Message-ID: <6750eli$9712261338@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Ann Douglas Subject: AnnD: Snowbound - (2/2) - MF Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <3.0.1.32.19971223215011.006c4054@pop.tiac.net> Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Snowbound Part Two by Ann Douglas “Did your desk clerk tell you that we’d need an extra room for Ilyssia?” Sean asked. “An extra room?” Bobby repeated. “No, he just told me that you’d called and said that you were bringing a girl with you. I just assumed that....” Seeing where Bobby was headed, Sean quickly cut him off. “Bobby, she’s a friend of my daughter’s.” he said in a lower tone. “I happened to run into her at the airport.” “Shit, Sean, I believe you.” Bobby replied. “But even if that idiot clerk had gotten your phone message straight, I don’t have another room to be had. I’ve even had my staff quad up in order to rent out their rooms.” Sean turned and looked at Ilyssia for a moment, a look of apology on his face. “Of course I suppose I could give her my room and bunk in with you.” Bobby mused. “I did save you my best room, it’s up on the second floor.” Sean realized the offer Bobby was making. Ever since he lost the use of his legs, Bobby never slept anywhere but on the first floor of a building. He had a terrible fear of fire and was forever worried about being trapped on the second floor. “No, Bobby, that won’t be necessary.” Sean said. “We’ll make do.” “I’ll do it, you know that.” Bobby said. “I know you would, but I don’t want you to.” Sean said. “All right, but you know how I feel about you, pal.” Bobby said. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be laying in a plot in some Veteran’s Cemetery instead of in this chair. It might not have been a perfect life, but it’s still a life.” The bearded man had caught Ilyssia’s interest. He could tell that she’d been wondering about the connection between the two men. “Don’t let this old fart fool you.” Bobby said to Ilyssia. “He’s one of the bravest men I’ve ever known.” “Bobby, let’s not get into this.” Sean said, somewhat embarrassed. “It was back in ‘65, when old LBJ was President.” Bobby said, determined to tell his story. “We were two of the lucky one’s who got to spend their summer vacations in beautiful, tropical, South Vietnam.” Sean was now clearly annoyed but Ilyssia was totally fascinated. Bobby was talking about names and places she’s only seen in a history book. “We were on guard duty one night in Tuy Hoa, up by Highway One, when Charlie opened up with a motor barrage.” Bobby said as his eyes saw images from decades past. “So like the brave soul I was, I froze. Just like that, scared stiff. Then the lights go out as I catch some fragments from a round that landed way too close. Next thing I know, Sean here grabs hold of me and carries me into a ditch, saving what was left of my miserable life.” “Bobby, how many times do I have to tell you. There was nothing brave about it.” Sean interjected. “I was diving for the ditch and you were between me and it. I had to knock you into it in order to get by.” “Bullshit!” Bobby thundered. “I’m not going to sit here and let this little lady think you were some kind of coward.” Quickly he turned his attention back to Ilyssia. “What he’s not telling you, pretty lady, is that once the shelling stopped, Charlie started to storm the base. Sean here picks me up and carries me a half mile through the jungle and around the flank of the VC attack. All the while, the SOB is bleeding like a mother fu.... er like a stuck pig, from a fragment he caught in his own leg. It was enough to get us both shipped home ” Ilyssia knew the story was true. She’d seen the long jagged scar on Sean’s leg numerous times over the years when she’d been over to swim in the O’Shaughnessey’s pool. Sean would never explain how he’d got it, just that it was an old injury. “Okay, history lessons over.” Sean said, changing the subject. “I think it’s time we turned in.” “Room 214.” Bobby said as he handed them a set of keys, now satisfied that he’d said his piece. “Just off the top of the stairs.” As Sean leaned over to take to keys, Bobby whispered too low for Ilyssia to hear. “I’m afraid it only has a double bed, pal.” he said. “But maybe you can string a blanket across the middle like they did in those old movies.” he laughed. “Bobby never changes.” Sean thought as he picked up his bag and began to follow Ilyssia up the stairs. “He’s still incorrigible. But then, that’s why I still love him so.” True to his word, Bobby had saved the best room in the house for his friend. It wasn’t the Hilton, but it was more than comfortable. Most of the rooms on the first floor had been cut in half and reconstructed to accommodate the hourly trade. “It’s pretty nice, you have to admit.” Sean noted. “Right now, all I care about is that it has a hot shower.” Ilyssia said. “I feel like I’ve been in these clothes for days.” “Well the bathroom’s all yours.” Sean said as he tossed his bag on the bed and opened it to get out his stuff. The sound of running water filled the room as he heard Ilyssia turn on the shower. Sean tried to block out the image of the young woman behind the thin