Stranded
Nicole pushed her dark hair back and rubbed at the temples of her head. She could feel the onset of a stress headache as the pressure in her brain continued to build. All around her chaos reigned in the airport terminal. Gate agents busily tapped away at keyboards in response to customer questions and demands. Monitors at the gate were continually being updated with the new planned takeoff time, which kept creeping further and further away.
The airport was cold. Even with her heavy green winter coat on, she was still chilled. Doors to the loading ramps were open, allowing a brisk wind to whip through the terminal. The heaters had no chance of keeping up with the influx of cold air. She removed her hands from the warmth of her pockets and retrieved a travel folder from her purse. Nicole noticed on the enclosed itinerary that the planned takeoff time of her connecting flight was only two hours and twenty minutes away. With an advertised flight time of nearly four hours from Philadelphia to Dallas, any hope of making that connection suddenly evaporated.
Her eyes glanced at the gate desk where two agents worked at two different computers. To say that they appeared flustered would have been an understatement. Nicole was tempted to join the long line of frustrated travelers and ask about her connecting flight, but what good would it really do her anyway?
As if her unasked question had been heard, a heavyset woman wearing a coat over her aircraft carrier uniform picked up a microphone.
"Attention, travelers. For those of you waiting for flight 1953 to Dallas/Fort Worth, I thank you for your continued patience. There are flight delays system-wide due to ice storms in several major cities. We are delaying the takeoff of this flight to allow connecting passengers' time to arrive. Connecting flights in Dallas will also be delayed, so I promise that you will be able to make your connection there as well."
Nicole breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Hope returned. She'd be getting in much later than planned, but at least she'd be sleeping in her own bed beside her husband. Her hands quickly became cold again. She closed and stuffed her travel folder back into a side pocket of her purse and returned her hands to the protective warmth of her pockets.
She shuddered as a chill coursed through her body. Nicole silently berated herself for wearing a short skirt. Despite the long, heavy coat she wore, it only added to her misery.
"This is insane," she muttered under her breath as she shook her head in disbelief. "Life is too short to spend so much of it sitting here."
A man's voice softly laughed. "I'm guessing you don't travel much."
She looked to her left at the man that commented. He was sharply dressed in a dark business suit with a full head of dark hair sprinkled with gray and a soft, gentle face. She immediately liked him. The frown on her face turned into a slight smile.
"As little as possible," she revealed. "And when I do, I go out of my way to take direct flights. Connections tempt fate, with tonight being a perfect example."
"She promised we'd still make our connections," he pointed out. He extended his right hand. "I'm Chris, by the way."
Nicole reluctantly removed the right hand from her pocket and briefly shook his. "Nicole."
"Business or pleasure?" Chris inquired, striking up a friendly conversation with the attractive woman.
"I'm desperately trying to get home from a business trip," she explained. "I hate being away from my family for so long. It's very difficult for me. But everyone has to take their turn, right?"
A high-pitched squeal was the preamble to another announcement. "Attention travelers. We will now begin pre-boarding for flight 1953 to Dallas/Fort Worth. Travelers requiring special assistance, passengers with young children, and gold or platinum members, please step forward."
"I better stand for a few minutes and get my blood circulating before I get on board," Nicole announced as she arose from the uncomfortable chair. "It was nice meeting you, Chris."
"The pleasure was mine," he politely responded with a warm and gracious smile. "Good luck with your connection in Dallas."
"Thanks."
* * * * *
Boarding the crowded aircraft wasn't the end of the delays as Nicole had hoped; it was merely the beginning of another round of them. The pilot announced that the aircraft would have to swing by the de-icing pit prior to departure. After waiting for the rubber suit-cloaked men to spray the wings and fuselage with de-icing fluid, the pilot notified the passengers that they were at the back of a long line of departing aircraft and it would be an hour or longer before they could take off.
Her frustration mounted. Nicole massaged the temples of her head again in a failed effort to reduce the increasing pressure in her brain. It didn't help that a child seated behind her continuously kicked the back of her chair. A few rows ahead, an unhappy infant screamed. A dozen conversations were going on around her, the voices all combining into a droning and irritating cacophony of noise. She wanted to scream.
Nicole shifted her mental focus to her family. She missed Dan so much. He was such a sweet and thoughtful man. She knew that her thirty-fifth birthday would occur while she was away, but never mentioned it to her husband. The evening before she left he surprised her with a small birthday party, with family and a few friends attending. That was so like him. When she arrived in Philadelphia and unpacked her bags, she found four sealed greeting cards and four small gift-wrapped boxes with instructions when to open them.
As they sat idle on the tarmac Nicole fished the cell phone from her pocket and turned it on. After it searched for and found a signal, she called her husband to deliver the bad news. The answering machine picked up.
"Hi Dan, it's me. We're still in Philadelphia. We should be taking off in about a half hour, which will put me in Dallas late tonight. They say we'll make our connections, but I'm not so sure any more. I'll call you from there. I love and miss you so much, sweetie. Take care. Bye."
After two weeks away on business travel, she couldn't wait to get back. She loved her job, with the only drawback being the travel requirement that meant someone had to periodically travel to a client's office. There were several single men and women that loved the travel and normally volunteered. But this time, between personal commitments, vacations, and in one case surgery, the usual suspects were unavailable. Somebody had to step up to the plate, so Nicole decided it was her turn in the barrel.
The jet engines revved and the aircraft inched forward. Just as she was hoping they might have made it to the runway, the pilot applied the brakes and the aircraft rolled to a stop. The delays continued. Nicole simultaneously glanced at both her itinerary and her watch. It didn't look good at all, despite the gate agent's promise.
