The Perfect Storm
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Dane
I stomp my snow-covered boots twice on the welcome mat of the Hilton Garden Inn, and stride up to the front desk, hopeful that I’ll be luckier at securing a room than I’d been at the last two places. Eyeing the throng of somber-looking people seated in the lobby, baggage at their feet, I did not have a good feeling. It had been a great hockey game, and the drive to Columbus had definitely been worth it, but the weather forecasters had actually got it right this time. This storm was proving to be a doozy, and the zero visibility on the highways had sent travelers scrambling to get a bed for the night.
“How many are ahead of me?” I ask an apologetic clerk, after being informed that this hotel too, was full. She adds that management is working to make some rooms available - ones that are usually set aside for day use. I don’t need to ask what she means by day use, but I begin to wonder at the reputability of this particular hotel. It seems upscale enough, and I offer to myself that perhaps not all day users are customers of prostitutes. Regardless, I am hopeful that I might be lucky enough to secure one of these reassigned rooms. I am getting desperate at this point.
“Four, sir. You are welcome to wait in the lobby here, and we should know more in about fifteen minutes.” She smiles and adds, ”There is another hotel about six miles down the highway, if you’d rather not wait.”
I ponder my options, considering the near whiteout conditions out the lobby window and the roaring fire and large, black leather couch facing it. In my musings, I note an attractive woman, about my age, on one side of the couch, staring pensively at the crackling flames, her small suitcase tucked below her. Another stranded soul, and a very eye-catching one.
“I will wait,” I tell the clerk. “The last two places were full, and the roads are pretty bad out there.” I am banking on luck. If worse comes to worse, I wonder if they will let us sleep in the lobby. I make my way over to the couch, and the woman on the other end smiles, her hazel eyes conveying a degree of worry over the situation, but also a glowing warmth. Mmmm.
“Hello there. Do you mind if I join you?” I ask. I note a glass of what looks like white wine in her hand. She has wavy, very full hair, that she is currently teasing with her free hand.
“Not at all. It’s lonely over here,” she laughs. I like the sound of that response. Maybe this frigid Ohio night is going to warm up a bit. “I’m number three, so sit right down, number four.” She must have overheard my conversation with the clerk.
I put my carry bag by the other end of the couch and make myself ready to sit down. Then I can’t help but notice her shapely, pouty lips as she takes another sip of her wine. “If you point me in the direction of the bar, and promise to save my spot, I can get you another one of those. What are you drinking?” I know it’s a calculated risk and I hope that I don’t put her off. She had mentioned that she was lonely after all, and I read that as an invitation.
“Well, that’s a bargain if I’ve ever heard one! I’m drinking Moscato and… the bar is right behind that door.” She points and smiles again, and I can’t help but notice a very enticing jiggle in my peripheral vision, as she lifts her arm. I fight hard not to look directly at her bosom, but my ”spider senses” tell me that this lovely lady has a very shapely figure under that winter coat. She also appears to be on her own. My mischievous mind begins to wander as I make my way to the bar.
Darcy
'You’re staying put, no more hotel hopping,' I tell myself. The last few miles were white knuckle driving and there will be no more of that. The glass of Moscato I got from the bar should help to steady my nerves. I take a long sip and stare off into the blazing fire.
The door opens up and ushers the cold air in. 'Brr! Close that door!' I say to myself. It’s just another stranded driver making their way in out of the storm. He draws my attention as he stomps off the snow from his boots. It’s hard not to notice how good looking he is. Boy, if I’m to be stranded, I might as well be stranded with him! He looks to be about six-foot-one with amazing shoulders… shoulders I could grab a hold of when needed. Oh good lord, focus on the fire, just focus on the fire.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him walking over from the front desk to the lobby. There’s a few seats here and there, but I’m all alone on this big couch, so the odds are good that he’ll sit next to me.
Wait, what just happened? What did I just say? “Sit right down, number four.” I’m an idiot. Well, whatever. He’s buying me a drink so it must not have sounded that bad.
As he makes his way to the bar, I turn and watch him go. 'Hmmm, nice ass.'
