21 comments/ 75815 views/ 91 favorites Canceled Flights By: m_storyman_x The forecast wasn't good. If fact, it was bad enough that I left three hours for a two hour trip. It had been snowing for only an hour before I left the house, but the roads were already coated and the plows were having a hard time keeping up. I had hopes of outrunning the storm while I drove east, but that thought was quickly evaporating as I made my way at a leisurely fifty miles an hour in the partly snow free right lane of the interstate. Yeah, this business trip wasn't starting out to be too good. I'd been down this path before, and knew that the storm that had been through three days before was just hitting the east coast, making my flight into Boston touchy at best. No, it was time to start making alternate plans. A quick web search on my cell had the number I needed. "Airport Holliday Inn, How may I help you?" The young lady on the other end of the line said in a pleasant voice. "Yes I need to make reservation. Do you still have any rooms available?" "We do have a few sir." "Very well. My gold club number is 1358654," I said as I tried to keep my all wheel drive in the driest tracks of the snowy road. "Yes, Mister Henson. Thank you. I do have your information here. How many will be staying with us?" "Just one. For tonight please." "Yes sir. Would you like a single king or double queen room?" "I'm not particular, as long as it's non-smoking." I answered her. "No problem. I have a couple non-smoking rooms left for tonight. Would you like me to put it on the card we have on file?" "Yes please, and mark that late arrival please." "Very well Mister Henson. I have you staying with us tonight, in a non-smoking double queen room. I have to say, I'm certainly glad you called when you did. With this weather we're filling fast." "I'm not surprised." "Me either. I'm sure we'll be sold out quickly." "As long as you don't shuffle me if you overbook." I said with a chuckle. "Not to worry sir. We NEVER bump a gold member. I can guarantee, no matter how late you get in, you will definitely have a room." "Thank you. " "Is there anything else I can do for you this afternoon?" "Nope. That does it." "Well, thank you Mister Henson. Safe travels!" "Thank you." I said as the young lady clicked off the line. With a room reservation done I felt a lot better. I had serious doubts that I would get out of St Louis at all today. It took several hours, but I finally got to the airport, parked and made my way through the mass of people at the ticket counter and security, finally settling in at the gate nearly four hours after I'd left home. I found an outlet and plugged in my Surface, wanting to make sure it was fully charged, just in case, and started to write a story that came to mind as I was driving up. Most of my stories come to me at unusual times, and this was no exception. As I wrote the story gelled even more and I was soon tapping madly on the soft keyboard, trying to get the words down on the computer as they flowed through my brain. It wasn't until almost an hour later that I even looked up at the crowd gathered at the gate. They were starting to call boarding for my flight and with the group milling around I had no doubt it was going to be a full flight. When they called my row grouping I made my way down the jet way and onto the plane. Keeping my Surface out of my briefcase, I stowed my case in the bin above my seat. I stooped down and scooted over to the window seat and settled in, expecting my seatmates to show up at any time. I was surprised that as the plane continued to fill, the two seats, as well as a variety of seats scattered around seemed to remain vacant. It wasn't that I minded. In fact, I took advantage of the vacancy to get back to work on my story. Sometimes I get too engrossed in my writing for my own good. I was busy typing away when a young woman's voice broke my concentration and drew my attention back to the aisle and a pair of very curvaceous bodies standing next to the seats on my aisle. The slightly smaller of the two, wearing black tights, a short black mini-skirt and a knit tank top, well filled out to be sure, was reaching up into the bin above my seat, pulling the knit top tight across her significantly sized breasts, and the hem of her skirt up slightly, exposing her black clad legs nearly to their juncture. Her skirt was pulled so high that I could easily see the lacy tops of her stockings before she dropped her arms back down. "Got it." She said as she lowered her arms and turned sidestepping in to drop into the seat next to me while the other woman, dressed in a pair of knee length black boots and a gray sweater dress, took her place at the end of the aisle, pushing her own oversized handbag up into the storage space. "Well, we made it." She said with a smile before bending over in the seat to stuff a handbag under the seat in front of her. "I guess the owners of these were held up by the storm." The young lady said as much to me as anyone. "You won't mind having seat mates, will you?" "Huh? Oh. No. No, that's fine." I said as I pulled my eyes from the second of the two women. Both had nearly identical facial features, and other than a difference in hair color, the one next to me and ever so slightly shorter and thinner having blond hair instead of brown, they were damn near twins. Well, maybe not twins, but sisters most certainly! "Sisters?" I blurted as the second one turned and dropped into the end aisle seat, my comment drawing a suppressed smile from the one sitting next to me. "Well, that's nice of you to say, but no. Not sisters." The one in the aisle seat replied politely. "Oh. Geez. I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." I half mumbled in apology. "Oh, nothing to be sorry about." She said with a smile as she wiggled around to try and dig her seat belt out from under or behind her round butt, her tits wiggling and jiggling with each move she made. "I'm Jenna, and this is Anna, my mom." The one next to me said, holding a rather petite hand out toward me across her body. If you've ever tried to shake hands with someone sitting next to you, you can imagine how contorted I suddenly became, trying to twist my already belted body around enough to get my right hand to hers. "Michael." I answered when I could finally shake her hand. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to be insulting or anything. It just kind of slipped out." "Well, personally, I don't know whether to be offended or not. I mean were you calling my mom young or me old?" Jenna asked, still suppressing a smile, this time at my obvious discomfort. "I wasn't trying to say you looked old." I said almost defensively. "I think maybe I better just keep my mouth shut now before I have to eat my own shoe." My neighbor let the smile she was suppressing slip out as she shook her head. She reached down behind herself to find her own seat belt and wiggled around bumping into my arm several times with her own in the process. "I guess it's close quarters in here?" She finally said as she settled back into the seat again with both ends of the seatbelt. "No problem." I answered. As I folded my Surface down onto its keyboard. "So, you're a writer?" She asked as she buckled her seat belt. "Just on the side. I'm an engineer." "Oh? What kind of engineering?" She asked. "Automation systems. You?" "Vet." She said. "So, you write on the side?" "A bit." I answered evasively. "Books? Stories?" "Jenna." The other woman said quietly. "Oh mom. I'm just being conversational." She answered. "But he might not