3 comments/ 40066 views/ 2 favorites The Snow Storm By: DivineL The invitation read bring a friend, with less then a week away I was still debating who I should ask. What about Viv? Neither of us has ever been to a sex toy party before. It would be a night out, which we haven’t done in along time. Our busy schedules often kept us apart. I decided to give her a call, “Hello” she replied… in her sexy voice. Yeah baby! We always joked around when talking to one another. My friend Michelle is having a sex toy party, would you like to go with me? “Sure” she replied… I just want to run it by my husband, to make sure he doesn’t have anything planned for us. I had agreed to pick Viv up at 6:00pm, the party was an hour away, and reports of a Winter Storm Watch were all over the radio. Should we still attempt the hour drive? The weather doesn’t look to promising, “I just heard the local news “ Viv replied. Oh what the hell it’s not snowing now, we both laughed and drove away. We arrived at the party; cars were packed in the driveway, this was sure to be a fun night, There were women sprawled out all over the living room, Viv and I picked a seat together on the love seat, we had these bad ass smiles on our face, “ let’s get this party started we screamed” Everyone laughed. The toy demonstrator passed things around that I had never seen before, well only in those porn movies. There were all sorts of things, like lotions, hot rubbing oils, dildos, and the demonstrator even bought out this big strap on, it was huge” Wow Viv whispered in my ear; that’s bigger then my husband’s dick. We both laughed out loud. The party was winding down, it was now time for every one to go into a private room one at a time, and pick what they wanted to buy. The toys were spread all over Michelle’s bed; I decided to get a few things, should I get a joke gift for Viv? We have been friends for years and share the same birthday, sure why not… The snow had begun to fall; Michelle offered for us to spend the night, since we had a long drive home. “Thanks anyway” I replied, I’ll drive slowly; I gave Michelle a hug and said I’ll call you when I get home. Viv and I drove off. The roads were getting bad; the snow was coming down very heavy. Viv leaned over to put the radio on. Accidents were being reported, and several roads had been closed. I had been driving for about twenty minutes; and hadn’t got too far. The visibility was so bad; I couldn’t see five feet in front of me.Viv, do you mind if we stop at this rest area for awhile? I can hardly see. “ That’s fine with me Viv replied.. We should call our husband’s so there not worried. I reached inside my pocketbook to retrieve my phone; due to the storm I had no reception. We were stranded. “ So what did you buy tonight? I asked Viv “ Not much she replied. What did you get? With a big smile on my face I said; your birthday present. And giggled… my birthday present? Let me see it. I reached into the back seat; and grabbed the big brown paper bag. Ok now close your eyes and hold out your hands. “ What You heard me; and no peeking. She held out her hands; I then placed the strap on in her hands. Alright open your eyes.Viv opened her eyes and looked at what she was holding. “ The big dick she replied, then shouted “Yeah baby! Viv moved closer to me; “Thank you she replied, and gave me a kiss on the lips. We have never kissed like that before; but it felt nice and I wanted to do it again.” Your welcome; I kissed her back with a little bit of my tongue. What would she do I thought, Was I pushing to far? Viv began sucking my tongue into her mouth, did it feel good! I could not believe my best friend could make my pussy so wet. We looked at one another, Viv replied “ No one needs to know; it’s our secret. We began to unbutton each others blouses; I reached behind her and undid her bra. Viv’s tits were very big; and her nipples were rock hard. With my tongue I circled both nipples very slowly; this was really getting her aroused. Her fingers were running through my hair. “ I want a turn she replied; and pulled my tits out of my bra , and started my nipples; it felt wonderful. “ What about my birthday present? Viv asked; as she unzipped her pants. “ Don’t you what to fuck me? Within minutes I had my pants off and the strap on on. It was huge; even bigger then my husband’s dick I told her. Viv started kissing me again; this time her tongue was down my throat. I knew she wanted me badly. “Let me suck your dick; she said. Then bent in front of me started giving me a blow job. For the first time someone was giving me a blow job; my hands were holding her head close to me. Viv looked up at me and said; I want my present now. She bent over the front seat; I got behind her and started fucking her; she was moaning so loud I knew she was enjoying it. I began playing with my clit ; it was so big and wet , that I couldn’t stop touching it. “ Do you like it? I asked her… “Yes; she replied. Do it faster. I began screwing her so fast; I could feel her cumming on my fingers, which made my fingers move even faster. I to began to cum.With a sigh of relief; we climbed into the back; grabbed the blanket that was neatly folded on the seat, and snuggled until the snow had stopped. The Snow Storm "Jeffery, I need a driver and you're elected." My reaction was to look around the office to see if there was another Jeffery. In the three months I'd worked for Stall, Mark, and Company, this was only the second time Ms Hobart had spoken to me. The first time was when she welcomed me to the company. At that meeting, I got the distinct impression