Snowbound

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Stranded in a blizzard with Julianne Hough.
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I slowly turned left at the hotel. The headlights from the SUV danced across the snow-covered parking lot. We were hoping to get a couple rooms before the heavy snow made the roads completely unsafe for travel. But, just as I pulled into the parking spot and slid the gearshift into park, the "No Vacancy" light turned on. We couldn't believe our eyes. Just when we thought our luck couldn't get any worse, our last chance at finding a place to stay for the night seemed to disappear right in front of our eyes. I looked at Julianne Hough in the passenger seat and couldn't think of anything comforting to say.

We had been on the road since 1:30pm, but had only covered about 90 miles due to the heavy snow. I looked at my watch - 9:24pm. Had we really been in the car for almost 8 hours? After landing in St. Louis, we had grabbed lunch and picked up our rental car. It was only supposed to take a couple hours to get to Columbia for Julianne's show at the Blue Note, a well-known music venue in the region. But, the forecast of light snow turned into a full blizzard and forced us to drive down the highway at a turtle's pace.

I did my best to maintain focus on the slippery road, but it was difficult not to be distracted by Julianne's appearance. In addition to her lovely face and beautiful blonde hair, her body is enough to make men stop in their tracks, especially in the tight jeans she was wearing today. They hugged tightly to her plump dancer ass. For such a petite girl, her breasts looked surprisingly large in a white sweater. I've often been told that I'm a good looking guy, but I knew that I wasn't in her league. We did have a great time in the car, though. She is quick with a smile and has a sense of humor that made conversation easy and fun. She even laughed at my silly jokes. I couldn't help but be enchanted by her.

I actually didn't mind the slow travel as it gave me a chance to talk to Julianne. I was a big fan of hers ever since I used to watch the "Dancing with the Stars" television show with my wife. Julianne had won the competition a couple times. She was a crowd favorite with her beauty, stage presence, and bubbly personality. She had parlayed that success into what was now a rising career as a country music star and an actress. When I first started working for Julianne's management company a couple years ago, I immediately noticed her name on their list of clients but this was our first chance to work together. It was my job to escort her from a photo shoot to the concert.

"I can't believe that just happened", Julianne said as she looked at the "No Vacancy" sign that hung above us.

"I know", was all the comfort I was able to manage. What started as a great day had quickly deteriorated into one headache after another. A flat tire. Nearly running out of gas. 18-wheeler accident that closed the highway and forced us to detour through the back roads of Missouri. The "No Vacancy" sign was the last straw. I looked at Julianne and saw a tear run down her cheek.

"It's OK. I'll figure it out." I told her, not believing my own words.

She tried to smile and wiped away the tear, looking younger than her 22 years. I could feel myself being drawn to her - wanting to hug her, hold her, and kiss her - but I was 29 years old and felt even older. Was I really hoping that she would be attracted to me?

"I'll go inside and see if they have anything available." I hurried out of the car as the wind howled through the small town. The blowing snow stung my cheek. I had to figure something out. This was the only hotel in town and there wasn't another place to stay for 30 miles. It would take us a couple hours to get there and who knows if they would have any rooms available. I pulled my coat tightly around me and walked inside the small motel lobby.

I was met by the sounds of 4 small children running around the cramped lobby. The parents were standing at the desk and quickly turned around as the door chimed to announce my entrance.

"Looking for a room?" the owner asked as he looked up from his registration log. He didn't wait for me to answer. "I'm sorry. This family took my last two rooms."

"I was afraid you were going to say that," I said with a forced smile. "You don't have anything? My friend and I have been driving in the snow all day and we don't have anywhere to stay."

One of the kids threw a toy that bounced into my leg. The mother apologized. I told her it wasn't a problem. My son used to do stuff like that.

"I'm sorry, friend." the owner said. "I wish I could help you, but I'm booked solid."

"OK, I understand. We'll figure something out. Thanks anyway." I said as I tried to figure out what I was going to say to Julianne. I looked out the lobby window and saw her sitting in the passenger seat. I zipped up my coat and started to walk out the door when I heard something that changed my luck.

"You can have one of our rooms."

