The hostess

Chapter 1 - an unexpected visitor

Heavy snow is falling. That often means an unexpected visitor, and I am very excited at the prospect of entertaining. I live in a small cottage far away from anyone else, miles away, on a narrow rural road.

I live here in the forest alone, and I don't get much company. But when I do, I certainly make my guests feel welcome. Lots of guys go hunting in these woods, and when the snow falls like this, they often make their way to my door lost -- and usually quite hungry.

I so enjoy it when they're hungry.

Since early this morning, I could already sense that he is on his way. A woman like me just knows these kinds of things. Call it female intuition if you like, but my senses can practically smell and feel and hear and, yes, even taste his approach through these woods.

I make last-minute preparations for him as my body tingles with anticipation of having a new houseguest to stay a while with me. I have been cooking and baking all day in my kitchen, wearing nothing but my apron and my chef's hat. The oven keeps my kitchen hot enough I don't need any clothes, even on a cold wintry day like this.

I look out the kitchen window at the snow-covered forest, like a scene from a Christmas card. A cardinal flutters away from the birdfeeder where I have put breadcrumbs to attract those poor starving birds.

I don't get many visitors way out here, and that is so sad. I consider myself an excellent hostess, always trying to anticipate the needs of my guest and helping him enjoy himself.

And I know just how to persuade him to really let go and enjoy himself to the fullest.

I get so lonely for some male companionship. Tonight will be a time of celebration for me and for the stranger who is on his way. He has no idea what I have planned for him.

How could he possibly know, and if he did, he would probably run the other way! Still, I can sense his coming closer by the minute.

As the daylight outside wanes, I take a long luxurious soak bath. The aroma of baked goods and delicious foods fills the house.

Out of the tub, I dry myself, then rub lotion onto my creamy skin, spinkle on fragrant powders, spritz perfume and apply makeup. I brush my long brown hair 100 strokes, making it so shiny and soft.

I then put on my finest black nightgown, the one which so sensuously accentuates my voluptuous figure. Looking in the mirror, I am pleased with what I see. I smile a wicked little smile at my reflection. "Pretty hot, if I have to say so myself," I whisper into the mirror.

And I can only imagine how delighted my guest will be to see me. Undoubtedly, he will find me such a charming and gorgeous hostess. There is no way he will be able to say no to me, haha.

I put on some black silver pumps and step into my small, cozy kitchen to prepare the table for my guest.

The snow is piling up outside, and darkness falls a bit earlier than it did last night. It is the middle of December, and these nights are so long and lonely for me. That's why I am so excited about his approach.

I hear a truck spinning through the deep snow and up into my long driveway. I hear his truck door open and close and the trudge of his boots in the new-fallen snow. I approach the door, and just as he is ready to knock, I open it.

"Hello," I say in the sexiest throaty voice I can manage, not that difficult really.

I hear him gulp as his eyes swallow my beauty all at once. He is indeed speechless.

"Did you break down?"

"Uhm, uh, no, but I would like to use your phone if I could. I was supposed to meet some friends at their hunting camp, and I have gotten lost in all this snow. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere."

"Well, I'm afraid my phone hasn't been working properly for the last few days, but you are more than welcome to come in and warm up a bit."

He eagerly steps through the doorway and removes his snowy boots. As I help him take off his coat, I notice that he is ruggedly handsome with a broad face and long blonde hair. And, most important to me, he is a nice big-sized man, just the kind I enjoy so much.

He is quite a bit taller than me, probably about six feet or so, weighing 225 pounds if not more. He has the beginnings of a cute potbelly and some nice-sized love handles, but that's all. He's probably the kind of guy who knows he should watch his weight, eat less and he should exercise more, but he doesn't.

What a delightful shape he's in, I think to myself. He has a nice starter belly, anyway. He's not skinny, that's for sure, but he's certainly not morbidly obese either - not yet anyway, haha!

"What's your name?" I ask.

"J-J-J-John," he stutters, openly staring at my beautiful curvy body.

"Well, John, I was just about to have dinner. Would you care to join me?"

"Well, ah, uh, sure, I guess, if I'm not imposing."

"Oh, no, it's no imposition at all, John. In fact, I've been dying for some company."

I lead him to the kitchen and then watch his eyes widen in fascination at the feast upon my table. Spread out before him is a complete turkey dinner, as elaborate as any I have ever made on Thanksgiving Day. Oh, I love Thanksgiving! I wish every day could be a day of gluttonous feasting like that!

I observe the gleam in John's eyes and how he licks his lips as he gazes upon the steaming bowls of mashed potatoes, stuffing and buttered vegetables. A huge basket of big soft dinner rolls catches his eye, then he again focuses on the enormous turkey.

He can't speak, it seems, so I take his broad hand and gently lead him to his chair and make him sit down.

"Wow, it looks like you were expecting company," he finally stammers.

"No, just you," I say as I remove a pumpkin pie from the oven and set it on a cooling rack.

(to be continued)
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FrecherTyp 7 years
well its ok then when only he gains ;-) i found the two way mirror very interesting thehe would be nice to read more about her observations
Tommmy 7 years
Wonderful please continue soon
Ateitall 7 years
End??? Heck no!!!
Zurea 8 years
Already craving more, keep up your amazing work ~
FrecherTyp 8 years
oh hehe she could gain just a tiny bit and then get furious about it blaming him for eating so much in front of her ;-) so she starts some sexy slight exercises to make him horny and hungry again and maybe even ask him for comparing their fitness ;-) from
Fatlilboy 8 years
I love where this is going.
GrowingLoveH... 8 years
Thanks so much, GPD, and Otherland78! More fun to come. Haha, I don't know that she should gain... just him!
FrecherTyp 8 years
oh i would love for you to continue this lovely sexy story ;-)
GrowingLoveH... 8 years
Thanks, hereiam! More is on the way later this week!
GrowingLoveH... 8 years
ironbeam, you appear to be just the slab of flab the hostess would love to have over for dinner. Wait for the snow, and head on out to the woods!
Hereiam 8 years
Good start. Eagerly waiting for more!
GrowingLoveH... 8 years
Thanks, hurgon! I'm hoping to put the continuation up later this week. This story is kind of evolving as I write it.
Hurgon 8 years
Good stuff. Great pic too!
GrowingLoveH... 8 years
jens01, that's what our chubby boy in the story is just about to say, "Oh, yes, more please!"
Jens01 8 years
oh yes more please
GrowingLoveH... 8 years
I actually have the "conclusion" for this written, but I want to go beyond what I often do -- take the story to a point where it's provocatively satisfying!
Jktab 8 years
What a nice start hopefully you'll add to it. i can see this being a wonderful story
GrowingLoveH... 8 years
Thanks so much for such kind words! I really appreciate your comments. They keep me writing!
Fatlilboy 8 years
Got me by the gonads too!