Melinda and her husband Mike used to go all out at Christmas time, decorating every inch of the house, inside and out. It was her favorite holiday. One of the traditions Melinda brought from her childhood was the family setting up the tree the first Sunday of December. Nowadays it was not just their kids, but grandkids as well. The sounds of children giggling, a serenade of Christmas melodies, make that day extra special. This year however just wasn’t the same, because her husband divorced her and married a woman half her age. Now all she does is grumble and said, “Bah humbug, and to hell with Christmas!”
However, the coming Friday was Christmas. Instead of celebrating, she would spend the day sleeping late, enjoying a TV dinner while watching one of her old taped movies, like “Gone with the Wind.” Or so she thought, up until the phone rang. When she answered it was her mother. She was calling to invite Melinda to come home for Christmas, after all she was only forty miles away. As usual, mom wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“But Mom, I don’t feel like celebrating, it brings back too many painful memories.”
“I know dear, but it doesn’t do you any good to sit alone in that big house and sulk. You must come and spend a few days with us, after all honey, it will do you good. Now tell me you will come, please.”
She frowned and spit out her tongue, knowing dang well her mom would gripe forever if she didn’t. “Okay, Mother, if it will make you happy, I will come. I start my holiday time this Wednesday, and could leave after supper, that way I should miss most of the heavy traffic. Now I don’t want you to plan anything special just because I am coming to visit, Mother!”
“Oh, I won’t dear; it will be a joy just to see you again. You know it’s been over two years since we spent Christmas together. I hate the idea of you spending it alone because of that damn husband of yours!”
“Ex-husband mother, his choice, not mine, so I do what I can to move on. Please don’t say his name out loud, in my book he will remain nameless.”
“Okay honey, see you Wednesday.”
Melinda and her mother bade each other goodbye. She then went into the bedroom and began packing and planning. One big suitcase would be all she needed. She’d pack the car early, eat a bite, check the weather, and leave their around six p.m. After all it shouldn’t be that hard to make the journey home, weather permitting. Following that she went shopping to buy presents nevertheless as she didn’t want them to think she was a Scrooge.
That Wednesday she slept late, mainly because it would take all her energy to endure her mother’s busybody attitude and yapping voice. She chuckled to herself, “Oh I just know she could play the wicked witch in the movie ‘The Wizard of Oz’ and win an Oscar.”
She made a last minute check to make sure she hadn’t forgotten something, and then loaded up the car. Next, she fixed a bite to eat and sat down to watch the weather channel. She almost bit her tongue when she heard the weatherman say there was a forty percent chance of snow that afternoon. Dang-it, if it were up to her she wouldn’t go anywhere with a forecasted storm front moving in. Maybe she could leave a little earlier and get home before it came through. She did up the dishes and headed out, hoping she could miss the storm.
She had only traveled about ten miles when it began to snow, lightly at first, then within a few minutes, heavier. Not the kind of wispy gentle snow often portrayed in images of Christmas, but heavy with flecks of ice beating down heavily on the windshield, making it very hard to see.
She grumbled, “God damn weather! I should’ve known I couldn’t drive home without something happening.”
Melinda thought about turning around and heading home, it wouldn’t hurt her feelings at all to do so. On the other hand she knew she would feel as guilty as hell the rest of the day and through the holidays, because she always told everyone, “Family was important, and they need to be happy especially at Christmas time.”
She sighed, shook her shoulders, and prepared for the tedious drive. To keep her spirit up she put “Trisha Yearwood’s The Sweetest Gift” CD into the player. Music always calmed her troubled spirit.
Luck must have been sitting in the front seat with her because there wasn’t much traffic on the road. Nevertheless the nasty weather had slowed her car down to a crawl at thirty-five miles per hour.
She began thinking about her own life. For a woman of fifty-six Melinda still considered herself sexy. A five-foot-four full figured vivacious woman with long red hair and emerald-green eyes. Her shape was a turn on for most men. They desired a woman with a little meat on her bones, not a skinny one that slipped through their fingers like a bar of soap.
