Anything can happen on a Snow Day. It's a magical time when reality can stand still with an unexpected surprise. This is the story of such a Snow Day many years ago.
I was out of town for a conference. The wife and kids were hundreds of miles away, and I was looking forward to a little quiet time away from home. The hotel where I was staying was a Residence Inn, a complex of small 4-apartment buildings, designed for short-term living. My upstairs apartment was basically a large room with a kitchenette, king bed, couch area and fireplace.
I had recently bumped into an old friend from high school, and she had caught me up to date with many of our classmates, including my high school girlfriend. I learned that my ex was divorced with two kids, and living on the East Coast. We hadn't talked since we broke up after high school, and I was surprised to learn that she was living a few miles from where I would be attending a conference.
We hadn't left things on good terms, but that was years ago, and I was genuinely curious as to what she was up to. Would she think it was weird to hear from me again? After thinking it over, I looked her up in the phone book when I got to my hotel and gave her a call.
Lori was surprised to hear from me, and offered to pick me up for dinner the next night. Her ex had the kids this week and she was looking forward to having dinner with another adult.
The first day of the conference was good, but I was really looking forward to seeing Lori again. Did she look the same? Did I? I thought through how we left things, and decided what was past was past.
Lori parked her car in the lot and walked up to my building. She looked great, and I told her so. She laughed and said my eyesight must be getting a little worse with age. But she did look great. More mature and classy, but still with that youthful smile and laugh. We drove a few miles to a nice Italian restaurant she knew. It was starting to rain a little, and the TV said it might be turning to snow overnight.
Dinner was wonderful. We shared a bottle of wine and talked all through the meal. We gave summaries of our lives since high school, but kept coming back to people and events we knew from school together. As we looked around, the restaurant was mostly empty, so we decided to leave as well. The manager told us to drive safely, it was getting messy outside.
We were surprised to see that the little snow had become a blizzard. Already several inches of snow had fallen, and more was on the way, blowing and drifting, with a layer of ice underneath. It took us much longer to get back to my building, hard to see the roads, and numerous cars in the ditch.
We were about a mile away, when Lori turned a corner and the right rear tire slid off the road and into the ditch. There wasn't enough traction to pull it back, so I got out and tried to push. It took us a half hour if pushing and rocking the car to get it back on the road. I was covered with wet snow and shivering.
It was difficult to see where the roads were compared to the ditches in this commercial area, due to all of the drifting snow. I offered to walk home, so she could leave for home herself, but she was afraid she would never make it back to her house. I offered to let her stay with me, and she agreed.
It took another fifteen minutes to carefully drive the remaining two block to my place and park the car for the night. As we climbed the stairs to the apartment, and told her I would sleep on the couch, and she laughed again, saying that I could if I wanted to, but it wasn't like we hadn't slept together before. And right now, we were so cold, we might need all the body heat we could get. I felt my dick twitch.
I told her to take a hot shower, and I would go to the hotel office next door and get a bundle of firewood for the fireplace. The manager on duty gave me two bundles, saying that there had been reports of power outages due to the storm. The roads were closing, but they had plenty of food on hand if i wanted to come back for the buffet tomorrow morning.
Back in my apartment, I heard Lori using the hair dryer in the bathroom, as I build a fire in the fireplace. I hung up our wet coats, as Lori came out of the bathroom with her wet clothes. She was wearing my blue plaid flannel pajama top, looking like a short dress, and I could see a pair of my white boxer shorts sticking out the bottom.
"I hope you don't mind, but i took some of your dry clothes. Your turn in the shower. I'll bring you some dry clothes too."
I slipped out of my wet stuff and climbed in the hot shower, soaking up as much heat as I could. As I warmed up, I saw that I was getting aroused, remembering how sexy Lori looked in my pajama top, and wondering what she had on underneath besides my boxers. Lori knocked and came in the bathroom.
"Here are some dry things. I'll hang up your clothes by the fire too."
I got out of the shower and dried off, seeing that she brought me the matching pajama bottoms, some blue striped boxers, and a white A-shirt. I got dressed, and it felt great having dry clothes against my skin again.
"Mmmm, nice muscles! You must have picked them up after high school. The skinny guy I remember didn't have that many."