door, now devoid of clothes and stepping under the warm stream. There was no denying that Lisa, now Ilyssia had grown into a quite desirable young woman. In fact, she was even more attractive that her mother at her age. The Giordano’s had been one of the first couples they had become friendly with when they moved to Spring Valley. After first meeting Donna Giordano, Sean was almost sorry that they had left their spouse swapping days behind them. He didn’t blame Bobby for assuming that he had brought her there to help warm his bed. As if a young woman like that would be interested in an old fossil like him. Still a man could fantasize, no harm in that after all. Sitting in the room, continuing to listen to the sound of running water through the thin walls, Sean thought back to when Kimberly and Lisa were still teens. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of them, as well as some of their friends, to sleep over. Many Sunday mornings he would come down to the living room and find a half dozen girls in various types of undergarments spread around the room. Most of them totally oblivious of the effect their budding bodies were having on the male of the species. At least in those early years because he suspected that as they grew they learned that lesson rather quickly. He had to suppress a smile as he thought of the night he caught his youngest son, Kevin, spying on the girls after Kimberly’s 16th birthday party. The 14 year old was hiding in the hallway and playing with his cock as he tried to get a look while the girls changed clothes. Getting that look himself as he sent Kevin back to his room, Sean realized that none of them were little girls anymore. Heading up the stairs, Sean noticed that like his son, he was sporting a first class hard on. The next morning, Amanda commented that she couldn’t remember the last time he’d come to bed so horny or when they’d spent so much of the night making love. Yes, it didn’t hurt to fantasize. The hot water splashing against her skin felt so good to Ilyssia. How much better this was than spending the night in the airport. She let her mind drift as she soaped up the wash rag and ran it across her small, rounded breasts. Imagine Sean O’Shaughnessey being some kind of hero in Vietnam. Someone who actually did some of the things in the history books she read in school. She couldn’t imagine anyone having done something like that and then keeping it a secret all these years. Ilyssia had always had somewhat of a crush on Kimberly’s dad. She thought most of the girl’s in their circle did. Of all the dad’s they thought he was the coolest. Even on those nights when they huddled together and talked about who they’d like to do it with, Mr. O’Shaughnessey’s name sometimes found it’s way into the discussion. Of course never when Kimberly was around, and always with the provision that ‘if only he wasn’t so much older than they were.” It was funny, she thought as she ran the washcloth between her legs, the gap between their ages didn’t seem so big now. Even though he was now past fifty, he seemed closer to her 24 years then when he was only 42 and she was 16. “I guess that’s because we’re both adults now.” Ilyssia thought as she took hold of her long hair and ran the hot water through it. “I guess the older you get, the less age matters.” She thought of Cynthia Moskowitz, a girl who had worked for the firm last summer. She had left to marry a much older man. He was 56 and she was 23. People kept saying how she was throwing her life away. After all, most of the girls in the office said, it wasn’t like the guy was rich or anything. He wasn’t even handsome, most said. The bulk of men in the office just kind of smirked and whispered comments to each other about how the groom was a luck so and so. Ilyssia remembered being close enough to hear when Sally Levin cornered Cynthia in the ladies room one afternoon and actually asked her how she could go to bed with such an old guy. Rather than be intimidated by her presumption, Cynthia looked Sally right in the eyes and said it was easy -- because he was a great fuck! She added that Sally could keep on humping the teenage delivery boys, something that was almost an open secret among the girls in the office, but that there was no substitute for experience. “I wonder what it would be like,” Ilyssia asked herself. “To actually sleep with Sean.” It was a question she had considered many times as a teenager, but this was the first time it had been answered by a sudden tingling between her legs. As he heard the water in the bathroom shut off, Sean was considering the sleeping arrangements for the night. While the king size bed was certainly large enough for both of them, perhaps prudence dictated that he take the couch. It didn’t look too uncomfortable. While it would never occur to him to take advantage of the situation, he didn’t trust himself not to innocently roll over during the night and reach out for the warm body next to him. He still had erotic dreams some nights and would rather not tempt fate. It might be too embarrassing. “Oh that felt great.” Ilyssia said as she stepped out of the bathroom, her now clean body concealed only by the small wrap