Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Our flight had been diverted to another airport because of the heavy snow falling at our destination. I first saw them at the baggage claim, while we stood waiting, patiently, forever, for our luggage to be spewed from some underground belt, out onto the turntable before us. He was going on and on about the snow and this diversion ruining his trip. She was standing quietly beside him, taking everything in, listening to him rant, but not saying anything in return.

"If you'd like, we could rent a car and drive there, "I said. "If we split the cost, it won't be so bad, and we could actually get there before midnight" I wanted to get to my hotel if at all possible since I was scheduled to be in a meeting with my boss, early the next morning.

"A great idea," he responded. "You stay here and wait for the bags and I'll go rent us a car before they are all gone." And with that, he was away, moving through the corridor as if he wore skates instead of shoes, leaving me to tend with the girl and the luggage.

I introduced myself and she finally spoke, telling me her name was Michelle, her husband was Terry and they were from Davenport, Iowa. Terry was supposed to attend a conference in Denver for his company and she was accompanying him so that they could take a few extra days as a vacation.

She was definitely a girl that would not attract much attention for her looks. Just over five feet tall, she had mousy brown hair, cupcake sized breasts, and a very unsophisticated wardrobe. On the whole, she would never bring many whistles from passing guys.

Terry showed up with the rental car about the time we were struggling to get the luggage to the curb. He popped the trunk lid; I put their three large suitcases in and laid my small suit bag on the top of them. For better or worse, we were off.

Everything went along just fine until we ran into heavy falling snow. I asked Terry if the rental agency had offered chains (which I knew was a standard option in this area). He said that they had, but he had declined them to save the money, sure that we would not require them for our one way trip. I hoped he was correct.

Once in the car, Michelle began to open up a bit. Terry was 21, she was 19. She was a secretary for one company and Terry worked across the hall in the same building, for another. They would meet each morning in the elevator and after some time, they began dating. They had been married nearly six months. She started to tell me about the wedding and all of the details, but, thankfully, the driving was getting a bit more treacherous, and Terry asked her to pay more attention to the route and road conditions.

I had traveled this road several times over the years and remembered it as being almost undeveloped. There were few stores in the area, no gas stations, and only an occasional house. We had even passed several road signs defining this as a remote area and encouraging motorists, if stranded, to stay in their cars. Michelle's voice said she was concerned about the message on the signs. Periodically, Terry would encounter a snowdrift across the road. When he burst through the drift, snow would fly up in front of the car, almost creating a "white-out" and blinding the road from his view. The longer we drove, the heavier the snow fell and the larger and deeper the snowdrifts became. By dinner time, we were driving in what I estimated to be bumper deep snow, without benefit of a plow or tracks to follow, and using the roadside markers as a guide to the actual location of the road. We were descending a moderate grade, with a hill to our left and what appeared to be a valley to our right when Terry ran into a snowdrift that was above the headlights and did not yield to the momentum of the car. We slid to the right, obviously off the road and onto a sloping shoulder. We were stuck, plain and simple.

Suddenly this did not seem like such a good idea to them, and Terry turned to me for direction. I asked them what type of outwear they had in their luggage and was disappointed to learn that neither had thought to bring an additional coat beyond what they were wearing. Looking outside, I could see a single light in a house some distance away, It was the only thing visible in the snowy conditions, but that light was like a beacon. My plan was that I would give Terry my coat, and I would wear a sweater from my bag. Michelle and I would walk across the field, directly toward that light, in hopes of finding a house and calling for assistance. Terry was to stay with the car in case anyone came along, so that he could tell them where we had gone. It was critical that someone go for help, and I felt that no one should go outside alone, so this was the only option. Reluctantly, they both agreed, and Michelle and I began our trek to the light.

We struggled through the snow, waist deep at times, for several hours. We were very cold, very wet, and very discouraged before the shape of the farmhouse came into view through the falling snow. Michelle had nearly given up. I ended up carrying her that last half mile. Firmly, I rapped on the door of the homestead until I saw movement inside. An elderly woman in a heavy robe cautiously approached the door but opened it quickly when she saw Michelle in my arms. As I stepped inside, the heat in her living room nearly made me nauseous, but that feeling passed quickly and we both began trembling. The woman went for towels and insisted that we remove our wet clothing. I explained that the girl was not my wife, that we were simply traveling companions. She brought Michelle a robe, and I turned my back while she stripped off her wet clothing. I stripped to my briefs and wrapped myself in several towels. After introductions, our hostess, Mary Ellen, offered us warm coffee and explained that we could stay for the night. There was one extra bedroom and the couch we were sitting on. She said, however, that the fireplace was the only source of heat, and the bedrooms could get quite cold, especially if the door was shut. I offered the bedroom to Michelle, mostly for privacy, and she gladly accepted. Mary Ellen showed Michelle to the bedroom and then came back, to my surprise, and said that the sofa was a sleep bed that pulled out into a double bed. She asked me to put plenty of wood on the fire before I went to sleep. and to try to keep it going so that she would not have to get up.