Dane
Some twenty minutes slip by as we chat on the couch, sipping wine by the blazing fire. I am impressed that this hotel has a real fire, rather than an electric or gas model, like most places nowadays. I am also more than impressed with the woman keeping me company on this couch. She is from West Virginia, very smart, has a killer smile and oozes a sensuality that radiates right to my core. It comes up that we are both married with grown children, but we don’t get into our family lives too deeply.
Instead, we have fun, bantering back and forth, and joking about a variety of topics. The wine is flowing freely, and I begin to wonder if I will have to get a cab to the next hotel if this place ends up falling through. The snow, if anything, appears to be getting worse.
The family that was first, and the couple that was second on the waitlist, get the word that there are now extra rooms ready for them. As the two groups approach the desk to fill out the paperwork, Darcy and I looked warily at each other, silently wondering if this means that we will both be out of luck tonight. If the hotel ends up letting us spend the evening and night in the lobby, I think to myself that things could definitely be worse.
I am really enjoying Darcy’s company, and I get the same vibe from her. Besides her sense of humor and playfulness, I feel a definite physical attraction for this woman. She removed her coat earlier, revealing, as I suspected, a very full bosom that seems to be straining the tight-fitting sweater she is wearing. As a result, I am actually fighting to keep the strain in my own blue jeans at bay. 'Easy boy,' I coach myself mentally, 'You don’t want to create an embarrassing situation here.'
But my internal dialogue is betrayed by my less disciplined, wandering eyes. I also know that I have caught Darcy looking me over a few times as well. There is definitely some chemistry developing between us over this wine, this roaring fire crackling, and the howling blizzard raging outside. We are cut off from the rest of the world, vulnerable and finding refuge in each other’s company. I wonder where it will lead.
I attempt to shuffle my posture on the couch to ease the growing discomfort in my loins. Then the receptionist calls Darcy’s name. She turns, leaves her bag with me and smiles, making her way to the desk.
Darcy
I’m not sure if it is the fire or the company I am keeping that makes me hot. Dane is very charming. He is very good looking and funny. His sense of humor allows me to relax and not worry about the snow piling up outside. At this point, I don’t care if I have a bed to sleep in or if I have to curl up on this couch with this handsome stranger. Actually being tangled up with Dane is beginning to sound like the better option.
I’m pretty sure that he won’t mind either, if the noticeable bulge in his pants is any indication. He keeps shifting in his seat, poor guy. I am very aware of what my 42DDs are doing to him. Maybe I should cover-up? Nope, I think not. We continue to chat, waiting for the receptionist to hand us our fate. She could take all night for all I care. He is so easy to talk to. Very quick on the comebacks. I am lost in his blue eyes when he talks about his trips out west on his bike. I wonder how deep those eyes would get when being enveloped by his body. 'Snap out of it Darcy, you can’t go there!'
In the midst of my daydreaming, the family and the couple are lucky enough to grab their rooms. I’m next. Still, I don’t care if I get a room or not, just as long as they don’t toss me out into the Blizzard of 2020, as the weatherman is calling it now. If I get separated from Dane on this wild night, won’t I always wonder if I would have crossed that line with him? But my guess is that the hotel would never, with the wine we’ve drunk and the conditions outside, make us go back out there. They’d be obligated, at least, to offer us a corner somewhere.
I hear my name in the distance. I’m not sure if all the wine was such a good idea. I get up, but ask if I can leave my overnight bag with Dane while I walk over to the desk. He smiles back. The receptionist hands me the paperwork, stating I got the last room. I nervously fill it out, knowing full well what I am about to do. I give it back and she hands me my license and the room key. I walk over, pick up my bag, and give Dane a coy smile and a key card. “Room 217, Mister. Lead the way.”
Dane
I am both shocked and relieved when Darcy hands me the room key card. I am also excited at the prospect of sharing a room with this beautiful woman, but I keep myself in check, not assuming anything beyond having a bed to sleep in. I thank Darcy sincerely as we make our way down the hall. Though I really enjoyed our conversation and flirting, and was getting a definite sexual vibe from her, I honestly did not expect her to offer to share her room.
