A Break in the Storm

>You awoke slowly, wrapped up in your old comforter.
>You must have passed out in front of the fire last night.
>The power has been out in your neighborhood for a couple of days on account of a tropical storm, and the rain hasn't let up since it started.
>Thankfully you keep a supply of firewood indoors for just such an occasion. And the realtor said you'd never use the fireplace.
>The rain is still coming down hard outside, falling in its steady rhythm as you look to check your wall clock.
>3 AM? Ah well, you suppose you can go back to sleep.
>Above the sound of the rain comes a few clear taps.
*tap tap tap*
>It might be colder than usual, but you weren't expecting hail-
*tap tap tap*
>You lift your head up and out of your blanket cocoon, looking over towards the sliding glass door keeping the rain in the backyard.
*tap tap tap*
>There's a fairly large figure standing out in the rain, asking for shelter as politely as they can.
*tap tap tap*
>You raise yourself from the couch, walking over towards the door.
>You grab a dish towel as you pass by the kitchen and let in your visitor.
>Say what you will, nobody deserves to be trapped out in that weather.
"Here, try and dry off a bit, I'll go grab a couple of bath towels."
>"...Thank you."
>Their voice is deep, and has a rich feminine quality to it.
>Your eyes still need time to adjust to the light, so you walk to the bathroom to grab a couple of towels.
>She's rather large, so you hope three of your fluffiest towels will be enough for her.
>As you step into the main room once again, your guest has moved over to the couch, but is still standing just beside it.
>You lay a towel over the seat next to yours, and present the other two to her.
>"...You're being awful kind to me stranger."
>She takes the towels, and sits on the couch, though another shape seems to lay lengthwise from her rear.
>You processed what she had said as you ruffle some newspapers to start a new fire.
"It sounds like you need a little kindness right about now."
>She pauses, and you think she's smiling, but it's still hard to tell.
>"Well I appreciate it stranger."
>You light the fire, toying with the logs to get them to catch from the kindling.
"That should do it."
>You look over to see your guest in the light, and your expression turns to shock.
>What you see is an anthro gator woman, naked as the day she was born.
>She sits comfortably on couch. Despite her relaxed stance, you can tell that she would stand just over 6 and a half feet tall.
>She sports a pair of E cup breasts, and... well the best way to describe her form is "Thickset, with just the right amount of curve."
>She sits, still wiping her body dry, with what appears to be a contented smile adorning her snout.
>Her tan underscales glow in the firelight, as she notices your new expression.
>"Something wrong, shug?"
>You take a deep breath.
"Sorry, just, wasn't expecting someone like you."
>"I can go if you-"
"No, no, please stay."
>You grab her scaled hand. It's smooth surface is still just a bit damp from the rain.
"It's a nightmare out there."
>"...If you insist. You got a name, stranger?"
"Barry."
>"Call me Eileen."
>You pull your comforter over Eileen, and shift to be just a bit closer to her.
>She puts her left arm around you, pulling you to her side.
>The fire roars and crackles, warming the room. Her scales are cool to touch, warming slowly from the flames.
>She holds you close to her, and you wrap your right arm around her, just barely getting around.
>You both watch the flickering of the flames, as you drift off to sleep, resting your head against her side.
~~~
>There's a dim light as you slowly rouse yourself from sleep once more.
>Your bed seems a little different...
>At some point in the night, Eileen must have picked you up, and is cradling you in her arms, still sound asleep.
>The fire was naught but glowing coals, but her embrace keeps you warm on this cold day.
>Rain still falls in a torrent, but in the warm arms of your visitor, nothing else matters.
*SNNNORG*
>
>The benefits of being a heavy sleeper.
>You try to carefully extract yourself from this position.
*Haaaaah*
>She taps her jaws together, and looks down to you.
>She pulls you up to meet her eyes. A dark green surrounds her pupils, shining ever so slightly in the dull morning light.
>"Morning sugar."
"Good morning."
>She hugs you close, pressing your body into her generous breasts.
>"It has been quite some time since I've slept somewhere soft."
>Her touch is cool, but her embrace feels so warm.
>It's only now you realize the pressure of your morning wood, peeking through your pajama pants.
>"...And inviting."
