What a terrible night, the snow wasn’t letting up and it became difficult to see out of the windscreen.
“There’s a signpost,” she pointed.
I strained my eyes to look; it was partially obscured by the snow.
“Windy Ridge Hotel, 2 miles.” I said.
“That’s it,” she shouted.
It was difficult to keep the car on the road, but we crawled toward that place in the distance. She wrapped her coat tighter around her body, knowing that she wasn’t exactly dressed for this kind of weather. The tight black skirt barely covered her thighs, and the bare flesh above her stockings showed white in the glare of the passing street lamps.
A simple white blouse hid those ample breasts of hers, and I knew that her nipples would be erect and standing proud from the cold, even though the heater was on full blast, it still felt chilly in the car.
I glanced at her body, and a stir went through my loins. I turned my head back to the road ahead, still feeling the heat in my groin.
It was a while before we saw the building up ahead, and a single light burned outside. It looked cold and uninviting and we weren’t sure if this was the right place.
No cars were in the car park as we drew up outside, I opened the door and told her to stay where she was.
I slipped on the newly laid snow, but kept my balance and made it to the front door.
It opened as I turned the handle, and was greeted by the warmth of a huge fire burning in the grate just off to my left.
“Hello?” I shouted.
Nothing.
I turned and beckoned to her, and she opened the car door and I saw the first of her long legs appear, she was hot.
She reached me and grabbed my arm,
“Stay here; I’ll go fetch the bags.” I said, and gingerly made my way back to the car boot and extracted the luggage. I locked the car and made my way back to the entrance.
The reception desk was deserted, but the hotel guest book lay open on the counter. Our names had been pencilled in for room 3 on the ground floor.
I reached behind and extracted the key from the hook behind the desk and took her by the arm and led her past the roaring fire to a room opposite.
“Number 3,” I said.
I put the key into the lock and found it was already open; I raised an eyebrow and pushed open the door.
Another fire was ablaze in the grate, giving the room a warm and cosy feeling.
She took her coat off, revealing her white blouse and black pencil skirt, her nipples and full breasts looked huge under that thin cotton blouse. Her slender waist accentuated her breasts and rounded hips, and her legs were long and slender, encased in the black stockings.
Dropping the bags, I moved toward her, one hand around her waist and the other on her bum. Pulling her toward me, I kissed her full on the mouth and her tongue explored me. Picking her up we moved to the big double bed and I laid her gently on her back, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths.
She started to tear at my clothes.
“I want you baby.” She whispered.
My hand moved up her thigh, feeling the soft flesh above her stockings to her womanhood, it was wet to my touch. Her soft shaved pussy gave way to my probing fingers as I inserted two inside her. I felt for her sweet spot and gently massaged it. I felt her breath quicken and become shallow as her thighs clamped around my hand. Her hand reached down to my trousers and she fumbled with the zip. Pulling it down she reached inside and her hand grasped my manhood, exposing the now glistening head. Her hand barely reached around the hard thick cock as she caressed it. I removed my hand and we undressed each other rapidly. The fire was hot on my back as we rolled off the bed onto the thick pile carpet, she grasped me and pulled me toward her as she lay on her back and lifted her knees up. Wanting me, begging me.
The head of my penis touched her pussy lips and she raised her hips to accept me. Had she forgotten how big I was? It had to be gentle, or I would hurt her.
She pulled me on top of her and my cock penetrated her, she cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure as it slid deep within her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, wanting all of me, her nails digging into my back and drawing blood. I pushed it in deeper before slowly withdrawing until the head was almost out, then easing it back in to her warm and sopping pussy, we moved together, our bodies synchronised, my pelvic bone grinding into her swollen button.
Long slow strokes continued for a while, she knew she was coming; a sob left her lips as her orgasm exploded for the first time. I continued my relentless thrusting as she orgasmed for a second time, crying out this time, urging me to finish deep inside of her.
I felt the beginning of my orgasm, it started as a small fire, deep in my loins, gradually building as my seed made its way up my thick shaft, to erupt deep inside of her, filling her. She clawed at my back, digging her nails in deeper, pulling me in and squeezing her muscles and milking me.
Then she pushed me away, rolling me onto my back and laying on top of me, she looked into my eyes and smiled. Kissing my neck, she worked her mouth down my body, running her tongue down my chest to the pit of my stomach. She didn’t stop; her lips found my penis and kissed him before taking him in her mouth. He stirred again, growing with the tender kisses and licks of her tongue. Her mouth moved down the shaft, trying to take all of him in her mouth, the head hit the back of her throat and she stopped, before withdrawing her mouth back up the shaft, she squeezed my balls before taking me deeper into her mouth, tasting the saltiness of him.