The Unexpected Gift

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The Unexpected Gift

Mike walked down the sidewalk, the street lamps giving off an eerie glow in the snowstorm as the heavy wet flakes reflected the light at odd angles. He sighed as he pulled his collar up, trying to keep the cold precipitation from sneaking down the neck of his shirt and adding to his already uncomfortable chill; he hated the city and he especially hated the city in winter, a Florida boy had no business in New York this time of year!

As he made his way home he wondered why he had taken the job that had brought him to this frozen hell of dirty wet concrete and brown slush that always seemed to find its way into his shoes in an obvious attempt to freeze his feet. This was his second Christmas in the city, the first being a sad lonely affair in this cold soggy land so far from his home of palm trees and warm sandy beaches, this year promising nothing but the same and he wondered how many more dismal holidays he would have to spend here before he was paroled to an office in a climate more fit for human habitation.

He stopped to look into a store window and smiled, a rare thing now a days, at the Norman Rockwell scene inside; happy mannequins sitting around a faux fire, smiles frozen on their painted faces, smaller mannequins seemingly tearing at gayly colored paper wrapped boxes, a happy holiday snapshot in time of a winter wonderland Christmas as he thought, “That’s about right, only plastic people would be happy spending Christmas in this snowy hell.” Mike shook his head in disgust, disgust at the cheerful scene on such a cold and blustery night, and disgust that he had first seen this display a week before Thanksgiving, another holiday he had spent alone.

He turned and resumed his short trip home; that’s all his life seemed to be: work, sleep, work, sleep…with short unpleasant walks in between, he didn’t even have time for a social life and spent all his nights alone. He was brought out of his own personal pity party by the familiar trill of his cell phone and wondered who the hell would be calling him at this ungodly hour; he stopped and fished his phone from his pocket,“Hello?”

“Honey?” Came his Mother’s happy voice, “How are you Baby?”

“Fine, just heading home.”

“So late? Oh baby, you work too hard.” She replied in her sympathetic mommy voice, but he could tell she was bursting at the seams to tell him something.

“Eh, it’s not always so bad.” He lied, easing her into her news, “Sooooo, what’s up Mom.”

“Ohhhh I have wonderful news.” Came the proud reply, “The school’s band has been picked to be in the Christmas Parade up there and your sister will be the majorette!”

“Wow.” He replied, actually pretty impressed; the annual Christmas Parade in the city was something of an event, even televised on several major networks, “Wait, so you’ll be in town on Christmas?”

“Yes! Isn’t that wonderful?” She chirped happily; his mother was always a cheerful woman and her good news was making her down right giddy.

“Actually yes.” He replied; sure it would still be Christmas in this frozen hell, but it might just be bearable with his family here, “So when are you planning on being here?”

“Well we’re supposed to check into our hotel on the twenty-third…”

“Hotel my ass!” Mike interrupted, “You’ll stay with me, I have plenty of room.” It was the truth, the one bright spot, well not the only one actually, was the apartment the company had set him up in.

“That would be awesome honey, we can have a big Christmas just like when you were still at home.” His mother laughed happily.

Mike was about to reply when something, or someone, slammed into him from behind as he stood on the sidewalk talking with his mother, he turned to see a large man walking away from him and was about to say something nasty when again he was plowed into from behind. He growled to himself as he turned again but this time he saw a pretty blonde sitting on the wet concrete staring up at him with a stunned look on her face and a cell phone in her small hand. Mike stepped forward as he spoke into his phone, “I gotta go Mom, call you when I get home.” Before his mother could protest he hung up and reached down to help the young woman to her feet, “Are you ok?”

“Um…ah yeah I think so.” The woman said quietly as he looked up into his bright blue eyes and blushed, “Ahhh, um, sorry…”

“It’s ok, looks like you got the worst of it anyway.” Mike replied, seeming held entranced by her emerald green eyes as she gave him an embarrassed smile; after what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds, he shook his head and grinned back a moment before he saw something that made him feel bad for the young woman, “Jeez, you’re soaked!”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” She replied with a sheepish grin as she tried brushing the wet snow and slush from her legs, “Getting kind of cold too.”

“Do you have far to go?” Mike asked as he bent down and retrieved her few shopping bags, luckily they were plastic so at least they wouldn’t disintegrate after having been dropped in the wet snow and icy slush.