around towel that she’d found inside. Stripped of the plain travel suit she’d been wearing at the airport, it was immediately obvious how much Ilyssia had changed in the years since the last time Sean had seen her. The long blond hair which had been wrapped up in a bun now hung free around her shoulders. Just below her hair, only partially concealed by the cheap towel, stood a pair of round, firm breasts. Below the other end of the covering, which ended only a inch or so below her crotch, stretched out a pair of long smooth legs. “Bathroom’s all yours.” she smiled with a warmth that could melt the snow piled up on the windowsill. “Definitely the couch.” Sean said to himself as he stepped past Ilyssia into the bathroom. The bathroom mirror was still steamed up as Sean began to shave. Thankfully he had been doing it for so long that he could do it by touch alone. Wiping the last of the lather from his face, he caught the last vestiges of Ilyssia’s perfume in the air. It had the scent of jasmine. “Ah, if only it was 1971 again.” Sean mused, remembering what it had been like when he was Ilyssia’s age. Sean initially turned on the shower’ cold water, both to clear his head and to help take care of the small matter of an erection he’d gotten from watching her march across the room. Some things were still the same after all. He could have taken advantage of his hard on and masturbated, he’d gotten quite good at that lately, but the lack of a lock on the bathroom door put that idea far from his mind. Not that he expected her to walk in on him or anything like that, but it was possible for her to hear him. He remembered the sound the toilet seat in his old house use to make when one of the boys used to be in there playing with themselves. Actually it made pretty much the same sound when Kimberly used it for the same purpose. Until he saw her come walking out, he had been sure it was one of the boys in there. Ever the caring father, he took the time to grease the bolts holding down the seat, eliminating the noise for good. Switching the temperature to hot, Sean closed his eyes and wallowed in the tepid torrent. His body didn’t used to hurt so much. He made a note to find time in his schedule to get to the health club more. Running his hands through his short hair, he took note that the salt and pepper hair was more of the former than the latter. Well he should be happy, he told himself, too many of his friends had all lost their hair. Washing his balls, he discovered that despite the cold shower, his erection was still partially there. He slid his hand up and down the length of his cock, enjoying the feel of his soapy touch. “Little chance of Ilyssia hearing me in here.” the older man thought as he began pumping his cock back to it’s original hardness. Sean kept his eyes closed as he leaned back against the tile wall and played with his cock. Later on, he knew, he would be angry with himself. It wasn’t right that he always found himself having only solitary sex. Once of these days he really should take up one of those offers of dinner and such that the women around him kept dropping. But for now, he was content just to rest against the wall and enjoy the sensations. “Can I help you with that?” Sean suddenly heard a soft voice ask him, a voice only inches away. Before he could even open his eyes, he felt the touch of a gentle hand replace his own around his pulsating cock. “Lisa!” Sean called out as he realized the situation. “Don’t freak out on me now.” she smiled as she pressed her naked body against his, running her free hand through his soapy chest hairs. “I think I’m probably as nervous as you are right now. If I stop to think about what I’m doing, I’m going to loose my nerve. Sean opened his mouth to respond but found his words cut off as Ilyssia’s lips pressed against his, her tongue invading his mouth. The young woman wasn’t giving him any time to think about what was happening. Five minutes before, Ilyssia had steeled her nerve and opened the bathroom door just enough to peek in. She recognized the way Sean had looked at her when she’d come out of the bathroom. The 24 year old had seen it on enough men over the years. She had also noticed the rising bulge in his pants as he excused himself into the bathroom. It was now or never. That small tingle she’d experienced earlier had blossomed into a flame as she watched Sean strip. She didn’t expect him to have the body of a 30 year old, but what she saw wasn’t bad. Obviously Sean paid attention to his physical well being. Much of his body hair was a mixture of gray/white, especially that around his cock. That, however, was as long and hard as any guy her age. Dropping the small towel to the floor, the young blond took a deep breath and decided to go for it. “Ilyssia, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Sean said as he broke the kiss. “I’m old enough to be your father, and you’re a ......” “I’m a grown woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.” Ilyssia completed his sentence. “And you’re not my father, so let’s not even go there.” It was hard to argue with a young woman holding your cock. That was a fact that Sean had learned very early in life. It was