Snowbound Christmas

by Veronica Tower

  Snowbound Christmas

  By

  Veronica Tower

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  Snowbound Christmas

  By

  Veronica Tower

  Chapter One

  Ron opened his eyes when the line of passengers stopped shuffling past him, pleasantly surprised to find a dark-skinned beauty uncertainly eyeing the space next to him. There wasn’t much room for her to squeeze into. Ron was a big man—six-foot-three and broad in the shoulder—and the elderly woman in the window seat had buried herself in Christmas packages that she refused to trust to the overhead compartments.

  “17B?” the beautiful lady asked. “I think I’m next to you.”

  Ron estimated she was in her late thirties or early forties—older than him for sure but very beautiful. Her skin was a deep ebony hue, her eyes just as dark, and her shoulder-length hair a shade lighter than true black. Her festive green holiday jacket covered an impressive bosom and equally festive red blouse. The matching green skirt ended two inches above her knees, revealing firm, sleek legs a man would love to run his hands over. All of a sudden, this flight from Newark was looking a thousand times better than it had when Ron had boarded.

  Ron sprang to his feet and worked his way out into the aisle. The press of passengers pushed the woman in close to him, which no red-blooded male would mind. She tucked the winter coat that was draped over her arm into the overhead compartment. Then she bent over to heft a truly large bag, breasts heaving pleasantly as she strained to lift the suitcase.

  “Let me help you with that,” Ron suggested. His white hand touched her dark one as he gripped the suitcase handle igniting a trill of excitement that coursed through his body.

  Her answering smile brightened the whole plane. “Thank you.”

  Ron hefted the case in both hands and muscled it into the compartment. “Wow, this is big,” he observed. “How did you convince them to let you carry it on instead of checking it?”

  “They never give me any trouble,” the woman said.

  Ron found that easy to believe, especially if she flashed that sexy smile at an old-fashioned heterosexual male flight attendant.

  The woman squeezed past him to take her seat. Her scrumptious breasts passed close, but unfortunately did not brush against him.

  Ron settled down beside her, trying not to be too obvious about observing her cleavage. “The news reports say it’s snowing in Detroit. Do you think we’ll have trouble getting in?”

  The woman frowned, considering the possibility. “Oh, I don’t think so,” she said. “And won’t it be nice to have a white Christmas for a change?”

  Chapter Two

  Detroit was starting to seem further away to Kara.

  They’d been sitting in the plane for more than three hours, waiting without explanation for their turn on the runway. She’d paged through her issue of Essence twice and had finally dug out her battered copy of Kindred but the combination of her anxiousness to get home, nervousness about flying in bad weather, and her recent problems with Bobby were making it difficult to concentrate on the story.

  The young man sitting next to her had his laptop out but he seemed more interested in talking than in working. He was really flirting, she supposed, despite the obvious difference in their ages. She wished she felt up to encouraging him. His blond hair and blue eyes made him very handsome, even if he was a little young for her. Mid twenties versus an even forty she estimated. What would her mother say about that?

  She surreptitiously glanced at the man beside her. He was staring at the ceiling instead of the spreadsheet on his computer screen. He really was quite handsome – broad in the shoulder in addition to those gorgeous blue eyes. Too bad she wasn’t in a mood to play. Some harmless conversation would help pass the time, but she just didn’t feel like making the effort no matter how flattering the younger man’s attention might be.

  This whole trip to New York had been one disaster after another with none of the charm and romance she had imagined when she flew in from Detroit. While she hadn’t really expected anything as grand as a ring, she had expected something from Bobby—some sign that they were growing in their relationship and he was pleased that she had come to visit him. Instead, Bobby had acted more distant than ever, moodily watching television from his chair when they could have been snuggling on the couch and eating his food in oppressive silence without any real effort to engage with her in conversation. There had been none of the fevered energy that marked her earlier visits and no obvious joy derived from her presence.

  When had things gotten so bad?

  Kara could still remember that first trip out from Detroit after Bobby had moved here to accept a promotion eighteen months ago. They’d been so excited to see each other that they’d started ripping each other’s clothing off in the hall of his apartment building. They’d acted like horny teenagers, doing it against the wall just inside the door that first time before following up with a second impressive performance in Bobby’s bedroom. By the end of the weekend they’d christened every room of his small apartment and started a second time around the track. The closest they had come to having sex this time in was Kara sucking Bobby off their last night in bed. Bobby hadn’t even returned the favor leaving Kara frustrated, confused and more than a little depressed.

  All Kara wanted now was to get back to Detroit and enjoy the holiday with her family. Pointless flirting with a handsome white man wasn’t going to accomplish anything except to add to her frustrations when this trip to New York had already given her far too many of those for her to want to add to them.