“A few blocks.” She replied absentmindedly before looking up at him with another dazzling smile, “Was going to do a bit more shopping but I think I’ll pass on that now. Better get home before I freeze my fanny off!”

“Um, I live just a half block away if you want to warm up or…um…something? Ummm…well…ahhhh, I…” Mike offered before stopping to consider what his words would sound like to a complete stranger, a beautiful complete stranger at that. He gave a nervous little laugh as she tilted her head and grinned at him, “Sorry, sometimes I don’t think before I speak…I didn’t mean that the way it sounded…”

“Oh really?” She laughed softly, “To bad, that something sounded interesting!”

“Wha…what?” He stammered again, taken aback by her response until he saw the twinkle in her pretty eyes, “You’re teasing me now.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She giggled as she reached for her bags, “You just looked so cute blushing like that. I didn’t think men around here did that anymore.”

“Not actually from here, I’m a transplanted Floridian.”

“Oh?” She asked, her smile still firmly affixed to her pretty lips, which he noted were turning an alarming shade of blue, “So how are you finding our fair city?”

“Cold.” He laughed as he slid all her bags to one hand and gently took her arm with the other, “Which it seems you are as well. At least let me buy you a cup of hot chocolate…” He paused and smiled mischievously, “…or something.”

She laughed and turned to walk with him, allowing him to hold her arm, “Such a gentleman, now how is a girl supposed to refuse an offer like that.” As they started down the sidewalk in the direction his apartment, she actually leaned into him and wrapped her hands around his arm, “My name is Tiffany, Tiffany Albright.”

“Mike Webster.” They walked that way, arm in arm, for nearly a half mile, passing several coffee shops that were unfortunately closed; the wind was picking up as the temperature began to plunge and he was about to bag the whole idea and call her a cab when she stopped and turned to him.

“Um…Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything, but how far is your apartment?” Tiffany asked shyly, her teeth chattering slightly, “I’m really cold.”

“Not far, just up there.” He replied, pointing to a building barely a hundred yards away and swearing silently as she collapsed into him, “Tiffany?”

“I…I’m so co…cold…” She stammered through chattering teeth and he could feel her trembling almost violently against him, even through their heavy coats. Mike decided that he needed to do something quick or she could be in real trouble so he bent down and threw her over his shoulder, nearly running the short distance to the front door of his apartment building; it was a little difficult fumbling with his keys to open the lobby door, but he managed and quickly made his way to the elevator. Luckily at this time of night there was no one in the lobby and he didn’t have to wait for the elevator, or explain why he had an unconscious woman draped over his shoulder, and within minutes he was walking through his front door.

He deposited Tiffany on the leather couch, not caring that her wet clothing was probably staining the expensive piece of furniture, “Hey, Tiffany? Hey, wake up.” Mike didn’t know what to do, he was from Florida and cold weather exposure wasn’t one of the boy scout skills taught in a tropical climate; but he did know he had to get her wet things off before she went all the way into hypothermia. He took a deep breath and hoped he wasn’t getting himself into serious trouble here as he tossed his suit coat and parka onto the floor next to him before dropping to his knees, slipping her boots off then pulling her socks from her small wet feet before standing back up and undoing her pants. He undid her coat and blouse then started removing her clothes and before long he had a nearly naked woman slumped on his couch; he could probably be forgiven for taking a moment, or ten, to admire her amazing body, it had been over two years since he had been this close to a woman in her underwear after all, before he pulled her from the couch and headed to the bathroom.

Her panties were wet but he wasn’t going to go that far with a woman he had just met, he was just a forced celibate and not a perv after all. He started the shower, making sure the water was warm but not too hot, he seemed to remember hearing somewhere that you weren’t supposed to use hot water with hypothermia victims, something about shock or what not. He walked into the shower, still fully clothed; he didn’t want her waking up to find him naked and holding her nearly bare body and completely freak out. As he stepped into the spray, he set her on her tiny feet and with one arm held her up as he tried to rub some circulation back into her thin body with the other; it wasn’t hard, she was a fairly small woman and there didn’t seem to be a spare ounce of fat anywhere on her, except where it absolutely belonged.