Dan had reported to her earlier in the day that an ice storm had swept through Oklahoma City from the north and was moving towards Dallas. If not for that she would've been tempted to rent a car and make the usual three-hour drive home, but with icy roads the drive could take twice that time. She was already exhausted, and the thought of sliding into a ditch at night in the middle of a winter storm was less appealing than another night in a hotel room.
She leaned back and tried to relax her tensed body. A dull, throbbing pain was starting to surface in her brain. Nicole resumed massaging her temples. She whispered to herself "You're almost home. It's only one more night. You'll be with Dan tomorrow and can salvage what's left of the weekend."
* * * * *
Although the pilot said he'd try to make up as much of the lost time in the air as he could, the actual flight time was only trimmed back to three and a half hours. Three and a half hours that seemed to last twice that. Luckily, once they were in the air, the screaming infant fell silent and the kicking on the back of her seat stopped. Nicole napped the best that she could with a stress headache threatening on the very fringes of her brain.
It was an incredible relief when they finally landed in Dallas. Irritated passengers turned on cell phones and unfastened seat belts despite the pilot's insistence over the public address system to remain seated and buckled in until the aircraft was parked and the seat belt sign was turned off. Their growing impatience was easy to understand given all that they'd been put through that evening.
Everyone was in a rush and very pushy as they disembarked the aircraft. A pilot stood at the doorway and thanked the passengers as they left, but few returned his polite smiles.
Nicole hurried up the ramp and entered the terminal. She looked for someone to ask about what gate she needed to get to for her connection, but a line of other frantic passengers overwhelmed the one gate agent that was present. She looked for the familiar row of Arrivals/Departures monitors and spotted them hanging from the ceiling a short distance away.
Once she located where the Departures listing started, she scanned the cities, which were listed in alphabetical order. The cities that started with "M" ended at the bottom of one screen, and when her eyes moved to the next, she was greeted by a blank screen. Her eyes continued to the right, where the city listing commenced with "P".
"This can't be happening!" she exclaimed in distress as she realized that Oklahoma City should have been on the monitor that was either turned off or broken.
Another frantic woman suddenly realized "These times are all for tomorrow morning!"
Not knowing what else to do, Nicole returned to the gate that she'd just left. Other passengers were milling about, equally confused. A paper was thrust into her hand, which she instinctively grabbed. It explained that she had a confirmed seat on a flight tomorrow afternoon at 3:05. Stapled to the back was a boarding pass, but instead of containing flight information it had a typed message that stated in bold letters "DISPLACED TRAVELER" on one line and "MARRIOTT" on the next.
Her heart sank. Tears of frustration formed in her eyes as she realized that not only would there be no connection tonight, she wouldn't be getting home until the next evening. Nicole looked around as the crowd thinned out. She sat down in an unoccupied seat and exhaled. Her heart sank and tears welled up as she was overwhelmed with exhaustion, confusion, and now the stirrings of fear.
"Ma'm, can I help you?" a gentlemen inquired.
"What is all this?" she asked, holding up the paper.
"You'll need to go downstairs to the curb," he explained. "Look for the white Courtesy Van sign and watch for the Five Star shuttle. It'll take you to your hotel. If you have any further questions you can call the toll-free number listed on the letter."
"What about my checked baggage?"
"It's secure for the night and will be sent to your final destination in the morning."
Nicole decided that before she did anything else, she needed to talk to Dan. She called the house but got the answering machine instead. She silently hoped he wasn't waiting in vain at the airport for her arrival.
"Dan, it's me again. I hope you haven't left for the airport yet. I'm stuck in Dallas for the night. They have me leaving at 3:05 tomorrow afternoon on flight 557. I'm so sorry about this mess, but it can't be helped. I have a room at the Airport Marriott waiting on me. I love and miss you so much, sweetie."
She stood up, shaking nervously, and followed the signs for Ground Transportation. An escalator whisked her down to a glassed-in foyer where two sets of steel-framed double-glass doors presented Nicole a choice of exiting to her left or right. On impulse she turned to her right and hesitated once she got outside. It was dark, terribly cold, and deathly quiet except for the howling wind. Some distance away a solitary figure fought the air current and swept up scattered debris from the smooth concrete walkway.
A cold chill shot down her spine. It was triggered by a combination of the chill wind cutting through her winter coat and fear. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Her stomach knotted. She tried to bridle her overly active imagination as she considered how easy it would be for an assailant to rob or harm her on the isolated sidewalk.
An empty curb; surely she wasn't the only one that missed a connection, was she? And if not, where were the others? But the instructions she was given were as simple as could be. They resounded in her mind, over and over, like a child rolling down a grassy hill. She passed by the sweeper suspiciously, alert for any sign of possible danger.
A large, brightly illuminated shuttle bus pulled up to the curb a few yards ahead; the pneumatically operated doors whooshed open. She hopefully poked her head inside the open front door. The warmth that spilled out felt wonderful.
"Is this the Five Star shuttle?" she inquired.
"No, this is the employee shuttle," he answered. "You're headed in the right direction. Keep walking and look for the white Courtesy Van sign. There should be one by shortly."
With her confidence bolstered, Nicole mouthed her thanks and pushed through the bone-chilling wind searching for the white sign. She spotted it from a distance, bolted to a shiny steel pole. She also observed a smartly dressed man standing nearby. His presence was both reassuring and comforting. Hearing another vehicle approaching from behind, she quickly closed the distance.
"Hello, Nicole," the stranger announced.
Drawn to the sound of her name, she looked beyond the breeze and recognized him. "Chris! I'm so glad to see you."
"Never believe a gate agent," he confided. "They'll say anything to keep the masses calm."
"You knew!" she said accusingly.
"I suspected," he clarified. "But I was hopeful at the same time. Unfortunately, we were deceived into submission. Welcome to the crazy world of mass air transit."
"How long have you been waiting?" she questioned.
