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20 Nisan 2023, 00:41
At least for me, it was strange to see snow in Texas, but here it was. It was mid-February and Maribeth and I were driving from San Antonio to Dallas on I-35.
Actually, the snow was falling pretty fast and I asked Maribeth if she wanted me to drive? She shook her head but I could see that she was tense by the way she was gripping the wheel.
I had flown into San Antonio earlier in the day for a business meeting and I had another scheduled for the following morning in Dallas, hence the reason for being out in such terrible weather.
Even though Maribeth lived in Texas and I in Maryland, we had been lovers off and on for over 25 years. Our initial torrid romance in the early 1960's had been a casualty of the war in Vietnam, but we had found each other again in 1988 and had begun an affair that was now in it's second year.
We weren't making much progress. The road was relatively free of snow, but the visibility was terrible. We were boxed in by Semi's on both adjacent lanes as well as front and back.
Maribeth and I had been casually talking about her job and mine as well as a lot of miscellaneous stuff, when I happened to mention that the very first time I had cheated on my wife was in a snowstorm.
This got Maribeth's attention and she immediately wanted to hear more. Actually, I had related to her several occasions when I had had sex with other women. All of these had been related in bed and always in that blissful period after intercourse. We had come to call this "Story Time." I had never considered that I might be telling one of these under the conditions we now found ourselves, but we certainly weren't going anywhere, so I began.
I've done a lot of trips for a lot of reasons, and to be honest I kind of enjoy traveling, unless of course it is driving through blizzard conditions in Nowheresville Missouri, like I was in 1975. The snow was blowing straight across the interstate so hard I could barely see. but my passenger seemed to be much more nervous.
Amanda was an attorney who worked at a Philadelphia law firm that my company retained when we were acquiring or merging with another company. At forty three she was twelve years my senior, but she still had the body and skin tone of a woman years younger. Hell, sitting in the passenger seat of our rental car, wearing a pair of black spandex slacks and a black turtleneck sweater, she was almost a distraction.
"This sucks!" she said. "Do you think we're going to make it?"
"We'll get there." I said as I stared at the driving snow. "I just won't guarantee how fast."
"Damn storm. We'd be there already if we could have flown. Hell we're moving what, twenty miles an hour?"
"Oh, maybe twenty five when it clears." I joked.
"Smart ass." She said, giving me a gentle push on the shoulder.
"Hey, I didn't schedule this meeting. Seems to me that the law stuff is your area. I just tell you what we want to do, remember?"
"Yeah I remember." She said smiling at the private joke.
This wasn't the first time we had worked together and over the last three years we had developed a casual and sometimes unprofessional relationship. Amanda was twice divorced and childless, but she doted on her six nephews and nieces and I had come to know about all of them.
I had assumed the position of Vice President of Business Development at the age of 28, and I had to have been one of the youngest people in the country in that specific line of endeavor. In the unprofessional moments I mentioned, Amanda would sometimes call me "kid," and I called her "mom."
The snow continued to worsen, if that were possible, but I wasn't too worried about hitting anyone, since we appeared to be the only car on the road. Hell, we hadn't even seen a snow plow in nearly twenty miles and the drifts were starting to get pretty bad. I almost drove right past the exit for Grain Valley, and I was starting to get hungry. I rolled up the snow covered ramp in the deepening gloom hoping for a place to eat.
"Looks like we got Sonic or nothing." I said as I approached the top of the ramp and could just make out the sonic sign down the road to my left.
"Better than nothing." Amanda responded with a frown.
"Ok." I said turning that direction and making my way over the bridge. It only took a few seconds to find the entrance and roll into one of the empty slots by the building. I was almost glad I didn't have to get out to go inside, but on the other hand I was stiff and really wanted a stretch.
We ordered some food and I leaned my seat back to stretch myself for a while before the car hop, bundled in a heavy coat, brought out our meal. I asked where she'd left her skates, but all I got back was a nasty face.
"I'm surprised you're even open." I said to her as I took the bag and cups.
"Gotta be. With the highway closed we're about the only place left to eat."
"Huh? The highway's closed?" I asked, startled.