want to be." Anna said quietly. "Oh mother." Jenna said rolling her eyes. "Just because you're afraid to talk to strangers doesn't mean I should be." "It's alright, really." I answered to them both. "It's really not a problem." "So, what kind of books." Jenna prompted as she turned back toward me. "I've got a couple science fiction books done." I answered her. "That sounds cool. I've always wanted to write, but was always afraid of putting myself out there where people could make fun of me." "Well, there are always those who just have to find something to complain about, but for the most part most people don't really pick you apart too much." "So is that what you were writing now? More science fiction?" "Not exactly." I said quietly. "Just a short story." I finished dismissively. "Cool, what about?" "Oh, nothing much." I said evasively. "Oh I get it. Wanna keep it a secret so no one steals your idea?" "Not exactly. Just not everyone appreciates all of my writings." "Oh? Okay, now you have my full attention." She said, her smile coming back. "Ladies and gentlemen." The aircraft PA system squawked in its pathetically tinny rendering of the pilot's voice. "I'm sorry to say that we're going to be delayed a bit. The last word we have is that we still expect to get into Boston, but a bit late. Unfortunately we have to vacate the gate so another inbound flight can deplane. So they're going to push us back and we'll taxi over to a holding area so when we finally do get clearance we can run through the de-icing station real quick and be off. Feel free to get up and stretch or use your portable electronic devices if you want. I'll try and let you know more as soon as I know." I looked down at my watch and saw it was just past two. If we were going to get into Boston we'd have to get off the ground soon because the storm there was just supposed to get worse as the day went on. "Looks like we're not going anywhere fast." I muttered. "Well, look on the bright side, you have more time to write, right?" "So it would seem," I answered Jenna as she reached down to her handbag and pulled out a book. She thumbed through the book to her bookmark and began reading. I was still a bit nervous about writing more, especially at this point in the story. The two main characters in the story were just to the point of falling into a particularly hot oral sex session. I wasn't used to writing that kind of thing where people could look over my shoulder. A little reluctantly I powered up my Surface again and got it situated on my lap so I could see the screen and type. I looked over at Jenna several times, trying to see if she were trying to read my screen and then gave up, resigning to the fact that if she did and was offended it was her problem. Tanya stepped into the nearly dark room from the bathroom, pulled the covers on her side of the queen sized bed back and let the towel fall from her body before sliding between the sheets. Andrew could feel the bed move as she climbed in, but kept his eyes closed as he had promised, not that he could really see anything in the dark anyway. He'd been working with Tanya for years, and had often wondered what she'd look like naked, and here she was, naked, or almost so, and he couldn't even see. He had to admit, what he could see through her normal work wear made him suspect she had a pretty spectacular body, but she did a pretty damn good job of keeping it hidden. Andrew closed his eyes to try to sleep, but failed miserably, his mind going back over and over to the sight of the back of Tanya as she slipped her skirt suit off before disappearing into the bathroom wearing just panties and bra. The image of her practically naked back and mostly exposed creamy white ass had his cock in a perpetual state of hardness. Sleep was not going to come easily. As he lay there he felt Tanya roll over in the bed and wiggle back from the edge, her butt pressing against his hip as he lay on his back. He froze, laying there not moving, afraid to move away and too nervous to even think about doing anything more overt. As he lay there he could feel the heat of her bare skin against his, drawing attention to the realization that she had taken her panties off as well, leaving her as naked as he was. He suddenly wished he hadn't been so rash and stripped completely naked. She had to know by now he was as naked as she was, the thought of which only made his cock harder. "Andrew," Tanya asked the night quietly, "are you still awake." "Yeah." He answer back, his voice barely above a whisper. "Does this feel weird to you?" "What's that?" "Sleeping together like this." "It's the last hotel room, it's either this or sleeping in a cold car. With this snow we're not going anywhere." "That isn't what I mean." "What do you mean then?" He asked almost afraid to hear the answer. "How many times have we been on trips like this together?" She asked quietly. "I don't know. About a dozen or so over the last two years." He answered. He felt her butt pull away from his skin and the bed bounce and move. He wondered for a moment if she had gotten out of bed, but only for a moment. He froze in place as he felt her slide against him, her large round breasts pressing against his arm and one of her legs sliding over one of his to rest with her knee practically between his legs, her knee nearly touching his rock hard cock. "In all that time, how come you never asked me to have a drink with you, or come hang out in your room with you, or even come down with you to take a dip in the hotel hot tub?" "The hotel hot tub? I didn't even think you packed a swim suit." He said momentarily confused. "I did. A little lime green bikini actually. But that's not the point, how come you never asked?" "I guess I just figured you'd say no. Your reputation at work kind of precedes you." "What reputation is that?" "Well, that you're not the most friendly person." Andrew answered, wishing he hadn't as soon as he said it. He could feel her body stiffen against his as soon as the words left his mouth. "You mean frosty bitch?" She said slightly louder, but not moving from where she lay against him. "You know why?" "Not really." "Harrison." "Our boss?" "Yeah. He hit on me one day, implying that I'd be a lot more likely to be promoted if I were putting out. I pretty much told him to go to hell and that if he wanted to fuck his way up the ladder he was welcome to it, but I had more self respect than that." "Bet he wasn't happy." "Even less so when I told him that if he tried to retaliate against me or prevent me from being promoted on time that I'd slap his ass with a sexual harassment suit faster than he could jack himself off. In return he started a rumor that I was a frosty bitch that preferred more masculine women." "That doesn't seem fair." "It's not. Not at all actually. I'm really a warm caring person who loves interacting with people in all sorts of ways." "Well, you've never been cold toward me." "That's because I like you. But I wanted to give you a chance to learn a bit about me first." "First?" "Uh huh." She said as he felt her hand slide across his hip to his hard cock, her fingers gently circling it and squeezing his long fat shaft. "Mmmmm. Andrew, are you turned on by all this?" "Who wouldn't be?" He answered nervously. "Yeah, who wouldn't be. I know I am." "You are?" "Uh huh. Would you mind if I did something?" "Like what?" "Something really really personal." She whispered. "I guess." "Good." She said before she moved her leg off of his. He felt the covers moving and the bed shaking as she moved around. "Oh