that my employment was conditional. "We don't usually hire people with limited language skills," she had said. It must have been my willingness to work rotating shifts and agree to after hours training that caused the company to take a chance with me. It certainly wasn't my mechanical aptitude or my technical skills. After looking for work for over a year, I was happy to accept the job. Why was she talking to me now? When did she learn my first name? "You do drive, don't you, Jeffery?" "Yes, Ma'am." "We're going to a Christmas party at Mr. Stall's home," she said, on the way to the garage. She ignored my protest that I had not been invited to the party. She pointed out her SUV to me and handed me the keys. I'd barely wheeled the big car onto the street when I noted that snow flakes were melting the second they hit the windshield. Other than Ms Hobart giving me directions, we didn't talk. She was a memo oriented manager. During my short tenure in the company, I'd heard that she was single, seldom dated, and possessed limited language skills. Through her memos, I'd learned that she got right to the point with minimal words, and through observation, I saw that she had a trim figure and other attractive assets. Her memos appeared on our call screen, reminding us of our work and training schedules, advising us of procedural changes, and announcing new products that we'd be writing sales orders or providing technical information for. The wording was always direct, and provided little insight into the person who signed her memos 'Jane'. I'd also learned that there was no Mark, and Mr. Stall was revered by his employees as a genius. While many companies had moved their telephone support offshore in an effort to reduce costs, Mr. Stall had offered worldwide sales and customer support from within the USA. What made Mr. Stall's idea unique, was our ability to route calls to a person with the language and technical skills to solve customers' problems without endless delays. Even during the busy hours of the day, when incoming calls reach their peak, callers are connected to a friendly voice, speaking their native language, and are able to place an order or receive clear and concise instructions as to how to solve their problem. All the rating companies give us high marks, and this helps to attract new business from around the world. I'd never met Mr. Stall, but from what my fellow employees said, he was a down to earth, firm believer in the methods that have been proven to work. Some say the company's success is due to Mr. Stall's philosophy to hire multilingual people. Every time I walk into the break room, I hear employees speaking English, which is one of Mr. Stall's requirements when we are not on the phones. They boast to others about the languages they're fluent in, such as Swahili, Chinese, or Portuguese. Based on the styles of dress, and the food they eat, Stall, Mark, and Company is truly an international company. Others say it is our mandatory training, held either before or after our shift. We don't need to know the product inside out, but before we're allowed to take calls from customers, we must know how to find the answer to every conceivable question. Some say our success is due to the routing system that steers the caller to a person who speaks their language without a call screener asking them nonsensical questions. Everyone agrees that Ms Hobart's memos play an important part in the company's success. Her scheduling ability is uncanny. We operate twenty-four hours per day, seven days per week, and take calls from around the world. Ms Hobart never fails to have the phones staffed with the correct language and technical skills to keep the waiting time short. I turned the windshield wipers to full speed when we entered the highway, and kept the defroster blasting hot air until we turned off fifteen minutes later. Mr. Stall's home was in a quiet suburb. A valet took charge of the car, and we went inside. Ms Hobart introduced me to Mr. and Mrs. Stall, jokingly saying that she'd commandeered me to serve as her designated driver. Mr. Stall shook my hand, and his wife welcomed me to their home. I doubt if they knew I was employed by the company. I lost Ms Hobart in a sea of turbans and brightly colored robes, and spent the next fifteen minutes looking for someone I knew. Company policy prevailed in Mr. Stall's home. Everyone was speaking some form of English. I heard British English, down under English, and American English. My attention was drawn to a guy that often worked the same shift as me. He was telling the same stories I'd heard him tell in the break room to anyone who would listen. "I take this call at two o'clock in the morning and know immediately that the guy is putting me on. He says he's calling from India, and he wants to return a set of our titanium knives. I play along with him, give him the sales pitch, and tell him these knives are made from the best titanium available." The storyteller paused to empty his glass, and pick up a full one. "You've heard this before, haven't you?" I turned to see a pretty face, thin eyebrows, full lips, and dark hair. I nodded to indicate that she was correct, and watched her lips part in a grin. "My husband thinks he's funny." The storyteller continued. "He's doing a fair job of imitating an Indian, but his southern accent betrays him. I asked him why he wants to return the knives, and he tells me they melted. I tell him that titanium doesn't melt, and he differs with me. 