"Yeah, they closed I-70 almost an hour ago. Sincan Escort (http://arabaankara.com/ad-category/sincan-escort/) The plows can't keep the road open."
"You headed east or west?"
"West."
"Uh uh. Closed all the way to Kansas City, Might as well try to find a room if you can. 'Bout the only place is Kelly's. I hear the Red Roof Inn is full up."
"Kelly's?"
"Uh huh. Just over there. It's little but the rooms are nice."
"Ok thanks! I appreciate the info." I called as she turned and ran back toward the building in the blowing snow. "Well, that explains the lack of traffic. I guess we better see if we can get some rooms."
"This isn't good. We're supposed to be in Topeka tomorrow at eight."
"So we'll get up early and head in. Once they get the road cleared we can be there in about another two hours."
"Ok." She said with a disgusted look on her face.
I let her hold the bag of food while I backed out and headed for the small hotel the car hop had pointed us toward. We pulled up in front of the long brick building and stopped under the overhang. We bundled up in our coats against the blowing snow. "Ready?" I asked before jumping out and making my way around to the front door. I pulled it open for Amanda and ducked in behind her.
"Hi folks, what can I do for you?" A cheery heavy set lady behind the counter asked.
"We need a couple rooms." I answered.
"Well, we got one left." She said, "I'm afraid that's all there is. Last time I called over to the Red Roof they were booked."
"We'll take it." Amanda said quickly. "I don't plan on sleeping in the car!" she said to me somewhat crossly.
"It's no smoking." The lady said quietly as she put the papers on the counter for Amanda to sign.
"That's ok. We don't smoke. Unless you count her bad temper." I joked, receiving a cross look from Amanda as she signed the paper and gave the lady her credit card.
"You sure think this is funny." Amanda said. "I hope you still think its funny when you're sleeping on the sofa."
"Oh there's no sofa." The lady behind the counter said innocently.
"Well, this is getting interesting," I heard Maribeth say as she changed lanes to get out from behind a truck that was spattering our windshield." I paused for a moment to pick up the thread of the story, and then continued.
"Damn." Amanda muttered as she took back her credit card and stuffed it into her wallet.
"Here you go. Room 11. Just down the side here." The lady said as she handed the key to Amanda.
"Thank you." Amanda said politely before turning and glaring at me. I really wondered what I had done wrong. I followed her back out into the snow and opened the car door for her before running around to my side and jumping in. It only took a moment to find the room and park in front of it. Amanda grabbed the food bag and I grabbed the drinks and followed her to the small door while she unlocked it.
We stepped into a quiet warm room with a single queen size bed, a small dresser and a TV. Yep, there was no sofa. "Well, it looks better than nothing!" I said as I surveyed the small room. "We better eat while it's hot."
"I suppose." Amanda said, setting the bag down on the dresser and pulling the food out. We ate in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts. "I guess it could be a lot worse. I could be sharing the room with someone a whole lot less interesting." She finally said.
"Yep, or you could be sleeping in the car. That would be fun."
Amanda's expression said that she didn't share my opinion that it "would be fun"
l got up and went back to the car to get the bags which I hauled back into the room. "I don't know about you but I'm stiff as a board," I said as I stretched.
"I'm not surprised. You've been hunched over that wheel for what, three hours now, staring into that snow? I don't know how you do it."
With dinner finished, I picked up the phone and held it to my ear. "No dial tone, the lines are probably down," I said. With little else to do, the two of us settled back on the bed and turned on the TV. Since she was paying the bills I let her have the run of the remote, and she settled on some comedy movie called "Car Wash". At first it seemed like any other B comedy, until the first half naked woman came running through the bushes.
From the driver's seat, I heard Maribeth state, "I saw that movie once.I don't remember naked girls, but it was pretty funny."
Back in Kelly's, I wasn't sure if it was the temperatures in the room or the movie or a bit of both, but long before the movie was over I was beginning to sweat.
The thermostat on the wall was set at 70, but it seemed to me that the room was a lot hotter than that. I tossed off my long sleeved shirt, leaving me only in a T-shirt. Amanda was still wearing her turtleneck sweater, and I imagined that she wasn't wearing a t-shirt, so she had to be getting warm.
