“Uh, that was the cream-filled you wanted, right Carole?”
“Yes. Thanks, Spencer,” the attractive middle-aged woman said from the backseat. She reached forward and took the offered donut from her son-in-law.
“And here’s you cruller, babe.” Spencer handed another donut to his wife as he climbed into the car, brushing the accumulation of snow off his shoulders. “Jesus, this snow is pretty bad. We better get going before it gets worse.”
“Here’s your coffee, Mom.” Peri turned in the seat and handed one of the cups back to her mother, and set Spencer’s and hers in the cup holders in the front console. “Yeah, it seems to be getting worse since we left the house fifteen minutes ago,” Peri said, looking out through the windshield as she fastened her seat belt. “Hopefully it’s clearer once we get out of this streamer. I’ve been looking forward to this weekend away for a month now. The weather better not screw with our plans.” She gave her husband a naughty look and winked at him, unseen by her mother in the back seat.
Spencer caught the look his wife gave him and smiled in return as he re-started the car, the wipers already having trouble keeping up with the falling snow. He and his wife, Peri, had been planning this ski trip weekend for a month now. Actually, the plan was more for a dirty weekend at the resort, with maybe a little skiing done in between. As a 27-year old investment banker with a large well-known firm, Spencer was expected to put in the hours, which he happily did and loved—but now it was time for their weekend away.
Peri was 25, and had recently started her practice as a psychologist. As a young associate, she was logging a lot of hours as well. She’d recently been hired on by a small partnership who found they couldn’t keep up with the number of clientele requesting their services. As young professionals, both Spencer and Peri often found themselves too tired when they got home to even think about sex, both of them usually falling asleep in front of late-night TV. Peri had been feeling that nasty itch between her legs lately, and was hoping to have Spencer scratch that itch nice and deep this weekend with that huge cock of his. Her suitcase was full of sexy lingerie and shoes that definitely weren’t made for snowy weather. She didn’t care at all if they never left the room.
The resort was about three hours away from where they lived—that three hours being under normal circumstances, not like the snow storm they found themselves in now.
Peri’s 47-year old mother, Carole, was hitching a ride back to the town she lived in, about halfway between the ski resort and the city where her daughter and Spencer resided. She’d gotten a lift from a friend early in the morning and spent the day visiting her sister, who lived in the same city as Peri and Spencer, having arranged in advance to get a ride home with her daughter and son-in-law on their way to the resort. Carole’s home was right on the way, and they’d happily agreed to give her a lift. As soon as Peri and Spencer had finished work on Friday, they grabbed their bags and picked up Carole at Peri’s aunt’s house and made their way out of town, making a brief pit stop for donuts and coffee on the outskirts of the city. Hoping to get to the resort as soon as possible, they left the donut shop and headed out.
“Jesus, I can’t believe this,” Spencer said, sipping his coffee as he carefully made his way onto the freeway, keeping his eyes on the taillights of the car ahead of him.
“Be careful, sweetie,” Peri said, squinting to try and see through the falling snow as well. “Take your time. I don’t feel like dying on this trip.”
“Agreed. Here, take this,” Spencer said, handing her his coffee cup as he sat up straighter and leaned forward, both hands gripping the wheel tightly. The snow was falling heavier now, and he could barely see the lines on the road from the car in front of him, the red taillights ahead almost blinking now as the snow prevented him from seeing them clearly. On top of everything else, darkness was starting to settle in.
“Oh dear,” Carole said from the backseat, “this isn’t good.”
“No, it’s not,” Spencer replied, flicking the wipers onto “HIGH” in order to keep up with the heavily falling snow. The tenseness of the situation quieted all three of them as Spencer concentrated on the road, his nerves on edge. The situation didn’t improve, and after about forty-five minutes, if anything, it seemed to get worse.
“LOOK OUT!” Peri burst out, pointing out the windshield.