"Maybe twenty minutes," he replied. "I was starting to wonder if I was in the right place. Now that you're here I'm guessing I am."
"I was beginning to wonder the same thing," she confided, although she still wondered why only the two of them were present out of an aircraft stuffed full of passengers.
"Oh, good, here comes a shuttle now," he announced as a pair of headlights approached and slowed upon seeing them.
They looked for an elusive Five Star logo but saw something entirely different; a park and ride van. The vehicle briefly slowed, and then passed by.
Minutes elapsed. Each time they saw approaching headlights their hearts surged with hope, only to be faced with more disappointment. A cab stopped and discharged a lone passenger some thirty yards back. It hesitated as it passed by the isolated couple. The remotely operated passenger side window rolled down.
"Yo, mon, is you needin' a ride?" the dark driver with a heavy Jamaican accent inquired.
Chris looked at Nicole's huddled, wind-swept figure. His heart softened. "Come on, it's on me."
Her head nodded in acceptance. Chris opened the rear passenger door and helped her inside. She moved across the length of the bench seat and he sat beside her. He directed the driver to their assigned hotel.
"Thanks so much, I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here," Nicole thanked him in a decidedly embarrassed voice.
The heavy coat cloaked her figure. She'd raised the collar to fight back the cold, brisk wind, which further hid her face. Chris glanced over at Nicole several times as he wondered what she really looked like. He had fleeting memories of her pleasant face from their brief meeting in the terminal, but even there it had been cold.
The airport hotel was only a short distance away. They reached their destination within a few minutes' time. As Chris settled the bill she got out and walked toward the main entry doors of the hotel. Surprisingly the lobby was empty. Chris wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad sign. Where had all the other passengers ended up?
They turned over discount hotel coupons issued by the airline, paid the difference with credit cards, and received their plastic key cards.
"Thanks, Chris," Nicole announced in a tentative voice as she glanced toward the elevators.
He sensed she wasn't ready to call it a night. "Care to join me in the lounge for a drink and a bite to eat?"
She hesitated, and then decided "Yes, something warm sounds really good right now."
He reached for her right hand with his left and crossed the lobby to the entrance. He was amazed by how cold her fingers felt. He stopped and cupped her hand in both of his and briskly rubbed some warmth back into the appendage. He noticed the appreciative smile of relief on her face. He traded with her other hand and repeated the process. After several seconds the feeling returned to her chilled limbs.
"Thanks."
He escorted her into the upscale bar and grill and led her to an unoccupied table in a dark, quiet corner. The small round table with two chairs provided intimate privacy. After they settled down with Chris sitting to her left, a waiter arrived.
"We'll take an Irish coffee and a menu, please," Chris ordered.
Nicole was still wrapped up in her winter coat, but the stress and worry lines around her eyes and mouth quickly faded as she finally relaxed. She'd never had an Irish coffee and was suspicious, but anything that promised to be hot sounded so good to her at that moment. When the steaming, whipped-cream topped mugs arrived moments later, it seemed like the perfect choice.
"Oh Chris, thanks so much," she said appreciatively. "It looks absolutely delicious."
Once the mug was placed before her, she grasped it in both hands. Nicole delighted in how the warmth thawed her chilled fingers and palms. The whipped cream smeared on her upper lips as she tilted the cup toward her mouth. She sipped and savored the combined taste of bold coffee, strong Irish whiskey, and the sweet topping. The concoction warmed her throat and belly and tasted wonderful. The first cautious sip was quickly followed by several more.
"Oh, my, this is going straight to my head," Nicole admitted as she giggled like a school girl.
Once warmth returned to her body, she peeled off the heavy winter coat and pushed it over the back of her chair. Chris couldn't help but notice the pretty black blouse, along with the tempting swells of her firm breasts underneath.
He picked up a menu and quickly scanned it. "So, what are you hungry for?"
Her eyes were glazed over. It was obvious she was under the influence of the stiff drink. She giggled again. "You're dead-on so far. I'm hungry for whatever you are."
Chris smiled to himself, realizing that she probably hadn't intended the wording that she'd used. But that didn't curb his imagination. He glanced over the top of the menu at her pretty, smiling face. His companion was absolutely beaming. His mind envisioned opening her blouse and revealing the soft, supple globes of flesh. His penis anxiously stirred.
He moved his right hand under the table and onto her left knee. Her legs were crossed, left over right. She nervously glanced over at him but didn't protest as he caressed her smooth skin. His warm hand felt so good on her cold leg. She was aware as it inched up her thigh, but it never advanced further than the bottom edge of her skirt.
"You must be a West coast girl," he decided after careful consideration. "I can picture you lying on a hot, sunny beach in California somewhere."
She raised an eyebrow as a smile brightened her face. "Very good; I'm impressed. What gave it away?"
"Your complete and utter intolerance of the cold," Chris observed.
Her head nodded up and down in agreement as she reached for her coffee. "I'll drink to that."
After consuming several more sips of the tasty warm beverage, she leaned closer and placed her chin on the edge of his right shoulder. Both of her arms wrapped around his upper right limb.
"San Diego," she revealed longingly as her strikingly pretty eyes gazed off into the distance. "How I miss it, too. Oklahoma City is as far east as I've ever ventured, and even then I only did it when I married my husband. I'm West coast to the core. What about you?"
The waiter returned. "May I get you another drink?"
Chris looked at Nicole and deferred to her judgment. She knew she probably shouldn't, but wasn't ready to face an empty room quite yet. Besides, Nicole found Chris to be quite friendly and engaging.
"Another one would be great," she decided. "Thanks so much."