Actually, my fantasies were starting to kick in. Etlik Escort (http://arabaankara.com/ad-category/etlik-escort/) As Maribeth knew, my sexual relationship with my wife had hit an iceberg because of a very traumatic miscarriage she had survived. That, combined with an already lower than average libedo, had resulted in long stretches of unwelcome celibacy, and I would be lying if I told you that I hadn't considered looking for satisfaction elsewhere. But I was firm that "elsewhere" wouldn't be with anyone who worked at my company. I wasn't going there.
Of course Amanda didn't technically work at my company, but when we were together, she certainly was working for it. I thought this was a tricky gray area and I was mentally balancing the arguments in my mind as I looked at Amanda, wondering what was actually under that sweater.
It was only a few minutes later that I heard her say, "whew, it's getting warm in here. I'm going to shower and change into something cooler." With that she climbed off the bed and opened her suitcase. When she bent over, her spandex pants clung to her butt and I was treated to a great view of her round feminine ass.
As Amanda dug into her suitcase, she glanced over and caught me staring at her.
"Gary......!"
I lowered my eyes in embarrassment and I could feel my face redden.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to...." I stammered apologetically.
"Had it been someone else I might have been upset, but from you, well... I'll consider it a compliment!" She responded, then she turned back to her suitcase.
Amanda pulled out a few things; I think panties, a bra and some clothes that I assumed were pj's. Then, giving me a look I hadn't seen before she took everything and headed toward the bathroom.
Ten seconds later I got the surprise of my life. Amanda closed the bathroom door, but not all the way, there was still about a 12" gap when she started undressing. From where I was sitting I could see the one bowl vanity and the large mirror that was set into the wall above. While I couldn't see directly into the bathroom, I could see most of it reflected in the mirror.
I sat in stunned silence as the mirror image of Amanda pulled the bottom of her turtleneck up and over her head, leaving her in only a bra above the waist. She bent over and removed her low heels and then, still bent, skimmed her spandex pants off, pulling her legs out of the stretched material.
I tried to think why Amanda would be so seemingly careless with the door. Surely she had to know that I could still see her. These deep thoughts were interrupted when her hand reached behind her back and unclipped the small clasp of her bra. Even though the fabric still covered her nipples, I had an excellent view of her bare globes in a side view. Amanda then turned and I was only looking at her back when she leaned forward and shucked the bra off her shoulders and skinned her black panties down her legs.
Now totally naked, she took a step to her right, turned on the shower and after a few seconds began to step into the tub, but before she did she looked into the mirror and clearly saw me staring at her in the reflection. I think I saw a smile just before the door was closed.
"Damn!" I muttered to myself. Did I just see what I thought I saw? I heard the water running and I knew that in a few minutes Amanda was going to come out of the bathroom. What the hell was I going to do then?
I was aware that Amanda wasn't the only one that needed a shower. I had been sweating for the past hour and the three hours of tense driving through a semi blizzard before hadn't helped. I was a little ripe and I knew it. With this thought, the germ of a plan began to form in my mind. If one can play this game, then so can two.
I got what I needed from my bag and had just finished when Amanda emerged from the bathroom. She had on a long pink nightshirt that dropped to mid thigh and she had wrapped her hair in one of the towels. She pulled back the covers on the queen bed and crawled underneath.
"My turn," I said, heading for the bathroom. The mirror was still partially steamed from Amanda's shower, so I made it a point to wipe it clean. Then partially closing the bathroom door, I began to undress. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Amanda looking at my reflection in the mirror exactly as I had seen her fifteen minutes earlier.
Though I was now 33, I was in the best shape of my life. I had just completed my third marathon two weeks earlier and that, combined with regular workouts, had resulted in a hard body with almost no fat.
Just as Amanda had done, I stripped down to nothing, but unlike her I had begun getting an erection. It was not yet hard, but it was firm enough that there was no mistaking my state of arousal.
