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Priya was about an hour into her drive when she decided that she was in trouble.
It was snowing when her plane landed in Burlington, and the huge fluffy flakes had been enchanting as she walked to her rental car. The Vermont countryside was beautiful in winter, and the gently falling snow made it look like a picture book. A perfect New England postcard. But then it started snowing harder, and harder, until a thick white blanket was falling across the road.
Why, oh why, had her sister moved to this frozen excuse for a state? They weren’t snow people. They were beach people, sun people. But if Priya was asking questions, why did she decide to visit Devi and her new daughter in January? Why didn’t she check the forecast this morning? Why did a rental agency in Vermont give her a car that seemed entirely unsuited for this weather? And why did her GPS direct her off the highway and on to this narrow, snow covered back road before promptly losing signal?
She made a distressed noise as the car lost traction for a moment and slid alarmingly towards the side of the road before the tires found their grip. It was dark out, the snow a blowing sheet of white in her headlights. The road was simply a break in the trees, a flat space between a pair or ditches. It had been a long while since Priya had seen another car, or even a house with the lights on. She had no cell service, no map, and no idea where she was.
But there, as she slowly turned a corner, a house! With lights in the windows and everything. “Thank God,” Priya said quietly. She would stop here, and hopefully these people would point her in the direction of a clear road. Her car crunched into their driveway, the front bumper pushing up a little snowdrift. She pulled in as far as she could, and then jumped out and made a run for the front door. The snow was knee deep, and her thin trousers were not up to the task of keeping the cold out. Priya tapped on the front door, hoping that someone was actually home. She might have to break in if they weren’t.
But someone opened the door, a woman. “Oh, hi. What are you doing driving out here?” She sounded extremely concerned.
Priya was so happy she could have kissed her. “I-I was driving, and…” she waved vaguely in the direction of her car. “I’m not sure I can make it any farther.”
“No kidding, come on in, please.” The woman ushered Priya into her house, brushing the snow from her shoulders. There was a little entryway, filled with boots and hanging jackets, and she pointed Priya in the direction of a bench. “Get those wet shoes off, you’ll hurt your feet trying to wear those in the snow.”
“Who is it, babe?” Another woman, calling from deeper in the house. Footsteps, and she came into the entryway. “Don’t tell me Mikey got stuck doing something dumb in the snow again. Oh, hello.”
Priya looked up from taking her shoes. “Hi. Um, I’m Priya. I’m really sorry to impose, just… the snow.” She shook her head.
“God, no worries,” the second girl said. “I’m Tara, this is my partner, Molly.”
“What were you doing out there?” Molly asked. “Pretty sure the state government told everyone to stay off the roads.”
“Of course they did,” Priya said under her breath. “The rental car place at the airport didn’t say anything about that. Neither did my sister, who I’m going to visit. That’s why I’m driving out there.”
“Where does your sister live?” Tara asked.
“Hardwick.”
Molly and Tara shared a look. “You aren’t making it to Hardwick in this weather,” Molly said.
“Really? Shit.” Priya felt defeated. “There isn’t any road open nearby that I could get to?”
“Last I heard the governor was getting ready to call up the National Guard to rescue people,” Molly said. “So I think you’re stuck here until the storm stops.”
Priya let out a long sigh. “Fuck me. I guess I should call my sister.” She pulled out her phone, but there wasn’t even a hint of signal. “Do you guys have a landline I could use?”
“Of course,” Tara said. “Do you have a bag in the car? Let me have your keys and I can go get it.”
Priya handed over her keys and let Molly show her to the phone. Her sister picked up immediately.
“Priya? Are you ok? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.” Devi sounded relieved to hear from her.
“Yeah, Devi, I’m alive. Why didn’t you tell me about the snow?”
“I thought I did. I was going to tell you to spend the night in Burlington.”
“Devi, you told me to dress for the weather. Nothing about snow.”
“Well that’s what I meant. But as long as you’re OK. Where are you?”
That was a good question. Where was she? “I’m in…” Priya looked over at Molly with a quirked eyebrow.
“Calais,” Molly said.
“Calais?” Devi said after Priya told her. “How did you end up over there?”
“No idea. Devi, look. I’m probably spending the night here. I’ll text you the address when I can get signal, and I’ll be at your house tomorrow.”