"You look pretty nice yourself - a few more curves than I remember. And it's been a long time since you got in my underwear!"
Lori laughed, lifting up the pajama shirt. "Yeah, and when did you start wearing boxers? I remember you wearing cute little tighty whiteys."
"I still have a few, but they're not so little any more." I nodded toward her pink panties and matching bra hanging on a chair near the fire. "And when did you start wearing such sexy underwear? I remember white bras and panties with little hearts or flowers."
"Benefits of growing up and buying your own lingerie..."
"Right now, those long legs look like they're getting cold. Let's sit by the fire."
I grabbed a fleece blanket off the end of the bed, and wrapped it around my back. I sat on the couch and opened the blanket for Lori to join me. She cuddled under my arm, and I pulled the blanket around us.
The snow blew against the window as the wind howled outside. A lone street light lit the falling snow from below, sending a glow into the room. The only other light was from the fireplace, and it gave us just enough to see each others faces as we flirted and rubbed bodies together.
As I slowly ran my hand up and down her side, I learned what else she had on beneath the pajama top - nothing. My hand brushed up against her hard nipple, separated by the thick flannel material. Lori moaned a little and turned toward me. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled, as we drew our lips together in a long warm kiss.
It was as if the years between had never happened, yet it was clear that we were both mature adults not awkward kids. Our kisses increased in intensity, hungry for passion. I hadn't been that aroused for years, and we ran our hands down the others backs and arms.
Lori slid her hands across my chest, exploring my muscles. It seemed as if she were trying to reconcile her memories of a young skinny boy against the man before her. Her hand moved to my crotch, and rubbed the length of my erect cock inside my pajama pants.
"Mmmm, this seems much bigger than I remember too."
"I think he misses your touch."
"Well, let's not keep him waiting, shall we?"
Lori slipped her inside the fly of the pajamas, and felt my hard cock, already sticking out of my boxers.
She whispered in my ear, "These boxers do have a nice benefit for easy access to the good stuff.", as she pulled my cock out of the pajama fly and began slowly stroking it.
Now it was my turn to groan. Back in high school, a few tugs on my cock were all it took to make me shoot cum all over. Now, it seemed we were both more experienced, and she deftly played with me for a while.
I reached back and began caressing her firm ass. It felt very strange, running my hands across boxer shorts, but that got me more aroused as well. I worked around to her crotch, and she sat back on the couch and split her legs a little. The front of the boxers were soaked with her juices, as I felt her swollen pussy lips beneath. The fly front of the boxers weren't quite the same benefit to me, so I helped her slide them off, and caught sight of her glistening pussy in the firelight. She stood there with the pajama top open and her naked breasts and vagina beckoning to me.
Lori bent down and helped me slide off my pajama pants and boxers, and pushed me back on the couch, my iron hard cock pointing straight up.
"I want you inside me", she told me. "Right now."
Lori climbed up on top of me, and guided my stiff cock into her aroused pussy. I could feel myself sliding easily into the wet and warm tissue. In high school, even with a condom, I would have shot my load within seconds. Now, Lori rode me and I pulled her up and down on my cock, intensifying the pleasure. I caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples as she bounced. I could feel her warm juice running down my balls, and that got me even more excited.
There was a longing hunger in our eyes, and we smiled as the pleasure increased. After what seemed like forever, we started breathing heavy and moving faster and faster, a climax on the way. I couldn't hold it any longer, and shot a thick load inside her, followed by Lori shouting 'yes!' and grinding down on my cock as she had her own orgasm. We collapsed in each others arms and laid there on the couch.
"You learned a lot since high school. Would you be offended if I told you that was the first time you ever brought me to orgasm?"
I didn't believe it, and was a little offended, but quickly thought back to that young, inexperienced kid, and laughed out loud, "No, but remember the male ego is a fragile thing! You're going to have to tell me what I great job I did tonight to make up for that comment."
Lori laughed and said, "Well actually, that was incredible! I didn't think my ex ever did that to me. But right now, I have to pee."
She pulled away, my limp cock falling out of her pussy, along with our combined bodily fluids. After peeing, we cleaned up and climbed into bed dry and naked. She curled up in my arms, and we fell into a deep sleep.