She glanced at the car clock, five p.m., and it was already growing dark. That was okay, if she was careful, she’d make it home by nine.
Melinda traveled about another mile down the road and saw a car pulled off to the side with its emergency flashers on. When she got closer there stood someone waving their arms madly, trying to flag someone down for help. Every time a car passed they got drenched with the slush. At first she hesitated in stopping, because it might not be a safe idea. After pondering things awhile, she decided why not, it was Christmas and no one should spend it stranded. Slowing down, she pulled off the road behind the vehicle and noticed the person was a man.
He approached her car and she rolled the window down. His sapphire-blue eyes were alluring and his smile lit up his whole face. “Thanks lady, I was beginning to think no one would stop!"
“You’re welcome, looks like there isn’t much of the Christmas spirit around nowadays."
“I hear yah, I’ve been standing her for twenty-five minutes.”
Melinda eyed him up and down and noticed that due to the sleet, snow, and slush, he was drenched. Yet, she could make out that he was tall, muscular, had piercing blue eyes, and jet-black hair. She hadn’t seen a man this good looking for eons, and it made her tremble with desire. She hoped he didn’t notice it.
“What’s wrong with you car?”
“It looks like I either have a dead battery or my starter went out. I was going to call a tow truck, but I have no cell phone signal here.”
“Well I don’t know a thing about cars, but I do have On-Star, and they can connect me with triple A. By the way, you look soaked to the bone, why don’t you get into the car and get warm while I make the call.”
“Thanks, you must be my Christmas angel!”
She rolled her eyes, giggled to herself, and then unlocked the passenger door. He slid inside and waited patiently for her to make the call.
“On-Star, how may I help you?”
“I found a stranded motorist, and he needs a tow truck.”
“I see you’re location is on I-40. Want me to call triple A for you?”
“Thanks, I’d appreciate that.”
While she waited, she turned to him and introduced herself. “Hello, my name is Melinda.”
“Hi Melinda, the name’s Jackson, but you can call me Jack.”
“Glad to meet you Jack.”
On Star interrupted the conversation. “I have triple A on the phone, go ahead, and talk.”
“Hello ma’m, this is Charlie, BJ’s Wrecker Service, how can I help you?”
“I found someone stranded on the northbound lane of I-40, he thinks his battery, or starter is acting up because his car won’t start.”
“That’s a shame, especially in weather like this. I’m afraid all my trucks are busy right now, and it looks like they won’t be able to get there before one a.m., that’s if the snow lets up. Otherwise, it won’t be till late tomorrow morning.”
“Oh my, what are we going to do?”
Jack interrupted, “Excuse me Melinda.”
She told Charlie to wait a moment while she talked to the owner of the car.
“What’s wrong, Jack?”
“Well with the snow coming down this heavy, I doubt if they will find us tonight. May I suggest we find a diner, get something to eat, and then we can decide what to do?”
She agreed with him and then turned her attention back to the tow truck driver. “We have an idea. Since this is not an emergency, why don’t you wait until tomorrow? There’s no use for you to try to make it out to here in this crazy weather. I’ll give you my cell number, and you can call us tomorrow when you head out.”
“I hear you; it’s coming down pretty hard out there. Now, give me your cell phone number, weather permitting, I should be able to head out of here by eight a.m.”
She gave him her cell number and then told the driver goodbye. Turning her attention back to Jack, she was about to say something when he spoke up and said, “Well, that takes care of the car. What are we going to do about tonight?”
She then told him, “Well, I’m headed for Kingston Springs to spend the holidays with my parents, where are you headed?”
“Pegram, it’s a few miles on the other side of there, I was planning on spending Christmas with my aunt and her family.”
“Hey, I know where that is, because I grew up in the area. I can take you there if they cannot get your car fixed. After all, it’s not that much out of my way.”
“You really don’t half to do all that much, lady.”
“Let’s just say I’ll do it in the spirit of Christmas.”
He reached out his hand and said, "I'd be honored to accept."