I spun around to see the parents of the family looking at me with a kind smile. I couldn't help but return a big smile.

"Thank you. Are you sure? You have a big family for one room."

"It's OK. We can make due. Nobody should be out on a night like this. We will need the room with two queen beds though."

"The other room just has one King bed. It's not much, but we do call it the Honeymoon Suite." the owner quickly added. "Will that work?" he asked.

"We will make it work", I quickly responded, "I really appreciate it."

After the family had been given their key and hurried to their room, I gave my credit card to the owner. I asked, "That room doesn't have a pull-out couch, does it?"

The owner answered without looking up, "No, sure doesn't. Never thought about putting a pull-out couch in a honeymoon suite."

"Guess not," I said with a laugh. I would have to sleep on the floor. At this point, that didn't sound too bad.

"Any place to eat around here?"

"There's a pizza shop around the corner," the owner answered, "And a bar next to it. They serve food too. We have a little breakfast here in the office every morning"

I went back to my car and showed Julianne the room key. She nearly jumped out of the SUV with joy. "You are my hero", she blurted out as she squeezed my arm.

The room was small, but clean. There was a fireplace in the corner. I set the bags down on the bed and went to the restroom. I pulled the door shut, but the latch was broke and the door wouldn't close all the way. When I finished going to the bathroom, I told Julianne about the pizza place the owner had mentioned and offered to run over there for a pizza.

"That would be great. I'm starving." she said. "I'll take a shower while you are gone, if that's OK."

I was almost halfway to the pizza shop when I realized that my wallet was still in my duffel bag. "You need money to buy a pizza, you freezing idiot", I mumbled to myself as I turned around. I used my key to open the room door and heard the shower running. I reached for my duffel bag when a flash in the mirror caught my eye.

The bathroom door had slid open a few inches thanks to the broken latch and from where I stood next to the bed, the mirror in the room reflected right into the bathroom. The door opening wasn't much, but I could see Julianne pull her sweater over her head to reveal a red bra. My cock immediately moved in my boxers. As much as I knew I shouldn't be watching her, my eyes were glued to her tight body. I couldn't make myself leave as she reached around and unhooked her bra. I caught just a fleeting glimpse of her round, perky breasts as she turned toward the shower. Her jeans quickly dropped to the floor, revealing a red thong. It was easy to see the result of her years of dancing as the lean muscles in her thighs and ass flexed as she slid the jeans off her bare feet. I noticed my cock swelling to a full erection against my jeans as she dropped her thong to the floor and quickly hopped into the shower and pulled the shower curtain closed.

It had been so long since I had seen a naked woman that my cock begged me to stay. "What are you going to do? Barge into the shower?" I asked the empty room. I didn't have a good answer. I picked up my wallet and walked out the door.

I returned from the pizza place shivering from the cold wind. I found her brushing her shoulder-length blonde hair and sitting on the bed. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and pair of cotton shorts that showed off her tan, shapely legs. Her back was arched as she brushed her hair, which pushed her chest forward making it very clear that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"The pizza is probably frozen" I smiled and opened the pizza box.

"I don't care. I'm so hungry."

We both grabbed a piece of pizza, and then another. It was delicious. It didn't take us long to finish the entire pizza. I needed to take a shower. Julianne said that she was exhausted.

"I'm going to go to sleep. Do you mind?" she asked.

"Not at all", I said pointing at the corner of the room, "I'll grab the blankets from the closet and make my bed over there after I shower."

"Don't be silly. You aren't sleeping on the floor", she protested. "The bed is plenty big for both of us."

I wasn't going to argue. The floor looked pretty uncomfortable. Julianne turned off the light and climbed into bed as I walked into the bathroom. The thought that I was going to sleep in the same bed with Julianne Hough crossed my mind and immediately brought my cock to a semi-erect status.

I turned the shower on and completely undressed. The water in the shower was taking forever to warm up, so I starting brushing my teeth. Suddenly, I heard the bed squeak from the other room. I looked out the door opening and could faintly see Julianne in the mirror sitting up in bed and looking at my naked body. I could see her eyes move down my body to my cock and then back up to my eyes. When our eyes met, she quickly laid back down.