>She forces you into a kiss, as your surprise melts as you kiss her back, as best you can.
>Tongues intertwine, as you explore her powerful mouth.
>You break to breathe, and she gives a coy smile.
>She flips you over, opening her thighs while she dangles your face in front of her slit.
>You begin to rub her inner thighs, massaging her flesh in wide circles as you move toward your target.
>A low murmur takes form in Eileen's diaphragm, as she deftly tosses your pajamas onto the floor in front of her.
>You take the initiative and dive in, pushing your tongue into her vagina.
>Her taste is plain, but you lap it up in your lustful state.
>In turn, she lets her tongue hang loose, and gives your dick a mighty lick.
>Your erect member stands fully at attention, pointing directly into her snout.
>She gives little licks to your glans, before fully enveloping your shaft with her lips.
>You break from her folds to shout
"Teeth!"
>"Trush me shug, thish ain' my firsh hoe'own."
>She pushes her maw slowly along your length, teasing your tip with her tongue as she bottoms out.
>You shudder aloud and go back to your task, if only to keep yourself from waking the neighbors.
>Wrapped in her arms, you lick and press and suck at her vagina, feeling her muscles slowly begin to contract.
>The pulsate in no certain time, shaking between her breath and her own motions made onto you.
>She picks up her own pace, sucking and pressing on your member, letting the cool air provide its own unique sensations.
>Your dick is leaking precum, a steady faucet from which she drinks deep.
>She pulls and pushes along the base of your penis, coaxing each sweet little droplet out.
>You press your lips against slit, feeling her smooth flesh as you sip her juices.
>The pleasure is sublime, and your muscles tense up as you reach the edge of your climax.
>She locks her lips around your member, awaiting her salty treat.
>You hold out as long as you can, as you frantically push your tongue as far as it will go.
>She clenches her walls, and begins to leak her own fluids.
>Knowing you have succeeded, you let yourself fall to your own bliss.
>Torrents of your cum begin to flood her mouth, as she hungrily gulps down your essence.
>Her own orgasm triggers, releasing onto your face and couch, soaking the bottom of your old blanket in her pleasure.
>You both breathe deeply, drained from your morning delight.
>You tap her elbow. She flips you right side up, and you give her a quick kiss.
"Are you gonna let me up?"
>"What for, shug?"
"Breakfast."
>"Well I suppose there's no choice in the matter."
>She gives you a quick squeeze, and sets you standing on the floor. You get to work restarting the fire.
~~~
>One of the core advantages of a gas stovetop is that it needs no electrical power to run.
>Through a little culinary magic, you've put together two perfect plates.
>2 eggs, over medium, 2 pieces of bacon, crispy, and a big ol' slab of rye toast. And double that for Eileen.
>You set them down on the dining table.
"Eggs' on"
>She stands up, on tiptoe, stretching her entire body out.
>The color of the flames dance on her scales, bright yellows and oranges alighting dark greys.
>You pull her chair out, and she sits, politely waiting for you before diving in.
>"You're a man after my own heart, you know that?" she says between mouthfuls of runny egg.
"What can I say, you've charmed me."
>"...Don't just go saying things like that, you're makin' my heart go all fuzzy."
"It's only fair, you've been doing that to me all morning."
>"You're just sweet as can be, sugar bear."
>You both finish your breakfasts, and as you put the dishes in the sink, you pull out your secret weapon.
>On the backburner is the mother of all hot chocolates. Pure baker's chocolate melted into whole milk, with raw sugar to sweeten.
>You pour two big mugs, and drop a spoonful of whipped cream right in the center of both.
>You bring your mugs back to the couch.
>"Ooh."
>She motions you to her side, and you cuddle up to her, basking in the warmth of the hearth.
"...I'm glad you woke me up last night."
>She takes a sip from her mug.
"It's been lonely here these past couple of weeks, and this storm really isn't helping."
"Don't let me get all sappy, but... I'd like it if you'd stick around."
>"Sweetheart."
>She sets her mug on the coffee table, and pulls you into a hug.
>"I'd be delighted."
>You wrap your arms around her, holding herself close to you.
>The fire crackles as you feel each other's warmth, and the rain falls quietly.
>"Not for nothing, but do you have anything fun to do?"
"I've got checkers."