  “So you never said why you’re traveling on Christmas Eve,” the man said.

  It was perhaps his twentieth attempt to start a conversation. Under other circumstances, Kara might have admired his persistence, but today she found it irritating. She decided to actively discourage the man.

  “I was in New York visiting my boyfriend. Now I’m trying to rush home to spend Christmas with my family.”

  Her words almost had the desired effect. The young man deflated slightly at the mention of Bobby, but then he squared his shoulders again as if he had to demonstrate that he hadn’t actually been hitting on Kara. “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I
don’t think any of us are getting home today. Unless I miss my guess, we’re still sitting here on the tarmac because the storm has overwhelmed Detroit Metro. They won’t let us take off from Newark if we’ve no place to land in Michigan.”

  Kara sighed, realizing the man was probably right. A white Christmas definitely sounded less appealing if she wasn’t going to make it home to enjoy it.

  “Try to look on the bright side,” the man said. “If the flight does get cancelled, you’ll get to spend Christmas with your boyfriend and no one back in Detroit will be able to complain.”

  It troubled Kara that this suggestion did not please her more. Had the trip really been that bad? A year ago, she and Bobby would have spent the whole holiday snuggling under a blanket on the couch normally watching Christmas specials as they soaked in each other’s presence. This year she couldn’t quite make herself believe that would happen. There simply hadn’t been a lot of tenderness this visit—no holding hands while they waited on their food in the restaurant or sharing cups of hot chocolate together after a cold winter walk in Central Park. Come to think of it, they’d barely kissed hello or goodbye and the only truly intimate time they’d spent together hadn’t been that wonderful.

  The image of Bobby spurting cum between her lips flashed through Kara’s mind. She grimaced at the memory. Normally she loved the feel of his thick cock in her hands as she pulled the foreskin back so she could lick the sensitive flesh beneath it. But this time she hadn’t liked it. This time the dynamic had been wrong for reasons she still couldn’t completely understand. Nothing had been quite right this trip between Bobby’s constant complaints about the stresses at work and his many failures to even try to connect with her.

  She’d almost given up, but Kara had a stubborn streak inside her that she inherited from her mother. So last night she’d bolstered her resolve and was determined to pull down the barriers Bobby had erected between them. She’d waited until he got in bed then slipped up beside him under the covers and fondled him through his pajamas.

  Bobby responded by turning his back to her—rolling onto his side and mumbling something about being tired.

  This surprised Kara, but she refused to let it dissuade her. She snuggled back up against him so that her groin spooned his ass. Then she slid one leg up over top of his so that her nightgown hiked up over her thighs giving him plenty of access if he should come to his senses. Her fingers began to fondle him again, caressing Bobby through his pajamas, exploring his big balls before sliding higher to feel his thick shaft.

  Bobby’s body began to respond even if his mind hadn’t yet engaged with her. His body grew incredibly still while his penis hardened beneath her fingertips. He stopped breathing for a time as every one of his senses focused on what she was doing to his cock.

  Kara began to tickle his ear with her tongue while her fingers continued to encourage Bobby’s budding erection. Maybe all of the stress at work had been causing some dysfunction and he was too embarrassed to tell her about it. It was a problem a lot of men had at his age. Viagra might help but maybe the real solution was having his woman pay some extra special attention to his needs.

  She could feel her efforts paying off as his dick began to acquire some back bone. As it straightened out, Kara found the open fly in his pajama bottoms and slipped her fingers inside to caress Bobby’s naked flesh. His dick felt feverishly hot and the veins began to stand out above the rigid meat. She could actually feel the pulse of his excitement hammering through them as his erection continued to harden. There was certainly no dysfunction here now.

  She touched the hood of his uncircumcised flesh and he gasped. Pinching the viper’s head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger, Kara gently pumped his foreskin—retracting it slightly then letting it slide back into place around him.

  Bobby began to tremble against her body. His whole form quivered with pent up need and energy.

  Kara pulled gently on her lover’s shoulder and this time he followed her lead, rolling back against her until his weight settled against her breasts. She continued gently pumping the head of his erection, unsheathing and resheathing his meat within his pajamas. She imagined what it would look like, the glistening flesh peaking out of his hood only to duck inside again as the foreskin glided back into place. She resisted the impulse to throw back the covers and see how close to reality her imagination came. Instead, she chose to continue teasing her man, helping him to relax even as she intensified the tension in his thick erection. Patiently working him with her fingers, she gently reminded him of all the kinds of heaven she could bring to him.

