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  The breath caught in Kara’s throat. “People will see!” she protested but she didn’t try and force her thighs closed again. Deep in the recesses of her hidden soul, she wanted Ron to do more, wanted him to touch her, wanted him to pull back the moist fabric and explore the places Bobby had ignored. She could not remember ever having been so excited. Her nipples strained at her bra. Her heart pounded so forcefully she could feel the ringing in her ears.

  “Move closer to me,” Ron commanded. “Put your head on my chest like you’re trying to go to sleep. Our coats will hide everything.”

  He removed his hand to readjust the coats, stretching them across the both of them like two long blankets. Then he slipped his hand back underneath, hiked up Kara’s skirt, and began to stroke her thighs again.

  Tentatively, Kara laid her head on Ron’s chest. His heart was pounding every bit as loudly as hers. His hand worked its way back to the point where the tips of his fingers brushed her panty-covered lips. “I wonder what color these are?” he whispered.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Kara teased.

  “Yes, I really would,” Ron replied. “Now let’s see…your bra is red like your blouse, but your skirt is green. What color does that make your panties?”

  His hand began to lift from Kara’s crotch, and she had the sudden vivid image of him pulling the coats away to look at her silk-clad pussy. She grabbed his hand beneath the coats and pushed it firmly back between her legs. “They’re red, okay? They’re red.”

  Ron’s smile looked all too cocky. He began to stroke her lower lips with the back of his fingers. “The Goth girl is watching us again,” he whispered.

  Startled, Kara tried to rise, but Ron held her firmly in place with the arm he had wrapped around her shoulders.

  Sure enough, Kara could see the Goth girl. She had rings piercing her lips and nose, and very black lipstick and eyeliner. She was staring right at them, sitting directly across the corridor with her backpack beside her and her coat spilled over her lap.

  “Do you think she knows I’m touching you?” Ron asked.

  Kara looked directly into the Goth girl’s eyes. The girl stared back without blinking.

  “Do you think she knows I’m hooking my finger into the crotch of your panties?” Ron asked.

  Kara couldn’t answer him. His finger not only hooked her panties, but pulled them away from her lips, exposing her to the cool airport air.

  Ron began to brush his knuckle up and down her labia, lightly touching her swollen flesh.

  She closed her eyes and struggled to control her breathing.

  “When I enter you, will I find you ready for me?” His finger positioned itself above the crevice that separated her labia. “Are you wet for me?”

  Kara slid her hand down from Ron’s chest to his groin. With the coats on top of them, she didn’t think anyone could tell she was taking hold of Ron’s cock through his trousers. He was already quite firm and growing even harder. “I’m not the only one who’s excited,” she observed.

  “I think our Goth girl is turned on as well,” Ron said.

  Kara opened her eyes, peering over at the young woman without lifting her head from Ron’s chest. She was still watching them, one hand buried beneath her coat. The tense expression on her face suggested they were not the only people touching something.

  “Poor girl,” Kara said. “She doesn’t have a hard cock to hold on to.”

  “Or someone to finger her,” Ron added, suddenly pushing himself so deep inside Kara that the heel of his hand ground against her mound as his finger explored her wet inner passage.

  Kara gasped, eyes widening, too caught up in the feeling to relax and enjoy it.

  Ron ground the calloused heel of his hand upon her swollen clit through the silk panties. Kara’s whole body jerked in response.

  The Goth girl across the corridor pressed her thighs tight together and lifted her knees toward the ceiling as her feet came together flat on the floor. The girl’s coat rode up with her legs, still covering her lap, but letting Kara see the backs of her white thighs. The young woman’s skirt was hiked up as much as Kara’s was.

  Ron ground against Kara again, twisting his rough flesh hard on her mound, then he pulled back, dragging the length of his finger up across Kara’s aching clit. The tip of his digit felt wet and smooth and excruciatingly wonderful against her more sensitive organ.

  He switched to his middle finger and delved inside her once again. The whole length of his hand rubbed across her clitoris while his index and ring fingers squeezed her outer labia together and his middle finger plunged back into her depths.

  Kara let go of Ron’s cock to grab hold of and brutally twist her own nipple under her coat. He was pumping faster now, fucking her with his finger, riding her clit with his hand. Her eyes were closed blocking out the visual stimuli so that all of her attention could focus on the flesh beneath Ron’s fingers and the nipple in her hand. Why hadn’t Bobby made her feel like this? Why hadn’t he even felt the need to try?

  Ron’s lips brushed her forehead and she lifted her face toward him. His mouth latched on to hers, greedily sucking, breathing her air, inhaling her essence while his fingers drove her toward heaven.

  “Oh God…”

  Kara broke away from Ron’s mouth and ground her face into his chest to muffle the sounds of her orgasm. Ron’s grip on her shoulders tightened, locking her into place, but his right hand actually increased its tempo, fucking her pussy with all the speed and strength he could command. She tried to catch Ron’s wrist, but he ignored her. Her thighs clasped tighter around him, but that actually increased her pleasure—intensifying her climaxes.

  Her fingers found his arm, and since she couldn’t force him out she pulled him deeper inside her, muffling his ability to piston his finger in and out of her until she actually got hold of her voice again.