Given it is the last of the re-assigned rooms the hotel has to offer, I feel that we could both justify it to our spouses, if we ever had to, though my conscience is already losing the battle to my simmering desire for this woman. 'Easy, boy.'
“It’s no problem at all. I’m sure you would have done the same for me,” she offers, as we open the door and lay down our bags in the room. “Besides, after a few glasses of wine, I wasn’t going to let you go back out into that storm.“
“Speaking of wine, how about I order us a bottle? It’s the least I can do for letting me share this room with you.” I lay down my bags beside one of the double beds, as Darcy is doing the same.
“Not a bad idea,” Darcy ponders, pausing,” but I thought maybe you would want to go down to the bar for dinner and drinks after we freshen up a bit.” I am again doing my best to not appear too obvious as I continue to scan the curves on her very sensuous body. The idea of both of us loosening up further, with more wine, in this already sexually-charged situation of our creation, is giving me butterflies and a tingle in my pants. I muster my best personal distraction techniques in an attempt to divert the blood from returning, in earnest, to my manhood. A losing battle.
“That sounds great. I’ll just get us two glasses then,” I offer, and I dial room service. As she passes by, on her way to the washroom, her smiling eyes warmly scan me up and down. There it is again! I’m not the only one enjoying the view! I wonder if she is noticing my erection. I feel myself flushing a little and I turn away from her.
As I do, I notice her also scanning my bags. She stops when she spies the label on my company bag. “Is ‘LoveHoney’ your business?” She is referring to the LoveHoney insignia on my product bag. I pause and consider how to tell her what I do - whether to give her the whole spiel. I decided that it would be best to be brutally forthright.
Hopefully, she isn’t creeped out. I really do need this bed to sleep in tonight. “Yes, I’m a sales rep for LoveHoney. Have … have you heard of our products?” I ask, swallowing my nervousness. This could explode in my face if I don’t handle it right.
“No, I haven’t. But it sounds very interesting. Love - Honey. Do you sell… honey?”
“Not exactly. You might want to brace yourself.” She looks back down at the bag with a quizzical expression on her face. “We mainly sell sex toys, for both men and women. I am the regional rep in this area, and that bag contains samples of some of our hottest … ah, best-selling products.” OK, time to breathe now. I know my face is a lovely shade of pink by now, but I stiffen my upper lip to maintain my professionalism.
This isn’t my first rodeo though. Keeping business-like about my line of work is actually easy for me, most of the time, when discussing the industry with vendors and potential vendors. But this situation is not so easy. This curvy fox has kindly offered to share her room with me, a perfect stranger, and now I am telling her that I am carrying around a bag of sex toys and that I sell the blasted things for a living!
There is a long pause as Darcy just stares at the bag. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the snow blasting across the courtyard, and I can hear the howls and the incessant pecking at the window. She too looks a little flushed at my revelation. Then, after a small eternity, a slow smile begins to creep across her face. She giggles. “Oh, I guess that’s… more than interesting.” She flips the hair from her eyes. As she does so, her full breasts bounce deliciously under her sweater. Her smile broadens and changes into a very sly look.
Am I wrong, or am I seeing nipples protruding noticeably from those generous mounds under that sweater? Oh my! “Maybe after I freshen up and change, you could... show me your product line? Or… right now? Whatever works for you. I’m just curious… of course.” Her eyes haven’t left the bag, and the sly smile is still there.
Another pause, this time initiated by me. The wheels in my head are turning. I just about choke when I finally open my mouth. “Uh, sure! By all means! I could show you our current best seller n-now… if you like. She just giggles and nods, mesmerized. I open the bag and right on the top, lays our top seller, the Bluetooth-operated vibrating panties. I am relieved that the five different dildos I carry are at the bottom of the bag.
Some of them are pretty huge and daunting, more for curious male fantasies than for actual female enjoyment. I downshift into my salesmen mode, putting out of my mind that this woman is my benevolent host for the night, a very sexy woman and a complete stranger until an hour or so before.