'Talk to the little lady. She's my eyewitness,' he says." I'd heard his story before, but his wife's ass was touching mine, and I didn't want to move until she did. "Betty Jo came on the line, and she confirmed what her husband had said about the knives. 'Bubba got mixed up and put them in the toaster,' she said. I knew then, that this was a bogus call, but Betty Jo has a sexy southern voice, and she wanted to talk. She told me that Bubba does crazy things sometimes. I asked her where she was calling from, and she said they're in Baton Rouge. I told her that I couldn't talk any longer or I would get fired. She's called me three times since then..." "Let's get something to eat," the storyteller's wife said, and I was happy to follow her to the next room where a long table was overflowing with delicacies from around the world. We filled our plates and she suggested that we sit at a small table. While we were eating, I found out that her husband's name is Howard, her name is Connie, short for Constance, and that they've been married four years. It may have been that we were among people we didn't know, but she seemed to want to talk, about Howard and his penchant to make up stories that he thought were funny, and about her aspirations for the future. She asked me questions, too. We continued to sit at the table until others wanted a place to sit down. "It's been nice talking to you, Jeff," she said. I couldn't help thinking that Howard was a lucky man as I watched her walk away. I roamed the two rooms, nodding to people that I recognized, smiling to strangers, and kept moving, stopping briefly when I heard Howard's booming voice. I didn't linger, but it was apparent to me that he was emptying his glass as soon as a full one was placed in front of him. As the crowd began to thin out, I looked for Ms Hobart. She was engaged in a conversation with a Scotsman, but broke away when we heard someone exclaim that the snow was accumulating at the front door. We said goodnight to the Stalls, got our coats, and stepped outside to find a blizzard in progress. It seemed to take forever for the valet to bring the car around. Ms Hobart said that if she'd known it was going to snow, she would have worn boots, not heels. Just before the SUV arrived, I saw Howard and Connie get into a small hatchback. Driving was tricky, but at least Ms Hobart was talking, even if it was only to complain about her feet being cold. We were following the small hatchback, and when it skidded off the road, Ms Hobart directed me to stop. I pulled up behind the hatchback, thinking that I could push it back on the road. Howard was out of the car, waving his arms, and cursing in the same booming voice I'd heard when he was telling his stories. Ms Hobart took charge. She got out of the car, checked to see that the bumpers lined up, and told Howard to get back in his car. She waved for me to proceed, but stopped me when she saw that Howard was not turning the wheel to get back on the road. She knocked on his window, and ordered him out of his car. "He's drunk, you'll have to drive his car," she said, motioning for me to vacate the SUV's driver's seat so she could get behind the wheel. Howard protested my taking over his duty, but he stepped aside when Ms Hobart lowered her window and told him to 'Get in the fucking car.' Connie was beside herself, ruing the day she'd met Howard. "He's such a blowhard. Why did I fall for his line? He thinks he's funny, but he's a clown," she said, while watching her husband get in the SUV. "Turn around and strap yourself in. This is serious business," I said. She looked my way before following my order. I explained that waiting for a break in the traffic so I could pull onto the road was making me nervous. "What are they doing back there?" I asked. Connie pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. "Howard, Jeff wants to know what's holding things up." After a brief pause, "Jeff is the young man who is sober enough to drive our car. Well, I just might do that. Go fuck yourself, too!" she said, and then, in a calm voice, "She's going to push us now." We felt a bump, and I guided the car onto the road. We were moving slowly, but steadily when Connie's cell phone rang. She answered it, and reported that Ms Hobart had said to keep the line open. I found my way to the highway, and was able to speed up a bit. We relaxed and spoke in monotones, always aware that the couple in the SUV could hear us. Once we hit the city, there was less traffic, but the accumulation of snow made driving tricky. I saw a green light turn to yellow, but didn't try to stop because I'd seen other cars go into skids when they applied their brakes. "We've lost them," Connie said, rather calmly, I thought. I checked the rear view mirror and saw that she was right. A few minutes later she announced that her cell phone signal had cut out. "Try to get them again. I need to know where she's going," I said, and watched as Connie dialed her husband's number. "What an idiot. It's busy," she said. "Keep going. The apartment is about a mile away." I continued to look in the rear view mirror, but didn't see the SUV. We were creeping along and it took what seemed like an hour to travel the short distance. Connie kept trying to reconnect with Howard's cell phone, without luck. "This is the building. Park here," she said, and I pulled into the spot she'd pointed out. We sat in the car, waiting for the SUV to appear. Connie tried dialing the number once more before giving up. "We'll wait for them upstairs," she finally said. "You go, I'll take the underground or catch a cab," I said. "Come upstairs and keep me company. They'll get here eventually, and