I stripped off my wet briefs, draped them over the fireplace screen, and hopped into bed naked.

Chapter 2

I fell asleep immediately in the warmth of the fire. The bed was a bit lumpy, but it certainly beat whatever Terry was doing for sleep in the car. Sometime in the night, I awoke to the sound of footsteps in the room and felt the mattress adjust to the weight of a second person. Without a word, Michelle, dressed in the robe that Mary Ellen had provided, climbed under the covers and lay, facing away from me. It took me a moment to recognized the new sound I was hearing; that of her teeth chattering from the cold.

"Are you all right?" I asked quietly.

"I am sooo cold," she said. "May I sleep here with you? I won't take up much room. The bed room has no heat and I am freezing." She was shivering.

I said nothing in response, wondering if she realized I was naked under the covers. After a few minutes of her shivering, I told her to move closer to me so that my body heat would warm her. She slid sideways toward me, and her body moved into a "spooning position" against me. Without thinking, I put my arm across her to pull her closer. As I did that, she wiggled her self closer into me, and I could feel another part of me starting to awaken.

I held perfectly still for at least five minutes, allowing the heat of our bodies and the blankets and fire to warm her. Finally her breathing calmed and I could feel her relax against me. Very gently, I moved my hand inside the fold of her robe to caress her breast. As soon as she felt my finger touch her skin, her body tightened as if a bolt of lightning had passed through it. She said nothing, neither telling me to stop, nor pulling away. I continued to feel for her breast, but discovered that her cupcakes were apparently sponge rubber. Her chest was as flat as mine, and her bust line was non-existent. I was not deterred however, and began circling her nipple, toying with it, circling some more, dragging the back of my nail across it, all until it was as hard as a rock and Michelle was making cooing sounds quietly.

"That feels wonderful," she whispered. "No one has ever caressed my breasts before."

Ok, I thought, I'll let that last comment slide. No point in bringing up the absentee husband while I lie naked in a bed with his wife, I continued to caress her nipples, spreading her robe open, and pulling her onto her back, thus exposing both breasts to me. I sat up on an elbow and leaned over to kiss her nipples, and felt another jolt of lightning. She moaned a little and said that was one of the most exciting things she had ever felt. I slid my hand a little lower and began circling her navel. I could feel her abdomen tighten, and without delay, I moved my hand lower, sliding it lightly over and thorough her pubic hair and out onto her thighs. She jumped and clamped her legs together, but I continued, moving back up to her pubes, drawing my fingers across and through them, dancing lightly in the hair and along her lips. I felt her legs weaken again, and I whispered to her, "If you want me to fuck you, open your legs now."

I held still, stopped my caresses, and waited. She was thinking, and I was wondering just what she was thinking. Married for less than six months, her husband stuck in a car in a blizzard, a near stranger caressing her breasts for the first time in her life—and then she opened her legs and exhaled softly. My hand slid down her lips and discovered her moisture. Gently I played outside, and then slid back up to tease her clit. That evoked another response as her pelvis began to move around and her words became moans. I slid my middle finger into her and discovered that it barely fit. The walls of her vagina were so tightly clamped around my finger, I was actually startled. I wondered just how young this girl really was. I moved it in and out, finger fucking her, caressing her g spot, spreading her moisture as best I could. Her hips were driving back to me each time my finger withdrew.

"Are you ready?" She answered by pulling me onto her, and I moved up onto one arm while I tried to aim my cock to her opening. With some difficulty, I managed to get the head started and I began to push my way into her. Not only was she tight, but her muscles were strong enough to support the walls of her cunt so that I was struggling to get my cock into her.

I was puzzled. Certainly she has been fucked buy her husband. They were newlyweds, for God's sake. He had to have been fucking her on a regular basis. How can she be this tight after six months of marriage, I asked myself?