god." He groaned as he felt the hot warmth of her mouth engulf his cock under the covers. Her hot wet tongue swirled around his mushroom head before pushing down his shaft farther, her hand moving before her lips and then back again as she withdrew from his cock. Two more times she made the slow trip, pushing her face down his cock and driving his mushroom head into her throat. "Ohhhhh my god." He moaned softly as she pushed down until there was no more of him to take in. She pulled breathlessly from his cock and then flopped the covers off of them, leaving them both lying naked on the bed, illuminated only by the light leaking in around the curtains. "Did you like that?" "Uh huh." Andrew answered breathlessly. "You know. I'm kind of horny too." "Yeah?" "Uh huh. If I asked really nice, would you do something to me too?" "Sure, anything!" Andrew answered eagerly, wishing she'd put his raging hardon back in her mouth. "Would you lick my pussy too? I really really love having it licked while I'm sucking cock." "If that's what you want, sure!" Andrew answered her. It only took a second for her to move around, swinging a leg over his head and lowering her pussy toward his face as she leaned down again to engulf his cock, her tits pressing against his stomach as she pressed her face down his shaft again. He reached his hands up to her cream butt, stroking across it as he looked as her completely shaven pussy, her soft inner lips protruding from her full rounded outer lips, both her inner and outer lips glistening in the subdued light with her own moisture. He tentatively reached out with his tongue and drew a long slow stroke up her lips caressing them and tasting her tangy wetness. She pulled her mouth off his cock and heard her moan loudly. "Ohhhh yeah. Lick me sweetie. Press your tongue between my lips and lick my hot sweet pussy!" In response Andrew pressed his tongue between her lips, pushing deep into her and drawing it along until he could feel the entrance to her tunnel. He pressed his tongue as deep into her as he could drawing a moan from her around his rigid shaft. He worked his tongue up and down her slit, quickly finding her clit and circling the tip of his tongue around it several times before flicking across it, making her squirm in pleasure over him. "Ohhhh god you do that well." She moaned. "You keep that up and I'm gonna be coming on your face." "You keep sucking me like that and I'm gonna be coming in your mouth." Andrew replied. "That is the idea!" she answered with a giggle. "Any time you're ready big boy, just let me have it!" She added before closing her lips around his head again and sucking it deeply. "Ohhhhhh damn." He groaned as she went back to sliding her lips up and down his cock, her hand following close behind, twisting as she slid up and down. He leaned his face back toward her pussy and zeroed in on her exposed clit. Andrew circled his tongue around and around the hard little nub, making her squirm and buck her hips on his face, his hands barely able to control her as he grabbed at her firm round ass. Tanya pulled her face from his cock and cried out loudly, "Shit shit shit. Oh shit I'm coooommmmmiiiinnnngggg!" She squealed as her whole body bucked and shook over him. "Oh god damn Andrew!" Andrew did his best to keep attacking her clit as she ground herself against his face, her pussy gushing juices down over his chin until it was running down his neck and onto the bed below them. She suddenly pulled away from him, quickly turning around on the bed and pressing her other lips to his in a hot sensuous kiss. With her lips still pressed to his he felt her reach down between them, finding his cock and wrapping her hand around it. He felt a new wetness press around his head as she rubbed his cockhead between her sopping wet lips. "Ohhhh god." Andrew moaned into her mouth as he felt his cock engulfed by her wet pussy, her tight tunnel gripping and squeezing him as she pushed herself down over him. "Mmmmmmmm" she moaned back as his cock pressed against the end of her tunnel, his head pushing against her cervix. Slowly she began to lift and drop her hips, sliding herself up and down his cock. She broke the kiss they had been sharing and lifted her chest from his, her big tits hanging down between them, her nipples grazing across his chest with each stroke she made. The sensations her velvety tunnel imparted into his cock pushed him quickly closer to the point of no return, but he was way too far gone to even think to warn her. Canceled Flights Suddenly his body bucked under her, driving his cock up into her so hard he lifted her momentarily off the bed. She squealed in delight at the feeling of his cock gushing a huge stream of cum up into her, filling her tight pussy even fuller. Over and over his body jerked, adding to the load inside her, her own orgasm pushed back to life at the sensations of him filling her. Her legs and arms trembled and threatened to give out on her as she held herself over him, their combined orgasm washing them both with perspiration and euphoria. "Oh my god that's hot." Jenna whispered as I typed the end of the sentence. "Huh?" I said suddenly realizing she was reading what I was writing instead of reading her book. She leaned closer, keeping her voice to a barely audible whisper. "I said that was soooo fucking hot. God my pussy is tingling. I had no idea you were that kind of writer." "Just in my spare time." I said uncomfortably, folding down the Surface to its keyboard. "Yeah, but obviously very good at it. I could almost feel his tongue licking my pussy. Damn all of a sudden I'm so god damn horny! Maybe we should join the mile high club?" "Seriously? You do realize we're not off the ground yet, right?" "Yeah, but a girl can wish, can't she?" "Oh lord." I answered, shaking my head slowly. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to say this, but our flight has been officially cancelled. I'd let you deplane now, but they tell me it'll be almost an hour before they can get us back to a jetway to deplane. Sorry folks, sounds like the storm hitting Boston is getting a lot worse than predicted." The captain said over the PA. "Oh damn!" Jenna swore quietly while I looked down at my watch. "Geez. It'll be nearly five by the time we get off." I muttered. "Well, I'm going to get a hotel room. I have no intention of spending the whole night in the airport!" "Yeah, good luck with that." I said as she pulled out her cell phone. "Why's that?" She asked as she started searching hotel sites like most of the other passengers. "With this weather, everything's gonna be booked up tight." "How do you know that?" "Because the Holiday Inn was almost sold out when I made a reservation hours ago." I answered with a shrug. I opened my tablet back up and went back to typing on my story while Jenna started making calls to get a hotel room. As their bodies began to still, Tanya lowered herself back down, gently pressing her lips to his, her tongue teasing his lips until he opened his mouth. Her hot breath flooded his mouth as her tongue darted into his mouth, teasing his tongue. His tongue followed hers back into her mouth before retreating again as she sucked on it. She let it slip from her mouth and pulled her lips apart from his. "Mmmmmm god you feel good, both in me and against me." She whispered. "I'll second that, well, for the second part anyway." Andrew answered her, his hands sliding slowly around her ass and back. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time, you know." "With me? Why?" "Well, let's see. You're kinda cute, you have a nice butt, a good sense of humor, smart, oh yeah, a GREAT cock!" she said with a giggle. "How do you know about my cock?" "Well, it was just a guess, based on the bulge you got when I showed you some cleavage. You do like my cleavage don't you?" She asked, lifting herself up and arching her back in to push her tits toward his face. "They are pretty spectacular tits." Andrew answered, sliding his hands up her sides and cupping both large boobs, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across her nipples. "Mmmm and they like being played with too." She cooed softly, sliding her body up his a little farther, his softening cock slipping from her pussy as she lifted her breasts into range of his mouth. "And they like being sucked on even more." "Ahhh. That's good." Andrew mumbled to her as he reached his lips for her right breast, closing around her entire areola and nipple before sucking to draw it into his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhh yessssssss." She hissed softly as his tongue circled her nipple and flicked across it while still suctioned deep into his mouth. "That's it baby. Suck that sensitive nipple. You keep doing that and I'm gonna have to fuck your brains out some more." "Sounds like a deal to me." Andrew answered with a chuckle as he was switching from one breast to the other. "I wish I knew you wanted me this much a long time ago." "Hell, if I knew you sucked and licked like this I probably would have tried to get you naked a long time ago myself." She moaned as he drew her nipple into his mouth again. "Awwww shit." Jenna swore softly. "Sorry mom. No dice. Looks like anything with a shuttle is booked solid. I guess we're sleeping on airport bench seats tonight." "Well, I guess it could be worse." Her mother answered with a sigh. "So why did you book a room if you were going out of town?" Jenna asked, turning toward me as the engines on the airplane spooled up to a higher pitch and the aircraft started to move slightly. "I saw the snow, knew it was snowing in Boston and did the math. One plus one equals no flight." I answered her as I looked out the window. "I'm willing to bet they don't give our luggage back either." "Oh damn. That'll be fun." She said with a frown as the plane started to bounce its way around a taxiway. Ten minutes or so later we pulled in to a jetway and they allowed us to deplane. I waited as the crowded line down the aisle started to thin, Jenna and her mom still sitting as well. "Well, at least we get to eat some dinner. I'm starved." I said as Jenna and her mom climbed from their seats and reached up to get their stuff out of the bin. I couldn't help but notice how high Jenna's short skirt pulled as she reached for her bag. Bringing her comment about her pussy being wet back to the front of my mind. "What?" She asked, looking down at me after pulling her bag from the overhead. "Nothing. Just trying to decide where to eat." I lied. "Well, if you know a good place, I'm all in. I'm starved and I have no idea where anything is in this airport." "So I never did ask, where are you from?" "A little place called Pecos, New Mexico." "Never heard of it." "It's a bit west of Vegas. Everyone knows where that is!" she said as she made room for me to get out of the row of seats and stand up in the aisle. "Yep, heard of that one." I said as I dug my briefcase out of the overhead and stuffed my tablet into it. "So, dinner?" "Well, you can eat here if you want. But I'm going to eat at the hotel. The prices here in the airport are a total rip-off." I said as I followed her down the aisle. "I don't know if we should leave the airport. I mean, it's not like we have any place to sleep or anything." "Oh hell. I know I'm going to end up regretting this, but if you wanna come hang out at the hotel it might be more comfortable than here." I said as I followed her down the jetway. "Seriously?" She asked, turning half way around to see me as she walked. "Sure, why not." I said with a shrug. "Hey mom. Did you hear that?" "What's that sweetie?" Anna asked from ahead of us. "Michael just invited us to share his hotel room." "Really? That's awful sweet of him." She answered. "Wait a second." I said almost at the same time. "I didn't..." "I'd say so. Sure will be a lot nicer than sleeping on the benches in here." Jenna answered her mother, ignoring my protest. "Well the least we can do is pay for part of the room." Her mother said as we crossed out of the jetway into the concourse. "But I didn't..." I started to protest again. "Really! I Insist!" Anna said, turning to smile at me. "It's truly the least we can do. I really wasn't looking forward to sleeping in the concourse." I opened my mouth to protest again and then closed it, realizing that I had lost the argument. Somehow I had invited them to stay the night. Good thing I did book a double queen room! "So how about you let us buy you dinner then?" Anna asked sweetly. "You pick the restaurant." "I think he was planning on eating at the hotel. Which sounds fine with me." "Sure. The Jet Set will do just fine." I said with a sigh. At least I'd have pleasant dinner company. We made our way out of the concourse and down to the shuttle bus stops. It was nearly half an hour before the holiday inn shuttle made the trip back, a round trip that usually only took about ten minutes. Once we reached the hotel we went straight to the restaurant to eat. During dinner I learned a bit more about them, as well as getting a bit more feeling for their personalities. Jenna was clearly a more outgoing bubbly person than her mother. Anna was more reserved, but clearly fun loving based on some of her...exploits, over the years. Both were divorced and worked together in their own vet clinic. They were travelling to visit family in the Boston area. True to her word, Anna also picked up the check for my dinner. "Checking in please. Reservation for Henson." I said to the young woman behind the counter. "Yes Mister Henson. Welcome." She said as she pulled the reservation and printed the appropriate papers for me. "If you could sign here please, and initial here." She said sliding the paper over the counter. "You want to keep it billed to the same card we have on file?" "Yes please." I said as I scanned down the sheet. "Um, this says a single king suite. I thought I had double queens." "Oh, I'm sorry sir. We were running short on double bed rooms and because you were a single we upgraded you to the king suite, no extra charge." She said with a smile. "That will be okay, wont it?" I turned to look at Jenna and Anna, waiting patiently behind me and wondered if it would actually be okay or not. "I guess I don't have much choice, do I?" "Well, to be honest, no. We're totally booked. I can look and see if there's a cancelation, but I really doubt it." The young woman answered with a pained look on her face. "It'll be fine." I said with a nod, not wanting to make her feel bad for doing what she thought was a favor. "You're sure?" she asked again with concern. "Yeah, It'll be fine." I nodded. "Room four-seventeen." She said handing over a package with a single keycard. "Thanks." I said as I turned and headed to the elevator, Jenna and Anna following close behind. "I don't know that this is going to work so well." I said as we got off the elevator and walked the short distance to my room. "Why is that?" Jenna asked as I pushed the keycard in the door lock. "Because they upgraded me to a king suite." I said as I pushed the door open and flipped on the light switch. "So if you want to change your mind, I