The fingers of the hand on her left thigh had been lingering along the edge of the skirt, but as she cuddled up to him they slowly inched beneath the fabric. The pads lightly fondled the soft skin. Nicole knew she was wrong to let him touch her that way, but the light-headed buzzing in her brain and an enduring sense of loneliness conspired against her better judgment. She experienced a sense of excitement the likes of which she hadn't felt for years, and it warmed her loins with tingling joy.
Realizing a second drink would soon be arriving she uncoiled her arms from around his and finished her coffee. Nicole subconsciously moved her left leg off the right. After doing so she felt his fingers moving higher, drifting between her slightly parted thighs just inches from her panty-clad crotch. She briefly stiffened as a jolt of forbidden desire moistened her pussy.
"How does Prime Rib and a baked potato sound?" he tempted her with the idea.
"Like an awful lot of carbs, but after the day I've had so far, I don't care," she honestly replied.
When the hand beneath her skirt pulled away she felt both relief and disappointment. Although Nicole expected him to make a pass at some point, she was caught off-guard when both hands cupped her warm face and he kissed her mouth. His lips compressed on top of hers in a sexually charged embrace that nearly took her breath away. She selfishly savored the erotic moment and made no motion to stop his advances.
When she felt the tip of his tongue licking at the junction of her upper and lower lips her mouth opened and welcomed his tongue inside She shuddered in delight as the tingling heat in her lower belly intensified. A chill shot up her spine that hardened her nipples and quickened her pulse. She softly moaned into his mouth as the heat in her belly rose up. Her face flushed red from the intoxicating excitement.
Their hot tongues explored and entwined. It began tentatively, but with each rapid beat of their hearts it gradually turned feverish. The darting tendrils fully thrust and thoroughly explored one another's wet mouth. Nicole could feel her body melting in his hands as she foolishly gave in to her misguided desire.
His right hand moved down, lovingly caressing her smooth neck and then her left shoulder. It shifted down her left upper arm. She was acutely aware of the back of his fingers as they intermittently rubbed against the swell of her left breast. Nicole knew she'd be lying to herself if she claimed not to enjoy the contact. Her swollen nipples began to ache as her desire flared. She made no protest as the hand transitioned to her chest and cupped the eagerly pulsating mound through her clothing. Her back arched, thrusting it harder against his palm.
Things had gotten carried away so quickly that neither of them heard the waiter's approach until the sound of coffee mugs being placed on the table stirred the couple from their heated activity. Nicole welcomed the interruption and sat back in her chair, placing some distance between Chris and herself. As he ordered dinner her mind returned to thoughts of the husband and family she so dearly missed and longed to return to.
"There must be someone anxiously awaiting your return to..." she began, and then trailed off as she realized he never had told her where he was from.
"Seattle," he told her. "And no, not really, not unless a dozen fish qualify. I've had my fair share of girlfriends but I'm between women at the moment."
"Well, I'm sure one will realize how special you are and take you off the market." The manner in which she made the statement spoke volumes about how impressed she was with him, and he took the compliment well.
"I was rather hoping you might, at least for the night."
Nicole looked away. She wasn't sure if she should be shocked or touched by his sincere candor. It was difficult for her to criticize his bold statement after she'd given him plenty of reason to expect that they might sleep together. Her gaze lowered to the whipped-cream topped drink that silently beckoned and made a mental choice not to drink any more.
"I'm sorry if that was out of line," he apologized after witnessing her reaction.
After a brief hesitation she faced Chris. "No, you're fine, really. I'm enjoying your company. It's just that I have so much on my mind right now."
Nicole felt an uncomfortable tension suddenly develop between them. She hated it, and knew one way to recapture the friendly atmosphere. Casually plucking the teaspoon from her mug with a serving of fluffy whipped cream, she raised it to her mouth and ate the confection. Nicole returned her spoon to the mug and carefully gathered another dollop. Wearing a playful grin, she reached over and fed it to him.
Chris thought he recognized the look of desire in her glassy eyes and wondered if she wanted him. He gently held her head in both hands and kissed her hungry mouth with his. The lingering sweet flavor of the whipped cream added to the incredible taste of her mouth. Once their snaking tendrils entwined, any sense of remorse in Nicole's mind evaporated as their passion quickly rekindled.
He was hard. His cock surged in size and throbbed impatiently inside his pants. He wanted Nicole every bit as badly as he'd ever wanted a woman. He couldn't be sure if he was winning or losing the game they were playing. She was like the ocean, at first racing towards him like an incoming wave, then hastily retreating, only to come crashing forward again. He could easily let himself be swept away by her force, but wondered if she'd leave him beached on the sand instead.
"Should I tell the kitchen to package our dinner to go?" he asked uncertainly.
"Yes, please," she concurred.
When Chris stood up and left the table Nicole breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She'd never felt so emotionally conflicted before. Despite the long and trying day, her body was incredibly alive with sexual energy. She missed her husband dearly, but clearly missed being with a man even more. Her mind raced as she struggled with the question of need versus fidelity. Nicole felt like she was helplessly caught in the middle of a tug of war between her charged, aching flesh and her conscience.
Her right hand reached down as her legs simultaneously shifted apart. As she remained cloaked by the table her fingers felt the crotch of her panties and found them hopelessly wet. She felt the moist heat her aroused body was generating. When Nicole's fingers rubbed on the outer folds her voice softly cried out as her was body was gripped by tingling spasms of wondrous pleasure. Juice quickly coated her fingers as she curiously probed the quivering pussy.
When she saw Chris returning, Nicole withdrew the hand. She could smell her stimulated sex as it tinged the air around them. Luckily, it was so slight that he failed to take notice. She saw that he was carrying a to-go bag with the restaurant's logo on one side.
"Dinner is served," he announced. "May I escort you to your room?"
She threaded her limbs through the arms of her coat so she wouldn't have to carry it. After collecting her belongings Nicole rose from the seat. Chris carried dinner and led the way to the elevators. They were both housed on the same floor and only a few doors apart, which simplified the otherwise frightening moment.