I really hadn't actually seen Amanda's tits except in a brief flash in profile just before she closed the door, and while I had a good view of her butt, I hadn't seen her pussy, so I couldn't say whether Çankaya Escort (http://arabaankara.com/ad-category/cankaya-escort/) it was bald or hairy.
A quick glance at the mirror confirmed that I had Amanda's undivided attention. While she was holding the TV remote, her eyes weren't looking in that direction, they were looking at me. I decided to up the ante. I too reached to shut the bathroom door, but in doing so I gave Amanda a full frontal view.
This time I wasn't looking at a reflection in the mirror. I was looking directly at her, and open mouthed, she was looking directly at me. I shut the door slowly and stifled a laugh as I slid under the hot needles in the shower.
There was only bar soap, no shampoo, so I used it on everything. I shaved and scrubbed my hair. I wore it a lot longer than when I was in the army, but by the fashion of 1977, it was still considered short. Now squeeky clean, I turned the water up as hot as I could stand for a few minutes and then finished with a minute of cold. I was braced. All of the tension and fatigue of the day disappeared down the drain.
I slipped on a clean pair of running shorts and that was it. My erection was still discernible as a bulge and I elected not to wear a shirt. When I opened the door, I saw that Amanda had turned off most of the lights in the room, so as I emerged I was aware that I was probably just a silhouette in the bathroom's backlight. I paused for a moment, and then stepped toward the bed.
The next few minutes will be burned in my memory forever.
As I slid in and sat next to Amanda, I immediately noticed that she had unbuttoned her nightshirt to at least her waist. In her sitting position, the fabric fell away from her shoulder and the full globe of her right breast was clearly exposed. She was blessed with pretty pink areola and her nipple appeared to be in some degree of arousal.
She looked at me, but didn't say anything. I looked at her and didn't say anything either, but my mind was busy contemplating the question; "Amanda, what are you doing?"
Fast forward fourteen years to the car trying to navigate a snowstorm on I-35, I reminded Maribeth that throughout my life I had two councilor's who helped me make tough decisions. Usually I heeded the advice of the little angel on my right shoulder who I credited for most of my successes, but truthfully she was a bit of a prude. I listened to the little devil on my left shoulder less often, but he had initiated some of the most memorable episodes I had experienced in my young life.
Back in the hotel room, the angel, as I expected, whispered "don't do it." The little devil said, "How much more obvious does she have to be?"
Without a word, I slipped one arm around Amanda and pulled her face to mine for our first kiss. I thought is was a perfect compromise between a nervous, "please don't slap me for this," and a passionate "I want to fuck you" kiss. Apparently, I had gauged it correctly because Amanda just sort of melted. Emboldened, my free hand reached in and cupped her soft tit.
It was the first female breast I had held for several weeks and I hoped I wasn't being too enthusiastic. I squeezed her, and pinched her nipple. I slid my hand underneath and hefted her boob to gauge its weight. I pressed it and would have kissed it had my lips not been fully occupied elsewhere.
We had passed some trucks and had found ourselves out of traffic for a while. Maribeth looked in my direction for just a second, then turned her eyes back to the road. To my amazement she undid the top four buttons of her blouse and pulled one side away which fully exposed her left boob. As usual, when we were together, she was braless. Her request was simple, "show me."
I turned in my seat, and cupped her breast. When she felt my contact, Maribeth gave out a nice "hummmmm, that feels wonderful." She made me go back and relate all over again what I had done with Amanda's tits, while demonstrating on her own.
I had gotten into bed with Amanda on the left side of the bed, but truthfully I'm a right handed lover and I prefer to explore with my right hand. When I broke our kiss and began to get out of bed, I could see Amanda's eyes open in confusion. I put a finger to my lips and quickly walked around to the other side of the bed. I shooed Amanda over some, removed one of the two pillows she'd been using and slipped back in next to her. We were now lying facing each other rather than sitting so it was easy to slip my left arm under Amanda's head and use my natural right hand under her nightshirt.
We resumed our kiss and my fondling, but this time on her opposite boob. Of course I had to repeat the examination on Amanda's left tit in the same way I had previously done on the right one. I was pleased to note that there seemed to be no deformity that I needed to report.
