It was almost Christmas, and I couldn't wait to leave my university, and head home for the holidays.
The semester had been a long hard one, and I was feeling pretty fried, and needed the break.
However, there was a slight problem, I had no way of traveling back.
I didn't own a car, my friends lived nowhere near where I lived, my parents couldn't come and get me because they had work, I had no way of getting home.
So, I started to ask around, hoping a Good Samaritan might help me out, but everyone I asked couldn't help either.
It was then, as I was just beginning to lose hope, when an unlikely angel came to my rescue.
Mrs Wood, my English professor, who was tall middle aged woman, with long ginger hair, a pretty smiling face, blue sparkling eyes, and had a fit slim body she kept under wraps, in pretty colourful blouses, and knee length sensible skirts, over heard me asking for a ride, and to my surprise, offered to help.
As it turned out, she lived in the next town to mine, and would happily drop me off on the way.
So, I eagerly took her up on her offer, and a couple of hours later, having loaded her car with my stuff, we set off for home.
Now, driving with Mrs Woods was kind of strange but fun, she was almost old enough to be my mother, in her early forties, but we chatted and joked like she was just another college kid, and she even started car karaoke with me too.
Anyway, the hours soon flew by, and we were making good time, but as we approached the halfway marker, our luck began to change.
Firstly we got caught in heavy traffic on some very busy popular roads, then a snow storm began to move in, and after a couple more hours, we had barely moved more than few miles, and it became clear, we probably weren't going to make it home that night.
"I think we should stop for the night. There's a motel coming up. I'll pull in there, and hopefully we can get a couple of rooms?" Mrs Wood said, concerned for our safety.
"Okay." I replied, in agreement.
Mrs Wood then took the turning off, rolled into the motel carpark, and once we were parked, we made our way over to the reception room.
Inside, we found a very nice clean professional reception room, and walking up to the desk, a cheerful middle aged lady welcomed us to the motel.
"Would you happen to have a couple of rooms for us, for the night?" Mrs Wood then asked eagerly, before adding "We've kind of got stuck in the storm."
"Ah yes. Quite a few people have!" replied the lady, before she then began checking her computer, and then replied "Ah. I have a room, but only the one."
It was a little awkward obviously, we would have to share, and Mrs Woods and I barely knew each other, plus, she was my professor at university, and I was her student, but, we didn't really have any other options, so reluctantly, we agreed to take it.
Once we had the key to the room, and got our bags from the car, we made our way to the room, and stepping inside found a regular sized room that looked fairly comfortable and clean.
There was a large double bed all made up with clean sheets, two chairs and a small table, and a small television on the wall next to a wardrobe, and an on suite bathroom to the rear.
It was a standard pleasant room, so we soon got settled in, and then had one of the most awkward conversations, I ever had.
"So, sleeping arrangement?" Mrs Wood then said coyly.
"Yeah?" I asked back, not entirely sure what was appropriate with your pretty mature teacher.
"Well, we're both adults, so, I suggest, we... both share the bed, and that way, we will both be comfortable for the night!" Mrs Wood then said cheerily.
I was slightly amazed she suggested that, but I certainly wasn't going to disagree, so after that was resolved, I phoned my parents to let them know what was going on, she phoned her husband to do the same thing, but obviously we didn't mention our sleeping arrangement, and then we relaxed and sat on the bed watching TV for a while.
Then as the evening wore on, Mrs Wood went and took a shower, before finally suggesting we should probably have an early night, so we were fresh and ready to go first thing in the morning.
Sliding in under the covers, I laid there in the bed, in a t-shirt and my jogging bottoms trying to relax and doze off, but the thought of sharing a bed with Mrs Wood kept popping into my head, and every time it did, I felt a rush of excitement run through me.
Anyway, as I tried not to get excited about lying in bed with a very pretty older woman, Mrs Wood was in the bathroom again, getting ready for bed, and then finally came out.
I couldn't believe my eyes, she was in very pretty lacy pink negligee that barely concealed her big plump breasts, and only just covered her lovely round butt too.
"It's my sleeping attire. It's the only thing I could find in my bag." She then said sheepishly, realising it probably wasn't the most appropriate thing to wear in the circumstances.
"Uh huh." I replied back, realising this was probably going to be a long restless night for me.
Anyway, Mrs Wood then slid in under the covers next to me, and after saying goodnight, she turned off the lamp and we tried to get some sleep.
For a while I really did try, I tried to relax and drift off, then I tried to count sheep, but having Mrs Woods lying just inches from me, and breathing softly almost in my ear, just wasn't helping.
So, eventually, when I was sure she was asleep, I decided to take care of the problem.
Easing my jogging bottoms down, I took hold of my semi hard dick, and started to stroke it as quietly as I could.
Gently sliding my hand up and down my shaft, as it started to firm up, I hoped I could relieve myself without Mrs Wood knowing, then I might be able to get some sleep.
However, as I was just getting fully hard, and giving myself long firm jerks, thinking of that image of her crossing the room in her nightie, Mrs Wood suddenly said "Would you like a hand with that?"
I almost jumped out of the bed, and had a heart attack, startled by her sudden words, before I glanced over at her, to see she was staring right at me, watching what I was doing.
"I. Um. I." I mumbled nervously, trying to apologies.
Mrs Wood then sat up a little with a grin on her face, and said "It's okay. You're a young man, and I'm pretty older woman. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Now, as I said, would you like a hand with that?"
I couldn't believe she was being so calm and relaxed about this, nor could I believe she was asking if I wanted a hand, but not wanting to miss out on an opportunity, I finally replied "Okay."
Mrs Wood smiled, and then reached out with one of her slim pale hands, wrapped it around my shaft, and as I let go of my firm length, she started to stroke it.
"Oh!" I gasped in delight, as her warm soft hand steadily jerked my young member.