“This, Darcy, is the Secrets 5 Function Remote Control Vibrating Lace Thong. The panty has a slot to hold this perfectly-curved, ergonomic 5-function vibrator. It is very popular with the adventurous woman of today. Best of all, you can operate all these settings with this remote, which can be operates up to 30 feet away from the unit, if you would prefer a partner running the controls.”
Her eyes are as wide as saucers, but her smile widens. “Oh my,” she almost whispers, “what will they think of next? I have never even heard of such a thing. It ah … sounds like …fun though, for sure.” She winks at me, turns and pads off to the washroom. I am definitely back into the process of growing an erection again, and I am pretty sure that Darcy has noticed the tenting in my trousers. I reached into my pants and adjust myself, so that my climbing member can have the room he needs. 'Where is this night heading?' I wonder, as I concentrate again on getting control of my hormones.
Darcy
I take a quick glance around to distract myself from the obvious bulge in Dane’s pants. I have to admit that I wasn’t sure what I was going to find when we entered this room, but I was pleasantly surprised. It is a very clean room. The beds are inviting and I was half-tempted to sink right down into one. I can’t lie though, I was sort of hoping for one bed instead of two. But least two beds will keep me honest, for a little while longer. He’ll have his and I’ll have mine. Right?
I grab my bag and pull out a leopard print dress and a pair of black slingback heels. I also grab my toilette bag and head for the bathroom. “I’ll be out in a few,” I call back to Dane, still processing his presentation of those crazy vibrating panties.
I run a quick bath. I take out my razor, bath scrunchie and my sweet rose shower gel from my little bag and place them on the edge of the tub. I place everything else I need around the sink and clip up my hair. I sink into the tub and turn the hot water off. Mmmm. It feels so good. I get straight to work.
I first start with my upper body, squeezing my gel onto my puff and lathering it up and scrubbing my arms, my neck and then my breasts. I lather all around them, making sure they are all soaped up. The suds felt so silky. I am thinking about his bag of tricks when Dane taps on the door.
“The wine’s here!”
“Ok, do you mind bringing it into me? You can place it on the floor next to the tub. I’ll just pull the shower curtain shut.” What am I thinking? I grab hold of the curtain and slide it shut. “Ok, I’m good.” I hear the door open and the glass hits the tile next to me. He is right next to me, my naked body, only a thin piece of fabric separating us.
“Is there’s anything else I can get you?” My attention is elsewhere and my fingers are busy lightly rubbing my clit. Ever so softly, just enough to stir up a little tingle. “Ahem! Are you in there? Can’t I get you anything else?” I snap out of it and quickly tell him no. Next thing I hear is the door closing. I wonder if he heard the blush in my voice.
I open the curtain and grab the glass of wine. It tastes refreshing, especially due to the hot bath I am in. I focus again on the task at hand. Soapy puff and razor ready to go, I lather up my legs and shave them. I think hard about my next step. Should I or shouldn’t I? If I don’t, I know I won’t cross that line.
But if I do, there’s a possibility I’ll let my guard down and that would be that. I decide that I want to feel 100% clean so I grab the razor again and within a few minutes, my pretty place is nice and smooth again. I rinse off and drain the tub. Wrapped in a towel, I drink the rest of the wine while staring at myself in the mirror. “Who are you right now?” I think to myself.
I dry off and rub lotion all over my body, taking time to rub some on my breasts. It feels so nice. I go to grab my black panties, but notice that I forgot them in my bag. Well, I’m an adult, he’s an adult and he has been a perfect gentleman so far, so... “Dane, can you grab something for me out of my bag?”
Dane
What did I just hear? I can’t believe that she has just asked me to go through her bag and grab her panties for her. Is she just very confident and uninhibited, or is this a direct communique that she wants sex later. I place my bets that it is number two. So much for controlling my erection, I think. I adjust again, as the head of my very erect penis is practically sticking out past the waist of my trousers.