“Ok, stay safe. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Tara was back inside with her bag, and Priya finally had a moment ardahan escort to look at her saviors. They were both tall, though everyone was tall to her, wearing practical flannels and heavyweight pants. They looked like farmers. Molly was slender, long limbed, with her dark hair styled in a shaggy cut. Tara just looked strong. Wide shoulders, thick hips and thighs, big hands. Her waist was surprisingly small, and Priya could see a hint of large breasts under her shirt. Her blonde hair hung in a long braid down her back.
“So is everything ok?” Tara asked.
“I think so.” Priya said.” Again, I’m really sorry to impose. I’m sure the last thing you wanted tonight was a stranger crashing at your house.”
“Not at all,” Molly said with a brilliant smile. “We’d be monsters if we turned you out in the storm. Do you want something to eat? We could heat up some soup or make you a sandwich, something like that?”
“Yeah, or a drink?” Tara asked. “Our bar is well stocked.”
“No, thank you. I ate before I started driving.” A wave of exhaustion washed over Priya. She’d been riding the edge of panic for a while as she drove through the storm, and the adrenaline was finally draining out of her. “If it’s ok with you, I think I’d just like to lay down.”
“Totally,” Molly said. Let’s show you to the guest room.” That was up a set of slightly creaky stairs. “This is you, and we’re right next door. The bathroom is right there.”
“Thank you, so much. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
“Of course. Sleep tight.”
The guest room wasn’t huge, and neither was the bed, just a full mattress on an antique bed frame pushed against the wall. But it would do. Priya changed into her pajamas, climbed under the covers, and fell asleep almost instantly.
Something woke her up much later in the night. Priya had no idea what time it was. There wasn’t a clock in the room, and her phone was over by her bag. She wasn’t about to get out of bed to look at it. It was quiet in the house, nearly silent, with none of the comforting sounds of a city around her. Just the light touch of the wind on the wood frame of the house. It was dark too, only a slight bit of moonlight on the single window. She was just about to slip back into sleep when she heard something. Priya tilted her head, listening for the sound. She hoped it wasn’t a mouse. But there it was again, quiet, just at the edge of her hearing.
A giggle. And there it was again, accompanied by indistinct whispers. Molly and Tara, she realized. They were in bed in the room next door. Priya hesitated a moment, but her curiosity got the best of her, and she slid until her ear was close to the wall she shared with the other bedroom
“Stop.” A whispered voice, Tara she thought. “You’ll wake her up.”
“No I won’t, not if you’re quiet.” That was definitely Molly. “She won’t wake up anyway, you saw her when she went to bed. She was wiped out.”
“I would be too, driving in that storm.” A slight, wet sound. “Mmm, that feels good.”
“I know what you like, baby,” Molly said with a quiet chuckle. “She’s pretty cute, isn’t she?”
“Priya?” Tara said with a soft groan. Yeah, I like an Indian MILF as much as the next girl.”
“MILF? I don’t think she’s that much older than us.”
“Oh fuck, put your fingers in me.” A shuddering moan. “Not that much older. But she has some titties on her, and that ass.”
Priya’s heart was pounding in her chest. They were talking about her! While they were having sex! She had to admit, it was exciting to hear. It had been a long time since someone talked about her like that. She might have to take exception to the MILF designation. She didn’t have any kids. But she was forty, so maybe it counted. Still… She pushed her pajama pants down her hips, careful not to make too much noise, until they were around her thighs. She stroked up and down her cleft with a single finger, collecting up her juices before circling her clit with a fingertip. Her free thumb hooked into the bottom of her T-shirt, tugging it up over her tits, and she pinched a fat nipple between thumb and forefinger as she kept listening.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” Tara moaned. The wet noises from the other side of the wall were increasing in volume and intensity. “She has a nice face.”
“Yeah, she does. I want to see what it looks like when she cums.”
Priya’s eyes went wide at the thought. Her fingers sped their movement on her clit, making their own little wet noises.
“Oooh, I want to see that too,” Tara moaned. “Baby, I’m close. Put your whole hand in me.”
The orgasm slammed into Priya with such unexpected force that she had to slap her hand over her mouth to stop from screaming. Her core flexed, her pussy gushing around her fingers. She abandoned her clit to plunge a pair of fingers into her cunt, desperately dragging them over her g-spot. A second climax followed, her pussy gripping down on her fingers and she moaned into her palm. Her tongue feebly wiped at her own hand as the shudders of her artvin escort orgasm rolled through her.