He breathed a sigh of relief when she murmured something, still not quite coming awake, as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck; he froze a moment as her breasts, small and bra covered as they were, pressed into his chest and another problem sprang to life. Mike decided she was as warm as she was going to get and shut the shower off, scooping her into his arms before exiting the large shower and grabbing a towel on his way out the bathroom door. He entered the bedroom and stood there holding Tiffany, both dripping water onto the hardwood floor as he decided what to do; her underwear was soaked and he couldn’t leave it on her, but did he dare undress her?

“Fuck it, if she calls the cops, then she calls the cops.” He muttered to himself as he sat her on the padded chair by his desk, quickly removing the rest of her clothing and trying, mostly unsuccessfully, not to peek. He dried her off as best he could then went in search of something for her to wear; his pajamas, which he never wore, were way to big for her but he figured a t-shirt should do the trick; he would have liked something to cover her bottom, he was sure thinking of her naked butt on his mattress was going to cause endless sleepless nights, but he didn’t have anything small enough. “Oh what the hell…” He muttered again as he slipped his way to large pajama bottoms over her shapely legs, sliding them over her equally shapely bum, while genuinely trying not to grope her too much, then slid his t-shirt over her soft blonde hair and covering her small but perfectly shaped breasts and her flat taught stomach, her soft skin gliding under his hands like silk – he was sure she was just about perfect and it was killing him slowly.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork and smiled, he wouldn’t have believed it possible but she looked even more beautiful lost in his pajamas like some orphaned waif, “Damn, this is so unfair!” He gently picked her up, carrying her to the bed and tucking her in like she was some lost child, even retrieving the extra blanket to put over the soft blue comforter, just to make sure she would be warm and toasty. He walked from the room, quietly closing the door, and returned to the bathroom where he stripped out of his sodden clothing and seriously thought about dealing with the rock hard problem he was having but decided it would be in poor taste so he opted for a cold shower instead.

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Tiffany moaned softly, wriggling her small toes as she stretched under the warm blankets and smiled, a smile that evaporated quickly when she opened her eyes and realized she wasn’t in her bed, or her bedroom, so evidently not in her apartment! She felt a sudden stab of fear when she realized she wasn’t in her pajamas either and then she nearly panicked when she slid across the bed and saw her underwear on the floor, “What the fuck?” She hoped from the bed, pulling the drawstring on the pajama pants, men’s pajama pants no less, and slid her hand over her sex, breathing a sigh of relief when she realized she at least hadn’t been raped in her sleep. She actually smiled when she got a look at herself in the full length mirror that seemed to double as the door to the closet, she was swimming in these clothes.

She walked over, holding the over sized pants up with her small hands, to where her panties and bra lay on the hardwood floor, pausing as she grabbed them and felt that they were damp, more like soggy actually; suddenly the night before flashed through her mind: falling in a slush puddle, walking with a man, then so cold, but after that nothing. She must have passed out and he took her home; well even though he had stripped her he hadn’t taken advantage of her so that was a vote in his favor – now if she could only remember his name!

She decided everything was going to have to wait until she found a bathroom and she started for the door, looking around and whistling softly as she finally took notice of her surroundings. What’s his name had a really nice place judging by the bedroom, all real wooden furniture and she was sure the bed she woke up in was big enough to land airplanes on. She walked up to one of the two doors that adorned the walls of the large room and opened it, her eyes getting wide as she saw the bathroom, “Holy crap, who is this guy?”

She walked into the huge bathroom and looked around, it was nearly as big as her apartment! The shower looked like it was built for a small family to live in and she wondered why it had six shower heads, was this a locker room or something? Her full bladder quickly roused her from her awe induced stupor, but she still looked around wide-eyed as she dropped her pants and sat, quickly taking care of at least one morning ritual. She stood, pulling her pants up and tying the draw sting as tight as she could before bending over and rolling the pant legs up so she wouldn’t trip and bust her head open; it was time to find what’s his name and see just what the hell happened the night before.

She walked up to the second door in the bathroom and paused with her hand on the ornate knob, she was definitely out of her element here and it didn’t help that the man who owned the place had seen her naked; but if she was ever going to get home she had to walk straight through the fire so to speak. With the butterflies in her stomach going crazy she turned the knob and stepped out into the apartment proper and stopped cold, the only coherent thought to come to her was, “Holy shit Batman!”

She started down the short hallway and stopped when she reached the great room, and this room was definitely larger than her apartment. She looked left and saw a chrome stairwell with glass steps and shook her head, of course there was an upstairs, then to the right across the rather expansive space and there was what’s his name cooking breakfast. She froze when he saw her and smiled, damn it he was rich and handsome!