Nicole's mind raced as the elevator doors closed. The enclosed box began its ascent with a noticeable jerk. She suspected that Chris was hoping, if not expecting, to remain in her company for the next few hours. But Nicole wasn't so sure. She was so close to being home that it seemed a shame to complicate her otherwise happy life with a mistake of this enormity. She had no reason to believe that Dan had ever been unfaithful to her; he deserved no less love and respect.
After the elevator doors swished open they stepped into the hallway. Chris looked to his left and right as he tried to determine the direction they needed to walk. Once he spotted a sign he guided Nicole down the hall to their right. The numbers on the doors quickly descended. They stopped in front of her room. She inserted the key card and they entered the room.
Chris placed he plastic bag on a nearby dresser and pulled out a Styrofoam container. "They're both the same. Thanks for a wonderful evening, Nicole. It was so nice meeting you."
Nicole felt a rush of relief wash over her. She'd been anticipating fighting an uphill battle with him, but in the end he was nothing less than a perfect and admirable gentleman.
"Thanks so much, Chris." Her heartfelt declaration needed no further explanation.
His hands gently cupped the sides of her face as he respectfully kissed her forehead. "You get home to your family safe and sound and shower them with your love."
"I would've been lost tonight without you, and there's an unattached woman out there waiting to be rescued like I was. You find her, Chris. You're such a special man, and you deserve to be happy."
He laughed. "I promise I won't stop looking until I've found her."
After he left, Nicole eyed dinner. She carried the bold white pre-formed container to a desk and sat down to eat. After opening the top she retrieved a set of white plastic utensils as a wave of delicious smells wafted up to her nose. Her mouth salivated. It was the first real food she'd smelled all day.
Just as she finished the long overdue meal, a knock at the door sounded.
"Oh, Chris, please don't make this difficult," she whispered under her breath.
Nicole crossed the room to the door and pulled it open. Her jaw dropped and she was aghast after recognizing her husband Dan standing at the door.
"Dan?" she questioned uncertainly.
"Hello, sweetie," he greeted her with a beaming smile on his face. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
She looked past him into the hallway. "Where are the kids?"
He chuckled. "Don't worry, everything is taken care of. Mind if I come in?"
"Of course you can! Oh, Dan, I've missed you so much," she admitted as he stepped into the room. She looked and felt confused. "What's going on?"
"I arranged for your mom to take the kids so we could have a little reunion when you got home," he explained. "When you didn't get home, I thought I'd bring the reunion to you."
A warm smile formed on her face. "How did you find me?"
"I followed your bread crumbs."
Her confusion deepened. "My bread crumbs?"
He held up his cell phone.
Her smile widened. "You drove all this way in the middle of an ice storm just to see me?"
"Yup, just to see the woman that I love with all my heart and the sexy young wife that I so adore," he confirmed.
"Young?" she questioned. "Please, you only talk like that when you want one thing."
Dan closed the distance between them and gently pulled her into his arms. He gazed deeply into those incredible eyes.
"Am I going to get it?"
Nicole was still aroused. Her juice may have stopped flowing, but there was a lingering wet heat between her thighs and a dull ache in her lower belly. The promise of sex restarted a subtle tingling in her loins. A chill shot down her spine that swelled and hardened both nipples. The pulsating nubs strained against her clothing. It felt so good being in his embrace after so many lonely nights. Nicole thoroughly enjoyed feeling his hard, muscled body.
Her eyes narrowed as a sexy grin formed on her pretty face. With one eyebrow raised she answered "Maybe even more than you can handle."
"You already made that arduous drive more than worth it."
He brought their playful banter to an end with his lips when they covered hers. Dan felt his wife's lithe body lifting up on her tip-toes. Nicole's slender arms coiled around his neck. His head tilted right as hers shifted left, clearing the way for their passionate kisses. When her sweet lips opened, Dan's thick tongue pushed into Nicole's wet mouth. The muscles anxiously rubbed against one another as they both savored the intimate greeting.
Dan's penis stirred, awakened by the promise of her body once again. As blood rushed to his stem he swelled in size and impatiently throbbed. Nicole felt the hard bulge as he pulsated against her lower belly. Her supple loins filled with tingling warmth. Nicole's juice resumed flowing in anticipation of penetration.
"It's so good to have you back," he whispered to his wife of seventeen years.
"It's great being back," she gratefully acknowledged his presence.
There were so many times back at home when sex was hampered by one complication or another. One of them would be too tired or stressed, the kids would be sick or fighting, or meetings would suddenly come up. When they had sex it usually happened quickly. The days of romance and making slow love seemed to have escaped their grasp. But on that night Nicole's heart surged with emotion when she thought of her husband making the harrowing drive just to be with her. It was the most romantic gesture he'd made in years.
She inched him back toward the bed. When Dan felt the mattress pressing against his lower legs he sat down. Nicole sank to her knees before him. Her fingers deftly unbuckled Dan's belt, unsnapped his pants, and lowered the zipper. He kicked off his shoes as she pulled the slacks down his legs and off over his feet. She turned her full attention to the impressive bulge that was threatening to tear through the colored cotton briefs.
The briefs were stretched tight by his obviously aroused condition. The front of the elastic waistband was pulling away from his skin, and left a small opening between his stomach and the shorts. Nicole could see the bulbous head straining against the cotton. A small round stain had formed at the peak of the bulge where a small amount of white semen had passed through two layers of fabric.
Nicole reached her fingers through the gap at his stomach and pulled the front of his shorts forward, stretching the briefs to pull them out and down over his erect stem. She wanted to take him into her mouth, but fought that temptation and slowly tugged the shorts down and off over his feet. Her palms pressed against the inside of his knees and pushed them apart. His wife looked up at him with a steamy, provocative grin on her lovely face.