When her breathing finally settled down to normal she leaned back to the wall. Tara and Molly weren’t talking, and Priya had the sudden fear that they had heard her masturbating. Would they be mad? But no, there were quiet noises from their side of the wall. Kissing, she thought. Exhaustion caught up with her again, and deep sleep came with it.
The next time Priya woke it was morning, bright sun streaming through the window. She lay in bed for a long time, enjoying the warmth of the covers. The night before felt like a dream, maybe just her adrenaline drained brain making up scenarios. But her T-shirt was still up over her breasts, and her pajama pants were around her ankles, so that part was real. And that meant the rest of it probably was too.
Mercifully, Molly and Tara showed no sign that anything unusual had happened the night before. They simply greeted her with coffee and breakfast. The view from their dining room was unreal. A thick blanket of white covering every outdoor surface, the trees and hills looking like something out of an advertisement.
“Thirty-three inches,” Molly said. “Not quite a one day record, but close.”
“Oh, wow.” Thirty-three inches of snow. Priya didn’t think she had ever seen that much at one time. “Will they be able to clear the roads today?”
“I don’t know,” Tara said with a sigh. “I was texting Dave on the road crew earlier, and he said they might not even get to our road today. Plus there’s supposed to be another foot or two of snow tonight. You might be here for a minute.”
“Oh,” Priya didn’t know what to say to that. “That’s tough to hear. I really want to get to my sister’s, and I feel so bad to be taking advantage of your hospitality.” She gestured to breakfast. “I mean, you’re feeding me, giving me a place to sleep… I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”
“Don’t worry about the food, we have plenty,” Molly said. “And you don’t need to repay us, we’re happy to help. But if you wanted to chip in on chores while you’re here, we wouldn’t say no. Lots to do on a farm, after all.”
“This is a farm?” Priya asked. “I had no idea.” In the night it had just been a refuge.
“Yep,” Molly said brightly.
“Well,” Tara started.
“Ok, we’re trying to make it a farm again,” Molly said. “It used to be my great uncle’s place. When he died, he willed it to the family with the instructions that if a family member wanted to farm it they should be allowed to take over. And since I went to college and grad school for agriculture…”
“Which is where we met,” Tara said, taking Molly’s hand. “I was studying philosophy.”
“That’s right,” Molly said, giving her girlfriend a fond smile. “I stole her away from academia. Where was I? Oh yeah, so since we want to farm it, we get to live here and work the land. The farm is held in a trust, and it’s all paid off. So no rent. We pay the property taxes, utilities, upkeep, that sort of thing. And we get to do what we want with it.”
“Right now that’s a barn and some chickens,” Tara said. “But we have big plans.”
“Wow, that’s honestly really cool,” Priya said. “Way better than working at a desk, trust me.”
“We think so, but there are plenty of chores,” Molly said. “Not as many as there will be once we’re fully set up, but not none either.”
“And after a storm like that,” Tara said, nodding her head at the snow covered landscape. “That means shoveling.”
Priya did not come from a part of the country where shoveling snow was a thing. And she certainly didn’t have the sort of clothes that one needed to accomplish that task. Luckily, Molly and Tara had plenty of extra boots, jackets, hats, gloves, and snow pants for her.
“It’s a Vermont tradition to have all this stuff,” Tara said. “I’m pretty sure it’s reproducing in the closet anyway.”
So without too much work Priya was out in the snow, wrapped in mostly fitting winter gear. The first task was to get her car out of the middle of the driveway. They dug a path to the car, brushed the thick layer of snow off with a push broom, and eventually got it started. Tara did the driving, which Priya was glad to see. She didn’t trust herself in the deep powder. It didn’t take too long to get the rental out of the way enough for the real work to start.
Together they cut a path to the barn. A small, old fashioned tractor was just inside, outfitted with a plow. Molly jumped on and started clearing the driveway, while Priya and Tara focused on the small paths around the house and out to the few sheds that the girls had. It was hard work, but Priya pretty quickly figured out that she didn’t mind it at all. Something about getting to use her hands was just soothing. That being said, she could tell her back was going to ache when this was all done.
They took a short break for lunch, just some sandwiches. But Tara took the opportunity to put some cider in a crockpot to warm up.
“For when we’re done,” she said. bodrum escort “Maybe with a bit of booze.”
The last thing to shovel was the porch. As they got it cleared off they revealed a low, boxy shape. Molly brushed the top off and then released a couple of catches on the side. A billow of steam rolled out when she opened the lid.