I make a snap decision that is more than a little influenced by the hormones raging through my body and the alcohol relaxing any inhibitions I had considered. Instead of going into Darcy’s bag, I instead I grab the vibrating panties from my bag. I quickly insert the AAA batteries into the vibrator and slip it into the panty slot. I slip the remote, and its batteries, into my pocket. I tap on the door. “I couldn’t find your panties. Sorry. But I do have these if you want to try them. They are right out of the package!”
The door opens a crack. Her face appears, with the door shielding her obviously naked body. ‘How I would love to see those beautiful, big breasts!’ I can’t help thinking, as she blinks at me, with a very mischievous smile.
“I think you are just being naughty!” Darcy accused, “Did you really look in my bag? They were right there.”
I make a silly, ‘You know I’m lying’ grin and stare, continuing, ”I looked high and low, Darcy. Would you like me to look again?”
“No. These will be fine. It could be a fun evening … in many ways,” she concedes, her eyes dropping, in some residual shyness. “Let me guess, you have the other part - the remote - in your pocket?” Her eyes move back up to meet mine, with a gaze that acknowledges that we both know where this is going.
“I do. Company policy … that I need to keep close tabs on sample items. I’m responsible for replacement costs for any I lose. So, if I keep the remote, I definitely won’t forget to ask you for the panties back.” She smiles, her eyes go down again, and she slowly closes the door. I catch a good view of her ass in the mirror before the door fully closes. Mmmmm. While she finishes in the bathroom, I insert the batteries and slip the controller back into my pocket.
When Darcy comes out, she looks stunning, in a most inviting leopard print dress and sleek, sexy slingback heels. Her face looks radiant with the heat of the bath and the makeup touchups, while her hair flows in shimmering waves onto her shoulders, framing her very full cleavage. She smiles at my admiring looks and heads to her bag.
“You look fabulous,” I drawl slowly, “Maybe I should get into something a bit more evening-like myself.” As she reaches down to her bag, she suddenly stops. She instead slowly drops the clothing she was wearing into the bag and looks up at me with that coy grin I am getting to know. I guess she decided against checking to see if her own panties were in her bag after all. Hmmm. I feel for the remote and batteries in my pocket as I grab some clothes from my bag and my toiletries, and I head to the washroom.
Darcy
I take a second look at myself in the mirror. Hair and make up is just right. My makeup isn’t heavily applied. I may be older, but I know I still pass for someone ten years younger, so no need for all that cover-up. Dress tight in all the right places and cut low to invite an occasional glance. The vibrating panties feel a little weird, but exciting. They are already wet due to the anticipation of what’s to come. I slide on my heels and open the bathroom door.
When I walk out, Dane turns around and the look on his face means more than the compliment he gives. Damn, I must look good!
I go to my bag with the intent of checking for my real panties. But instead, I just throw a few things in. I decide not to look. I don’t really care. My “turn-on” meter is already an 8, and that’s only because of discipline. If I decide to let go, it’s won’t take much to get me right to a 10 tonight. These panties I have on will definitely have me on the edge.
Dane heads to the restroom to change. I hear the shower turn on. I hope he takes a quick shower because I can’t wait to get this night started. Well, to be honest, I can’t wait to see what these panties can do.
I look over at his bag of tricks. The showers still going, so I think I’ll peek a little. No harm in that. I dig around a little bit, making sure not to disturb anything. Bullets, butt plugs. and more vibrating panties. Oh my God, a G-spot rabbit vibrator. Those are too much for me. A regular dildo is my speed.
How good that would feel though? To be rubbing my clit and be fucking my pussy at the same time. I would cum within minutes of doing that. The bathroom door opens a crack, the shower must have turned off without me noticing. Steam flows out of the small room and I hear him yell, “I’ll be out in a minute or two.”
“No hurry, take your time,” I yell back. I place things back as they were and move over to the edge of my bed to sit. He exits the bathroom and looks very handsome. Extremely sexy. I smell his cologne. Good lord, I’m in trouble. “You clean up well,” I tell him as I give him a playful smile and a wink. “Are we ready?” I ask as I get my purse.
“Absolutely,” he replies, and he opens the door and escorts me into the hallway. He places his hand at the small of my back and leads me in the direction of the restaurant. Little does he know that’s a huge turn-on for me.
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