  Her own body began to respond to her efforts. Her nipples pressed against the weight of Bobby’s back and the heat rose between her legs as she imagined what they’d do together for the rest of the night.

  She’d really thought she’d been breaking through to him—cracking the wall keeping them apart. The sounds in his throat had all been right and his hips began to lift up off the mattress, pushing his hard penis up against the blankets. It was obvious he was enjoying himself and equally apparent he wanted more.

  Kara yanked the covers back exposing the tent Bobby’s erection had formed within his striped pajamas. She got to her hands and knees on the mattress and forced his bottoms down around his thighs. His uncircumcised cock lay thick and hard beneath her gaze with a glistening pearl of pre-cum just becoming visible on the tip of his penis.

  She took hold of the thick dark meat and pointed its head straight up into the air. Her breasts swayed slightly within her nightgown as she leaned over to enjoy it. She extended the tip of her tongue to touch the pearly drop and let Bobby watch her savor its salty essence. She didn’t really like the taste of semen, but she was willing to pretend if it would excite her man.

  Bobby groaned and thrust himself up against her. He spoke for the first time since she had snuggled up against him. “That’s the way, baby, suck it for me!”

  Kara kissed his foreskin just above the rim of his penis, then sucked lightly on the spot while Bobby got even harder in her hand. Whatever his earlier problem, there was certainly no dysfunction now. Her man was rigid with excitement and almost ready for her pussy.

  His hand came up to caress her face. His fingers tangled in her shoulder length hair and encouraged her to take more of him.

  Kara wasn’t certain how much farther she should go with her mouth. She wanted them to make love, but she knew Bobby’s body well enough to know she had some time before he ejaculated. She could accommodate him a little more.

  She retracted the foreskin and ran her pink tongue across the sensitive flesh beneath it. Bobby’s whole body quivered at her touch.

  “That’s good,” he said. “Now suck it!” His hand in her hair guided her mouth to the tip of his thick cock and pressed her down upon him.

  Kara swallowed her misgivings and opened her lips. She really didn’t like the taste of his pre-cum. She’d never been excited about it, but she didn’t remember it bothering her this much in the past. Tonight that slightly salty slightly slimy combination curdled in her stomach even though none of it was actually down there to go bad.

  Bobby seemed oblivious to Kara’s distaste. He pushed more forcefully against the back of her head and simultaneously thrust himself deeper into her mouth. Kara decided to give him what he wanted knowing he’d make it up to her afterwards. She began to bob on his dick, moving her mouth up and down on the top of his shaft, while simultaneously pumping him with her hand. His grunts and groans encouraged her, but his body made the task more difficult. His hips became ever more active, thrusting his cock toward her throat and threatening to make her gag. Both of his hands were on her head now—prompting her, guiding her, demanding she take as much of his shaft as she could manage—while his mouth continued encouraging her to suck it good and suck it harder.

  He was getting close now. She knew him too well to have any doubt about it. His harsh grunts were always a sure sign. She tried to pull off him to finish manually, but Bo
bby tightened his grip on her head and held her in place.

  What was wrong with him? He knew she didn’t like it when he came in her mouth!

  But Bobby obviously didn’t care what she liked. His hips thrust harder than ever and his cock stabbed against the back of her throat. Slimy semen filled her mouth, clogging her air ways and making her want to retch. She tried to pull back again but Bobby wasn’t done thrusting. He continued to hold her tight on his cock giving her no choice but to swallow his load.

  When he finished he lay panting on the bed. “That was really great!” he said. “You’re still good.”

  Kara swallowed her burst of anger with his cum and slid back up beside him, ready for her turn.

  Bobby disappointed her. “You’re the best,” he said again, before rolling over onto his stomach and ignoring her.

  “I’m actually here on business,” the man volunteered, bringing Kara back to the present. “I’m an engineer, and my company is consulting on a defense contract. It’s worth a few hundred million to our client, and every time they’ve got a problem, I’m part of the team that’s got to fly out from Detroit and fix it for them.”

  “That doesn’t sound so good,” Kara said. The man seemed awfully young to her for that level of responsibility.

  “It pays well,” he said. Then his eyes brightened and the corners of his mouth perked up. “Hey, you’re actually talking to me.”

  The blunt acknowledgement that Kara had been trying to avoid conversation embarrassed her. “I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been rude. I have a lot on my mind.”

  “Why are you apologizing?” the man asked. “I should have taken the hint two hours ago. But the truth is, I think we’re going to be waiting a very long time and I really don’t feel like working or reading.”

  “So talking to me is just making the best of a bad situation?” It hurt her ego to realize that the young man hadn’t been hitting on her.