equally obvious that Ilyssia wasn’t about to relinquish her prize. “Fuck!” Sean said in exasperation, knowing that he didn’t have the will power to say no a second time. “I thought you’d never ask.” Ilyssia laughed as she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Dropping to her knees in the tight shower, the young woman quickly guided Sean’s cock into her waiting mouth. A sudden rush ran though her as she thought about what she was doing. It was almost like incest. An idea that also occurred to Sean as she looked down at the naked form of his almost-daughter. Captivated, Sean watched his hard cock slide in and out of her eager mouth, delighting in the wonderful sensations her tongue produced as it swirled up and down his manhood. It would take a lot more than a sudden act of conscience to make him stop this now. The building would have to be burning down, and even then he might hesitate a little. “Oh God, yes!” he moaned as Ilyssia ran her darting tongue down the entire 7” length of his cock and down across his balls. “Oh baby, yes.” Ilyssia never enjoyed a blow job more. Hearing his words of encouragement just drove her to want more. She slid his cock back into her mouth, letting it slide as far back as it would go. She felt Sean’s hands at the back of her head as he began to fuck her mouth. Having him take an active part in their play just added to the turn on. She let it go on for a little while longer, then managed to free her mouth. “I don’t want you to come so easily.” she said as she stood back up. Sean understood her concern. Long gone were the days when he could shoot his load and be ready to go twenty minutes later. In fact, it had been so long since he’d had a blow job, it was a wonder that he hadn’t exploded into her mouth as soon as she started. Ilyssia continued to play with the wet hair on his broad chest. Few of her lovers had any chest hair at all, the current rage being to have a smooth body. Nibble fingers played with his nipples, finding them highly sensitive. On impulse, she replaced her fingers with her tongue, bringing another series of moans from Sean. “Why don’t we move to the bed.” Sean suggested as he began to feel the water splashing them both beginning to cool. “Excellent idea.” Ilyssia smiled, giving Sean’s cock one last playful tug. They didn’t even bother drying off. Although she was half his size, Ilyssia was clearly going to be the aggressor. She pushed Sean onto the bed and climbed on top of him. Straddling his chest, she leaned down and pressed her breasts against his face, guiding her own nipples to Sean’s mouth. Sean eagerly accepted the rounded young globes. He could remember when Ilyssia was still a flat chested teen, sure she would never develop. She had been so excited when they finally appeared, trying to draw everyone’s attention to the then small mounds. Well she certainly had no trouble getting anyone to notice them now. He ran his tongue across her small dark circles, bringing her eraser shaped nipples to a firm hardness. Her skin was so warm to the touch. Passionately, he began to cover them with kisses before taking one of her nubs into his mouth. His tongue played with the hard little tip, sending little shivers of delight through the smaller woman. "Oh that feels nice." Ilyssia gushed as Sean moved to her other breast, continuing to caress the first with his hand. “I can see what Cynthia meant by the advantages of experience.” she added silently. As Sean continued to feast on her young breasts, Ilyssia stretched her body along the length of his. Lifting her ass up and down, she began to massage his cock with her pussy, making it wetter than ever. She couldn’t wait until he was inside her, but reminded herself that there was no need to rush. After all, they had all night. In no time at all, the blond tressed woman reached the edge of orgasm. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. Relishing the fire racing up and down her body, Ilyssia decided to find out what else experience was good for. Lifting herself totally off Sean for a few moments, she moved to the head of the bed. Once again she straddled the older man. This time she was higher up, at a point where her wet cunt stood poised just above his face. A face filled with a broad smile, something she rarely noticed on most of her much younger lovers. For the most part, they usually they just looked at cunnilingus as something they had to endure in order to get to the good stuff. Ilyssia had no sooner lowered herself within easy reach when she felt Sean’s own nimble tongue going to work. Driving it up deep inside her, she felt it quickly locate her clit and begin to play a melody on it. She could feel her juices surging under his ministrations. A climax wouldn’t be long in coming. And what a climax it was. Ilyssia felt her entire body tremble as all the air seemed to suck out of her lungs. The beat of her heart was like a trip hammer as she grabbed the headboard with her outstretched hands and braced herself. “Omigod!!!” was the only word she could manage as one of the best orgasms of her life sent her to a land of dreams. The dream lasted only seconds in the real world, but they were the longest seconds