Blizzard - Sex Stories

Blizzard

... she sat down at the table I saw her as a girl giddy with little girl excitement at being stranded, she was on an adventure. By the time dinner was over she was a 18 year old woman with the body, charms and maturity I wanted to take to bed. I was in trouble even before she ever put on pajamas and crawled under the blanket. In the room she called her parents, her brother and my sister to tell them we had stopped because of the snow and that she was fine, I was taking care of her. She told her parents and brother that we had separate rooms. She later texted my sister that she and I were sharing a room. I cringed when she sent word but at least she didn't mention there was only one bed. I talked to my friend, her brother, and he growled a warning that he wouldn't tolerate any harm come to his sister and he was holding me responsible for her well-being. I got the message, I shouldn't be screwing around with his baby sibling. He knew me better than that, the warning wasn't necessary, but it was necessary as a formality to express his worry about Racy. I assured him she would be as safe as my own sister in my care. But my balls weren't heeding the warning. I finally crept into the bathroom to whack off before I could fall asleep in the chair. The next morning Racy was bounding off the walls with unsuppressed excitement. The blizzard was taking a breather and the morning sun was reflecting off the white world, blindingly clear. I switched on the cheap television to hear that we had ...

... about three hours before the fury of winter hit us again. The roads west were open for about 50 miles but I needed to drive over 200. I was resigned to another day and night in this shit-hole little burg with the stunning girl-woman. Racy lured me out of my funk by offering me motel room coffee then demanding I take her to breakfast. Once we were sated on pancakes and sausage we four-wheeled to a small park where she could rent a tube for tubing on the hills. I had nothing better to do so I joined her. She and I spent the next two hours slipping and sliding up and down the slopes of the town park. She was as animated and alive as anyone I had ever met. Her eyes sparkled with spring sky clarity, the banks of snow paled in brilliance when she smiled, her laughter reverberated and echoed in my ears as light as feathers drifting on a breeze. The wind picked up, flakes started falling, it was time to go back to the room. I dreaded the rest of the day and the coming night. I was alone with a very pretty teen in a dark, cozy room. The single queen sized bed beckoned to me, invaded my thoughts 'I am a motel bed, 'I've bounced under a many mating couples, I'll bounce for you and her.' Racy switched on the TV and asked what we were going to do for dinner. She was facing the television, away from me. My eyes were filled with the vision of her shapely round ass under skin tight jeans. The snow bunny boots and down filled parka didn't hide the length and form of legs that rose from the ...