completely understand." I added as I walked in with the two ladies following behind me. "Ohhhhh this isn't good. No, no, no." Anna said quietly looking at the suite, which contained a nice desk, sitting chair loveseat and single king sized bed. "Oh Geez mom. What else are we going to do, go back and sleep in the airport? I'd rather sleep on the floor here than trying to sleep in an airport concourse." Jenna said as she walked deeper into the room looking around. "Besides we have TV here and our own bathroom. That's gotta be worth something." "I'm still not sure I like this." Anna said quietly. "For what it's worth, it wasn't my idea. They upgraded me because I was a single. They didn't have one for us to change back to, so as far as I'm concerned, you're welcome to hang out here, sleep on the floor or love seat, whatever suits you. If you'd rather not, that's fine too. I'm not going to push you to do anything one way or the other." I said as I headed to the bathroom. I could hear them talking quietly to each other before I closed the door. When I came out they were standing in the middle of the room waiting for me. "We do want to thank you for letting us stay. I know it might be a bit uncomfortable, especially sharing the bed, but it's still a whole lot better than the alternatives." Jenna said. "And just so you know, we both know you didn't plan this. I'm just not used to sharing a bed with a strange man." Anna said with a little laugh. "For that matter I'm not used to sharing the bed with any man." "Well, I'm sure we can make it all work out then." I said with a curt nod. "I'm not quite ready to hit the sack, but if you want to, feel free." "Actually, I think a shower." Jenna said as I walked past toward the love seat and the tv. Anna came over and sat down next to me on the love seat as I flipped through the channels. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but I am appreciative." She said quietly. I looked over at her and smiled. "Just between you and me, I wasn't planning on spending the night with two gorgeous women either. I'm not in the habit of sleeping with strange women any more than you are with strange men." "Well, thank you for the compliment." She said with a smile. "So Jenna was telling me you're a writer, in your spare time anyway." "Yeah, somewhat." I answered. "Does it make you nervous to talk about...well...that kind of writing?" "Yeah, a bit. I've been told by my readers that I'm pretty good at it, but yeah, I still do find it a bit embarrassing to talk about." "Would you mind if I read something you wrote?" "You really want to?" "Well, out of curiosity at least. I mean I read romance novels, how much more explicit could it be?" "A bit." I answered. "Really?" she asked, clearly curious. I got up and walked to the desk where I dropped my briefcase and pulled out my tablet. By the time I got back to the sofa, the system was up and running and I was scrolling through some of my rough drafts looking for a good example. "Perfect." I said as I pulled up the file and handed the tablet to Anna. I found a movie and tried to pay attention to it as Anna started reading the story I'd opened for her. It didn't take too long before I noticed the fingers of her free hand gently stroking her bare thigh below the hem of her sweater dress, her index finger teasing up just ever so slightly up under the hem. As she read further I saw her cheeks and neck flush light pink and her breathing become slightly deeper as she let the story wrap around and draw her in. The story I had given her to read was about a man and younger woman finding love after he was widowed and she was divorced. It was probably one of the most emotional stories I'd written recently, and she was clearly feeling that emotion as well as the hot sex scenes. "Oh lord." She whispered, one hand suddenly pulling from her leg to her chest, her hand grasping her breast, squeezing her nipple, through the dress, between her palm and fingers. It wasn't hard to figure out that she was reading about - him sucking and playing with her tits while he fingered her toward climax. "ohhhhhh." She breathed softly as her hand slid down her body, finally resting on the dress where she could press it slightly between her legs and put pressure on her mound. Her hips seemed to be moving ever so slightly as she read on, probably reading the part where he laid her on the kitchen table and entered her, slowly stroking his big cock in and out of her sopping pussy, his mouth still working from tit to tit. Suddenly she put the tablet down, her face flushed and her breathing raged. "Okay, that's most certainly more explicit than my romance novels." "Uh huh." I said. "Did you enjoy it?" "The story? Yes... well mostly." "Just mostly?" She blushed brightly. "More than maybe I should have." She whispered. "Really? I'd always wondered if women really got that turned on by my stories. I mean I've had some write back that they came reading my stuff, but I just figured they had a little help. I didn't know they could come without, you know." I said as I looked at her. She blushed again and looked away, holding the tablet back out to me. "So what are you two up too?" Jenna asked as she walked around the love seat and dropped into the lounge chair wearing only a towel, or at least I thought that's all she was wearing. "Oh. Your mom was just reading one of my stories." I answered her. "Oh really? You mom? I didn't know you got into that kind of thing." "I just really wanted to compare what he writes to my romance novels. I wasn't prepared for just how engrossing and, well, sexual, it was." She said quietly. "God it was hot." "Well Michael, it sounds like you did a good job on that story. Mind if I read it?" Jenna asked as her mother got up from the chair and headed toward the bathroom. "If you want," I said, flipping the tablet back on and handing it to her. I leaned back and went back to watching the movie, watching Jenna out of the corner of my eye as she started reading the story. The farther she got into the story the less she paid attention to her posture, her legs slowly moving open and one hand periodically reaching to the front of her towel and squeezing one breast through the fluffy material. "Ohhhhh damn." She said softly, wiggling in her seat slightly, the motion pushing the towel apart slightly so that I could see her creamy thighs nearly to her pussy. I lost complete track of the movie and was staring at her as she spread her legs and reached between them, her fingers finding her own pussy and stroking it slowly. I could see the towel spread slightly farther, her finger pressing between her now exposed pussy lips. "Jenna!" her mother said quietly as she came back into the room, wrapped in a white towel identical to Jenna's. In response Jenna looked up at her mother and then back to me, seeing me staring at her, her finger buried in her own pussy, my cock bulging my pants obviously. "Sorry." She said abruptly, blushing as she pulled her hand away from her pussy and pulling the towel back closed over herself. "I guess i got a bit more involved in the story that I expected." "He is good, isn't he?" Anna said. "Most definitely. A few more paragraphs and I probably would have been creaming myself just like the lady in the story was." "Like I said. It was a very erotic story." Anna agreed. "If you two don't mind, I think it's time for me to take a shower." She said as she turned and headed for the bathroom again. "My normal routine is a shower in the morning." I said as I flipped off the TV and got up. "I suppose if we're