"I haven't seen that look in years," he commented in mild surprise. "You weren't kidding when you said I might be getting more than I could handle, were you?"
Her head moved from side to side, confirming that she hadn't been kidding at all. Nicole's body quivered with a sexual energy she hadn't felt in years. Uncertain as to how or why, the passion that had escaped their marriage was now fully recovered. Nicole felt like an enthusiastic girl again, not the overworked wife and mother she'd become. And with her renewed desire came a zest to please the man she'd devoted her life to.
Nicole wrapped her soft fingers around the shaft of his penis as she leaned forward and down. The head of his cock pressed against her closed mouth and moved between the compressed lips. He twitched and softly groaned as smooth, wet skin glided over his flesh.
Dan gently held her head and delighted in the loving stimulation he was receiving. He shuddered and gasped as his wife's hot mouth eagerly consumed half his prick. What her lips and tongue couldn't reach, her palms and fingers vigorously tended to. It wasn't long before his musk flavor filled her mouth. Leaking semen mixed with her saliva.
"Oh yeah, oh baby that feels so damned good," he joyously proclaimed as her long-absent mouth returned to his stiff cock.
He jerked as a twinge tensed his abdomen. He hadn't seen the top of his wife's head for as long as he could remember, although early on in their marriage her eagerness to please knew no limits. Nicole's mouth and tongue felt incredible. Before long his balls excitedly tingled and a joyous pressure built up in his lower stomach. He twitched in pleasure when her lips and tongue concentrated their efforts on his sensitized tip.
Her oral cavity and soft, warm fingers consumed every inch of his genitals. They fondled his balls, which had pulled up tight against the base of his cock in anticipation of sexual release. Dan's toes curled and legs tightened as the tingling in his aching balls intensified. She giggled while witnessing his reaction.
Her lips clamped tightly around his stem as her head began rapidly bobbing back and forth. Hot saliva, strong suction, and her stroking fingers provided all the wondrous stimulation he could ever desire.
"Oh yeah, so close," he breathlessly announced.
He could feel his thick cum flowing. Nicole's skilled orifice was milking it from his balls with apparent ease. She felt the seeping seed smearing on her gliding lips and flicking tongue. When his semen and her saliva pooled, Nicole swallowed down the milky mixture.
When she glanced up with a devilish look in her eyes, Dan eyed his precious wife suspiciously. He could see the gears in her mind shifting. Both her hands wrapped around the lower portion of his penis as her mouth retreated. With just the bulbous head throbbing against her tongue, her teeth and lips closed around the base of his tip.
With fierce determination she frantically devoured the crown of his cock. Dan groaned aloud and rose off the bed as powerful sensations rocked his body. They were as delightful as they were painful. His balls tightened and abdominal muscles flexed almost instantly. His balls contracted, pushing the seed from its home.
Sensing his impending climax, Nicole sat back and gazed at his stiff cock. It glistened with saliva. A drop of thick creamy cum collected at the tip. She giggled as his flesh-sword visibly twitched and throbbed. To her eyes, it was the most beautiful sight she'd seen in quite some time.
"I'm going to have to send you to Philadelphia more often," he announced, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.
"Hold on, tiger," Nicole warned. "We're just getting started."
Nicole got up and straddled his legs. Dan gazed at the cute round swells. He could see the unmistakable outline of the hard nipples vibrating against the thin black fabric. He anxiously loosened the black plastic buttons and pulled the blouse open. A matching black bra cradled her enticing globes. The snap between the cups was easily defeated. The halves separated, propelled by the bra's elasticity. The revealed breasts and dark nipples sank and slightly flattened into their natural unrestrained positions.
Dan enjoyed the vision of her beauty. His hands tenderly grasped the creamy orbs and squeezed on the flesh. He teased the nipples with his thumbs. He leaned forward as she tilted her head back. Dan's mouth kissed the exposed right side of her neck, blazing a trail to the soft base. He nuzzled the small depression, licking and sucking on the soft, scented skin.
"Oh, Dan, I've missed you so much." Nicole wasn't speaking about her time away, but rather the large gap in time since they'd had the opportunity to enjoy such private intimacy. "I love you so much, baby."
His mouth traveled down her chest, his lips lightly trailing across her smooth skin. It lowered to a breast, licking and kissing on the supple mound. Nicole moaned as her hands grasped the back of his neck. She arched her back and anxiously thrust her breasts forward, eager for his affectionate attention. The hard nipples ached, starved for stimulation. His mouth tended to the creamy skin around the pulsating peaks, intentionally ignoring them. His inattention made his wife desperate.
When finally his warm lips embraced the swollen nub and areola, her sweet voice cried out in joyous delight. Her entire form quaked with excitement as he bathed the large tip in his saliva, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh.
As he devoured one, his fingers toyed with the other. He pinched and twisted on the rock-hard nipple, feeling her luscious body as it jerked and writhed in pleasure. He could smell her heated sex as juice soaked her crotch. His penis throbbed with desire as he imagined sinking his full length into her wet, hot core as he'd done so many times before. Each time with his wonderful wife was slightly different and so very special. He loved her more than ever, and desired her more with each passing moment.
He placed his hands beneath Nicole's arms and lifted her body onto the bed. She lay on her back looking up at him with a naughty-girl smile on her face. His hands reached beneath her skirt and tugged the panties down her sleek legs. After tossing the soiled undergarment aside, Dan paused and admired his wife's nearly nude body. He placed his hands between her knees and guided her legs apart.