His blue-eyes pierced right through her, and she had this overwhelming desire to kiss him. Instead, she shook his hand and then said, “Why don’t you get your things. We can keep them in my car for safety reasons.”
It took only a few minutes to transfer his things to her trunk. She looked at her watch, six-forty-five p.m., and then looked out the window. It was already pitch black, with the snow and sleet still coming down in buckets. She took the CD out and turned on the radio so they could listen to the weather reports. They heard the announcer say that it was still storming heavily and, if possible, to stay at home.
She turned to Jack and chuckled, “Maybe we can be one step ahead of this storm. You look for a place to eat while I drive.”
As they drove she told Jack a little about herself, adding that this year she was having a terrible time adjusting to things because she just went through a divorce.
Jack was apologetic and began telling her about himself, his place of employment, adding that he’d made director of marketing is less than four years. At thirty-five, that was not an easy task.
She liked his personality and sense of humor. It made it easy for her to forget the problems in her own life. Fifteen minutes passed as they crept along, but it felt like hours. The road was beginning to get slippery, and after they saw a couple of wrecks, she knew they should stop for the night as soon as possible.
Before she could say anything Jack piped up, “Hey, I see a Denny’s, we can stop there.”
She hesitated for a moment then spoke up and said, “Jack I also see a Holiday Inn Express, and since the road is really getting dangerously slippery, I think we should stay there for the night.”
“I was just wondering about asking you if we should just find a motel for the night, but didn’t know how to approach you.”
Melinda laughed, “I think you have been reading my mind.”
Jack smirked and said, “Since you were nice enough to stop and help me, don’t worry about the expense. I can put it on my company’s charge card.”
“Thanks for the gesture, it wasn’t needed, but I appreciate it.”
She smiled politely, but in the back of her mind she was screaming, “Sure beats spending a boring evening traveling in this bleak weather or listening to mom’s gossip.”
After she pulled into the parking lot he touched her shoulder. “I’ll go in and get us a couple of rooms, okay?”
“Sure, it will give me time to calm down from the ride.”
It wasn’t long before he came back out to the car with a troubled look on his face.
“Uh-oh, what’s wrong?”
“They only have one room available, with one bed, they said they can bring in another roll away bed if we want. I’m sorry, but that’s all they have.”
She blushed, batted her eyes, tried to sound calm, and said, “Don’t worry, under these circumstances, we can make do. I’m too exhausted to drive down the road for something better.”
“Okay, well here’s your key, tell me what to get you from the trunk and I’ll bring it to the room, there is no need for both of us to stand out in this weather.”
She went to the trunk, opened it, pointed out the bag she brought and asked, “Sure you can handle things?”
“Yes, now go inside and get warm, and make sure you turn the heat up in the room, I’m freezing.”
Melinda turned around so he couldn’t see her naughty expression and walked toward the motel door. She whispered, “I have ways to warm you that are better than that heater.”
The first thing she did when she entered the room was kick off her shoes. Next she called her parents. Of course, omitting the details about the stranded male motorist she picked up. Her mother would have a conniption fit if she knew.
“Hi Mom, I’m afraid I won’t be there tonight, I’m stranded in the storm. I’ve checked into the Holiday Inn Express.”
“Oh my, are you okay my dear? I wondered if you decided to drive here. I seen the weather and thought you might not.”
“It wasn’t doing anything when I left home, Mom. Tell Dad I’m okay and not to worry. However, it looks like I might be here a couple of days too. I’ll call you when I leave here. Goodbye.”
“Thanks for calling honey. Your dad said to say hi, and that he will save some eggnog for you. Bye dear.”
She had just hung up the phone when someone knocked on the door, “It’s Jack, let me in, my arms are full.”
“Okay, give me a second.”
She helped with the luggage then turned to Jack and suggested, “Better get out of those wet clothes and maybe take a hot shower to warm up.”
It was then that he really got a good look at Melinda. He licked his lips and felt his mouth go dry. Wow, she was gorgeous and he loved full figured women, especially ones with red hair and green eyes. He felt himself quivering clear to his dick. He almost said something, but decided not to because she might be offended.