Maribeth laughed at this last comment. "Oh, so you were performing a medical examination as a public service, were you?" I squeezed Maribeth's nipple in retaliation for such an impertinent remark and I was rewarded with a little, "oooh."
We had been kissing for a while and they had been steadily moving up on the passion scale, finally moving into the red when I first felt Amanda's tongue slip against my lips. I immediately responded in kind, and a few seconds later we were both doing some mouth exploration.
Actually, the snow was falling pretty fast and I asked Maribeth if she wanted me to drive? She shook her head but I could see that she was tense by the way she was gripping the wheel.
I had flown into San Antonio earlier in the day for a business meeting and I had another scheduled for the following morning in Dallas, hence the reason for being out in such terrible weather.
Even though Maribeth lived in Texas and I in Maryland, we had been lovers off and on for over 25 years. Our initial torrid romance in the early 1960's had been a casualty of the war in Vietnam, but we had found each other again in 1988 and had begun an affair that was now in it's second year.
We weren't making much progress. The road was relatively free of snow, but the visibility was terrible. We were boxed in by Semi's on both adjacent lanes as well as front and back.
Maribeth and I had been casually talking about her job and mine as well as a lot of miscellaneous stuff, when I happened to mention that the very first time I had cheated on my wife was in a snowstorm.
This got Maribeth's attention and she immediately wanted to hear more. Actually, I had related to her several occasions when I had had sex with other women. All of these had been related in bed and always in that blissful period after intercourse. We had come to call this "Story Time." I had never considered that I might be telling one of these under the conditions we now found ourselves, but we certainly weren't going anywhere, so I began.
I've done a lot of trips for a lot of reasons, and to be honest I kind of enjoy traveling, unless of course it is driving through blizzard conditions in Nowheresville Missouri, like I was in 1975. The snow was blowing straight across the interstate so hard I could barely see. but my passenger seemed to be much more nervous.
Amanda was an attorney who worked at a Philadelphia law firm that my company retained when we were acquiring or merging with another company. At forty three she was twelve years my senior, but she still had the body and skin tone of a woman years younger. Hell, sitting in the passenger seat of our rental car, wearing a pair of black spandex slacks and a black turtleneck sweater, she was almost a distraction.
"This sucks!" she said. "Do you think we're going to make it?"
"We'll get there." I said as I stared at the driving snow. "I just won't guarantee how fast."
"Damn storm. We'd be there already if we could have flown. Hell we're moving what, twenty miles an hour?"
"Oh, maybe twenty five when it clears." I joked.
"Smart ass." She said, giving me a gentle push on the shoulder.
"Hey, I didn't schedule this meeting. Seems to me that the law stuff is your area. I just tell you what we want to do, remember?"
"Yeah I remember." She said smiling at the private joke.
This wasn't the first time we had worked together and over the last three years we had developed a casual and sometimes unprofessional relationship. Amanda was twice divorced and childless, but she doted on her six nephews and nieces and I had come to know about all of them.
I had assumed the position of Vice President of Business Development at the age of 28, and I had to have been one of the youngest people in the country in that specific line of endeavor. In the unprofessional moments I mentioned, Amanda would sometimes call me "kid," and I called her "mom."
The snow continued to worsen, if that were possible, but I wasn't too worried about hitting anyone, since we appeared to be the only car on the road. Hell, we hadn't even seen a snow plow in nearly twenty miles and the drifts were starting to get pretty bad. I almost drove right past the exit for Grain Valley, and I was starting to get hungry. I rolled up the snow covered ramp in the deepening gloom hoping for a place to eat.
"Looks like we got Sonic or nothing." I said as I approached the top of the ramp and could just make out the sonic sign down the road to my left.
"Better than nothing." Amanda responded with a frown.
"Ok." I said turning that direction and making my way over the bridge. It only took a few seconds to find the entrance and roll into one of the empty slots by the building. I was almost glad I didn't have to get out to go inside, but on the other hand I was stiff and really wanted a stretch.
We ordered some food and I leaned my seat back to stretch myself for a while before the car hop, bundled in a heavy coat, brought out our meal. I asked where she'd left her skates, but all I got back was a nasty face.