I took my shower and quickly climbed into my side of the bed. I could hear Julianne breathing deeply as she faced the door, so I figured that she had fallen asleep.

"Had she really been watching me?" I thought to myself. "You are being silly. She could have any guy she wants. She was probably just rolling over." I turned to face the opposite direction and did my best to give her room. As much as I yearned to be close to Julianne and feel her body next to mine, I prided myself on being a gentleman and didn't want to give the slightest indication that I would try to take advantage of her.

I stared at the wall, but couldn't fall asleep. My cock throbbed with a large erection.

Suddenly, Julianne spoke.

"Don't you need to call your wife?" she asked, "To let her know that we made it safely?"

The question hit me like a punch in the stomach.

"No, I'm not married." It still hurt to say those words.

"But, you said that you used to watch "Dancing with the Stars" with your wife. And you wear a wedding ring."

Outside the room, a large truck went down the road slowly.

"My wife died almost three years ago." The words pierced like the blowing snow against my cheek earlier. "Car accident. She was with my son. Drunk driver. They both died instantly."

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

Silence hung in the room for about a minute.

"I'm not sure why I still wear the ring." I finally said. "I guess I haven't been ready to let go."

Silence again.

"Will you put your arm around me?" Julianne asked.

I rolled over and put my arm around her. I noticed that I no longer had an erection.

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I woke up early to the sound of another truck moving slowly down the highway. I looked over and saw that Julianne was sleeping, curled up under the blankets. I quietly got out of bed. I tried not to wake her as I did my daily routine of 200 push-ups and 300 sit-ups. I had slipped a little bit since my days of playing college football, but I still did my best to stay in shape.

As I was doing my push-ups, I saw that her bra had fallen under the bed. It was only a couple feet from my face and it was easy to see "32B" stitched into the tag. The vision of her supple breasts in the mirror from last night flashed across my mind. I would have guessed bigger than a B-cup. But, they probably looked bigger on her petite frame. What would be it like to feel them in my hands? Taste them with my tongue? "Don't think about it." I reminded myself.

I had to get my mind off Julianne, so I decided to see if the owner had any coffee down at the breakfast in the office. I opened the room door hoping to see a nice day, but I was greeted by more snow. There was at least 18 inches of snow on the ground. It must have snowed all night and it was still coming down. I guess I wouldn't be finishing my daily workout with my regular 5-mile jog.

The owner's wife was working the desk this morning. I smiled at her and offered a "Good Morning" to her. I saw a pot of coffee and a couple dozen donuts on a table. The AM radio behind the desk was softly playing an old Sam Cooke song.

I was filing up a Styrofoam cup with coffee when the owner's wife said, "I guess you'll be needing that room for another night. State Highway Department is recommending no travel on the roads today. Too much snow."

"I guess so", I said, "I appreciate you taking care of us."

When I got back to the room with coffee and donuts, Julianne was awake on the bed. I handed her a cup of coffee and put the donuts on the small table. I told her that we were stranded for another day due to the blizzard. Julianne took a sip of the hot coffee and ate a donut. Eventually, she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, "I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have asked about your wife. I'm too nosy sometimes."

"Don't worry about it." I said as I sat down next to her on the bed, "You had no way of knowing. Please don't feel bad."

Julianne put her coffee down on the table and turned toward me, "Your wife was a lucky girl."

I was caught off guard by her comment and looked at her. She put her hand on my arm and her eyes shifted down to my lips. I instinctively leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back and her tongue slowly slid into my mouth. We continued to kiss for several minutes as my cock quickly hardened in my jeans. We pulled back and looked at each other. She looked so young. So beautiful.

I leaned in to kiss her again and we fell back on the bed. She pulled the sheet over our bodies as I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. I quickly took my shirt off and Julianne pulled her shirt over her head. We pressed our naked chests against each other. I took turns taking her pink nipples into my mouth until they were hard. I took off my jeans as my erection rose within my boxers. I climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply as I felt her breasts brush against my chest again. The electricity between us magnified with every touch. It was all happening so fast, but it felt like it was out of our control. I had to have her and I knew she felt the same way.