you can get a ride with Ms Hobart." Her apartment building was much nicer than mine. A doorman opened the door for us, spoke to Connie, and gave me the once over. The phone was ringing when she opened her apartment door. I looked around while she spoke to the caller. Their place was three times the size of my studio. In addition to the bedroom, there was a small kitchen, living space, and a bathroom. I couldn't help but eavesdrop on her conversation. "Why won't she bring you home? She has all-wheel drive. He's here, but we're not coming after you. It's too dangerous. Your little gas-saver slips all over the road. He's going to take public transportation and I would advise you to do the same. It's not? Harold, if you hadn't drank so much, none of this would have happened. Do whatever you want, I don't care. I may do the same." She hung up the phone and turned to me. "She drove directly to her apartment and refuses to leave until the streets are cleared. He wanted us to come and pick him up, but I told him...you heard what I said. Public transportation is not running, so I suppose you'll have to stay here." I looked at her and weighed my options. How far away was my apartment? I was cold and wet. Her offer sounded pretty good. She flashed a smile that was easy to misinterpret. "I'll get a blanket and make a place for you on the couch," she said, dashing the wild thoughts that I was fighting to put out of my mind. She also brought me a pair of Harold's slippers, and told me to dry off in the bathroom while she prepared the place for me to sleep. The phone rang again while I was in the bathroom, and when I came out, Connie reported that Howard had called to say that Ms Hobart had offered for him to sleep on her couch. Connie disappeared into the bathroom. I stripped down to my shorts, and got under the blanket. She came out of the bathroom, turned off the light, and closed her bedroom door behind her. It wasn't late, but the drive had made me too tense to sleep. I thought about being ordered to drive Ms Hobart to the party, the people that were in attendance, the array of exotic foods on the table, anything to keep from thinking about Connie's full lips, the way her ass rubbed mine as we listened to her husband talk about toasted titanium, and the way she'd smiled, suggestively. "Are you asleep?" I couldn't see her, but from the sound of her voice, she had taken a seat near my feet. "Its too early," I answered. "You're not married, are you?" "No." "Don't." "Thanks, I won't. You sound disillusioned." She laughed. "It's cold out here. Do you mind?" she asked, not waiting for my answer as she slipped under the cover. She had her back to me, but she was occupying half the surface of the couch, which was putting me in a compromising position. She was wearing a nightgown, and smelled fresh, like a new spring day. It was several minutes before she spoke. "Thank you for making sure I got home safely," she said, beginning to sound sleepy. What if she goes to sleep and falls off the couch? I held my breath as I put my arm around her, and breathed a sigh of relief when she covered my hand with hers. "Thanks for letting me sleep on your couch," I said, trying desperately to control my cock. "Thank you for letting me crawl under the covers with you." "Thank you for letting me put my arm around you." She moved my hand to her left breast. I couldn't believe what was happening. I massaged her breast, and when I heard her sigh, I moved my hand to the other one. Connie permitted me to rub and squeeze her breasts, and although I hadn't forgotten that she was a married woman, my cock had a mind of its own. She turned her head, and we found each other's lips in the dark. She continued to turn as our tongues became entangled. We were way beyond reason. I couldn't have stopped if someone had stuck a hot poker up my ass. I placed my hand on her thigh, and felt bare skin. Realizing the nightgown had ridden up, I moved my hand upward, and smelled a pungent aroma. Her legs were already open, and she was moaning into my mouth, inviting me to explore her most private place. The next thing I knew, my shorts were around my ankles, and my cock was being guided into her opening. Any thoughts I may have had of stopping went out the window when Connie bent her legs at the knees for leverage, and met my thrusts. Her pussy was like silk, but her mood was savage. The low growl in the back of her throat reminded me of a lioness devouring the first kill she'd made in a month. I was vaguely aware that the couch springs were squeaking, and the covers were falling to the floor, but I was beyond caring. From the way Connie had her ankles locked around my thighs, and the way she was pulling me to her, she wouldn't have stopped if the building had collapsed around us. I couldn't warn her that I was getting close, because I didn't dare break our lip lock. She must have felt the first release, but she continued to pull me to her. It wasn't until I stopped thrusting that she released my thighs and my lips. It took minutes for us to catch our breath. She groaned her complaint when my flaccid cock fell out of its confinement. I lay there, trying to collect my thoughts, as Connie disappeared into the bathroom. My shorts were around my ankles, my cock had fallen in defeat, and I was sure I tasted blood on my lips. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. If tomorrow was to be my last day on earth, I would die a happy man. Connie came out of the bathroom, and said, "It's all yours." I looked into the mirror and saw chest hair matted with sweat, my flaccid cock covered with dried fluids, and a blood stained smile that would take a winter storm to make disappear. I cleaned the sweat from my chest, and the sticky substance from my cock, but no matter what I did, the smile wouldn't go away. I was rearranging the covers on the couch when my attention was drawn to a light in the bedroom. Connie was standing next to the bed, nude. I got my first look at the total package. She was tall, with long, shapely legs, a trim waist, and breasts that stood proudly on her chest. "It will be more comfortable in here," she said, in a seductive voice that brought life back to my deflated cock. We got into her bed and cuddled. The light was still on and I enjoyed watching her lips move as we talked about meaningless things. Her remark, "That was fun," startled me. Fun? It had been the most fantastic thing that I'd ever experienced and all she could say was that it was fun. We kissed, and I didn't complain that she was hurting my lips. She cooed and giggled when I moved to her breasts, sucked on the nipples, and returned to her lips. I felt her hand grip my cock. "I think it's ready. Are you ready?" she asked. Was she kidding? She had my cock's consent. Didn't she know that I would do whatever it wanted? "Would it be all right if I'm on top this time?" she asked. My reply was to simply lie on my back and anticipate what was going to happen next. She swung one leg over my midsection, leaned forward to plant a kiss on my lips, and I felt her breasts dance on my chest. "It will be better this time," she said, as she slowly engulfed my cock. When she was fully impaled, she stopped to clarify her thought. "I didn't mean that it will be better because I'm on top. You were incredible. I only meant that it will be better because we're...I'm...we're less tense, comfortable with each other. We know what to expect now." "I agree," I said, hoping she would begin moving again. She didn't. "You see, I needed a quick orgasm. Now that I've worked that out of my system, I'm ready for a nice long fuck. Are you ready for a nice long fuck, Jeff?" "That sounds good to me," I said, pushing upward to give her a hint to get on with it. "We can take our time, make it last as long as you like." Our bodies were in contact from her breasts on my chest, to her tummy against mine to her tight pussy gripping my cock. I would have been content to let her take all night. It was my cock that demanded action. "Aren't you getting sleepy?" I asked. The Snow Storm "Nope," she said, still not moving. I moved my hips into the mattress and pushed upward, but she pretended not to notice. Was she playing with me? I used a kiss to distract her, while flipping her onto her back. She giggled when my cock became dislodged, but seconds later, when I found her entrance, she pushed back with the same enthusiasm that I was showing. "I love a man who takes charge. This is fun," she said, as I pushed hard with each thrust. It took much longer this time for me to deposit my semen into her waiting tunnel. She kissed me when I pulled out, and told me that it had been fun. I awoke to the smell of coffee being brewed. Connie greeted me with a smile and a new toothbrush. She was dressed in a sweater and jeans, looking fresher than I felt. After I finished in the bathroom, I found my clothes and accepted a kiss with a cup of coffee. We talked while I was sipping my coffee. I hadn't heard the snowplows, but I accepted her word that they had been working all night and the streets were clear. Would Harold be home soon? "Is that one of our titanium knives?" I asked. She finished cutting two pieces of toast before turning to me with the knife held high in the air. "It's one of my knives. My husband invented Bubba and Betty Jo to belittle my products because he's envious of my success," she said, placing the knife on the counter to show that I was in no danger of being attacked. "Your products; are they the hearing aid that only works when birds are chirping, and the clock that runs backwards during daylight saving time?" I asked, recalling two of Howard's other stories. She approached me with a wry grin on her lips. "My knives only contain a trace of titanium, but I assure you that they won't melt in a toaster. He's tried it. I have many satisfied users of my hearing aid, and my clocks keep perfect time." I put my arms around her, and was guiding her toward the bedroom, when we were interrupted by the telephone ringing. "Yes, he's still here," I heard her say. She hung up and returned to me, but before I could resume our kiss, she told me that Ms Hobart needed me to go to the office right away. Duty called and I needed the job too much to risk being late. I glanced at the couch, thinking that I should fold the blanket and remove the sheet and pillowcase when Connie said she would do it later. She sent me away with a kiss and a piece of toast. The same doorman was on duty as I went outside to hail a cab. I worked twenty-four hours straight because some partygoers had not made it back to the city, and others could not make it to work because they had been snowed in at home. I was looking forward to sleep for a long time, but even after a shave and a shower, I couldn't relax. I analyzed what had taken place: * Connie didn't have a good word to say about her husband. * She criticized and berated him, from the time I met her, until we parted. * She got under the covers with me, and didn't mention the need to take precautions. * She made sure I was single, but she didn't seem to mind cheating on her husband. * Did her comment about needing a quick orgasm