It was snowing heavily and Hazel wondered if the bus would make it all the way home. It had struggled round the country roads and the steep hill was the final straw. The bus ground to a halt. The driver asked if anyone was able walk home; otherwise he advised people to wait on the bus until the recovery team came. Luckily for Hazel the bus had stopped a few yards from the end of her fiancé's parent's street. She would be able to stop there until the snow cleared, or stay the night if needs be. It was well past six o'clock so everyone was bound to be home.
Even though it wasn't far to walk Hazel was soon covered in snow that started to melt over her coat and jeans, leaving her wet through. She knocked on the side door - lights were shining behind the curtains so someone must be home. She was attempting to brush some of the snow off herself when Jack opened the door.
"Hello!" he said, cheerful as usual, "What are you doing here?"
She stepped inside. Hazel was a good looking girl of twenty-one: 5' 4", auburn hair and with a 36-28-32 figure. Even in her winter clothes she looked good - if anything the cold made her eyes sparkle more than usual and brought a flush of colour to her cheeks.
"The bus broke down at the end of Dove Street - I thought I'd see if I could stay here for awhile, until the weather calms down a bit." She started to unwind her scarf and take off her coat.
"Well, you're more than welcome to, wouldn't want you out in such horrible weather. But I don't know if Matt'll be back tonight - he just rang to say he'll probably be staying the night in a hotel near work. And Rosemary's stuck round at her mother's house."
"Oh." Hazel's face dropped. Matt was her fiancé and Rosemary was his mum, and Jack's wife. "It's ok then - I'll ring my mum to come and pick me up."
"Don't be silly, I couldn't get the 4x4 out earlier so I don't think there's much chance of anyone coming to pick you up. It might have cleared by the morning and anyway, you can sleep in Matt's room."
Hazel wasn't altogether displeased at the thought of spending the night alone with Jack. Although she knew that nothing could ever happen she had harboured a secret attraction to him for a long time. At 48 he was still very good looking, sharing much of the same facial features as Matt but with the benefit of having grown into them over time. Much as she liked Matt's flat stomach, trim waist and muscular sportsman's legs there was always something which attracted her to older men. Perhaps it was the extra weight they carried, the broader shoulders and the sense that if someone like Jack really did want to have her, there would be nothing she could do to stop him.
"But what about my clothes?" Hazel was stood in an ever-increasing puddle of melted snow. "I don't any spare ones with me."
"Just a minute, I'll go and get you Matt's dressing gown."
Jack soon returned, holding out a maroon coloured towelling gown.
"Here you go. Take your clothes off here and I'll put them in the tumble drier. No point trailing water through the house. I'll leave you to it."
Hazel took off her jeans, jumper, t-shirt and socks, leaving on only her matching white bra and pants. She pulled the dressing gown on and tied the belt around her waist.
"Done!" she shouted.
Jack re-entered the room, took her clothes from her and perfunctorily shoved them in the drier. Whilst he was in the living room he had been considering how this situation was exactly like one of his fantasies; one where Hazel was trapped in the house with him with no-one else around. He had often thought about what he would do to her; what he would have her do to him. The mere thought of it was beginning to turn him on - it was a long time since he had bedded anyone near the age of twenty-one. Seeing her in the kitchen with only the robe on, with dampened hair that was just beginning to curl and roses in her cheeks did not help the situation. He tried to stop himself having thoughts about the soft, young body that lay beneath the dressing gown.
"Right then; there's a bottle of wine open in the fridge if you want a glass. In fact, bring the bottle with you into the living room."
There was nothing unusual about Jack asking her if she'd like a drink; they had often sat outside on a summers evening with a glass of wine while Rosemary did the garden or Matt mowed the lawn. She poured a glass, picked up the bottle and went to sit on the settee. Jack was sat in his usual chair, flicking through the TV channels.
"This is cosy, isn't it?" He coughed. "Anything you want to watch in particular?"
"No not really; I'll let you choose," Hazel replied.
They both sat watching the TV for an hour, gradually getting through the bottle between them. The wine made Hazel bolder - alcohol always went straight to her head.
"It's not fair," she pouted, "Your chair's next to the radiator - I've only got a dressing gown on. I should be sat there."
"Come and sit here then," said Jack, looking at her with a smile and a challenging look in his eyes. Both knew that they had been to this line before but neither had ever dared to cross it.
"What? Swap places you mean?"
"No; there's plenty of room for us both to sit here. And I'm sure you're not that heavy."
"Fine - don't blame me if I squash you though!" She went and stood in front of him. "Are you sure about this?"
He nodded. Both knew that this was about more than sharing a chair, but to have said it aloud would have made the situation all too real.
Hazel sat down so that she was sideways on to his body, with her bottom resting between his legs, and her legs over the arm of the chair. She still had the robe fastened but her legs were exposed as much as if she were wearing a mini-skirt. She made movements as if to settle herself down, which resulted in her rubbing herself against Jack's crotch. He draped his arm loosely over her legs and it was all he could do to stop himself from touching her properly there and then. His cock was fully erect in his trousers and he supposed that she must have felt it as she moved. Both still pretended to be engrossed in the television.
As they sat, pretending nothing was happening, Hazel shifted her bottom about so that Jack's cock was between her arse cheeks. Only a few thin layers of material were preventing them from fucking there and then.
"Isn't it your bedtime yet?" he asked her with a grin.
"Bedtime?! How old do you think I am?" she answered with mock indignation.
"Old enough to give me a kiss good night perhaps..."
Hazel was turned on already but the realisation that her (nearly) father-in-law was actually propositioning her hardened her nipples and dampened her underwear even more. It was hard work to stop herself from with moaning delight.
She inclined her face towards his and their lips met. This was no chaste, family kiss. They touched tongues hesitantly at first, his firm lips pressing down on her soft, full ones. Then the kiss grew more passionate, with Hazel letting out a gentle moan as his dominant tongue explored her mouth. His hand moved inside the dressing gown, cupping her breasts and stroking her hardened nipples through her under wear. They respond immediately to his caresses and Hazel felt herself becoming even wetter than before
"Take that off," he said, breaking their kiss, "I want to look at you."
She stood up in front of him and slowly let the robe fall from her shoulders. It revealed her near-naked body to his eyes, with her young firm breasts and sodden knickers. She could clearly see the outline of his erection through his trousers and her breathing quickened.
Standing up, he reached round behind her and quickly undid the fastening on her bra. Her breasts, with their rose-pink nipples, were exposed to his touch. He touched one with each hand, squeezing and stroking them until Hazel thought she would orgasm from this alone.
"Get down on your knees," Jack said suddenly, "I've wanted you to suck my cock from the moment I first saw you." Hazel did as she was told; she had always hoped that Jack would be a bit rough with her. She undid his belt buckle, then unbuttoned his trousers. It didn't take long for Jack's eight-inch dick to be exposed to her and she looked up at him in what she knew to be a very provocative way. He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her already open mouth towards his cock. She felt it hit the back of her throat and tasted the salty pre-cum that had lubricated the tip. He was forcing it further into her mouth than she was used to, but Hazel loved the feeling of having her whole mouth filled with dick. He thrust in and out of her, moaning with every in-stroke, almost making her gag with it right down the back of her throat. Hazel braced herself for his cum to fill her mouth. Jack's thrusts quickened.
"Fuck me yes Hazel," he moaned as she felt her mouth being flooded with salty, sticky cum. Most of it she swallowed but some inevitably escaped down her chin. He pulled her up by her arms and licked it off her.
"God, you don't know how many times I've dreamt about that," Jack said breathlessly, doing up his trousers.
"Probably just as much as I have," she replied with a smile, sitting down in his chair.