going to have to be back at the airport at seven we better hit the sack." "I suppose so. If you don't mind, I'd like to finish that story before I turn in." Jenna said, looking back down to my tablet. I got up and headed toward the bed. I turned out the lights, except for the one over where Jenna was sitting and quickly stripped down to my briefs, slipping quickly under the covers before Jenna could realize I was undressing. I lay in bed on my back trying to fall asleep, but completely unable to, between the moans I could hear over the running water in the shower and the higher pitched moans coming from the sitting area where Jenna was reading the rest of my story. "Ohhhhh fuck!" I heard Jenna squeak, drawing my attention. I opened my eyes and looked over to where she had been sitting and reading, her head thrown back, the towel no longer closed around her front. She had one hand squeezing a breast and the other between her legs. I barely heard the water in the bathroom shut off I was so intent on Jenna's naked body as she sat in the dim light, pumping one finger slowly in and out of her pussy as she lay reclined in the chair. Slowly she roused herself and pulled the towel back across herself before looking toward me, my eyes already closed pretending to sleep. I heard feet on the carpet and then the bed moved, the king sized bed sinking on my left as Jenna climbed under the covers. My already rock hard cock seemed to grow even harder at the mental image of her naked body sliding across the bed toward me. Canceled Flights The covers wiggled and the bed shook as the Jenna scooted closer, ending up with her soft breasts pressing against my arm and the heat from her body seeping into mine everyplace she touched me. "Michael, there's no way we can do this without accidently touching each other at least some." Jenna whispered, rightly believing I wasn't sleeping yet. "Okay." I whispered back. As she moved slightly closer I could feel the whole weight of her left breast resting on my arm and her right pressing against the side of it. Her left nipple, still hard from her recent activities brushed against my side with each breath she took. We lay like that for some seconds before she bent her leg and drew it up over mine, her thigh quickly resting on mine and her leg nuzzling my balls through my briefs. "Oh damn." I breathed as her hand pressed against my stomach and then slid down, her fingers pressing against the elastic waistband of my briefs. "It's not exactly fair." Jenna whispered. "What's that?" "I'm all naked but you're not." "I...We..." I stammered quietly. "You didn't think I was wearing clothes under the covers, did you?" "I guess I hadn't thought about it, but I suppose not." I answered her quietly. "It's okay, I'm sure I can solve it." She said as her fingers slipped under the waistband of my briefs and wormed in deeper to find my raging hardon. Her hand closed around it, bringing a slight moan from my lips, the image of her leaning back in the chair, her knees splayed apart and her naked body being teased by her own hands almost overwhelming. "Someone's awful hard." She whispered. "It must be hard to go to sleep like that." "It is." I mumbled. "I bet." She said, letting go of my cock to pull her hand from my briefs. If I thought she was done I had another thing coming. Her fingers hooked the elastic of my briefs and pulled the front down, her hand sliding from side to side to work the elastic down my hips until the material trapped between my ass and the bed prevented them from moving any farther. "You know, this works a lot better with cooperation." "Uh huh." I grunted, using my back and feet to lift myself ever so slightly off the bed, the position far from comfortable or effective. It was, however, sufficient to allow her to wiggle the material of my briefs down over my ass and, moving her leg out of the way, push them down to my knees. "Ohhh much better." She cooed softly as her leg returned and her hand wrapped around my hardon again. "That is better, isn't it?" "Oh yeah." I said breathlessly as she stroked my cock with her hand. "Mmmmm that story made me so fucking horny. Did you know I was playing with myself over there?" "Uh huh." I admitted quietly. "Mmmmm good. Did you know I came too? Could you hear me climax?" "Uh huh." I groaned as she continued to stroke her hand up and down my shaft. "Did you look?" She whispered in my ear, her breath hot on the side of my face. "You did, didn't you? You watched me play with my titties and put my finger in my hot wet cunt. Did you wanna put your cock in there? Did you wanna fill my hot little pussy with your big fat cock and fuck me?" "ohhhhh." I groaned softly at the mental images flashing through my mind, aided by her dirty talk and stroking hand. I felt her weight shift, her body slowly rolling across mine, ending with one knee resting on either side of my thighs, her big round tits pressing to my chest. I could feel her grind her hips down against me, trapping my cock between my body and her wet pussy. She slid along my shaft, dragging her tits along my chest, her hard nipples bouncing across mine as her wet lips caressed up and down my shaft. I could feel her wetness envelope my head at the end of each long slow stroke she made, her chest lowering slightly as she pushed back, forcing her clit against the bottom of my shaft. "You like that?" She whispered, sliding up along my shaft again. "Uh huh." I groaned at the sensations flowing through my body. "I bet you're gonna come soon, aren't you?" "Oh yeah. Soon and big." I grunted. "Well, I bet this makes you come even sooner." She said as she rocked her body down lower, pressing her tits tightly against my chest as she pushed back. I could feel my head nestled between her lips and push into her. Her hot wetness enveloped me inch by inch as she continued to push herself down my shaft. "Ohhhh god." I groaned as she lifted herself higher, pushing herself up, from my chest until she was sitting astride my middle, my cock fully impaling her. She pushed the covers off her back and began to lift and lower herself on me, small moans and groans escaping her lips as her pace slowly increased. In the dim light filtering in around the curtains I could see her tits bouncing and swinging as she worked us both closer to climax. I reached up and captured her bouncing boobs, squeezing them in my hands and rubbing my thumbs across her nipples. "Shit. I'm gonna come." I groaned softly, curling my toes to hold back as long as I could. "Yesssss. Do it. Come for me!" She moaned loudly. "Ohhhh god yessss!" "Oh fuck." I groaned just before my body jerked, jamming my cock up into her and fountaining a gush of hot cum up into her pussy. "YES!" she cried loudly, as my body jerked again, pumping another shot up into her trembling and clenching pussy. I could feel her body trembling in my hands as I continued to spasm and add to the copious load I had deposited into her. She lay down on me, her head resting gently on my shoulder as I lay below her, my cock still twitching as it softened. Her body no longer shook but her chest was still heaving as the remnants of her orgasm washed away and she worked to catch her breath. The bathroom door opened and the light flicked off. I looked over and saw her mother in the dim light walk from the bathroom completely nude and climb into the bed. She lay on her side, facing us, and pulled the covers up to her chest, her breasts still exposed as she tossed the covers over Jenna and myself. She lay her head on the pillow and closed her eyes, her breathing