“There she is,” Molly said with satisfaction.
“Is that a hot tub?” Priya asked.
Tara grinned at her. “Sure is, nothing better after a long day of shoveling.”
“Needs to warm up a couple of degrees first.” Molly was tapping at the control panel. “Shouldn’t take too long.” She took in the shoveled farm. “I think we’re pretty much done for today. I’m gonna go feed the chickens, and maybe then we can have a drink.”
Soon enough the three of them were out of their snow clothes and back in the dining room. Tara poured mugs of hot cider, and then added some very generous portions of rum to each mug. Priya sighed happily as the hot drink filled her with warmth. It was a very soothing way to finish work, and she felt honestly fulfilled by the labor of the day.
“So,” Molly said after a bit of companionable silence. “Should we get in the hot tub?”
“The hot tub sounds great, but I don’t have a suit,” Priya said. “I wasn’t planning on needing one in the winter.”
Molly and Tara looked her over. “I think we can find something that’ll work,” Tara said.
They were able to pull together a mismatched bikini for Priya, blue on the bottom, hot pink on top. She tried it on in the guest room and sighed. She was a bit thicker than either of the girls in the ass, and much, much thicker in the breasts. Priya was spilling out of the bikini top, the fabric straining with the effort of containing her tits. No matter how she adjusted it a fair amount of dark areola was exposed beyond the edges of the cups, and her ass was already eating the bottoms. But she couldn’t back out now, so she just wrapped her towel around her and went out to join the girls.
Molly let out a wolf whistle when Priya pulled her towel off.
“Va va voom,” Tara said. “Damn girl.”
Priya blushed, cheeks heating as she climbed into the tub. The hot water felt great on her tired muscles. “Stop you two. I’m old enough to be, well, not your mother, but an aunt. Or an older cousin.”
“If I had a cousin that looked like you I would’ve figured out I was gay a lot sooner,” Molly said with a grin.
“We’ll stop teasing. Here.” Tara handed Priya another mug of hot cider.
Priya took it gladly. It was even stronger than the first drink, rum fumes wafting off of it. As she sipped at it a pleasant warmth grew in her belly, combining with the heat from the tub, and soon she had settled into a light, soothing, fuzzy sort of feeling. It was nice. Molly and Tara were clearly in the same mood, and the three of them sat and enjoyed the tub as the waters took them.
“This is a little weird,” Molly eventually murmured.
“What?” Priya asked. She had her head resting on one of the padded edges of the tub, eyes closed as the jets gently worked the knots in her back.
“Wearing a bikini in here.”
Priya opened one eye and looked over at Molly, just to make sure she wasn’t teasing again. But Molly had her head tilted back, eyes closed, looking nothing but relaxed. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Tara replied. “You can’t see the hot tub from the road, and it’s just the two of us here. Why bother getting a bikini wet?”
“Oh, well…” Priya only hesitated a moment. “I don’t want to make you guys change how you do things.” She undid the knot holding her top together and tossed it out of the tub. A brief lift of her ass and the bottoms quickly followed.
Molly and Tara shared a look, and then they both stood. Priya’s breath caught as they began to strip. Her initial evaluation of their figures had been spot on. Molly was slender in a natural way, genes instead of the gym. She had small, high breasts capped by big pink nipples. There was a little triangular tuft of dark hair just above the deep cleft of her cunt. Tara wasn’t slender, instead her body was coated in muscle, clearly earned through long hours of lifting. She had wide, strong shoulders and muscular arms, a visible six pack, and thick thighs. Despite her fit frame her breasts were still quite large, though nowhere near what Priya brought to the table. Her puffy lipped cunt was completely bare and recently waxed.
Priya squeezed her thighs together as she watched them. Molly and Tara stayed standing longer than they needed to, smiling down at Priya and stretching in the cold air, before sinking back below the water. Priya had to resist the urge to slip her hand between her legs. What was getting into her?
They lay back in the water for a while, none of them speaking, letting the drinks and the heat loosen them up.
“You know what we should do…” Tara said, giving Molly a conspiratorial look.
Molly grinned back at her. “It is the right weather for it. You first.”
“What are you two talking about?” Priya asked. “I–Oh!”
Tara jumped out of the hot tub and ran off the porch. She launched herself at the first good snow drift in sight, rolling in it getting herself nice and covered in snow. Then she was running back to the tub, giggling all the while. She plopped back in with a gasp and then a deep sigh.
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