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The Blizzard was shutting down the Interstate and everybody was trying to find rooms. Thankfully I had a room at the Hilton, as all the hotels were booked, the churches were starting to open their shelters, and the Red Cross wasn’t even in town. This place was snowed in. A lady came in and asked the clerk for a room and the clerk said they were full up. She asked if any other hotels were available, he said with the snow, everything was taken and the churches would be opening their shelters soon.
She asked the clerk, “How am I supposed to find out what the churches are doing, is there an emergency contact number? Do you call the fire department, how are people supposed to find out where to stay tonight? I don’t have a room, and I can’t go anywhere?”
“Ma’am there’s nothing I can do; I don’t have any rooms. Maybe you can wait in the bar and see if the police or the fire department comes around to give us any more information.”
“Well, this just sucks, yeah I’ll go to the bar.”
The bar had maybe 20 people in it, and I was sitting at the barstool near the end of the counter. The lady walked, ordered a drink, and proceeded to try to figure out what the hell to do with her night.
She looked at me and said, “Can you believe it, every room in this God damn little hellhole of a shit town is full up. What the fuck am I supposed to do.”
I said, “Well for now, have a drink and wait to see if emergency services or whatever they have in this little town opens up anything and try your best.”
People were generally bitching about the weather but being thankful for having a room at a Hilton. Some guy decided to be an ass and said, “Well I’d rather be stuck in a Hilton than at the Community Center or some evacuation center, sleeping on a cot listening to somebody snoring or farting all night and then trying to take a shower in some little bathroom with 300 other people trying to get in and do the same. No thanks I’ll pay the price for a Hilton.”
“Fuck,” said the lady. “I’m so mad at my husband I could kill that little cock sucker. Only reason I’m out here, is he’s too lazy to come all the way out here to check on his parent’s cabin. He told me it wasn’t any big deal, just drive out, look at the cabin and stay overnight. Son of a bitch even said I should find a fuck buddy to stay with. I need a fuck buddy, that assholes never been a good fuck in his life.”
She got out her phone to call her husband and bitch him out.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Thanks a lot you dumb shit. I’m stuck in a hotel without a room in the middle of a blizzard in some shithole little town trying to go see your parent’s cabin. Why didn’t you come do this shit, this is your shit not mine, but I’m trying to be a good wife. Ohh fuck that, we’re getting a divorce when I get home, you little weasel.”
He was laughing. Then he said, “Whoa bitch, who lit the fuse on your tampon. Don’t bitch at me for your bad planning. That storms been on the weather for a week. You know you should really prepare and check the weather reports before you leave, sucks to be you. Why don’t you just find somebody to shack up with. I know you must be horny, you haven’t fucked me in months.”
“You inconsiderate little dick motherfucker. The reason I haven’t fucked you in months is because your dick is too small, and you don’t get me off. You’re a pathetic lover. And why should I let you get me all messy then I have to go back into the bedroom and use a toy because you’re not man enough to do the job. This whole marriage is over. I’ll call my attorneys and get you thrown out of my house. Goodbye you little asshole, maybe you can live at momma’s cabin, you degenerate little loser.”
“That’s fine bitch, I’ll take half of everything you own. I hope you enjoy paying me some alimony.”
“You stupid son of a bitch, you signed a prenuptial agreement before we ever got married, you get nothing. Our agreement was very specific and binding, you only get out of our marriage what you put into it, and I’ve got all the documentation that shows that you didn’t put shit into it, so you don’t get shit out of it. You’ll be on the street, back in a gas station or flipping burgers. You’re just a dumb shit unskilled labor, couch monkey. Goodbye asshole.” And she hung up.
“Bartender, another drink for the lady.”
She looked at me and said, “What the fuck are you doing? I can buy my own drinks.”
I said “Lady, it’s a shitty day out. Everybody’s in a shitty mood. Your world is just getting ready to turn upside down and I’m just trying to be a nice guy and buy a pretty girl a drink. Drink it if you want to pour it out if you don’t.”
“Sorry,” she said. “Not my best day. You heard more of my dirty laundry than most people. I got a loser husband, shitty life, I’m stuck in Podunk nowhere without a place to stay, and now I get to add a divorce on top of it. Sucks to be me. Thank you for the drink, my name is Cindy. Nice to meet you, kind stranger.”
“Well, you can call me Peter. And you’re very welcome.”