I reached down and slid her shorts and panties off her hips. Pushing them off with my foot, she moaned with pleasure as I reached down to touch her pussy. It was wet and her labia were swollen with excitement.

The time was right for us to be together.

I pushed my boxers off, removing the last layer of clothing between us. I'm not sure my 8-inch cock had ever been harder. I had condoms in my duffle bag -- an old habit - but first I wanted to kiss her again. I needed to kiss her again. As my lips gently pressed against her mouth, my cock rubbed against her thigh. With that final kiss, it was time to give ourselves to each other.

But, she stopped me first, tentatively pushing me off her. She pulled the sheet up over her chest.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I want to ... I really do ... but I've never done this before."

"You've never had sex in a cheap hotel?", I said with a smile, "Me either."

"No, I've never had sex before. I'm a virgin."

"Oh, that's OK," was all that I could think to say.

"I've always wanted to wait until I was married," she said, "I want to. I like you. But, I'm sorry. I can't."

"It's OK," I said as my erection continued to throb beneath the sheets, "If it makes you feel better, I haven't had sex since my wife died."

"Really?" she asked as she sat up. The sheet fell to her lap, revealing those tender pink nipples that I longed to touch again. "You are so good looking. You must have plenty of chances."

"I guess," I replied, "But it never felt right ... until now."

She leaned closer, pressing her body against my side and kissed me deeply. Her hand rubbed my chest and slid down to my firm stomach. She looked down at the tent my cock was making in the sheet.

"I really am sorry. I shouldn't have let it go that far and get you so excited. But, I can help you," she said as her hand continued to slide down my body. "I haven't had sex, but I've not completely inexperienced."

She caressed my shaved balls in her hand.

"I can make you feel good." she promised.

I didn't say a word as she pushed the sheet off my lap, exposing my thick cock that was still at a full erection. She wrapped her slender fingers around the shaft and started slowly sliding her hand up and down. I laid back on the pillow and closed my eyes. The soft touch was driving me. For several minutes, she took her time pleasuring every inch of my cock with her delicate stroke.

"It's so big," she said as her rhythm increased.

The stroke of her hand was more than enough to bring me to a quick orgasm, but I wanted more. I needed more.

"Suck my cock," I said. I didn't like the way it sounded -- too rough, too crude - but I knew she wouldn't mind.

"I've never done that," I heard her say.

After a few more strokes with her hand, I felt her soft lips wrap around the head of my cock. Her hand rubbed my balls as she slid her mouth gingerly up and down the shaft. I opened my eyes to see her doing her best to satisfy my needs. Despite her inexperience, she was taking more than half of my cock into her mouth with each downward bob of her head. Her hand slid back up to the shaft and stroked me quickly as she continued with her first blowjob.

The warmth from Julianne's effort began to build inside me, spreading throughout my body as I approached my orgasm.

"I'm going to cum, baby," I warned Julianne. She crawled between my legs and used both hands to bring me to the edge. Rubbing my cock as fast as she could, it felt like three years' worth of cum reached the boiling point in my balls. The orgasm exploded throughout my body. Julianne's touch brought my release with unprecedented volume and strength. Spurt after sport of hot cum blasted on my stomach and chest with each stroke of Julianne's hands. 5 spurts ... 10 spurts ... and I was still cumming. Finally, the heat faded away and I was lost in the aftermath of the great pleasure.

I felt Julianne get off the bed, but I was unable to move or open my eyes. She returned quickly with a towel and began to clean off my body.

"Thank you," I said, not talking about the towel.

"I wanted to do it. You have been so good to me," she replied with a smile." I can't believe there was so much."

When she was done with the towel, I pulled her to the bed and kissed her. Now, it was my turn to explore her body with my warm hands. I started with her lovely breasts. Teasing the nipples with my tongue and rubbing firmly with my hands. I could tell that it was a sensitive area for Julianne as she immediately started breathing quicker.

I slid further down and covered her flat stomach with kisses. I moved my right hand down the side of her body and then slid it between her legs. I gently rubbed the inside of her thigh. She moaned loudly at my touch and squeezed her own breasts as my hand reached her pussy. It was cleanly shaven, except for a small patch of pubic hair above her clitoris.

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