Instead he hung up his coat. “Hey, that’s a great idea.”
He then gathered some dry clothes and headed for the shower.
She watched him closely as he walked to the bathroom. She almost bit her tongue when she saw his muscles rippling through his shirt. “Oh my god, I wonder what he looks like naked.” She quickly turned away so he would not notice her staring.
“Jack, I think I will see what they have to offer in room service, I’m getting hungry.”
She was about to dial the phone when she stopped, maybe she’d better ask him what he wanted before she ordered. She got off the bed and made her way to the bathroom
The moment Jack was in the shower he reached down to touch his quivering cock. As his hand slid around it, he wished it was Melinda’s hands stroking him. As the hot water pelted his skin, his hands jacked his cock.
A knock on the door interrupted his happy mood. Melinda was mumbling something.
He shook his head, because he couldn’t understand her. He peeked around the shower curtain and yelled, “I can’t hear you, open the door a crack and tell me what you just said.”
He then froze, oh shit, what if she sees my dick? He quickly tried his best to hide it.
The moment she opened the door a bit, she gasped. She only intended to tell him what she said and not look at him. However, she couldn’t take her eyes off his nude body glistening through the shower curtain, he was gorgeous. That was when she saw it. Oh, my god, he had a hard on.
“Ah, ah Jack, I was going to ask what you wanted from room service. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
Jack smirked devilishly. “Well, my question for you is, do you like what you see?”
She blushed and blurted out, “Yes, but I think I’ll let you finish your shower before I order room service."
“Why thank you. I hope I don’t offend you, but I have an idea, why don’t you join me? There is always room for two, especially for a beautiful redhead."
Melinda stood there in awe for a second, toying with the words he just said. She winked and then told herself, “Why not, it’s time I have a bit of fun on my own, it has been too damn long since I’d even seen a man, let alone touch one!”
“Sure thing, give me time to take off my clothing and I’ll join you honey.”
“That’s the spirit, come here baby. After all, I can show you just how appreciative I am for what you’re doing for me, my Christmas Angel.”
Melinda thought she would pass out from anticipation. With trembling fingers she took off her clothing right there. She walked into the room and climbed into the shower with Jack.
The moment his hands touched her, she felt a spark that went clear to the center of her womanhood. When their lips met she wanted to shout, “Ooooh baby, I need and want you, make me feel like a woman again!”
He leaned down and kissed her as their tongues did the dance of lovers. Hot damn, it felt like a bolt of lightning just struck him. No woman ever did this to him before. He held on to her tightly because he thought he might go weak in the knees.
She broke the kiss and asked, “Jack how’d you like to be my Christmas present this year?"
“Baby, I know you’ve been hurt real bad, and if you’ll allow me to, I can love those memories away. Give me a chance honey; I want to be more than just your present.”
Melinda looked like a scared deer in the headlights. She sighed, licked her lips, and uttered, “Jack go slow, please, one step at a time. I’m not promising anything, let’s just see what happens.”
“Okay, I can do that. However, right now, how about us getting out of this shower and ending what we started on that big bed in the other room?”
She nodded yes and he helped her out of the shower. They dried each other off and she let him lead her by the hand to the bed. She wondered if he needed her as bad as she did him.
He kissed her softly as he laid her on the bed. His hands then started caressing her with a feathery touch starting at her lips and working downward toward her beautiful big breasts.
As he traced her skin with his fingers, Melinda lifted her chest to him, ran her fingers through his hair, and purred, “Ooooh god, yes, I love what you’re doing to me, please don’t stop!”
He couldn’t believe his eyes, her full breasts sagged a bit but the hard nipples were pink and stood out begging for attention. He kissed one and then the other as his hands kneaded her globes. He then held the nipple with his teeth, ran his tongue across it feeling it harden, one and then the other. She reacted by gasping and arching her back toward him. After a few moments he started kissing his way downward, feeling her stomach shivering with desire slightly. When he came to her naval, he flicked it with his tongue.
One of her hands began to stroke the middle of his back and she felt him quiver. God, she desired him to feel him taste, touch, and play with every delectable inch of her.
“Ooooh baby, you sure know how to push a woman’s buttons! Jack, please eat my pussy!”
He moved and positioned himself between her legs, her downy soft pussy hairs were drenched, and the aroma was intoxicating. He spread her labia and slid his tongue from her clit to the hole.
When he stuck it inside her vaginal orifice she moaned, “Yes, ooooh fuck, yes,” pulling his head so close he gasped for air.
He reached out to hold on to her hips as his mouth began to tantalize her clit more and his finger entered the pulsating hole. All of a sudden Melinda began squealing in delight and it was apparent that she was close to climax. Jack then took her clit in his teeth and bit it gently. She bucked, held his head like a vice, and shuddered with her first orgasm.
"Oh my god, Jack, I love the way that you show your gratitude!”
He grinned. "Baby, I haven’t shown you enough gratitude yet, the fun is just beginning!"
The sensations were indescribable. Melinda never would have guessed that any man could or would make her feel like a woman again. She wanted to reach down and play with his cock and balls.
“Jack, how about we do a sixty-nine?”
“Not yet baby, I want to make love to you like you’ve experienced before.”
“You can, but I want to touch your cock and balls, I love doing that. Just in case you’re wondering something, I love to suck and swallow.”
He felt his balls tighten when she said those words. “Well then how’s about I fuck your cute little mouth, sugar?”
“Bring that beautiful cock to me baby, dinner can wait a little while longer, I’m hungry for tube steak!”
He moved up next to her on the bed. She pushed him down on his back, got between his legs, and engulfed his entire dick with one swallow, all eight inches of it. He watched in awe as her fingers, tongue and long hair tantalized his dick.
“Oh fuck, you weren’t just whistling Dixie; you really know how to suck a dick!”
She loved the taste of his cock. That was something “you know who” never allowed her to do much. She watched his face and she moved up and down his pulsating shaft. It was then that her throbbing clit screamed, ‘enough sucking doll, let’s fuck!’
She stopped sucking and shrieked, “I need to be fucked Jack!”
He pulled her up on to him and she hovered over his cock. He held her hips while she guided her wanting pussy down on his pole. Slowly she began to rock back and forth, reveling in the feeling of his cock deep inside her. Melinda leaned forward and they kissed deep and hard.
He thrust his cock into her like a jackhammer on concrete, thrusting hard, deep, and fast, feeling the tip-hitting bottom.
She cried out, “Oooooh god, fuck me baby!”
His hands steadied her waist as waves of sheer pleasure washed over him. When she broke the kiss he latched on to her right nipple and started chewing it as his cock tantalized her hot box.
She closed her eyes, rode him hard and moaned, “Mmmmm! I like what you’re doing honey!”
He stopped sucking her tit for a moment and watched himself penetrating her pussy. Each time she slammed herself down on him he shuddered, close to blowing his load. Deeper, harder, with a steady rhythm, they made love.
With a panting voice he uttered, "I'm gonna cum! Can I cum inside you doll?"
She looked lovingly into his eyes and she felt something between them that she had not felt for a very long time. She squealed, “Cum inside my hot cunt!”
He thrust deeper, harder, with her pussy muscles gripping him like a vice. A few more thrusts were all it took for him to go rigid and he exploded deep inside her.
As soon as she felt his hot cum inside her, it triggered another climax. "OH GOD!" She collapsed on top of him, gasping for air.
He touched her cheek softly and whispered, “Oh my pretty Christmas Angel; that was wonderful."
Melinda sighed, moved off him, curled up in his arms, and laid her head against his chest.
They lay there for a few moments basking in the afterglow. He leaned down, kissed her forehead and asked, “What would you say if I told you I was thinking about calling my aunt and making up some excuse saying I cannot make it to her house for a few days?”
“I’d say why not, it’s time for me to put the past behind me and feel like a woman again. I’ll call my mom and tell her we’re going to be stranded for a couple more days at least.”
He smiled mischievously, “Well, my pretty Christmas Angel, how about I take the time to bend that halo of yours?”
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