mean that she hadn't had recent sex with Harold? * Even though she knew the streets had been cleared, she was willing to be caught in the act by her husband if we had not been stopped by a phone call. * Did she know the same doorman would be on duty when I left? Did she care if he saw me leave the building? I didn't have to report back to work for two days, and it was good thing, because I wasn't looking forward to seeing Howard. Thankfully, we didn't work the same shift for several days. The company was closed for the Christmas holiday, but we worked the same schedule the following day. Harold showed no indication that he recognized me, let alone knew that I'd taken his place behind the wheel after the party, and had taken his place in his bed. He was entertaining a group with a new Bubba and Betty Jo story. I sat down and listened to him relate how Bubba had slept with his boss. Bubba was saying that he'd put his face between her double Ds, and wiggled his head. Betty Jo's acceptance that her husband had cheated was surprising. I recalled Connie saying, "Do whatever you want, I don't care. I may do the same." Did their marriage condone permissiveness? She'd also said, "That was fun. I needed a quick orgasm." Did that mean that it had been some time since she and Harold had had sex? I was somewhat dubious that Harold had actually slept with Ms Hobart. For one thing, his assertion about the size of her breasts didn't ring true. I could almost see Ms Hobart's memo: "Get your face out of my breasts." We didn't work the same shift again until after the New Year, and I don't know how many employees heard Harold's latest story. I was pleased to walk into the break room and hear that Harold had revised the story until I learned that Betty Jo had slept with one of Bubba's co-workers. While I felt relief that he didn't name the co-worker, I was astounded at Bubba's acceptance that his wife had cheated. I wondered how Howard had found out. Over the next week, I heard the story twice more, and then one day, it was just Howard and me in the break room. He had fire in his eyes as he came after me. We turned a table over, splashed his coffee on the wall, and were tangled up in almost identical headlocks when a Greek and a Turk tried to separate us. Before he released me, Howard whispered, "The doorman told me about your bruised lip, and I saw your pecker tracks on the sheets. She even admitted that she fucked you. I've been trying to get out of that marriage for four years. Thanks for buying my ticket." The reason given for Howard being fired was that he'd attacked another employee, but since there were no witnesses as to how it began, it seemed strange that I got off with a warning. I think the real reason was his story about Bubba sleeping with his boss. It was not long before Ms Hobart's memos to me became more frequent. Not only did I note that she addressed me as 'Jeff', 'Jane' was followed by a smiley face. I waited two weeks before contacting Connie. I wanted to see if she was angry at me for my part in her husband losing his job. Okay, I wanted to find out if we could take up where we'd left off. I didn't have her telephone number, but I knew where she lived. I picked a time when I thought Howard would be looking for work to go to her building. The doorman recognized me, but wouldn't let me go upstairs until he checked with Connie. He wouldn't say if Harold was at home either. She answered the door but would not let me come inside. She opened the door as far as the security chain would permit and talked to me like I was trying to sell something she didn't have any use for. "I wanted to make sure that you are okay?" I said, in case Harold was at home and that was the reason she wouldn't let me come in. "I'm fine, thank you for checking. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a business to run." Had she forgotten about the night we'd had together. I whispered, "Connie is Harold here? If he is, tell me when to come back." She laughed. "Don't you get it, Jeff? We split, and it's largely due to you letting me use you. Thank you, but please go. As I was saying, I have two new lines to market." I was devastated to learn that I'd been used. "You said you needed a quick orgasm and that it was fun." Her laugh became sinister. "You're like Howard's little car. You're economical, but you skid easily. I prefer all wheel drive." That was enough for me. I left without finding out why she'd disregarded the possibility of becoming pregnant. It was obvious that she knew she wasn't taking a risk. It was about a week later, when I was turning my work station over to my replacement, that I didn't see Ms Hobart behind us until she spoke to me. "Jeff, I bought a package to learn French. Would you like to take it?" "Yes, Ma'am," I said, thinking that she was offering to lend me the software after she finished learning French. "You know where my car is parked. Give me five minutes to catch up with you," she said, handing me the keys to her SUV. "I have training," I said, hating myself for being truthful. What were the consequences for missing a training session? "Learning French is training," she said, convincing me not to argue with her. We studied French together three times per week, and 'Jane,' as I was to call her when we were in her apartment, would prepare dinner while we practiced learning the French words for asparagus, steak, bread, and potatoes. Jane was a different person away from the office. She confided some of her scheduling secrets to me. In addition to receiving bulletins from manufacturers about deficiencies