As he was finishing filling his belly after filling his SUV fuel tank at the truck stop, Scott saw a woman towing a suitcase going from table to table and apparently asking something. It looked like she wasn’t having much luck and then she came to him. “Sir, are you heading west?”

The weather was getting shitty with the snow continuing to fall but he’d driven in lots of it and had a 4WD SUV with snow tires so he said “Yes. Why?”

“I’ve got to get home and the bus I was on is staying here until the storm is over. Could you give me a ride? Oh, my name is Rose.”

“My name is Scott. Have you eaten? Not good to make this run on an empty belly.”

“Well no. Been too busy searching for a ride. I’ll get something to go if you said yes like I think.”

Scott smiled, “Will be nice to have company. Go get your food and let’s roll.”

The snowfall was steady but the markers on the roadsides helped him stay on it. That is until about an hour underway when there was a steeply descending curve. A layer of ice under the snow wiped out traction and Scott suddenly felt them going over the side to a fortunately steep but not precipitous slope. The SUV spun around and its rear end thunked solidly into some deep snow at the bottom of the slope. They were setting at an approximately 30 degree angle with no traction. To make matters more difficult, the exhaust was packed with snow and the engine stalled out. It wouldn’t start again and Scott was careful to save the battery.

Neither passenger’s cell phone could find service. Civilization was rather far away, this being a National Forest area. They were stuck as the snow gradually covered the vehicle. He always carried food and water so keeping warm was the most serious need.

“I feel bad about this,” Scott said to Rose. “This snowfall is expected for another six to eight hours. I told my family when I left the truck stop and if they don’t hear from me in awhile they will notify the Highway Patrol. Not that they could do much right now, I suspect. Our vehicle is probably already hidden by snowfall and who would look down this hill anyway. We’ve just got to take care of ourselves. Fortunately I always carry stuff depending on the season because shit like this happens, right?”

Rose was obviously near tears and Scott reached out to squeeze her hand. In the time they’d had together there was some acquaintance struck up. He was early forties, single, and going to see family about five hours from the truck stop in good weather. Rose was mid-twenties, married, and returning home which was the next town normally an hour and a half from the truck stop.

Rose was squirming so Scott asked her what was wrong. “I have to pee. How can I do that?”

Scott suppressed a laugh because she was struggling. Climbing to the second seat he rummaged behind and came up with a big plastic container with a snap lid. “Pee in this. I don’t think it’s wise to open the car doors right now so we’ll just keep a lid on it. I won’t watch.” He did hear, after considerable rustling around to find a workable position, her stream hitting the container. That stirred his need so he told her to pass it back without snapping the lid on. His piss soon made noise as it mixed with hers. His pecker thickened as he thought about that.

They weren’t hungry yet and drinking water would be limited to minimize what had just been needed. The water, by the way, was in a cooler to keep it FROM freezing.

The biggest issue was keeping warm with the outside temperature in the upper twenties. Scott got her in the back seat so there wasn’t a console in the way and wrapped a blanket around them as they sat close together. That helped the upper bodies but the lower limbs were still somewhat exposed. Rose worried, “What are we going to do? My feet are getting cold.”

Scott replied, “I have a sleeping bag that is plenty warm but getting both of us in it will be rather cozy. You willing to try it? I’ll flip down a seat section so there is enough length even though our heads will be a lot higher than our feet. Don’t know what else to do.”

With winter clothes on, it quickly proved impossible to wedge both of them in the bag. Scott explained something Rose had figured out. It was down to underwear. She had on bra and panties while he had a t-shirt and boxers. Both left their socks on.

That worked. Rose was turned away from this man she was up against and hardly knew, feeling more than a bit embarrassed. Her tits were a lot more ample than her outer clothing had revealed and Scott noticed. What normal man wouldn’t? He struggled to prevent an erection but nature won and it was pressed against her back. He couldn’t turn so they were front-to-back and still be able to move. It had to be spooning, a sexual position he’d enjoyed too. They talked and both tried to ignore the sensation.

They snoozed for a while and then awoke to reach for trail mix and granola bars. Of course, the moving against one another to do that resurrected the wilted willy. After snacking, Rose said softly, “This bra is quite uncomfortable here. Would you unhook it please?” Scott complied, quite unsure if there was more to this message. His rod got a little bigger.

Then he heard and felt her sobbing. He put his top arm around her and inadvertently got a handful of very nice tit. She didn’t push his hand away, rather covered his with hers. After a short time with no adverse reaction, he began gently exploring and caressing the full piece of woman flesh. Her crying stopped and he heard pleasure reactions as he got bolder and bolder. No words from either of them.

After a bit he felt her hand reach over and grasp his erection and pull it out of the boxers. In response he kissed the back of her neck and she gently squeezed what was filling her hand. That went on for a while and they were toasty warm.