"I'm surprised you're even open." I said to her as I took the bag and cups.
"Gotta be. With the highway closed we're about the only place left to eat."
"Huh? The highway's closed?" I asked, startled.
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"You headed east or west?"
"West."
"Uh uh. Closed all the way to Kansas City, Might as well try to find a room if you can. 'Bout the only place is Kelly's. I hear the Red Roof Inn is full up."
"Kelly's?"
"Uh huh. Just over there. It's little but the rooms are nice."
"Ok thanks! I appreciate the info." I called as she turned and ran back toward the building in the blowing snow. "Well, that explains the lack of traffic. I guess we better see if we can get some rooms."
"This isn't good. We're supposed to be in Topeka tomorrow at eight."
"So we'll get up early and head in. Once they get the road cleared we can be there in about another two hours."
"Ok." She said with a disgusted look on her face.
I let her hold the bag of food while I backed out and headed for the small hotel the car hop had pointed us toward. We pulled up in front of the long brick building and stopped under the overhang. We bundled up in our coats against the blowing snow. "Ready?" I asked before jumping out and making my way around to the front door. I pulled it open for Amanda and ducked in behind her.
"Hi folks, what can I do for you?" A cheery heavy set lady behind the counter asked.
"We need a couple rooms." I answered.
"Well, we got one left." She said, "I'm afraid that's all there is. Last time I called over to the Red Roof they were booked."
"We'll take it." Amanda said quickly. "I don't plan on sleeping in the car!" she said to me somewhat crossly.
"It's no smoking." The lady said quietly as she put the papers on the counter for Amanda to sign.
"That's ok. We don't smoke. Unless you count her bad temper." I joked, receiving a cross look from Amanda as she signed the paper and gave the lady her credit card.
"You sure think this is funny." Amanda said. "I hope you still think its funny when you're sleeping on the sofa."
"Oh there's no sofa." The lady behind the counter said innocently.
"Well, this is getting interesting," I heard Maribeth say as she changed lanes to get out from behind a truck that was spattering our windshield." I paused for a moment to pick up the thread of the story, and then continued.
"Damn." Amanda muttered as she took back her credit card and stuffed it into her wallet.
"Here you go. Room 11. Just down the side here." The lady said as she handed the key to Amanda.
"Thank you." Amanda said politely before turning and glaring at me. I really wondered what I had done wrong. I followed her back out into the snow and opened the car door for her before running around to my side and jumping in. It only took a moment to find the room and park in front of it. Amanda grabbed the food bag and I grabbed the drinks and followed her to the small door while she unlocked it.
We stepped into a quiet warm room with a single queen size bed, a small dresser and a TV. Yep, there was no sofa. "Well, it looks better than nothing!" I said as I surveyed the small room. "We better eat while it's hot."
"I suppose." Amanda said, setting the bag down on the dresser and pulling the food out. We ate in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts. "I guess it could be a lot worse. I could be sharing the room with someone a whole lot less interesting." She finally said.
"Yep, or you could be sleeping in the car. That would be fun."
Amanda's expression said that she didn't share my opinion that it "would be fun"
l got up and went back to the car to get the bags which I hauled back into the room. "I don't know about you but I'm stiff as a board," I said as I stretched.
"I'm not surprised. You've been hunched over that wheel for what, three hours now, staring into that snow? I don't know how you do it."
With dinner finished, I picked up the phone and held it to my ear. "No dial tone, the lines are probably down," I said. With little else to do, the two of us settled back on the bed and turned on the TV. Since she was paying the bills I let her have the run of the remote, and she settled on some comedy movie called "Car Wash". At first it seemed like any other B comedy, until the first half naked woman came running through the bushes.
From the driver's seat, I heard Maribeth state, "I saw that movie once.I don't remember naked girls, but it was pretty funny."
Back in Kelly's, I wasn't sure if it was the temperatures in the room or the movie or a bit of both, but long before the movie was over I was beginning to sweat.