in their product, she could predict a high call volume for a particular country based on astrological signs. She followed worldwide weather reports, and the phases of the moon. Her messages became more frequent, and full of innuendoes which kept me on edge, especially on days when I knew we'd be studying French together later. She laughed when I told her that it was a major disadvantage to me that I couldn't answer her memos. Our study sessions got longer, until it became inevitable that I should stay over rather going to my apartment at one-thirty on a Saturday morning. I'm happy to report that I was prepared for the occasion. I'll be the first to admit that I don't know very much about breast sizes, but I can say with certainty, that Bubba was mistaken. No way did his boss have double Ds. Jane is a different person when we are at home. Yes, I say at home, because I've given up my studio and moved in with her. At home, I'm in charge of the schedule, and Jane adheres to my memos, if you know what I mean. We're now taking service calls on one of Connie's new products. Jane sent a bulletin saying the factory thermostat setting is set too high. The joke around the office is that it melts titanium. When I qualify to take calls in French, Jane and I are going to study Spanish, and then German, and then... The Snow Storm I was leaving Cheyenne and it was snowing hard. I had seen you in the truck stop and when you left I saw the car you were driving. It was a cute little Mercedes and I thought how lucky you were, as I drive a broken down old pick-up. It had started to snow heavier as I pulled out onto the interstate and I had only gone a few miles when I saw your car in the ditch. I carefully pulled over so that I wouldn't get stuck and climbed out and asked if you were okay. "Yes, I'm fine, you replied, but the car won't start". I asked you to pop the hood and took a look under it. It seemed some wiring was burnt, and needed to go to a shop. You called AAA and told them where the car was and asked if they could tow it back to Cheyenne. You told them where to take it and that you would be back for it and then asked, "Are you heading to California. I told her I was and that she could ride along if she wanted to. You got some luggage out of the trunk and put it into my truck and we headed off. I asked you your name and you said it was Anne. I told you my name and we chatted for a while. You said you were married and going to California on business, and your husband couldn't go. You had a phone number for Mercedes Warranty and called them and they told you they would take care of the car and ship it back home for you. They would have another car waiting for you when you arrived in LA. You were sitting there in the pale light and the snow coming down harder. It was getting hard for me to see the highway, and I said as much to you. I had plenty of fuel, so didn't worry about running out, but asked if you would be nervous about spending the night with a stranger if we had to stop. I have been divorced for over ten years and since I don't really have a place to call home I have all the comforts of home in my truck. The only thing missing was a shower and I used the truck stops for that. You replied, "No, you seem like a gentleman." I said, "Thank you, I always try to be one." We chatted about your business for a while and then I told you how to turn the heater on in the bunk area and you could lie down if you wanted. I kept driving, but watched you in the windshield as you changed clothes, putting on a pair of sweat pants and a low cut blouse. You turned off the light in the bunk area and I continued to drive with the radio going softly. I had turned it on in the bunk area earlier so I had hoped you liked the soft music coming from it. I had been driving for about an hour when I felt your arms go around my neck and you nibbled on my ear. "I need you to fuck me" you whispered. I was so surprised by what you said I almost ran off the road. I said the closest rest area is 25 miles away, and you replied, "That's okay," and reached down to pull my cock out of my pants. (I sure was glad I had just taken a shower at the truck stop.) You got down on your knees and stroked my cock with your soft hands. As it started to get hard you took it in your mouth and started giving me the most incredible blow job I have ever had. The way you hummed and licked all over the head. You looked up and said "cum in my mouth, that way you can last longer when you fuck me." You proceeded back down to my cock and soon I felt your nose hit my stomach as you swallowed all of my manhood, it was too much for me to take and I started shooting my cum down your throat. I finally stopped cumming and you raised up and kissed me on the lips, giving me a little taste of myself. You smiled at me and let go of my cock and sat in the other seat, slowly taking off your blouse and letting me see your beautiful breasts. They had to be the most awesome pair I had ever seen, even on the girls in the fuck books; standing up with long nipples and no sag. I finally saw the sign for the rest area and slowed down to pull in. As there hadn't been much traffic on the road there were still a few open parking spaces. I managed to get parked and watched as the snow started coming down harder. I said "We may be here a couple of days if this keeps up," and you smiled and replied " I don't have to be in Los Angeles until next week." I fixed the privacy curtains around all the windows and followed you into the bunk area. Taking off the rest of your clothes, I kissed your lips again