“Hang on for a minute I got another phone call to make.”
She called a number, and somebody answered, “hello.”
“Dad it’s Cindy, I’m dumping that loser. I’m stuck in a hotel without a room, out in the middle of nowhere and he knew it was gonna be bad weather and never bother telling me. I’m done. Can you call your brother and have him set up the divorce. I want that little fucker getting nothing. We have the prenuptial Uncle Brian drew up. I’ve got all the data that he didn’t put shit into the marriage, so he doesn’t get shit out of it. I want him on the street homeless. I just don’t give a shit. Little fucker pissed me off.”
Dad laughed. “Well honey you’re in luck, Brian sitting right next to me you’re on speakerphone and he’s laughing his ass off.”
“Sorry pumpkin, I knew that asshole was gonna be a loser, that’s why I drew the prenuptial so tight. He doesn’t have any access to the family money. And I’ve just locked him out of all the rest. I’ll lock down everything you have, and you’ll be good to go. Now what do we do about you needing a hotel room or something?” Uncle Brian said.
“There is absolutely nothing available until the emergency services, the churches or whatever, starts opening up shelters and this town is so small it’ll be miracle if I find anything. I’ll probably be sleeping on the floor in a high school gymnasium tonight. Hopefully I might even have a blanket. Just a shitty day.”
“Baby I wish there was something we could do. I just don’t know what to tell you.”
“I’ll be OK guys, it’s gonna take more than this to get me down. If there’s a bright side, I get rid of that little dick motherfucker and start a new life.”
“There you go Princess, keep pushing forward. You’re an attractive girl, you’ll find somebody.”
“Uncle Brian shame on you, I need a room not a lover tonight.”
“Well Princess in a disaster sometimes they’re one and the same.” Dad and Uncle Brian were laughing.
“Not funny you old bastards, not funny. I’m getting off the phone before you old bastards start pimping me out like some street whore.”
“Princess you can’t be a street whore, they have someplace warm to sleep tonight.”
“Ouch Brian that’s even bad for you.” Dad said.
“Once again goodbye, love you.”
“Well Peter now you have my dirty laundry. My marriage is over, I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere. I don’t have a place to sleep tonight. I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do. Any sage old advice?”
“I don’t really have any advice. I wish my room had two beds, but they switched everybody around so the children could have places to stay with their parents. I’m in a kingsize room with only one bed and a chair. You would probably think I was a pervert, trying to pick you up in the middle of a bar, in the middle of a disaster and I’m not. I’m a nice guy. But that’s what any guy would say, hey baby I’m a nice guy. We can share the room if you want, it’s already paid for. I’m not asking you for the money. I’m not asking you for anything, if you want a place to stay you have one.”
“But it only has one bed?”
“Yep, and all the little spare fold out beds, spare linens and spare blankets have all been taken.”
“OK sailor, buy me another drink.”
“I was in the Army, but I understand. Here you go my dear. Bartender one more for the lady. And a dinner menu please.”
She got her drink. We ordered food. And I hoped it would dilute the wine. I thought God, I hope she’s not a mean drunk. But she was only drinking wine, and they were small glasses. She tried to pay for dinner and her card was declined.
We finished eating and she called her dad back. “Daddy, I picked up a hot guy in the hotel bar. I’ll be shaking up with him tonight. So, you don’t have to worry about me. But my debit card was declined. Do you know anything about it?”
“Honey what’s his name, get a picture of his driver’s license and send it to us. If he’s not OK with that, don’t do it. And your uncle said that he will get your cards unfrozen in the morning.”
“Daddy, he’s handing me his driver’s license and his US passport. Is that good for you. He said he was in the Army. He seems like a real nice guy. Probably a hell of a lot better than that stooge I married. I’m sending you the pictures now.”
“Army huh. What’s wrong buddy, couldn’t make it in the Marines?”
“My dad wants to know why you couldn’t make it in the Marines?”
“Tell your dad I was able to pass both my urine test and my IQ test, so I was overqualified for the Marines.”
“I’m not gonna tell my dad that.”
“It’s just rivalry between the corp and their Big Brothers.”
“Big Brothers my ass, you tell that fucker he can bite me. Lololol. He’s OK honey. Wait, was he one of us or one of them?”
“Tell your dad I was an Army staff sergeant. Medical Corps and military police.”