“Morning.” He said, strangely blushing and she was confused until she remembered what she was wearing, then remembered she was supposed to be pissed at him. Tiffany walked across the large carpeted floor and stopped at the counter that separated the kitchen from the living space as he set two plates out, “Hope you like pancakes.”

“You made me breakfast?” She asked quietly, this was not helping her to stay angry.

“Yeah I figured you’d be hungry after last night.” He smiled sheepishly.

Oh yeah, pissed, “So what exactly happened last night? What, did you drug me or something?”

“What?” He asked, obviously shocked, “No, no way!”

“Ok, how did I end up in your bed and your clothes?” She asked with a little hint of a grin; she was still having a hard time staying angry at him since obviously he hadn’t taken advantage of her, except perhaps to take a peek.

“Look, after you fell in that puddle, we walked down the street looking for a cafe or something but you got really cold I guess and passed out…”

“I passed out?” She interrupted as the memories started coming back and what she remembered was being so cold she could barely walk.

“Yeah, I guess you got hypothermia or something so since we were almost here I figured I’d get you here where its warm…well, I heard somewhere that a warm shower can help…”

“So you stripped me down and took a shower with me?” She asked, now smiling slightly.

“I was dressed, honest.” He interjected quickly, “Nothing happened, I swear!”

“Ok, so you dressed me in your pajamas and tucked me in…somewhere in there stripping me naked?” She laughed softly as she walked around the bar and hugged him, “I guess I can forgive you since you evidently saved my life.”

“I…I don’t know about that…”

“I do.” She cooed as she tip toed and gave him a small kiss, “Just one more question, what’s your name again?”

He laughed as he returned her kiss, “Oh no, it won’t be that easy.”

“Oh?” She grinned, “And just what do I have to do to get your name?”

“I’m not sure…you seem like a clever girl.” He laughed, almost unable to believe his luck; two years of unwilling celibacy and suddenly this amazing woman literally walks into him.

She laughed again, turning and flipping the burner on the stove off before grabbing his hand and starting to lead him to the bedroom; she stopped at the door and turned to him, suddenly nervous, “Look, I don’t usually do this. I just want you to know that.”

He tenderly caressed her face, “Look Tiff, I’m not looking for some one night stand or thank you sex. If that’s what you’re thinking then I’ll just stay here while you get dressed and then I’ll call you a cab.”

She just stared at him a few moments, trying to believe she heard what she heard, trying to believe he was real and not some hallucination caused by her hypothermia. She grabbed his hand and pushed the door to the bedroom door open and pulled him inside; as soon as she reached the bed she turned and began unbuttoning his shirt. And as soon as she had pulled his shirt off, she pulled hers over her head and saw the wonder on his face as his eyes lighted on her small breasts; she smiled again, that wasn’t the usual response she got from her less than well endowed chest. He was handsome and evidently well off but what turned her on the most was his reaction to her body, men usually passed her by for the sweater puppy girls.

She pulled the tie string of the pajama pants with a flourish and smiled as he watched them drop effortlessly to the ground, she couldn’t believe it as he stood transfixed by her thin legs and narrow hips; she knew she wasn’t anything special, she had been told that often enough, but she couldn’t help but feel sexy as he stared at her.

“My God you’re beautiful!”

She laughed, immensely pleased with the comment and even more pleased when she saw in his eyes that he meant every word, “You need glasses.”

“Wha…what?” He asked, his eyes leaving her naked body and meeting hers, obvious confusion written all over his face.

“Never mind.” She laughed as she went to work on his belt buckle and in a few short moments his pants were bunched up at his ankles, she smiled as she hooked her small thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed down, her eyes dropping to his groin and freezing her in place, “Holy Hanna!”

“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly as he looked down to see her staring at his erection.

“I…damn…um, well ok but take it easy ok?” She stammered as she looked back up at him.

“I…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” She blushed, still with a small nervous smile, “It’s just you’re kind of big…um…you know, down there…”

“It’s not that big…” He started to complain but she cut him off as she pulled him down for a kiss.

“Biggest damn one I’ve ever seen.” She laughed, pressing her body against his and trading one more kiss before she dropped slowly to her knees, never losing eye contact as her smile faded slightly, “Ok, I haven’t done this very often so if I do something wrong, just tell me ok?