As the limbs slowly separated, he admired the view of her pussy. She kept the dark hair trimmed into a narrow rectangular patch that flanked the pink folds. The curls were also cut short, so the hair emphasized the beauty of her sex without hiding it. The succulent folds were aroused and swollen. They glistened invitingly with natural wetness. He knelt on the mattress between her firm calves, and then lowered himself to his belly. With his head positioned at her crotch, there was little doubt what his intentions were.
"Oh Dan, it's been so long," she whispered.
On the occasions they did manage to find time for one another, the sexual exchanges were passionate at times but brief. They had neither the time nor the energy to fully enjoy their bodies. But this evening, filled with sexual energy fueled by powerful love and desire, they had nothing but time to celebrate their committed lives.
His fingers gently separated the delicate outer folds and exposed the pink valley nestled within. Dan's lips lowered to her clitoris, closing in around the area as the tip of his hot tongue playfully licked on the nub. The taste of her essence filled his mouth as juice seeped inside. He pressed a finger at the entrance to her love tunnel. It slid fully inside the slick chamber, immersing it in wetness. A second finger joined the first. Her pussy walls were stretched as the two fingers slowly eased back and forth within the juice-soaked canal.
Nicole's groans sounded as he ate and finger-fucked his wife's wondrous center. Her vibrating body tensed in delight as the tingling heat in her loins intensified. Those curvaceous hips began a pumping motion as she anxiously rubbed her crotch against his face. Wetness glazed his lips and chin as her flowing nectar continued leaking. She bent her legs at the knees and widened them as far as possible, giving herself to him completely. Nicole jerked in spasms of delight when powerful tingling jolts rippled through her flesh.
"Oh yeah, oh Dan," she moaned aloud as her slender form visibly quaked.
Nicole clutched both breasts and squeezed on the mounds. Her thumbs and index fingers pinched on the hardened nipples. She gasped as her fingers tugged on the rubbery nubs, generating a stimulating mixture of slight pain and joy. Her back arched, pivoting her shoulders up as her head fell back. Tiny droplets of perspiration formed on her luminescent skin. Errant strands of dark hair clung to her moistened brow.
Both hands moved around the back of his head. Her hips vigorously thrust her juicy cunt against his hot mouth as climax approached. Soft moans were interspersed with loud cries as her sexual excitement peaked. The pumping motions of her thighs became frantic in the shadow of ecstasy.
As two juice-soaked fingers of his right hand plunged fully into Nicole's love canal, Dan looped his muscled left arm around a shapely thigh and hung on for the ride he knew would be coming very soon. His coated face maintained the licking and sucking action on and around the tiny clitoris.
Her groans and cries were increasing in frequency and volume, indicating she was on the verge of release. After seventeen years of marriage and eighteen years of sexual relations, he knew his wife like no other woman.
"Oh! Oh yes! Yeah, baby, oh yes! Yes! Yes!" she desperately cried out just before her sweaty form completely stiffened.
Her body erupted in uncontrollable spasms, just as Dan had expected. His arm muscle flexed as he tightly clutched her thigh. The hands around his head pulled his mouth hard against her pussy as her hips simultaneously ground the eager flesh upon his lips.
A brief flood of fresh juice soaked her center and renewed the flavor of her aroused womanhood. Despite Dan's inability to breathe, his mouth remained selflessly attached to her clitoris throughout the powerful climax.
Nicole's body curled up around his head as intense tingling heat filled her flesh with joyous delight. She felt every detail of his lips and tongue as he hungrily feasted on her cunt. Two fingers continued driving into her slick love chamber, adding to the pleasure.
The breath caught in her throat from the surprising thrill of release. Nicole's doubled-over body twitched and shuddered helplessly as orgasm was achieved and its wondrous pleasure savored. It drained the stored energy from within in the few seconds it lasted, and then calm returned.
She lay back, breathlessly panting after the tiresome event. A wide smile graced her radiating face. Nicole lifted her ass off the bed as Dan pulled the wrinkled skirt from her body.
Once the last vestige of clothing was gone, she was completely nude. He sat down with his legs outstretched and pulled her lower body onto his lap, her legs straddling him. His blood-engorged penis was as big and hard as ever. Dan was primed to love his wife.
He reached for her hands and pulled her up into a sitting position facing him. He could see the beads of perspiration that dampened her hair. They ran down her face and neck in tiny rivulets. Her lips and eyes were joyously smiling.
"Oh Dan, thanks so much. That was incredible," she admitted. "We haven't done anything like that in several years."
"Not since Timmy," he acknowledged. "But seeing you lying there was more than I could possibly resist."
"I guess I still got it, huh?" she teased with a sexy wink of an eye.
"You definitely still have it." He punctuated his statement by kissing her lips. His tongue passionately thrust inside, entwining with hers in an erotic embrace.
As heated kissing resumed, she rose up on both knees and shifted her body forward. Her soft fingers supported the base of his cock as she carefully lowered. The slippery tip was pressed against her left inner thigh so she could feel where it was moving. Leaking semen smeared on the bare skin, leaving a creamy trail of pearls on the unmarked path like breadcrumbs.
Nicole guided him upward until the bulbous head brushed past her pubic curls and throbbed against her wet outer lips. She rocked up and down with slight movements, feeling his rounded tip working its way between the bright pink ridges of flesh that protected the canyon within. His crown separated the lips and settled at the bottom of her juicy slit. Her hot canyon anxiously throbbed against his crown as wetness coated its surface.
Her hands rubbed his cock up and down the length of her incredible valley, smearing it with flowing juice. Nicole then shifted the tip down until it settled at the portal to her center. Dan looped his hands under her arms and back around her shoulders.
He thrust upward and simultaneously pulled down. The force pushed his penis into the opening, forcing her muscle to slightly stretch and accommodate his fully erect stem. She gasped in awe as she felt him penetrating into her steamy core. Wet heat greeted his eagerly pulsating cock as it moved fully inside.
