Kellie had 30 minutes of a 12 hour shift left. It had been a long day. Working as a RN in the CCU means lots of walking, checking on patients, taking calls from Dr.'s, and patients' families. Her feet hurt. And she was not looking forward to the long drive home.
Her phone buzzed. A text from her husband - "Call me before you head home." She pushed the phone in her pocket and went on about her duties.
Checking on her last patient, Kellie looked out the window. It was snowing hard. White our conditions. "I bet that's what the message is about."
After she finished up, she went into a little area the nurses had set up to change clothes and freshen up. Kellie left on her dark blue scrubs, but changed her shoes, put on a coat, and checked her hair / makeup.
She called her husband, Larry, as she made the long walk across the hospital to the employee parking garage.
"Hey babe, what did you need?"
"Kellie, I think you should stay at work. The roads here are terrible and 62 is shut down with so many wrecks."
"Ugh. I hate staying here. Maybe I can take the interstate home. I'll ask around and let you know."
Kellie caught two girls reporting for their shift in the ER walking in. They told her the interstate was fine. So she texted Larry and headed out.
Traffic was fine. It was a 25 miles longer trip, but at least she could sleep in her bed. Kellie was jamming to old 80's songs and wondering if Larry would be up for a good fuck tonight.
Their sex life was hit or miss after kids came along. Mostly miss. She wanted it good and often. He wanted to cum quick a few times a month leaving her horny with cum dripping out of her.
Kellie had invested in sex toys, porn, and even a sex swing to spice up the bedroom! She mostly watched porn alone, masturbated, and the swing had set uninstalled for 2 years. What kind of husband doesn't install a sex swing, she questioned herself often. With all her frustration, once or twice a year Larry would become the stud of his youth and fuck her brains out. Maybe tonight would be one of those nights.
Just as she approached the junction of I83 and I92, everything came to a standstill. She sat without moving at all for 10 minutes before checking her phones traffic app. Just as the app was launching Larry called.
"Kellie, I92 is shut down, where are you?"
After explaining the situation they decided it best for her to find a hotel room and stay the night. Kellie looked for a room on her phone. There was a Comfort Inn a mile away with a vacancy. She booked the room, but was stuck setting there. Kellie was playing on her phone when she pulled up pornhub. She search for "stuck in traffic" porn. She watched girl after girl give head to their men in the car. Finally there was a video of a man playing with his wife's pussy in the car. She watched as he fingered and licked her pussy. When he pulled a vibrator from her purse and pushed it in, Kellie couldn't take anymore.
Kellie slipped her pants and panties down below her knees. She reclined her seat back. Set her phone on the armrest of her car, restarted the video, and played with herself.
Her blacked out windows helped hide her. She often touched herself while driving home alone. But this was full on masturbating. She used her right hand to finger herself with 2 fingers. With her left she rubbed her clit. Watching the video with the sounds playing through her car stereo her orgasm synced up with the woman in the video. She came once, pulled her fingers out, but kept rubbing her clit and came a second time.
Her leather seat was wet. She was so wet that she'd leaked all over it. Thankful she had wipes in the console. She cleaned her seat, put down one of her kid's shirts that was in the back under her bottom, and pulled her panties and pants back on.
Kellie was still so wet she was soaking her royal blue thong panties. She searched her purse and found a panty liner. Just as she managed to get it in place, traffic moved some. Just enough to get her to an exit.
Kellie talked out loud to herself. "Good lord, you and your sex obsession cause some crazy messes. Watching porn and doing yourself while stuck in a traffic jam! You're worse than a horny, teenage boy!"
She smiled at herself in the mirror.
"If I got fucked at home, I wouldn't be this way," she shouted at the mirror.
She pulled into the parking lot.
She checked in, room 218. Across the street was a Target. She parked her car and walked to Target. In Target she bought some pajamas, panties, socks, tooth brush, tooth paste, bottle of wine, snacks, and facial cleaner. She trudged back to the hotel in the driving snow.
It was a typical hotel room. It had a king-sized bed, TV, Chase lounge, a table, bathroom, microwave and fridge. Thankfully it was clean.
Kellie put her stuff away. Put on clean panties, even though she hated to wear new ones without washing them first. She had to change them after masturbating in her car. Brushed her teeth. And stood there deciding to put on her pajamas or her scrubs. She was starving. There was a Chili's next door. She hated going out in public in her scrubs, but she made an exception. She didn't put her bra back on. Just her scrubs and her coat. She'd get an order to go and bring it back. She hurried across the sludge covered parking lot.
She walked into Chili's and shook the snow off her. She went to the bar. The bartender took her to go order and she asked for a margarita. She sipped her margarita and listened to those around her.
She heard the distinctive Appalachian draw of a man behind her. He was talking about politics and arguing with a couple with Boston accents. Kellie loved the sound of his voice. She'd grown up in southwest Virginia. The dialect from there was unmistakable to a trained ear. She wondered where he was from and if she knew him. Then thought to keep her head down. She didn't want anyone seeing her dressed this way.
The argument got a little heated and the couple left. She looked in the mirror to see if she could spot the man with the voice, but no luck. She texted Larry that she was settled, was getting food, and going to bed. Then sent him a pic of her boobs she took in the hotel just to tease him. He responded to the text but not the pic.
Just as she put her phone down someone pushed their way to the bar beside her. And in that wonderful Appalachian draw asked for a crown and ginger ale. He was touching her shoulder. She dared not look up. He stood there waiting for his drink.
When it came he paid for it and replied, " Thank ya, darlin. Keep the change."
He turned to leave and bumped her head with his upper arm.
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry. Excuse my clumsiness."