The thermostat on the wall was set at 70, but it seemed to me that the room was a lot hotter than that. I tossed off my long sleeved shirt, leaving me only in a T-shirt. Amanda was still wearing her turtleneck sweater, and I imagined that she wasn't wearing a t-shirt, so she had to be getting warm.
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Of course Amanda didn't technically work at my company, but when we were together, she certainly was working for it. I thought this was a tricky gray area and I was mentally balancing the arguments in my mind as I looked at Amanda, wondering what was actually under that sweater.
It was only a few minutes later that I heard her say, "whew, it's getting warm in here. I'm going to shower and change into something cooler." With that she climbed off the bed and opened her suitcase. When she bent over, her spandex pants clung to her butt and I was treated to a great view of her round feminine ass.
As Amanda dug into her suitcase, she glanced over and caught me staring at her.
"Gary......!"
I lowered my eyes in embarrassment and I could feel my face redden.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to...." I stammered apologetically.
"Had it been someone else I might have been upset, but from you, well... I'll consider it a compliment!" She responded, then she turned back to her suitcase.
Amanda pulled out a few things; I think panties, a bra and some clothes that I assumed were pj's. Then, giving me a look I hadn't seen before she took everything and headed toward the bathroom.
Ten seconds later I got the surprise of my life. Amanda closed the bathroom door, but not all the way, there was still about a 12" gap when she started undressing. From where I was sitting I could see the one bowl vanity and the large mirror that was set into the wall above. While I couldn't see directly into the bathroom, I could see most of it reflected in the mirror.
I sat in stunned silence as the mirror image of Amanda pulled the bottom of her turtleneck up and over her head, leaving her in only a bra above the waist. She bent over and removed her low heels and then, still bent, skimmed her spandex pants off, pulling her legs out of the stretched material.
I tried to think why Amanda would be so seemingly careless with the door. Surely she had to know that I could still see her. These deep thoughts were interrupted when her hand reached behind her back and unclipped the small clasp of her bra. Even though the fabric still covered her nipples, I had an excellent view of her bare globes in a side view. Amanda then turned and I was only looking at her back when she leaned forward and shucked the bra off her shoulders and skinned her black panties down her legs.
Now totally naked, she took a step to her right, turned on the shower and after a few seconds began to step into the tub, but before she did she looked into the mirror and clearly saw me staring at her in the reflection. I think I saw a smile just before the door was closed.
"Damn!" I muttered to myself. Did I just see what I thought I saw? I heard the water running and I knew that in a few minutes Amanda was going to come out of the bathroom. What the hell was I going to do then?
I was aware that Amanda wasn't the only one that needed a shower. I had been sweating for the past hour and the three hours of tense driving through a semi blizzard before hadn't helped. I was a little ripe and I knew it. With this thought, the germ of a plan began to form in my mind. If one can play this game, then so can two.
I got what I needed from my bag and had just finished when Amanda emerged from the bathroom. She had on a long pink nightshirt that dropped to mid thigh and she had wrapped her hair in one of the towels. She pulled back the covers on the queen bed and crawled underneath.
"My turn," I said, heading for the bathroom. The mirror was still partially steamed from Amanda's shower, so I made it a point to wipe it clean. Then partially closing the bathroom door, I began to undress. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Amanda looking at my reflection in the mirror exactly as I had seen her fifteen minutes earlier.
Though I was now 33, I was in the best shape of my life. I had just completed my third marathon two weeks earlier and that, combined with regular workouts, had resulted in a hard body with almost no fat.
Just as Amanda had done, I stripped down to nothing, but unlike her I had begun getting an erection. It was not yet hard, but it was firm enough that there was no mistaking my state of arousal.
I really hadn't actually seen Amanda's tits except in a brief flash in profile just before she closed the door, and while I had a good view of her butt, I hadn't seen her pussy, so I couldn't say whether Çankaya Escort (http://arabaankara.com/ad-category/cankaya-escort/) it was bald or hairy.
A quick glance at the mirror confirmed that I had Amanda's undivided attention. While she was holding the TV remote, her eyes weren't looking in that direction, they were looking at me. I decided to up the ante. I too reached to shut the bathroom door, but in doing so I gave Amanda a full frontal view.