soft and regular long before Jenna rolled off of me and snuggled tightly to me. My cell phone alarm pulled me from a deep sleep with its incessant pinging sound. I reached for the table and quickly turned it off before dropping the phone back on the table. I took a deep breath as my mind realized that there was a soft warm body pressed against me. I rolled away and climbed gently from the bed as my mind recalled all the events of the previous evening. Padding though the dark I made my way to the bathroom and closed the door before turning the light on, the brightness temporarily blinding me. I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and then switched it to the shower head before stepping under the spray of warm water. I stood, eyes closed, leaning against the wall, letting the hot water cascade over me, wondering just how much trouble I would be in if my wife ever got wind of this. It was a good thing she was out of town as well, but still no excuse of what I had done last night. "Mind if I join you?" I heard Anna ask quietly, startling me. I looked over to see her face peeking around the side of the shower curtain, looking at me hopefully. I opened my mouth to respond, wanting to say no, but failing to get any words out before she pushed the curtain back and stepped in with me. Her tits were slightly larger than her daughter's, each drooping somewhat with age, making her large pink nipples turn up slightly as they protruded from the center of two large round pink areola. She had what I could describe as a curvaceous body, like her daughter, full round butt and hips, modestly thin waist and sexy chest. Her legs were stout but not fat and most of her body looked well toned. "Lots of Yoga!" she said almost bashfully. "Ah." I answered, as I looked her up and down again, my eyes settling on the light brown curls her hands were half hiding. "Um, I don't know if it's too forward... but I was wondering. Would you like to...I mean would you mind if... Oh hell!" she said with a frown. "You wanna shower with me?" I asked. "Yeah, sorta." I sighed. "What the hell, why not?" I said, her face instantly brightening. I held my hands out to her, which she took, allowing me to draw her toward me, the two of us turning around each other to manoeuvre her under the water. I let go of her hands and reached for the soap, rubbing it between my hands to build a lather and then reached out to her big breasts, cupping each one and rubbing my lathered hands around each one. "Mmmmm that feels nice. Been a long time since a man, any man, had his hands there." "So you're divorced then?" I asked as her own hands reached out and found my hard cock. "Uh huh. You?" "No, in fact, I'm rather sure my wife would be quite upset if she saw me right now." "Not to mention last night?" "Yeah, not to mention last night." I agreed. "I'm kind of surprised. If she reads what you write she has to spend a lot of time turned on." "Yeah, well, she doesn't." "Spend time turned on? I don't see how?" she said as my hands worked lower, spurred on partly by her soft stroking of my cock. "She doesn't read them. Doesn't know I write them either." I admitted after a few seconds. "Too bad for her. You're really good at it." "I like to think so." "Oh trust me. You are. That story last night. It was sexy, it was romantic, it was...well...god it was hot. And in the end that sweet caring man was able to share what he had with that nice woman next door. It was a perfect ending." "Glad you think so." "I was kind of wondering." "What about?" "I know it wouldn't be a perfect ending, but it would sure be a nice way to start the day." "You wanna have sex in the shower?" "Uh huh." She said softly. "I watched you two last night and I spent half the night dreaming about your dick sliding in and out of me." "Yeah, I had some pretty hot dreams about having sex with a mom and daughter too." "Oh? Like what?" "Oh nothing special." "Come on. Tell me." She coaxed as my fingers slipped between her legs and began stroking her soft wet pussy lips. "Just two of you on top of me." "At the same time? How does that work?" "One of you on my cock and the other on my face." "Ohhhhh I see. Do you like doing that? Tasting a woman down there I mean." "Actually, yeah, I do." "Do you wanna taste me? My ex tried a few times but really wasn't into it all that much. I mean, that's not gross or something to ask that, is it?" "No, it's not gross." I said as I pulled my hand from between her legs and reached for her hands. "Come here." I said, turning her around in the shower and gently pushing her back until her back was against the far wall. I knelt down and coaxed her to lift her leg until I could hook her foot on the soap dish, effectively spreading her legs wide. I looked up at her nervous face as I leaned in and gave her pussy a long wet lick, letting my tongue spread her protruding lips slightly. At the end of the lick I went back for a second, pressing my tongue deeper into her, spreading her lips farther apart and tasting more of her tangy juices. "Ohhhh god that feels nice." She cooed softly as I stroked again and again, pushing my tongue into her until the tip of my tongue found her tunnel entrance on the start of the lick and her hard clit on the other. "Glad you're enjoying it." I said as I pulled my face from between her legs and reached up with one finger and stroked her pussy. "Now try this." I said as I pushed my finger into her, driving it slowly up into her tunnel as I moved my face back to concentrate on her clit. "Oh my god." She moaned loudly as I pushed my finger in and out of her wet pussy, my tongue circling and flicking her clit. "Ohhhhh my god that feels good." She moaned again. "Mother?" I heard Jenna ask as the curtain was pulled back, exposing the two of us. "Ohhhhh. Sorry." She said as she stood there and stared at us. "Oh sweetie. Oh god it feels so good." Anna moaned. "I didn't know it could feel so good!" "Oh yeah. A good man can drive you crazy." "Oh he's doing that. I want to feel his dick in me so badly right now." "So why not?" Jenna asked. "Oh it wouldn't be right." "Less right than this?" Jenna asked, reaching for the water and turning it off. "Come on Michael. Let's get more comfortable." "Oh Jenna, no!" Anna said as I pulled my finger from her pussy and stood up. "Come on mother. We still have some time before we have to leave for the airport." Jenna said, reaching for her mother's hand and pulling her from the shower gently. She led her to the bed, with me following close behind, and bent her over the edge of the bed. "Okay Michael. Do it!" "You sure?" I asked, not wanting to be accused of doing anything against her will. "Yes." Jenna said as she crawled onto the bed. "Okay." I answered, rubbing my head up and down between her wet pussy lips before pressing it between them. I pushed in a few inches and then stopped, pulling back and pushing back in again, a little deeper the second time. I did this several times, working my cock into her farther as the lubrication spread up my shaft. I held her hips like a handle as I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy, my thighs slapping her ass loudly with each stroke into her velvety soft pussy. "ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod" she moaned over and over as I drove in and out of her, my head teasing her walls and banging into the end of her tunnel with each stroke. It wasn't long before her moans changed to gasps and her pussy walls practically vibrated around me as her legs and body trembled, her body dissolving into one long sustained