Through the heavily-falling snow, Spencer saw the car stopped right in front of them at the same time Peri did. He instinctively reacted by slamming on the brakes and jerking the wheel. The car spun on the icy road as he tried to get it under control, but to no avail. He felt it turning sideways and tried to steer in the opposite direction to bring it straight, but it just kept going. It did a full 360, finally stopping its slide and coming to a stop as it faced in the direction they were originally going. Gasping nervously and with his heart racing, Spencer pulled the car over to the side of the road and slammed it into park, putting his hazard lights on as leaned forward and rested his head on the steering wheel.
“Is everybody okay?” he asked, turning to look at his wife and her mother.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Peri said, visibly shaken. “Mom?”
“I’m okay. Thanks, Spencer. That was close.”
“Too close.” Spencer shook out his arms, trying to shake off the tension.
Peri pulled out her phone. “I’m checking the weather forecast.” Her fingers flew over the screen of the phone. “Geez. It’s just been updated minutes ago for this region. It says this storm is going to continue for at least another four to six hours.” They all looked out the front window, huge flakes of snow continuing to fall. “What do you think we should do, Spencer? Do you think we should turn around and try to get back home?”
“No way,” Spencer said emphatically. “I’m going to creep along the side of the road here until we come to the next off-ramp. If we’re where I think we are, there are a few roadside motels close to this part of the highway. Hopefully we can make it that far without getting in an accident.”
With the hazard lights flashing and the wipers going like a turbo-charged metronome, Spencer crept along slowly until he came to the next road. Happy to at least be off the main freeway, he breathed a sigh of relief as he took the curving ramp to the side road, coming shortly after that to a gas station.
“I’ve gotten gas here before,” he said. “There’s a motel just down the road a bit, if I remember right.” Continuing at a crawl, ten minutes later they spotted the flickering neon sign of the motel, but they couldn’t read it clearly until they were right under it.
“The Olde Log Inn,” Peri read out loud as they drove by at a snail’s pace.
“Well, I imagine it’s not The Ritz,” Spencer said, squinting to find the unit with the ‘OFFICE’ light over the door. “But anything’s better than trying to get through this snow.” He pulled up next to the office and dropped the car into park. “I’ll be right back.”
As soon as Spencer closed the door behind him, Carole leaned forward, resting her arm on the back of her daughter’s seat. “Peri, if Spencer gets us some rooms, what am I going to wear to sleep in? I just came for the day, so I’ve got nothing more than the clothes on my back.”
“It’ll be alright, Mom,” Peri replied, “I’m sure I’ve got something you can wear.” She thought about her suitcase full of lingerie, and wondered if she had spoken too quickly.
Spencer returned to the car moments later, once again brushing the snow off his shoulders, the stuff accumulating on his coat even in the short distance between the office door and the car. He climbed in, handing a grocery bag to Peri. “We got the last room. He said there were five people in the last hour who checked in because of the storm.” He pointed towards the bag he’d given Peri. “I even got us some food. We’ve got some sandwiches, chips, and something to drink. At least we won’t starve.”
“The last room?” Carole asked, a questioning tone to her voice.
“Yes,” Spencer said, turning and smiling at his attractive mother-in-law, seeing she was concerned about not having her own room. “But it does have two queen beds, so I think we’ll be okay.”
“It’ll be fine, mother,” Peri interjected, having noticed the tone in her mother’s voice. “It’s only for one night.”
“Of course. I’m sorry. As long as we’re not out there driving, that’s what counts. Thanks for being so careful, Spencer.”
“That’s okay, Carole. We’ll make the best of it. Okay, room #16. He said it’s the end one on the second floor, right above #8.” Spencer parked in front of the end unit, the number ‘8’ on the door barely visible through the heavily falling snow. He grabbed their two bags from the trunk and locked up as Peri and Carole made their way up the rickety stairs at the end of the building. Peri checked the room number and used the old-fashioned key to open the door. The three of them trudged in, brushing the snow off their coats.
Spencer set down the bags and stood up, gesturing with open arms towards the rest of the room. “Welcome to the Taj Mahal,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.
“It could be worse,” Peri said, taking off her coat as they all looked at their room for the night.
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