  “You have to…stop!” she pleaded.

  Ron clearly did not agree, but Kara found her second wind and insisted on slowly inching his slick finger out of her.

  Across from them, the Goth girl closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Her body silently shuddered in imitation of Kara’s.

  Chapter Ten

  The terminal clock read 1:42 am.

  Kara slept peacefully against Ron’s chest while the snow fell in huge flakes outside the window, blocking out the rest of the world.

  Ron felt good! Despite spending the entire day in the airport, he felt better than he’d been since that terrible day three months ago when he caught Liz fucking Adam. Somehow, that didn’t hurt so bad anymore with Kara snuggled against him and sleeping against his chest.

  The only tremor disturbing his inner peace was the certain knowledge that this wonderful experience would end. In a few hours, or at most another day, the snow would stop falling. Twelve to twenty-four hours after that, most of the people stranded by the storm would find a plane to take them home again.

  Kara would go with them, and the likelihood was that, despite both of them living in Detroit, he would never see her again.

  Fingering Kara in the airport corridor had been exciting, but in retrospect, Ron feared it had been very stupid. She was already troubled by the difference in their ages and this would feed those uncertainties. When she got home again, this moment of passion following her break up would embarrass her terribly. She would want to write it off as a rebound—a few moments of poor judgment following the shock of Bobby’s announcement. Ron had to find a way to make her see today as the start of something beautiful, something wonderful, something so incredible she would never want to let him go.

  He didn’t see how he could accomplish that in the airport, but there might be a way if he could pull off a Christmas miracle.

  Slipping the cell phone out of his pocket, Ron began to make some calls.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Merry Christmas, beautiful,” Ron greeted her.

  Kara blinked her eyes against the lights in the terminal and tried to get herse
lf oriented. In a tumble of flashing memories, the events of the previous day came rushing back to her: Bobby, Ron, the snow, Bobby, and wonderful Ron again. She couldn’t believe the things she had let him do to her. The kisses were bad enough but to let this strange man finger her in public? And to top things off, she had let herself fall asleep leaning against him? What had come over her?

  “I think the snow is tapering off,” Ron told her. “It will be a long time before they get this airport up and running again, but I have a car service that thinks they can get a vehicle through to us.”

  “A car service?” Kara repeated. Perhaps she was more disoriented than she thought, because she couldn’t think of why they needed a car at the airport. They hadn’t somehow gotten to Detroit had they?

  “I have it all worked out,” Ron said. “Frankly, the airlines are not certain when they can fly us out of here, so I made other arrangements for tonight.”

  “Arrangements?”

  “It’s the Saddle Brook Marriot. I’ve stayed there myself on business. They’ll take good care of us: hot showers, good food, comfortable beds—unless you’d prefer to stay here on the floor for another twenty-four hours?”

  Kara was still trying to clear her head. “You got a hotel?”

  “It’s not very close,” Ron explained, “but it’s not as far as New York City. Also, it’s right off the highway and it’s got a vacancy. What do you say? Would you like a hot shower and some place comfortable to wait?”

  “I…”

  “The car is already on the way. All we have to do is go down and meet it.”

  “What…what time is it?”

  “It’s 8:35. With any luck we can be at the hotel by ten o’clock. What do you say?”

  Kara finally pulled her wits together enough to really look at Ron. He was staring across at her so earnestly. His eyes looked so hopeful. She saw no trace of the cocky attitude he’d displayed when he first kissed her yesterday. “How did you set all this up?”

  “Cell phone,” he answered. Then, as if he realized that wasn’t much of an explanation, he added, “I didn’t sleep much last night.”

  Kara thought about driving off into a snowstorm with what was essentially a young white stranger. She knew she should never do it—shouldn’t even consider such an action—but she also realized she’d already decided to go along.

  “Is this all a plot to get me out of my clothes?” she asked him.

  “That will do as a start,” Ron told her, “but I don’t think we should stop with getting naked.”

  Chapter Twelve

  It was nearly 1:00 pm before the car service got them to the Marriot. Ninety minutes of waiting for the driver at the airport followed by two and a half hours on the snowy roads. Kara wasn’t certain what Ron had tipped the man, but it must have been impressive, for his face split wide open with a toothy grin and he drove away singing Joy to the World.

  Their room was spectacular. Bouquets of roses framed a bottle of champagne that sat chilling in a bucket of ice in the center of a small table. Two champagne flutes stood before the bucket, waiting to be filled. A third bouquet adorned the nightstand, which stood against the wall between the two double beds. Beneath the bouquet was a small black box tied with a bright red ribbon.

  “What is all this?” Kara asked through peals of delighted laughter. All she had wanted was a hot shower and soft bed. This totally surpassed her expectations…

  “Merry Christmas,” Ron said, wrapping her in his arms. His kiss was firm and demanding, but not quite the full throat assault she had enjoyed the day before.

  His hands squeezed Kara’s ass, a delicious feeling that she wanted to encourage — but not before she had the chance to shower. “Wait a minute! Nothing happens before I wash and brush my teeth.”