still tasting myself on them. I moved down to your firm breast and took one, then the other between my lips, sucking and nibbling on them. You managed to get my pants off and we lay down on the bunk. I kissed you again and started working my way down to your pussy, kissing and licking you all the way. Finding your dripping slit with my tongue, I flicked it across your hard clit, sucking and licking at your juices flowing from it. I worked a finger into your pussy and started working it in and out, moving to your arse and licking there for a second and then back to your clit. You begged me to stop and get up and fuck you. I moved up and kissed your lips and put my hard cock at your opening, pushing and entering your moist sheath. You asked me to stop for a minute as you had never had one as big as mine and wanted to get used to the size. I lay there feeling the walls of your pussy gripping me. I slowly started to move in and out of you, feeling your tightness holding me, pulling at my cock. I slowly picked up speed and bent down to you're your nipples, hearing you moan softly as I pounded into you. I stopped and rolled us over so that you were on top, letting you take control of our coupling. I reached up and massage your breast as you moved up and down on my manhood. Suddenly your hand lifted a nipple to your mouth and started sucking. My cock felt like it grew another inch watching you suck on your hard nipple. I reached down and massaged your clit with my finger and suddenly you screamed that you were cumming. Your body shook with your orgasm and you collapsed on top of me. Laying there, your breast heaving and my cock starting to cum inside you. I felt like I flooded you with a gallon of cum, and I lay there with you enjoying the moment. You looked up and kissed my lips, and said " I hope we are stuck her for a week." We lay in each other's arms and feel asleep, but you awoke me several hours later sucking on my cock. I looked down at you and you smiled and said, "This time I want it in my ass. I reached into my drawer by the bed and pulled out a condom and some lube and went back down on her pussy, licking and sucking her clit, finally moving to her ass and licking. She started moaning and I took some lube and squirted it into her ass. I then slipped the condom onto my cock and she rolled ever onto her stomach and raised up offering her ass to me. I slowly started pushing my cock into her asshole, stopping when it popped past her sphincter, letting her get used to the size of my cock. She started pushing back into me and I started going deeper into her. She moaned and then started shoving back harder on my cock. We were both sweating and grunting like two animals in heat. After about ten minutes I felt my cum starting to boil and she had already climaxed about four times and suddenly my cock started to shoot inside her. We collapsed on the bunk and she turned her head and kissed me, telling me that her husband would never take her in the ass and since this was her first time she loved it and wanted more of it. We finally feel asleep and when we woke a few hours later I looked out and it had stopped snowing and the sun was shining. I watched as a snow-plow went by and got dressed and let her sleep. I finally got out of the rest area and onto the interstate when Anne woke up and came out to join me. We drove for another hour when I saw a restaurant and we stopped and went in to eat. After breakfast we headed on to California, stopping a few more time to make love. We finally made it to California and I got her to the dealer to pick-up her car. We exchanged phone numbers and after a passionate kiss we said good-bye and I went to unload my trailer, as she went to her business appointments. I picked up my backhaul and headed east like I always did and kept my rather hectic schedule. I couldn't get Anne out of my mind, she was always lurking there at the back, but I didn't want to call her because of her husband. Then about a month later my cell phone rang and it was Anne, crying so hard at first I couldn't understand her. After getting her calmed down, she told me that her husband had died of a heart attack the night before, and that she was pregnant with my baby! What a shock! I asked her how she knew it was mine and she informed me that he husband had been fixed years ago. It was a blessing in disguise when he passed, but that didn't make it any easier on me! We agreed to meet when I got back to St. Louis where she lived and see what our plans would be. She had looked into my situation and as she had some money that her father had left her, and had used it to pay off the balance owing on my truck. I told her how much that meant to me, and we talked on for another hour. I told her I would be there on Wednesday, and we would talk more then. My mind was running a mile a minute trying to figure things out, when it struck me! I was going to be a father, something that my ex-wife had never wanted . When I arrived in St. Louis we met at a fancy restaurant, that I could never have afforded, and talked until they kicked us out. We went back to her home and talked some more. I found out that her husband was a very successful man worth millions and she had her consulting company. She had decided that she would sell hers and her husband's business, and retire. Since she was only 31 and I was 32, we would move to another part of the country, raise our child and enjoy life. I sold my trucking business and we moved to Dallas and after a respectable length of time got married and settled down with our beautiful twin daughters.