My name is Suzanne and I am a single woman in a serious relationship with a man who worships the ground I walk on. We met when he visited the bank where I work and were attracted to one another immediately. He started calling me from time to time and would find reasons to stop by the bank whenever he could. He is about 10 years older than me but I never considered that to be a problem. My parents didn't like it the least bit at first but over time they could see how Gary cared for me. He is kind, he opens doors for me, he pulls my chairs out and is very protective of me. The fact that he is always a gentleman and treats me so well eventually won my parents over and he has been completely accepted by them now.
Our relationship has been strong and exclusive for about 5 years and I'm pretty sure he is going to propose to me soon. A girl just knows these things. Our sex life is incredible and spontaneous and this is important to the story I am about to tell you.
I manage a bank in the South and had just struggled my way into work on a Friday morning in early February with wet snow on the roads. The local weather forecast was calling for snow flurries with possible accumulation. If you are familiar with the South you'll know that even a little bit of snow can shut down a town for quite a while. This particular morning I got going early, assuming there would be travel problems and I was entirely correct.
I lived about a mile from the bank in a group of new luxury town homes so I was the first to arrive that morning. By 7:30 there was already more than an inch and it was clear that things would get much worse before they got better. I made my required phone calls and the decision was made to keep the bank closed for the day. The roads were deserted and nobody was going to come into the bank today anyway. I was preparing to head for home to spend the day in my pajamas (or completely naked, as I prefer) when our newest teller, Jordan, came through the front door. She lived quite far from the bank and I was pleased that she made the effort in such bad weather, although it was all for nothing as it turned out.
I asked her why she drove 30 dangerous miles in questionable circumstances and she said that she thought it was the right thing to do. She assured me that she didn't drive in by herself, and explained that her dad dropped her off on his way into his job where he didn't have the luxury of taking a "snow day". He has a 4WD pickup and told her he would pick her up after his shift later this evening. That plan was in serious doubt now.
Jordan had only been at the bank for about 6 months and we had become very friendly in that time. She had a sense of humor very similar to mine and was mature, intelligent and great with customers. She was a little younger than me and I knew very little about her. She did tell me that she was once married but hadn't been in a relationship for several years.
She was a very thin, red-headed, freckle-faced woman with sparkling eyes and an infectious laugh. She was very attractive and tended to dress very in a very feminine manner, a trait that we had in common. I felt at ease with her and we found during our frequent slack periods that we could talk and laugh about almost anything - sometimes getting into risque subjects that I wouldn't dare discuss with anyone else at the bank. I guess we were just at ease with one another.
Many of our conversations strayed into dangerous territory for a work setting between a manager and one of her employees. We were both emotionally mature enough to handle it and we became conspiratorial friends. I think we both began to think of the other as "best friends" but that kind of thing isn't declared, it either happens or it doesn't. The fact was that I didn't have a female close friend other than Jordan. We talked on the phone occasionally in the evening or on the weekends and always planned to hang out socially but never had.
So here we were, sitting in a closed bank on a beautiful snowy morning and she couldn't possibly leave until her dad came back much later this evening. I asked her if she would like to come with me to my house and spend the day lounging in front of the TV drinking wine instead of sitting in a closed bank all day. I wasn't very keen on the idea of sitting here all day waiting for her ride to come, honestly. By bank policy I couldn't leave her here alone. She agreed to spend the day with me so we got into my car and slipped our way down the street for a mile to where I lived.
By the time we got to my place there was easily 3 inches on the roads and parking lots, and there was no hope of any road scraping activities for at least a day or more. Again, most southern towns just didn't have the ability to scrape snow from the roads. I parked my car in the driveway and we made our way to my front steps in the messy slush. Jordan was about to step onto the first step when her foot went out from under her and she fell flat on her skinny ass in the slush. It wasn't funny at all but we both went into a laughing fit when she almost pulled me down with her.
She got up and we made our way inside the front door giggling like two fools. She removed her coat and I took it from her but we noticed that she was soaked from her brief slush bath. It had probably ruined both her dress and her tights since the slush included the red muddy dirt from all of the recent construction in my new neighborhood.
She looked at herself in the hallway mirror and said, "Dammit!"
I said, "I'll get you some things to change into. Why don't you go shower in my bedroom over there and I'll put your things in the wash. Maybe we can save them." Probably not.