“Good enough honey, good enough. Well, not the MP part. Knuckle draggers.”
“Semper fi sir, semper fi.”
Dad hung up and I looked at her.
“Do you need to get something out of your car, your bags or something?”
“No, I brought everything in thinking I was going to be able to get a hotel room.”
“Well, young lady if you’re ready, we can go up to the room.”
“You know this just seems so much weirder than just normally picking up a guy in a bar.”
“So, a married woman like you picks up guys in bars?”
“Not in a long time, but if I had to confess, it was while I was married to that dip shit. I hope you don’t think bad of me.”
“Ma’am I don’t think bad of you at all. You’re a woman in a tough situation, trying to make the best of it, and trying to deal with a dipshit husband, soon to be ex, and starting a new life.”
“Lead the way, Ohh knight in shining armor, lead the way. And I may polish your helmet tonight.”
I stumbled; I don’t know if I tripped over my own two damn feet. But when she talked about polishing my helmet, I almost went down. She broke out laughing. Hopefully it was just the wine. I looked at her and she was blushing.
“Girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.” She had a big smile on her face. And her cheeks were definitely red. And her nipples were pointed. Yeah, she didn’t make a mistake in her vocabulary.
We got to my room I opened it up and let her in. “After you, young lady.”
“Are you always this nice or are you just putting it on for me?”
“My mom raised me to be a gentleman, you’re a lady in a tough spot and I’m trying to do my best. this is all just me, trying to be the man my mom raised me to be.”
“Are you single? I really don’t wanna be the cause of somebody else’s problems.”
“Yes, I’m single, divorced actually. But it’s been several years so I’m over it.”
“So how do you wanna do this? We just sleep together, I mean I’ll do what I have to do for a place to stay, but what do you wanna do?”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do. Yes, we have to share the bed since there’s only one bed. But I’ll sleep in my shorts, and you sleep in your PJ’s, and we’ll just go to sleep, wake up tomorrow, have breakfast and laugh about everything and maybe stay friends. Honestly you sound like somebody I’d like to get to know.”
“Yeah, I think I’d like to get to know somebody like you too. It’s been a long time since I’ve been around a gentleman. The loser dipshit sure isn’t one. But we have one problem with your plan. I don’t sleep in pajamas. Honestly, I don’t sleep in anything. What do we do about that?”
“Well Cindy I don’t sleep in anything either, but I was trying to find a gentleman’s way to be in bed with a woman and not sound like I was trying to be too much for her. We can both sleep naked, it’s a big bed.”
“Ohh so I get to sleep with this big handsome man all naked. My day is looking so much better.” She had a smile on her face and her cheeks were still rosy red. If I had to guess, I think she’s horny.
I let her have the shower first, and she finished and walked out with just barely a towel on, it didn’t cover much she was a very wellbuilt woman. Fuck she had nice tits. This was gonna be tough. She got in bed, and I went in the shower. I came out she still had a light on reading something on her phone. I got to my side of the bed, dropped my towel and climbed in. She gave me a look as I got in or I think it was just my cock she was looking at, but she licked her lips and smiled. Damn this woman was a tease.
“Well Peter, you may be a gentleman, and I do thank you for that, but to tell you the truth, I’m so horny right now you’re gonna need help getting me off you. You’re everything that I want in a good fuck buddy. You’re strong, you’re nice, you’re hung, and you’re here. So, I think it’s time for me to polish that helmet for you.”
With that she lifted off the blanket got a hold of my cock and licked her lips and then the head of my cock. She was circling the tip with her tongue and giving little kisses all over the place. She licked the vein up the back of my shaft started drooling a little bit of saliva to get everything nice and lubricated. She was stroking my shaft a little bit just enough to keep me hard and for her to have something to hold on to and move around while she’s sucking me off.
She was looking up and down the shaft kissing when she wanted and slurping on the tip. She looked up at me and smiled, that playful little gleam in her eye was so awesome. Just a woman who wanted to have fun and have a nice ending to a really shitty day. She was getting the head in her mouth and was starting to go down the shaft, she had a nice seal and was sucking back and forth her head bobbing up and down. Damn she had some good skills, jacking me with one hand and sucking me with her mouth.