  Ron silenced her with another kiss, his tongue delving deep inside of her. He slid his hands up inside her jacket, cupping her breasts for the first time and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.

  Kara’s knees trembled, but she steeled her resolve and pushed him away. “Not before I shower,” she insisted. “And don’t you come in while the water is running.”

  She backed out of Ron’s arms but paused at the bathroom door, remembering the present on the nightstand. “Maybe I’ll just take a peek,” she said, starting back across the room toward the box.

  “Not so fast,” Ron told her, scooping her back into his arms. “I get to peek first.” He pulled at Kara’s blouse, looking down into her cleavage.

  Kara slapped his hand away. “Not until after my shower!”

  She gave up on the present and returned to the bathroom door. “Remember, you wait out here until I’m finished.”

  She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

  She did not lock it.

  She wondered what Ron would do.

  Chapter Thirteen

  As soon as Kara closed the bathroom door, Ron went to the bureau and opened it. As promised, four flat white tie boxes were waiting inside for him. He took them out, checked to see the neckties were actually inside, and then placed each box carefully on the edge of the far bed.

  In the bathroom, Kara started the shower. Presumably she was standing naked beside it. Ron wanted desperately to go open the door and stare at her, but he restrained himself. He knew she wanted to prep herself for him, and he wasn’t going to ruin this moment for her.

  He took off all of his clothes and tucked them out of the way in the bureau. He was a tall, strong man, with good muscles and a broad chest and shoulders. Whisker stubble lined his cheeks, and there was evidence of the sleepless night in the shadows below his eyes. His cock hung limp before him, and he pulled on it reassuringly, taking the moment to think about Kara standing beneath the spray of water. He couldn’t wait to gaze on her in all her naked glory. He had touched her breasts and explored her hot pussy, but he still didn’t know how thick her nipples were, or how wide the aureole spread across her breasts. He wanted to get down close between her legs and breathe in her musky scent, then let his tongue lick the drops of moisture beading on the lips of her pussy.

  His cock was at half-mast just thinking about the woman. He went to stand by the bathroom door, listening to the water, imagining her within it.

  His dick grew harder.

  She’d be soaping her body, running her hands over her breasts, slipping her fingers between her legs. If he slid in behind her, he could take her under the hot spray. Get one hand around her, cupping her breast, then lift her up and onto him till her sweet pussy sheathed his now rigid meat.

  With his free hand he tried the doorknob. She’d left it open for him — a clear invitation.

  He opened the door, releasing a cloud of steam against his bare flesh. His hand continued to pump himself, keeping his dick primed and ready.

  Kara’s lovely face appeared around the curtain looking worried, not glad. “I’m not ready for you yet! Get out and close the door!”

  Ron did as she commanded, a bit deflated that she hadn’t even noticed his erection.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kara’s heart pounded fiercely within her chest.

  The size of Ron’s dick was completely unexpected. When she had felt it through his pants, she’d thought he’d been completely hard, but now she realized she had seriously underestimated things. Unveiled in all its majesty, Ron’s cock was like a king’s scepter.

  She couldn’t wait to feel how tightly he would fit in her pussy.

  Slipping out of the shower stall, she examined herself in the mirror. Her breasts weren’t as firm as they used to be but they still held up pretty nicely. Her flesh was a rich ebony hue and her nipples darker yet. They were soft now in the warmth of the shower-heated bathroom, but she knew that when she stepped out into the hotel suite they would pucker up for Ron and do her proud.

  She ran a hand across her stomach. Her belly wasn’t as sleek as it had been in her youth and naked there was nothing to hide that fact. It wasn’t that she was fat, but neither was
she twenty-five anymore either. This wasn’t going to be as easy for her as she had hoped.

  She continued her inspection. Running her fingers over the curve of her hips and then sliding inward to feel her mound. She needed a shave and not just here. Stubble had appeared around her trim bush, along her legs and of course in her arm pits. Fortunately, the hotel staff had anticipated this problem, or Ron had when he gave them their extra instructions with his reservation. Disposable razors had been set next to the drinking glasses beside the sink. She took one, and slid back into the shower where she lathered up the soap and began to groom herself.

  Ron had clearly gone to great effort to have the room prepared like this on Christmas. She was going to go to a little extra effort herself to make certain they both enjoyed it.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Kara stretched back on the near bed while she waited for Ron to finish his shower. She was wearing a white terrycloth robe tied loosely about the waist and enjoying the feeling of being clean again. If anything, she was a little bit too comfortable, lying there on the mattress. So to keep herself from getting sleepy, she decided to take a look at the packages.

  The four white boxes perplexed her. They contained simple neckties. Nothing to get excited about, and nothing Ron seemed to really need today. But the fifth package, with its jewelry box size and the bright red ribbon, really piqued her interest.

  She decided that there was no harm in opening it.

  Sitting up on the side of the bed, her bare feet on the carpet, Kara picked up the present and pulled the ribbon free. Then she pulled off the top to find a diamond-studded ruby pendant peaking out at her.

  It was so beautiful her breath caught in her throat.

  The chain was white gold, and Kara could barely contain her pleasure as she plucked the necklace from the box and fastened it about her neck. The stone fell perfectly into her upper cleavage.