orgasm. "Oh shit Jennnnnnaaaaaa!" Anna cried as she looked up at her daughter. "Ohhhhhh fuck yesssss!" Jenna smiled at her mom and then looked up at me. "I hope you're saving some of that for me." "I think I got a little left yet." I answered as Anna reached behind herself and pushed me back, her over stimulated pussy no longer able to handle my fat shaft. "Good. Get it up here." She said, as she slid back on the bed to make room for me. "Why not." I answered as I stepped around Anna, who sagged to the floor next to the bed. I crawled up and moved my face in front of Jenna, pressing my lips to hers. She reached up with her hands to hold my face and sucked my lip into her mouth, sucking it and then opening her mouth and flicking her tongue across my lips. I opened my mouth and she quickly pressed her tongue into it, teasing my tongue sensuously. "You know, you kinda taste like pussy." She whispered. "Uh huh. Your mom's." I answered with a grin. "I have to admit. I've never done a mom and a daughter. This is kinda fun." "Oh yeah? Well, why don't you let me have some fun then." She said, pushing on my shoulder and rolling me over on the bed. She quickly rolled herself over and climbed across me, straddling my hips, her wet pussy pressing against my cock. "Ohhhh yeah, this is much better," she cooed as she reached her hands down to my shoulders and began to slide herself back and forth across my cock, my cock splitting her wet lips as they stroked along my shaft. "Ohhhh you are so hard. I can't believe I'm about to fuck a man that just fucked my own mother." "I can't believe that I'm doing a mother and daughter." I answered. "Not at the same time." I heard Anna say. "Didn't you say you were fantasizing about one of us on your face and the other on your dick? Well, I can make that come true...if you want." "Oh I'm more than sure he wants." Jenna said with a giggle. "Just let me get this inside first." She said as she reached down and pulled my cock up against her with her fingers and pressed me deep between her lips. She continued to push me up until she could push pack and drive herself over my cock, my shaft penetrating deep into her. "Ohhhh god yes." She moaned as she began to slowly ride up and down my cock. I barely had time to really start enjoying what Jenna was doing before Anna crawled up on the bed and carefully swung her leg over my head, my face looking up at her pussy only inches above me. "Now what will you do with this?" Anna asked softly. In response I reached up to her and circled my arms around her thighs and pulled her lower, bringing her pussy lips to my lips. I sucked her clit and squeezed it gently with my lips, causing her to squeal in surprise. "Ohhhh shit!" Anna squealed as I let go of her clit and pushed my tongue into the entrance to her tunnel. I licked along her wet lips and flicked across her clit, the sensations of Jenna riding me driving me up the slope toward climax. I pulled my legs up as far as I could and started stroking up into Jenna as she bounced herself up and down my shaft. "OH SHIT YES!" I groaned into Anna's pussy as I continued to lick and flick her clit, her own hips trying to grind against my face. Up and down Jenna bounced on me, my strokes meeting hers, our bodies slapping together loudly and her moans growing to cries of pleasure with each passing moment. "Oh fuck yes!" Jenna squealed as I felt her pussy start to spasm around my stoking cock. She continued to bounce up and down on me, crying over and over "oh my god, oh fuck yes" as her orgasm washed over her. "Ohhhhhh fuck." I groaned into Anna again as Jenna's orgasm squeezed and massaged my cock. I felt my own climax approaching, the familiar tingle building deep in my groin and spreading quickly. I could tell that I was moments from unloading into Jenna when Anna cried out herself. "GOD I'm COOOOMMMMMMMING!" Anna squealed over me, her pussy leaking copious amounts of her juices over my face, running down my neck as her legs and body trembled and shook. "Oh fuck." I grunted as my body spasmed, jamming my cock deep up into Jenna and unleashing a huge gush of cum. Over and over my body jerked, pumping more cum into Jenna's pulsating pussy while Anna shook and trembled over me, her juices making it almost hard to breath as she ground her pussy against my mouth. I moved Anna off my face so I could breath, releasing her thighs as she rolled over and lay back next to me. She reached for one of my hands and pulled it up to her big soft tit, pressing it to her silky smooth skin and rock hard nipple. "Oh my god Michael. That was...well, let's just say I've never done anything like that before." "Neither have I," I admitted to both of them, Jenna still sitting astride my hips, her hands stroking up and down and around my chest as she gently wiggled her hips around, working my softening cock around inside her still trembling pussy. "You know, we better get cleaned up or we might miss the flight. "Yeah. You think the shower is big enough for all three of us?" "What, you wanna make a Michael sandwich?" I asked with a chuckle. "Uh huh." Anna said. "A very tasty sandwich." "Come on," Jenna said softly, climbing off my cock. "I'm not all that sure my pussy can take another round anyway." "I know mine can't" Anna said with a giggle. "I haven't been this well fucked, in well, I don't know how long." "I think I'm pretty done myself." I agreed as Anna crawled over me, her tits hanging down in my face as she moved toward the edge of the bed. She reached out for my hand when she was standing and helped me up, not that I needed the help. As I slid off the bed she stepped against me, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling my body against hers. "You know, I'm not used to making love to a strange man, but I'm glad I made the exception. Now I'm just disappointed that we don't have time to do some more snuggling." "Yeah, I have to admit, you feel pretty good against me." I answered her. "Come on you two." Jenna called from the bathroom. "Water's nice and hot." Canceled Flights "Come on." I said, giving her a squeeze. "In a sec." She whispered, lifting herself on her toes to make her lips reach mine. She pressed her lips softly to mine, giving me a long slow sensuous kiss. "Thank you. Both for gallantly offering to share your room and also for sharing yourself with us." "Well, thank you for sharing. It wasn't what I expected, but it was most definitely pleasant." I answered her. She smiled at me and released me, taking me by the hand and leading me to the bathroom and into the shower. It only took about ten minutes to wash each other, our hands rubbing all over each other, leaving me surprisingly hard again by the time we were done. We dressed in the clothes we wore the previous day, ate a quick breakfast at the hotel restaurant before taking the shuttle to the airport. It was another three hours before we were all sitting on plane next to each other again. "You know, with the storm we completely forgot to call the Hyatt in Boston to make sure they held our rooms." Jenna said quietly. "I'd hate to think we'd be without rooms again." "The Hyatt? Seriously?" I asked as the plane bumped and started moving backwards. "Yeah, why?" I chuckled. "What do you suppose the chances are that we'd be in the same hotel again?" "I'd say one in about a couple dozen. There can't be that many hotels in Boston." Anna said with a smile. "Maybe we can get adjoining rooms?" "Maybe." I answered, looking out the window at snow and wondering just how much trouble I'd eventually be in. The end...for now.