(Written together in turns by Dan & Baby)
--Snow Stalled (Dan)--
There was no making it over the pass in this weather. And i wasn't the only one delayed on this highway. The few motels were full, so I felt lucky to get the last room at a nearby bed and breakfast. A chalet-style place with just three rooms for rent; it was warm, friendly, and most importantly, available.
The proprietor, a sweet older lady, led me back to my room--first door on the left down the guest wing--and invited me out for drinks with the other guests. Not having brought much in the way of clothes, i just downshifted my spendy grey suit before heading out to mingle: hanging the jacket, removing tie and belt, opening the collar, and kicking off my shoes. The so-called great room was little bigger than your typical living room, but it had a huge stone hearth with a perfect, crackling fire and comfy seats. The hostess was serving a warm, aromatic mulled wine. I gratefully accepted a large mug and settled into a soft armchair near the fire.
The other guests were friendly. I first met a sweet young couple who were staying in the "honeymoon suite" on the other side of the hall from me for their first anniversary. The woman was obviously pregnant, and they were adorable in the way of young marrieds, not still all over each other but not yet into the child-rearing years that force couples out of the habit of persistent physical contact.
Next, you, the guest staying in the room next to mine joined us. You were instantly and intensely attractive to me as i watched you sit in the armchair across from me. Beautiful of face and shapely of body, you had looks that made age hard to be sure of and a way of carrying yourself that entranced me. Your dark brown hair was wavy and shoulder length, your eyes dark and bewitching in the low-light, your lips full and a perfect lipstick red. Your breasts were ample and shapely, and your legs... damn, would i love to get between those! You'd not yet said a word but something about the way you moved and how you looked at me made me suspect that here was a woman with a vibrant sexuality. I smiled at the many sensual thoughts of you that flashed through my head, and i half sat up to greet you eagerly, offering a handshake and a simple, "Hi, I'm Dan," in my most charming voice.
--Personal Getaway (Baby)--
I was on my way to visit a friend while when driving through the snow storm, I got a flat tire. By the time AAA could get to me and help it was way past sunset and it seemed unwise to drive the remaining distance that would take about 4 hours to cover. While AAA was fixing my tire, I was able to book the only bed and breakfast within a reasonable distance that had a couple rooms left.
I figured, I'd stay the night and leave as early as I could the next morning. The hostess was very welcoming when I arrived and showed me to my room. I was cold from being out for too long and some melted snow had seeped into my boots. I wasn't prepared to be stranded on the roadside so I hadn't worn the right kind. Once in my room, I noticed a knee length robe in the closet. I thought since it was already just past 8pm and I wanted to hit the sack early, that I'd just immediately shower and get warm. I had packed my favorite grey satin sleep shirt that had a low cut and buttons down the front. I don't like sleeping in garments that enclose my neck, I like the neck to be either broad, wide or open.
I took my change of clothes and the robe from the closet and made it down the hall to the guest bathroom. The water force of the shower was awesome and provided a nice relaxing steamy release of all the pent up tension my body and mind experienced with the change of events. The soap made of shea butter was nice and sudsy and smelt so good. My skin felt so soft, my hand slid down between my legs, instinctively.
I suddenly snapped out of the daydream state that I was when I heard footsteps walk across the hallway of the bathroom. It seemed like those of a man. I wondered if that was another house guest, and if it was, I couldn't help myself from secretly hoping that he was hot!
I finished up my shower, generously moisturized my skin. Put on a lace thong, slipped on my satin shirt without a bra since I thought I'd just be going to bed soon. I towel dried my hair and let the rest air dry as I normally do. I look at myself in the mirror and see my tits showing under the soft satin material of my shirt. I smile and run my fingers over my tits. I like how kinky it makes me feel to let my tits show without hiding them. Still, out of being raised modestly, I put the robe on that I found in the closet, collect my toiletries and clothing items and head out of the bathroom to my room. I notice the door of the room next to mine was ajar with a small night light on.
While passing by, it seemed like there was a suit coat hanging on the desk chair. At the same time, I also heard voices coming from the living room area. I set my things down in my room, put some chapstick on and put on my cozy socks and went towards the living room to join in as people had seemed to gather. I was also super curious to know who was staying in the room next to me. It was so nice to enter such homely atmosphere by the fire and I could smell some aromatic spices.
Just as I was about to sit down, I see this stud extend his hand to greet and introduce himself to me. It happened so fast that I felt caught off guard. "Oh, nice to meet you Dan, I'm Rebecca.....you can call me 'Becky'!" I say with a smile. Just then I was offered a large mug of the mulled wine that seemed to be the aroma I smelt earlier. I gladly accepted and proceeded to get comfortable in the cozy armchair that was vacant. I sat back, crossed my legs (allowing my shirt and robe to expose my knees as they rode up), closed my eyes, and with both hands cupped over that warm mug I took a big sip of wine and let out a hum under my breath. It all felt so relaxing, and I knew I wanted to drink a lot of it! Then, I opened my eyes only to see you staring at me.
In my mind, I'm wondering whether this is for real! I'm in a room that's so cozy on a stormy winter night, with mulled wine, in my satin shirt and robe sitting across from a handsome stranger. I see this mischievous twinkle in those stunning blue eyes and just smile back with a knowing look of my own. I knew, if nothing else, there will at least be a lot of flirting to keep us company that night. I notice your semi - business casual look, and it's fucking hot. The way your shirt sits on your broad frame and the pants you have on showing the nice definition on your legs from working out make you instantly attractive.
--Mulled Wine (Dan)--
The hostess left for a while to do some chores, and the couple wasn't drinking, her pregnant, him in solidarity. So you and i eagerly helped each other to extra wine. We all four talked long by the fire, while you and i got nicely tipsy. Eventually, the young lovers, after a few long kisses and smiling whispers to each other, excused themselves to their room. You and i exchanged knowing looks and laughed, proceeding to make increasingly ribald suggestions and gestures about what those lovebirds might be getting up to. I got up to get us more wine, planning to take the vacated seat right by you, hopes of seducing this hilarious and gorgeous person blooming profusely in my head, when the hostess returned and took that very seat.
Groaning inwardly at the interception, i smiled outwardly to her and offered to get her a mug of wine also. Our conversation switched instantly to less flirty subjects, neither of us sure how the old lady would take all our sexual jokes and innuendos. My hopes for a hookup with you rapidly cooled, as it was clear the hostess was a night owl and not retiring anytime soon.
Finally, the warm fire, warm wine, and waning conversation had our heads nodding, leading our hostess to insist we call it a night. At that, you looked at me, intense and inscrutable, as if trying to decide something or tell me something. Too inebriated and sleepy to take the cue, i smiled vacantly in return. I thought i glimpsed a moment's disappointment in your eyes, but then you smiled too, thanked the hostess for the wine, wished me a good night, and headed to your room.