This time I wasn't looking at a reflection in the mirror. I was looking directly at her, and open mouthed, she was looking directly at me. I shut the door slowly and stifled a laugh as I slid under the hot needles in the shower.
There was only bar soap, no shampoo, so I used it on everything. I shaved and scrubbed my hair. I wore it a lot longer than when I was in the army, but by the fashion of 1977, it was still considered short. Now squeeky clean, I turned the water up as hot as I could stand for a few minutes and then finished with a minute of cold. I was braced. All of the tension and fatigue of the day disappeared down the drain.
I slipped on a clean pair of running shorts and that was it. My erection was still discernible as a bulge and I elected not to wear a shirt. When I opened the door, I saw that Amanda had turned off most of the lights in the room, so as I emerged I was aware that I was probably just a silhouette in the bathroom's backlight. I paused for a moment, and then stepped toward the bed.
The next few minutes will be burned in my memory forever.
As I slid in and sat next to Amanda, I immediately noticed that she had unbuttoned her nightshirt to at least her waist. In her sitting position, the fabric fell away from her shoulder and the full globe of her right breast was clearly exposed. She was blessed with pretty pink areola and her nipple appeared to be in some degree of arousal.
She looked at me, but didn't say anything. I looked at her and didn't say anything either, but my mind was busy contemplating the question; "Amanda, what are you doing?"
Fast forward fourteen years to the car trying to navigate a snowstorm on I-35, I reminded Maribeth that throughout my life I had two councilor's who helped me make tough decisions. Usually I heeded the advice of the little angel on my right shoulder who I credited for most of my successes, but truthfully she was a bit of a prude. I listened to the little devil on my left shoulder less often, but he had initiated some of the most memorable episodes I had experienced in my young life.
Back in the hotel room, the angel, as I expected, whispered "don't do it." The little devil said, "How much more obvious does she have to be?"
Without a word, I slipped one arm around Amanda and pulled her face to mine for our first kiss. I thought is was a perfect compromise between a nervous, "please don't slap me for this," and a passionate "I want to fuck you" kiss. Apparently, I had gauged it correctly because Amanda just sort of melted. Emboldened, my free hand reached in and cupped her soft tit.
It was the first female breast I had held for several weeks and I hoped I wasn't being too enthusiastic. I squeezed her, and pinched her nipple. I slid my hand underneath and hefted her boob to gauge its weight. I pressed it and would have kissed it had my lips not been fully occupied elsewhere.
We had passed some trucks and had found ourselves out of traffic for a while. Maribeth looked in my direction for just a second, then turned her eyes back to the road. To my amazement she undid the top four buttons of her blouse and pulled one side away which fully exposed her left boob. As usual, when we were together, she was braless. Her request was simple, "show me."
I turned in my seat, and cupped her breast. When she felt my contact, Maribeth gave out a nice "hummmmm, that feels wonderful." She made me go back and relate all over again what I had done with Amanda's tits, while demonstrating on her own.
I had gotten into bed with Amanda on the left side of the bed, but truthfully I'm a right handed lover and I prefer to explore with my right hand. When I broke our kiss and began to get out of bed, I could see Amanda's eyes open in confusion. I put a finger to my lips and quickly walked around to the other side of the bed. I shooed Amanda over some, removed one of the two pillows she'd been using and slipped back in next to her. We were now lying facing each other rather than sitting so it was easy to slip my left arm under Amanda's head and use my natural right hand under her nightshirt.
We resumed our kiss and my fondling, but this time on her opposite boob. Of course I had to repeat the examination on Amanda's left tit in the same way I had previously done on the right one. I was pleased to note that there seemed to be no deformity that I needed to report.
Maribeth laughed at this last comment. "Oh, so you were performing a medical examination as a public service, were you?" I squeezed Maribeth's nipple in retaliation for such an impertinent remark and I was rewarded with a little, "oooh."
We had been kissing for a while and they had been steadily moving up on the passion scale, finally moving into the red when I first felt Amanda's tongue slip against my lips. I immediately responded in kind, and a few seconds later we were both doing some mouth exploration.