I didn’t know if I was gonna to be able to last very long. She didn’t let up, I could feel this tingling in my balls, and I told her, “Cindy, I’m gonna cum pretty soon. Just fair warning.” She didn’t take her mouth off my cock or say anything, she just looked at me, winked at me with one eye and gave me a nod. OK I thought, you want it you got it and I shot my load right in her mouth. Cindy was a trooper. She took everything with a smile. She was sucking my cock so fast I was watching her just go at it like a teenager. She didn’t lose a drop, she swallowed everything.
“Damn even your cum taste good. How the hell are you still single? Well, whatever, I’m still horny. Would you mind taking care of me? Or was that my room admission?”
“No Cindy, I’m happy to take care of you. Lay back and relax and let Peter Peter the pussy eater Have a chance to taste the sweeter. OK yeah, I know it’s corny. But it is kind of funny.”
Cindy laid back down on the bed, legs spread wide, knees bent. She knew how to set up to get eaten. And I was happy to oblige. I laid down between her legs, smelled a very clean and very nicely shaven pussy. I ran my tongue from her rosebud to the top, licked her clit, and ventured my way back south. I made the laps a couple times and Cindy got a hold of my head, just a light grip to let me know she was there.
She was breathing nice smooth rhythmic and lustful. I ran my tongue straight up her slit, opening it wide and tasting her inner lips. I dipped my tongue inside her pussy and tasted some of her nectar. She was fresh, warm, musty, and delicious. I ran my tongue up to the top of the slit and felt her press my head, as I licked her clit. I circled back around and dipped my tongue back in her pussy, she gave me a little coo for that one, as I pulled out my tongue, I slipped in a finger. I wanted to find a G spot start and get this party rolling. I was licking her clit, rubbing her G spot, and massaging one of her nice tits when she started pushing her pussy against my face. I love it when a woman grinds her pussy against my face when I’m eating her. It tells me I’m doing it right, just the way she likes it.
She was starting to breathe heavily, and I could tell she was starting to get up on a wave. I love the control, how to increase a woman’s sensitivity, how to keep her up on that wave, how it would crest and how I could back her down, push her over or hold her there. I love the ability to edge her, get her right to the edge, back down then back up and back down, one of my better skills. She was up on the wave now, riding the crest, surfing her orgasm and just enjoying being at the top of a blissful wave.
I could feel the buzzing inside her, the little spasms of the muscles of her thighs, the quirky little jerks here and there as the electricity was buzzing around inside her. She’s trying to find a good position to go over, but not being in control of it, and having to wait for me to get her over. I dropped her back down, just a little change in rhythm, threw something off a little bit and she slid back. I got a small tap on the back of my head for that. Her way of telling me, not nice. I started her back up, picking up a little bit of speed with my tongue, I got her right back up on that wave. Now a nice little rub of my hair. She was bucking again. She really liked being up on the wave. So I dropped her back down. She smacked me again. Now I’m gonna make her pay for that one. But I decided it was time to let her go over. I was rubbing your G spot, licking her pussy, and decided to do one last little experiment with her. How sensitive was her asshole? Let’s find out.
She was on the wave, she was hanging on to the edge by a thread. She was teetering over the edge, and I stuck my pinky in her asshole. Oh my god, Krakatoa erupted. She squirted a full load in my mouth, I swallowed it all down. She was thrashing and mashing my face into her pussy, and I was hammering her G spot. She was moaning and yelling so loud, I thought management was going to get involved. I kept her going and going and she kept cumming and cumming. I was licking her pussy faster and faster trying to keep her orgasm rolling.
Finally, she yelled out. “Fuck please stop, please stop. God this is good, but you gotta stop. I’m gonna pass out. Fuck you’re amazing. I haven’t been eating that well in years. Thank you, thank you so much.”
I looked up from my pussy buffet and smiled at her. She had the biggest orgasm face I’ve ever seen, her hair was wet with sweat, her face was all contorted, she looked worn out. And I didn’t even fuck her.
“Damn Peter you’re good. I hate to do this to you, but I need to get some sleep, can we cuddle and just wake up in the morning and see how the day goes?”
“Sure,” I replied. “But you know they gave us 2 bottles of water and I think you need to drink them. You definitely put out a lot of fluid.”
“Don’t you want one?”
“No darling I just drank all the fluid you’re trying to replace. And I guarantee mine was more fun.”
We cuddled up together, big spoon little spoon, and went to sleep.
The next morning, we woke up and she smiled at me. My cock was between her legs and she had a hand covering my hand that was on her tit.
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