Last winter, an early snowstorm allowed me to experience one of the greatest nights of my life. The weatherman had predicted only flurries but once again Mother Nature had the last say. The company I work for isn't too large so everyone knows each other. We all kid with each other and nothing is ever taken too seriously. One of the women that I work with is Christine. She is divorced and has been working at the company for about twenty years. She is a few years older than me. I think she's 48 and I'm 36. She's tall, about 5'8", a little on the heavy side, but not fat, she's solid. Her tits are average, not too big and not too small.
I'd say that if a woman wanted to pick a size for her tits, she would pick Christine's. Christine's hips are the kind that when you look at them you just want to have the opportunity to hold them. They flare out at the hipbone and curve smoothly to her thighs. Her arms are taught, almost muscular. Her fingers are long. Her hair is blond and cut just at her shoulders. Her makeup is always tastefully put on and the perfume she wears is soft and sweet, never too heavy. Of all the women at our place, Christine wears the best pair of pants. At times they seem to be painted on. From her waist to her calves you can tell what is underneath.
Sometimes you can see the lines of her panties and on some days there are no lines to be seen. From the backside, the roundness of her ass is obvious. Each cheek defined by a line that shows where her ass stops and her thighs begin. As with her hips, you just want to go up to her and cup your hands under each cheek and hold them, squeeze them. Sometimes, when she would bend over and then stand up, her pants would crawl up in between her cheeks and stay like that until quitting time. From the front is where Christine shows what she is made of.
No matter what pair of jeans she wears, they always, always, climb up inside of her pussy. The two mounds, created by the separation of her cunt's lips, are visible from quite a distance. The closer she is to you, the wider the split of her pussy. She never attempts to do anything to stop this from happening. We assume that she doesn't know or doesn't care.
As we left work we all could tell that this was going to be a heavy snowfall despite the forecast. Christine was parked across the street from me. We were all helping each other clean off our cars, so I went to help Christine. " Thanks for coming over to help Stewart," she said. " No problem Christine. Looks like the weatherman blew it again. We already have a couple of inches," I told her. " Yeah, and I don't have my snow tires on yet," she said, sounding kind of worried. " I hate driving in the snow and that just makes me more nervous."
"Just take your time and you'll do fine. I don't have my snows on yet either, but if you go at your own speed you shouldn't have any problems." I tried to talk to her in a confident tone but I could see she was hesitant to drive. " Well," she responded, " there isn't much I can do. I have to get home some how. Wish me luck." I said good luck and turned to go to my car. I looked back at her and I knew that she was going to have problems. I went back to her car and she rolled down the window so I could talk to her.
As I leaned into her car I could smell her perfume mixing with the cold, fresh air. She had opened her jacket. She had gotten sweated up from cleaning off her car and had unbuttoned her blouse just enough so that I could see the tops of her tits and the pink bra that was holding them in. She looked up at me with her round, worried eyes. " Look," I said. "Why don't I follow you home just to make sure you get there. We take the same way home so it's not that far out of my way. How does that sound?"
"Would you do that for me Stu? That's so nice. I would feel a lot better if you did that. Are you sure you don't mind?" She had a big smile on her face. Her small mouth showed her larger than normal front teeth. They were as white as the snow that was falling. It made her smile more genuine and very sexy. " I don't mind at all," I said. "So. Are you ready to get going? Just take your time and remember I'll be behind you all the way." She drove at a very slow pace. It was easy to see that she wasn't comfortable driving. It took us almost three times the time that it should have to reach her house. When she had parked she ran over to my car.
"Oh thank you so much for doing this Stu," she said. " I don't think I would have made it alone. I've been doing things by myself for a long time now. It felt so great to have a man helping me." She leaned in through the window of my car, reached in with her left hand and gave me a hug around the neck. I could smell her perfume more strongly now and I could feel the warmth of her neck on mine. She let go and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. As she leaned back out of the window I could sense my dick getting hard. I had never felt sexually attracted to her, but seeing her reaction to my small act of kindness had turned me on.
My pecker continued to harden so much that it pushed against my pants and started to hurt. She waved and turned to go to her house. I watched as those skin-tight pants rocked back and forth. I adjusted my hard dick in my pants so that it was pointing up and felt the warm fluid that had leaked out start to get very cold. I quickly rolled up my window and started to leave. Or so I thought. I got stuck before I got started. I was on an incline and I was going nowhere fast. Christine hadn't gotten inside yet so she came back to my car to see what was wrong.
"Having a little problem?" she asked.
I was outside of my car evaluating the situation. "Looks like I'm stuck," I said. "I'll try to rock it out." I was going to get back into my car when she grabbed me by the arm.
She looked at me and said, "Why don't you wait until the plows get out here. You'll never get up this hill anyways. Why don't you come inside and get warm while you wait. I can fix us something. Let it be my way of thanking you for what you did for me. I feel responsible for getting you stuck too."