Nicole was breathless again. She pulled her mouth away from his and coiled her arms around his neck. Her mouth attached to his bare left shoulder as the teeth firmly grasped Dan's skin. Her muffled groans punctuated each upward motion of his prick. Each thrust plunged his cock deeply into the aching void. He hesitated with his meat buried inside her pussy, their sexual organs sharing seeping wetness and excitedly throbbing against one another.
"You feel so good," she told him. "I've been thinking about you since the moment I left home."
"I've been thinking about you since the moment I stopped thinking about the hot blonde cutie across the street," he teased in a playful voice.
She'd caught him admiring the college-aged girl several times. It was a source of irritation between them at times, but Nicole had since decided that she was nothing more than a harmless distraction. Besides, with the onset of winter there was little exposed skin left to be admired.
Her poised mouth sharply bit his shoulder in retaliation. "You are so going to get it. I'm going to fuck the thought of that hot blonde cutie right out of your dirty mind."
Nicole pushed him down onto his back and pinned his wrists to the mattress at his sides. She raised and lowered her body, working his affection-starved penis in and out of her core. Juice bathed his stem as his leaking cum streaked her love tunnel. Their moans combined in a cacophony of passionate desire that drowned out the rhythmic squishing of their wet flesh.
Her hips moved forward then back and side to side as her love muscle quivered around his cock. Dan delighted in his wife's movements. She'd gotten so good over the years. Nicole knew precisely how to make each motion an erotic delight for them both. Experience like that was something a young hot blonde cutie couldn't possibly duplicate, and they both knew it.
Nicole leaned over, dangling her bare breasts temptingly above his face. Dan smiled as he looked up at the vibrating mounds, noting the flared nipples that he knew she enjoyed him sucking on. He grasped the globes in his hands, isolating the swollen peaks in the V between his thumbs and index fingers. He alternately nibbled and sucked on the rock-hard tips, bathing them in warm saliva. His teeth dragged up and down the nubs and intermittently bit down. Dan felt her body twitch and stiffen as slight stings of pain jolted her form.
"Oh, Dan," she moaned in delight. "Ah! Yeah, oh yeah, baby."
His fingers kneaded the soft swells as his mouth maintained the sometimes painful stimulation of her nipples. They swelled even larger and throbbed against his lips. He had always adored her breasts, and she enjoyed the attention he gave them. Dan bit down again, smiling to himself as her moving form momentarily tensed and the breath caught in her throat. He sensed the rough treatment was arousing when her fucking motions became increasingly frantic.
His hips drove upwards into her hot, wet pussy, meeting each of her downward thrusts. They slammed his pulsating cock into her center. She rotated up until just the tip of his penis remained inside and descended again. His prick swelled larger as tingling pressure filled his lower belly. The heavy seed-laden balls pulled up tight against the base of his cock as climax approached.
Dan's hands released her breasts and grasped her curvaceous hips, pulling her down onto his erect cock as he plunged upwards. Her body rocked faster as her excitement peaked. His sensitized head glided along her wondrous canal walls, triggering a rush of desire that accompanied the rising of his semen.
He groaned aloud as the delightful tingling sensations rippled through his center. He tried holding back but the rapid movements and incredible wet heat that embraced him was more than he could bear.
"Oh, Dan! Almost there, hold on, baby, hold on..." she breathlessly moaned.
The pressure in his cock and balls was irresistible. He tried delaying but the feeling of her hot pussy so tightly wrapped around his organ was edging him closer to climax. He felt the seed moving higher as his balls tingled with anxious excitement.
Nicole's swiftly gliding form was shimmering with sweat. Juice bathed his genitals and dripped from her outer pink folds. Her pubic curls glistened as droplets clung to the strands. All that could be heard was the squishing of their colliding bodies, frantic groans, and a howling wind that angrily blew at the curtained windows.
His eyes widened and then closed as his sensitized cock swelled larger in the seconds before climax. Dan's head felt every detail of her wondrous sex as it pumped deeply into her. He grunted when the semen completed its journey. His body tensed and twitched as his prick ejaculated pre-heated cum into her womb. He squirted several times, grunting aloud with each heavy stream.
Although spent, he remained inside. It was just enough. A few moments later his loving wife stiffened above him. Her moans became cries as her tensed form wildly shook. A brief flood of essence soaked her flesh as she savored the blessed delight of physical love. Tears of joy pooled behind her closed eyes and spilled down along the sides of her cute, upturned nose. When she was done, Nicole lowered her body onto his chest.
Nicole moved a hand down to his crotch and gently held the hairy jewels. The implied threat was quite clear. "So who's on your mind right now?"
He nuzzled her neck. "It's always been you, sweetheart, and we both know it."
They spent that special night together. Dan was the first to awaken. He stood before the window naked and opened the curtains. The sun-drenched scene that greeted him was beautiful. The brief expanse of highway that was visible below was clear and traffic was moving at a brisk but silent pace. The little ice that still clung to roofs and grass was quickly melting. He closed the curtains.
Dan made two hushed calls and returned to his wife's side. His arms enveloped and stroked her silky soft body. A short while later she awoke with a start. Initially confused, Nicole looked around in a frantic attempt to identify her surroundings. The events of the previous evening slowly dawned on her. A smile formed on her lips.
"Mmmm, I don't want to leave yet," Nicole admitted, but realized that as responsible parents they had little choice.
"We're not," he told her.
Her nude body stiffened. She rolled over and faced him in the semi-darkness that surrounded them.
"Look, Dan..."
"It's a major storm, sweetie. The interstate is closed. We're officially stranded. We can keep the room, your mom's okay with hanging onto the kids through the weekend, and breakfast will be delivered shortly."
She hugged his toned body and moved her thighs around his waist.
"Love me again, Dan."