was as good as any to start his first night off.

Already excited at the prospect of unwinding, Chuck walked faster, his thoughts preoccupied. It was probably why it took a while for him to notice the woman sitting on one of the waiting chairs by the exit.

He stopped when he finally saw the woman, who was wearing a thin coat and evidently shivering. She kept rubbing her arms with her hands and blowing out puffs of air, and he could tell she was feeling miserable. Her coat was long and covered her body well, but he could see that she had curves underneath—generous curves, in fact, mostly situated on her breast and ass area. He caught a glimpse of cleavage under her coat, brief but luscious, and felt an answering stir in his bones.

Who was this woman?

As if sensing that someone was observing her, the woman looked up—and Chuck found his breath stopping as he encountered one of the most beautiful faces he’d ever seen in his life. Her dark brown hair fell in luscious waves on her shoulders, framing a face that had thick lashes, beautiful honey eyes and the plumpest red lips. They were lips made for kissing…and other things. Dirty things.

His cock jumped at the thought, and he shifted in place as he continued staring at her. It was an exotic face altogether, and the beauty mole on her right cheek only added to the allure.

The woman gave him a smile, one that was friendly and polite. He walked closer, hands in his jacket pockets so as not to look threatening. “Miss, are you waiting for someone?”

The smile on her face slid off, and she shook her head. “No. I’m not waiting for anyone.”

Her English was accented, and he tried to place it. It definitely wasn’t from around here. He checked his watch. “I’ll be closing up the airport as I leave, Miss. Perhaps you should go home before the snow gets worse.”

Her face fell at his words, and she suddenly looked sad. “I…I don’t have anywhere to go to.” She eyed him quietly. “Are you the security?”

Chuck nodded. “Security head. Chuck Jones, Miss.”

“My name’s Natasha Slovensky,” she said softly. “My flight back to Moscow this morning was cancelled due to the weather, and the next flight is tomorrow.”

So, she was Russian. He should have figured. Now that he had time to observe the clothes, from the stylish boots to the jewelry, he could easily tell she was a model. The thought was confirmed when she stood up and appeared to be taller than him by a few inches—and he was already a tall guy. She gave him a pleading look. “Mr. Jones, can I ask to stay here for tonight? I really have nowhere to go and it’s too cold outside. I promise not to be trouble. I’ll just sleep in a chair and be out of here by tomorrow.”

He eyed her coat again. It really was too thin, and the terminal didn’t really provide much of a protection against it. If she was already shivering right now, how was she going to handle later, when the snowstorm was predicted to continue until dawn?

His thoughts became conflicted. He was having doubts about leaving her alone here—a woman defenseless against the cold and would probably become sick if she stayed here. But all the motels in the area were booked, and those that weren’t were miles away. That was Alaska for you.

“If you don’t want to…” she trailed off, and he realized he hadn’t replied to her question.

There was another option—one last. He wasn’t sure if she was going to be receptive to it, but there was no harm in offering.

“Natasha?”

“Yes?”

“Of course, you can stay here, but I don’t advise it.”

Her face fell again.

“I do have a log cabin less than an hour away from here, though. It’s warmer and I’ve got a room. I promise to get you back to the airport safe and sound tomorrow.”

Silence.

He wondered if she thought he overstepped his boundaries, and now he wondered if he should not have offered. But he realized he would be an ass if he didn’t. Now it all depended on her—

Warmth engulfed him, interrupting his thoughts. It took Chuck a while to realize that it was her arms around him and her body pressing against his as she gave him a hug—and even through his thick coat, he could feel all those soft curves that he’d glimpsed earlier. Her breasts were soft against his chest, and suddenly his hard-on was back, raging to be inside her.

She stepped back before she could feel his hard proof, much to his relief. Then Natasha gave him a smile—one that was bright, happy and all sorts of melt-the-snow hot.

“I would love to stay in your cabin for the night.”

Chuck wondered if he’d made a mistake.





CHAPTER TWO



They arrived at his place in less than an hour as promised, even with his careful driving due to the slippery roads. He could tell she was puzzled that he was driving towards the hills, which looked remote from this viewpoint. But her puzzlement disappeared when the road opened up to the top of the hills, and her gaze finally settled on the log cabin situation by a tree. Her honey eyes lit up.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” she exclaimed, leaning forward with her hands around her stomach. The action made her coat gape, and in turn gave him a view again of her mouth-watering cleavage. He tried his best to avert his gaze, because it really wasn’t helping his erection.

After parking the car, he helped her walk the snow-filled lawn towards his back door, which was the door he usually used. Then they were finally inside, and she made more pleased noises as she took a look at the interior. Pride swelled inside Chuck that someone loved his place—essentially, she was his first visitor, because he didn’t really invite visitors here.

She especially loved his bearskin rug, something he acquired on a trip a few months ago. He tried to look at the cabin with her eyes, and he supposed it did look good. It had more masculine touches than feminine, with a good couch in the living room and a large bed that occupied most of the bedroom. But everything was neat, and he always made sure he had food stocked up in his kitchen.

“You must be hungry,” he said. “Let me prepare something to eat for you. You can go ahead and take a shower in my bedroom and change if you want.”

Her eyes lit up again, pleasing him thoroughly. She nodded her head cheerfully. “Thank you so much for your kindness.”

He nodded and said it was no big deal. Then he watched as she sauntered towards the bedroom, her ass swaying with her movements. Thoughts flashed of his hands squeezing that huge ass, but he shook it off and went to the kitchen.

He already had a shower in the locker room, so Chuck only had to remove his coat and gloves before he got to work. He sliced pears and prepared grapes and cheese on a plate, then boiled some tea to keep them warm. Then, realizing it was too quiet, Chuck went ahead and turned on his stereo, putting in a CD of his favorite music. Soft, jazzy tunes filled the air, setting the mood. Once he was done with the food and the music, he then lit some candles to illuminate the room, then the fireplace. Electricity was one of the things that was cut off by the snowstorm.

“Oh, it’s so cozy.”

Natasha’s sexy, accented voice made Chuck turn his head. For the second time that night, he found his breath taken away by the sight of her. She looked fresh out of the shower, and now she was wearing a cream-colored lingerie-sweater ensemble that was too wide for her, slipping from time to time from her creamy shoulders. Long, milky legs greeted him, and her lingerie-sweater hiked up to reveal that she was wearing nothing but wine-colored silk panties beneath. He immediately looked down and went to the kitchen, his pants tightening. He busied himself in preparing the tea, and a few seconds later felt her presence beside him. His hands itched to just touch her—to slide those panties down and see what lay beneath. But she trusted him enough to come with him, and he was a stranger. Coming on to her without her consent just wasn’t polite, and he refused to do it.

To distract her, he asked her to take the tray of food to the rug by the fireplace. He then took the tea, and they sat beside each other. It felt cozy and intimate, and she told him how good the mint herbal tea tasted.