Her cunt was smooth, soft, and just as tight on my withdrawal stroke, and just as tight going back in again. Like a fine leather glove, two sizes to small, trying to fit onto your hand — tight the entire length, both in and out. My movements began to increase in speed and intensity. Her hips began to match my. I could feel her breathing harder and harder, and her arms surrounding me more tightly by the minute. Without warning, her muscles clamped tightly on my cock -- so tightly that I could not move either way. Her eyes flew open and her month tried to make a sound. I knew that she was experiencing a powerful orgasm, so I slid my hand between our bodies and vigorously rubbed her clit, tormenting it while my cock was inside her. That brought another, even more powerful climax to her, and she more or less screamed out loud, in a quiet voice. Finally, she relaxed enough that I could continue, and I resumed my stroking until I felt my cum boiling in my balls. At the first sign of that, I threw her legs over my shoulder and pushed full length into her, blasting my cum against her cervix and hoping it was in a receiving mood. Feeling my cum, she came a third time and pulled me tightly to her. I rolled off of her, and began playing with her chest again.

After a few moments, she said, "I have never felt a man come inside me before. I have never had an orgasm with a man inside me before. You have made me feel differently than I have ever felt, tonight. I don't know what to say to you, except thank you."

Chapter 3

I continued to caress her, both her nipples and her clit. I was surprised at how absolutely rock hard her itty bitty little nipples actually became. They were like the tips of an eraser on an old school pencil that had been in your desk for three years. But they were sensitive, that's for sure. And her clit puffed out, standing proud between her now smashed down and moisture covered lips. Her pubic hair was full, but had some of our cum entangled in it, and was damp or even wet near her opening. Looking at her in the firelight made me hard again. I rolled back on top of her, pushed her legs up over my shoulders and entered her again, pushing fully into her until our bodies met at the hair line. With her arms wrapped tightly around my back, she moved with my every stroke, and her excitement turned to moaning, and the moaning became louder. I kissed her quickly, smothering her mouth with mine. There was no doubt that if Mary Ellen was a light sleeper, she was hearing our commotion in her living room.

My endurance was increased, having cum just moments prior, and I continued fucking her deeply as she progressed from one orgasm to the next. After her third, I saw tears form in her eyes. I asked her if I was hurting her in any way, but she replied that she was just happy.

"Would you like to make the evening complete?" I asked her then, slowing my strokes and holding above her. She looked confused.

I continued, "I am pretty sure that you have never experienced what I would like to do next. It will shock you at first, but I think you will truly enjoy it and you may never get another opportunity." With that, I pulled out of her, still hard, and covered with her moisture.

"Roll over and pull your knees up under you." As she did, my cum was beginning to ooze from her. With one hand, I reached between her legs and smeared it upwards, coating her rosebud with our natural lube. I pulled up behind her, aimed the head of my cock at the target, and pushed slowly into her ass.

Her reaction was immediate. "What are you doing? That is wrong! It hurts! Stop! Please!"

Once the mushroom was beyond her sphincter, I held very still, so that she could adjust to the feeling.

"Please stop," she begged. "This is so wrong."

"Trust me, " I said, "You will enjoy it very soon. Just trust me and try to relax."

I started to push further into her ass, spreading her cheeks with my hands and them pulling ahead against her butt until I was buried inside her. I felt her relax as I began to pull back, but heard her breath tense when I pushed back in again.

As my strokes continued, I spoke to her about how good it felt, how delicious she was and how exciting this whole evening had been for me. I reached around and began massaging her clit, pulling it firmly, almost roughly, between my thumb and forefinger. Her breathing changed and I knew she was close again. At the same time, I could feel that boiling in my balls as my jism prepared for its journey.

I leaned forward and whispered forcefully to her, "I am going to cum in your ass soon. You never imagined that would ever happen, but it is, right now, and you are going to cum too, aren't you?"

"Oh God, yes." She moaned.

I pulled her clit one more time, very firmly, and then flattened it against her pubic bone with the heal of my hand. Her moan was uncontrolled, and I blasted my load into her, filling her bowels with my hot cum and falling forward against her.

I knew that would be all for tonight. She would be exhausted, sore and confused about everything that had taken place. Slowly, I got up from the bed, went to the bathroom and returned with some tissues to help her clean up. In minutes she was asleep, cuddled in my arms, while I lay there, trying to figure out what would happen in the morning. Eventually, I moved away from her, got up, stoked the fire with wood really well, and went to the bedroom she had been in, to sleep for the rest of the night.

Chapter 4

As morning came, our gracious hostess came into the bedroom and was surprised to find me in the bed instead of Michelle. I explained that she had become very cold during the night and I offered to trade with her, so that she could be warm by the fire.

Mary Ellen commented that she thought she had heard some sort of commotion during the night, and I explained that I had stumbled in the darkness in moving rooms and that was probably the noise that she had heard. She seemed to accept that at face value, and excused herself to go awaken Michelle.