Rose’s breathing kept getting deeper and deeper until she released his dick. Her hand pushed her panties down and she managed to get them all the way off and in the bottom of the sleeping bag. With her upper leg raised as much as she could, her hand guided Scott’s manhood to where it was eager to be. It was wet and hot and he moved slowly in and out. She clenched her vaginal visitor as best she could too. She said softly, “This feels so good and I needed it.”

Scott held out as long as he was able. She’d cum twice thanks to her own fingers on her clit. They lay quietly together, still embedded, until Rose spoke, “You are the only one besides my husband to do that. Your thing is bigger and lasts longer too. I’m gonna want more now that we have broken my marital vows so I hope you do too.”

Her sex partner assured her that he was quite attracted to her and would do his best. It was an honor to be her lover, married or not. They did it twice again before dawn, managing to get face-to-face for the final one. He kissed her like he loved her and she reciprocated.

It was nearly noon before the Highway Patrol located them and a big wrecker pulled them up to the roadway. The only damage was sheet metal so they drove on, appreciating the now-plowed pavement. During the “close” time they’d had plus the hour drive, each had revealed quite a bit about themselves.

Scott was a freelance consultant who lived in the city. He was coming out to visit family. Rose worked in the city to pay the bills. Her husband was handicapped and found it difficult to keep a job. He refused to move to the city so she went for the better opportunities. Two jobs, really. Daytimes in a facility that helped the handicapped and nights as a caregiver. This saved her rent. She would combine days off so she had four in a row and would ride the bus since they couldn’t afford a car.

Rose’s husband, Carl, was very glad to see her and thankful for Scott’s assistance. “I appreciate that you were so good to her,” was his comment. Rose later told Scott that hearing that phrase she flashed on just how “good” he was. Her anxiousness to get home in spite of the weather was because yesterday was her husband’s birthday. Hearing that, Scott took them out for dinner and with a little cake too. He was invited to stay over because it was rather late for the drive he had ahead.

Returning home, Rose excused herself to put Carl to bed. It was almost an hour later when she came to the main room in a bathrobe. “Scott, time to put you to bed too.” He was sitting on a bedcouch so he helped make it up. When it was ready he went the bathroom to get prepared but when he returned Rose was under the sheet waiting for him. No words were necessary.

After they had their most comfortable copulation ever, she kissed him fervently and went to her marital bed. It had been obvious to Scott that her husband had creamed her crotch before he got to, but what the hell difference did that make? He’d had two freshly fucked pieces of her out in a snowbank.

Rose made sure she had contact information when he left in the morning, teasing that she might need to “be warmed up again”. He wanted to kiss her but that wasn’t possible.

Arriving at the homestead, his mother, in her late fifties, greeted him warmly. He was her only child, after all. She wanted the story of the delay and he did omit the several personal parts. He was offered his favorite whiskey and snacks as they visited. It wasn’t unusual that she was garbed in a fancy robe and slippers. Obviously they weren’t going out for dinner. When the doorbell rang, Mom greeted the Chinese food delivery with a tip in his drawers. Scott noted that her robe top was gaping to give a nice view of her ample cleavage. She’d been flashing him too, not at all unexpected.

They ate quickly and put the leftovers in the fridge because she was eager to satisfy another appetite. The robe dropped faster than his street clothes but no matter. He was hard and knew exactly where it was wanted. Three positions later she said she missed him on his birthday which was when he got stuck. “When you are filling my pussy on that special day it always reminds me of how you filled it so many years ago.” She didn’t mention that when she figured he wasn’t going to make it she called a “close friend” about his age who role-played the annual event with her.

Rose called and asked when he was going back to the city. She would try another, and hopefully uneventful, ride with him if it could be arranged. It could and he picked her up. Good weather this time so they could just talk as he used the cruise control.

Both talked about their activities since they were together but only the conventional ones. The trip went quickly.

When he dropped her off at her caregiver place, she sincerely regretted that she couldn’t invite him in. They agreed on dinner after her day job tomorrow. They would both look forward to that.

At the tasty Thai restaurant Scott had some questions about her work. How much did the overnights pay? It wasn’t much with the value being rent savings she explained. Then Scott shocked her, “I need caregiving too. How about if I pay you fifty percent more than you are now getting and there will be some benefits you currently don’t get.”

Rose nearly knocked the table over in her eagerness to let Scott know that was the best thing she’d heard in ages. “I won’t even explain it to my husband who pays little attention to the details of my life. The extra money I will put in a savings account so I always have a nest egg to fall back on. You’ve taught me about contingency planning. Let’s go somewhere so I can show my appreciation. Besides, I’m horny. Is it crude of me to say I’d fuck you on this table if I could get away with it?”