of her young life. All the strength seemed to fade out of her body as she collapsed on top of Sean. He cradled her in his arms, kissing her gently over and over. At the same time, he continued to stroke her breasts with his other hand. “Oh, I could really get to like this.” Ilyssia purred as she snuggled up against his hairy chest. “Take a few minutes to catch your breath.” Sean said as he kissed her on the forehead. “Then it’s my turn.” They laid there for about fifteen minutes, just enjoying the comfort of each other’s body. Then Sean eased himself out from under her and stood on the side of the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, Ilyssia could see that he was once again hard. Taking hold of each of her hips with his large hands, he guided the much smaller woman into a position where she was facing away from him on all fours. He took hold of his cock and rubbed it back and forth a little, making sure it was as hard as it could be. Then, taking a step forward, he pressed the head of his manhood against her waiting hole. Ilyssia arched her back, burying her face in the softness of the pillows beneath her. Rotating her hips back and forth, she rubbed her pussy against his cockhead, coating it with her juices. A soft push backwards caused her tunnel to spread open as she eased him within her. “Ohhhh.” she moaned as she felt him enter her. Rather that simply thrust himself up inside her as she expected him to do, Ilyssia felt his cockhead gently move in and out, never moving more than a half inch at a time. Her sugar walls closed tight around him as the gentle vibration resounded throughout her body. With each repetition, he moved deeper inside of her. A corresponding increase in the pleasure accompanying the depth of his passage. “Oh yes....deeper ... deeper.” Ilyssia moaned into the pillow. Faster and faster Sean moved inside of her, the speed of his thrusts increasing with each movement. He’d moved onto the bed by this time, his hand tightly wrapped around her waist to keep her from crashing into the headboard. The beat of his balls against her asscheeks was the only sound in the room, save that of both their labored breaths. Finally, after endless moments of anticipation, Ilyssia felt Sean's body began to tense, a warning that he had reached the edge of his self control. She was amazed he had lasted this long. She pressed her body back against his, adding her own energy to the explosion she knew to be imminent. At the same time she reached down under her own body to find her inflamed love button. Frantically she added her own fuel to the conflagration within her. She felt her new lover suddenly stop his forward motion and knowing that this was it, stopped as well. She wanted to savor the moment. Then his body shuddered, triggering volcanic waves within her as well. Her pussy exploded as she felt the first burst of the older man’s cum fill her body. Raw, violent bodyquakes shook her form, radiating outward until they filled the core of her being. Her climax earlier had only been an overture to a symphony. No lover had ever brought her to this level before. Even Johnny had been a rank amateur when now measured against his father-in-law. Now it was Sean’s turn to drop exhausted on the bed. Thankfully he landed alongside Ilyssia rather than on top of her. Her pussy still tingling from the excitement of their lovemaking, Ilyssia shifted her position until her head was now laying alongside Sean’s now semi-soft cock. Gently, she took it into her mouth, licking up the sweet mixture of both their nectars. It was a taste she truly loved. “Oh that was great.” Sean said as he laid back on the bed, his eyes still closed. “It has been so very long.” It was then that Ilyssia realized that she had been his first woman since he had left his wife. In a way she felt honored. “I have been fantasizing about this since I was 16 years old.” she said as she shifted her body and kissed him once again, the flavor of their lovemaking still on her lips. Sean had know way of knowing she was exaggerating, but she wanted tonight to be as special as it could be for him. She had actually wondered what it would be like to have slept with him when she was 16, but that was only the abstract fantasy of a young girl. The reality was so much better as a grown woman. “To tell the truth,” Sean said. “I fantasized about you a few times back then myself.” “Really?” Ilyssia asked, knowing he was telling the truth. “Was it worth the wait?” “Definitely.” Sean smiled as he kissed her again. They laid there in each others arms for the longest time, watching the snow continue to fall outside the window. Neither of them made it home for Christmas and they made love at least twice a day for the next few days. The old Santa had been right. It definitely had been a very, Merry Christmas. END -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Priorities .... A hundred years from now.... It won't matter how much money I had.... What kind of house I lived in .... Or what kind of car I drove... What will matter is that the world might be a better place... Because I was important in the life of a child. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |