Amiga ISO Collection/AmigaDemoCD2.iso/ASCII/TEXTE/SEX/ADULTSHARE/T/TRUESNOW.TXT

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It was a grey day, with heavy clouds hanging low over the Westchester hills.
I forget exactly what I was doing, it may've been scrounging parts to build a
test system configuration or maybe I was dumping object code to write a patch.
No matter, I was concentrating on whatever it was that I was doing in the
computer lab so I hardly noticed the weather outside.

I didn't worry about winter storms as much since I'd cut a long commute down
to just a couple of miles a few months earlier.  One of our office staff had
vacated her apartment, and I'd taken it over after I helped them move closer
to her husband's family.  Their new home was just a block off my route home,
about halfway between the office and the apartment I'd taken over.

Peg called my attention to the impending snow when she searched me out in the
lab to ask for a ride home, explaining that because of the bad forecast people
had been told to go home early.  This wasn't unusual, since I'd helped them
move there had been several times that I was offered supper in return for a
lift.  "Sure" I answered.  "Let me finish this up and I'll get you in a few
minutes."

This was a small OEM, where I was one of a couple of dozen software
programmers.  Peg was one of the office staff, an accounting clerk.  She was a
meek person who sat quietly at her desk, never joining in the horseplay that
sometimes erupted between the rest of the office girls and the programmers.
As a quiet mouse, she was unobtrusive and easy to overlook, so I'd never taken
particular notice of her even though we'd gotten somewhat acquainted dealing
with the apartment.

During the ride home I was invited to have dinner with them.  "Dick's hockey
game is cancelled because of the weather" she explained.  "So he won't be too
late getting home unless the traffic's bad because of the storm."

It sounded good to me.  I lived close enough to leave the van and walk home,
if necessary.  Besides, as a batchelor nerd living alone I had no reason at
all to go home to cook and eat alone.

While Peg started dinner I sipped the glass of plum wine she'd given me and
watched TV.  I had no inkling that anything unusual might be lurking.

I had completely forgotten what had happened some weeks before.
        Peg had asked me for a ride over to the old apt. building to visit
        one of her old neighbors.  I thought nothing of it, not even when she
        came knocking on the door after finding her friend wasn't home from
        work.  She explained that she was nostalgic about the old apartment
        and wanted to see what I'd done with it.  It was an unusual experience
        for me to be showing any female around my sparsely furnished living
        quarters, and sexual awareness started to creep in as we approached the

        bedroom.  I began to wonder if she was inviting flirtation, but
        caution still ruled the day.

        Then we found ourselves back in the living room.  She sighed,
        commenting that it had been a tough day and the hours at a terminal
        left her stiff, and asked if I'd rub her back.

        Now I love giving backrubs, and even my sexual naivete connected the
        sensuality to sexual pleasure.  So I acquiesced, rather eagerly even.
        Soon she was sitting on the floor in front of my chair, and I was
        squirming to find a comfortable position as my inhibitions reacted to
        her head between my knees.

        Soon even my inexperienced mind couldn't overlook the invitation, and
        I hesitantly let my hands begin to roam.  She didn't object, in fact
        she stretched so it was easier to reach the curves where her breasts
        began to rise under the sides of her sweater.

        Then we were kissing, only a little awkwardly given our starting
        position, and quickly she was sitting in my lap with her eager mouth
        open to meet my tentative explorations.  It was obvious as our tongues
        met and caressed that she wasn't about to object, and it was
        impossible for me to conceal the hardness aching in my lap.  My mind
        was racing ahead, wondering what to expect and not yet sure although
        there seemed little doubt.

        I was still a little worried though.  Peg's husband Dick is about half
        my size, but this was still the big city and folks can be
        unpredictable.  I didn't want to find out he was both jealous and
        armed, so as suavely as I could manage I asked "what would your
        husband think of this, if he knew?"

        "He does."

        I was floored by the answer, enough so that it destroyed my ability to
        deal with the situation.  I gave her a ride home soon afterward.

Perhaps it was natural that my subconscious soon erased any memory of this
unsettling moment from conscious thought, but as a result I was now sitting
unawares in their living room as the snow fell outside.  Soon Dick was home
and Peg had dinner on the table.

After we ate, someone suggested we check out the TV reports on the storm.
They made it sound bad, and I was told that I should plan to stay overnight,
it would be no problem with the sofabed in the living room where we sat.
Peg poured more plum wine, and some killer weed appeared (remember, this was
long ago when such things were considered socially acceptable! :-).

As I began to relax, without thinking I put my arm up on the sofa back, to rub
Peg's neck.  I was momentarily surprised to find another hand already there,
but Dick said nothing so I decided not to retreat.

As we gently massaged her neck and shoulders, Peg began to purr.  Dick was
soon running his hands farther and farther down her shoulders, and I was
following his example.  We began to explore the mound her breasts made under
the sweater, and they began to heave as Peg's breathing changed.

Then Dick raised her sweater to expose a voluptuous cleavage, and I unhooked
the bra to release it.  I was rather breathless myself now, the adrenaline
level was really skyrocketing as I realized a fantasy was coming true.

As Dick played with her breasts I started to stroke her knee and lower thigh.
Soon my hand was sliding higher and higher, and Peg was spreading her legs so
I could slip it under her skirt.

I thrilled as my fingers first brushed a tendril of hair and then carefully
petted the mound of Venus.  I played tenderly with the hidden lips for awhile
and then gently spread them to be greeted by her wetness.  I tried to find the
pearl of her clitoris and was soon rewarded with a moan as I rolled it between
my fingers.

In the meantime, Dick had given up kneading her breasts and was now sucking
the left one into his mouth eagerly.  It didn't take much encouragement from
Peg's pulling my head down to convince me to join him.  I nibbled her nipple
softly, feeling it harden between my lips as Peg moaned and fumbled with my
belt and fly.

Soon I was kneeling between her legs with my hard cock meeting her thrusting
hips.  My socks and shirt were still on and Peg was halfway between sitting
and lying.  She had one leg dangling off the sofa and her skirt up around her
waist, accentuating the nakedness above and below.  I was overwhelmed with
excitement, so it wasn't very long at all before I erupted into her hot pussy.

Much too soon I was spent, and Dick was ready to take my place.

Peg was begging for more and Dick was happy to oblige as I moved out of the
way.  By now they were lying on the sofa next to me and I was stroking their
bodies and watching his hardness stretch her hairy hole as it slid in and out,
his dangling scrotum bouncing with the motion.  It was a sight I'd never seen
before, and I was extremely curious about my own reactions.

I wanted to lean over and taste their joined flesh, licking our juice from the
vein throbbing in his hard cock, tickling his balls and her distended pussy
rim with my tongue as their passion rose.

But I hesitated.  I thought, I work with one of these people.  I wondered,
what would they and my other co-workers think of such an action?  I even knew
that it was ridiculous to worry about public opinion in such a situation, but
my inhibitions and conditioning still hadn't completely fled.

And while I hesitated, their passion peaked and he shot his load into her
eager vagina.  We spent a little time petting and stroking and catching our
breath, but soon they went into the bedroom and I snuggled into the bedding on
the sofabed to try to sleep.

I was left with a distinct feeling of anticlimax, because I'd been prevented
from finding out how the confrontation with my inhibitions would be resolved.

I spent years contemplating the surprising fact that fantasies realized often
turn out to have unexpected rough edges (I think one author referred to this
as "the zipless fuck" in reference to the fact that fantasy and fiction never
seems to deal with practical problems that inevitably crop up).

And I hoped for years for another chance to find out how the conflict between
curiosity and inhibition would be resolved, but no such magic moment has come
along again.

Anyway that's why the great Blizzard of '78 will always be a special memory
for me!