Friday meetings were the worst. Travelling back from Cambridge on a very cold and dark November night was a pain. Luckily, Dave and Yitka were travelling together, just as normal, keeping each other company. But the normal joking and banter were missing. The weather was making them both uneasy about being on the road.
"This snow is getting worse," Dave pointed out, much to the obvious, as the snow was almost horizontal. Visibility was becoming less and he felt more and more anxious about driving.
"We've only travelled 40 miles and we've been on the road for two and a half hours. This is dangerous. We'll either freeze to death or get wiped out by a lorry!" Yitka said, a real worry in her voice. "What about stopping somewhere until we get a break in the weather?"
Dave thought for a moment. Stopping somewhere may not be a bad idea but he didn't think that the snow was going to let up. The weather reports had said it was here for at least forty-eight hours.
"If we stop," Dave said, "then we should think about stopping for the night, a Travelodge maybe. The weather reports didn't suggest any breaks, just more snow. I tell you what, let's get off the road the next chance we have."
"OK," agreed Yitka, "I'm sure that there will be a lodge or a motel of sorts up ahead. And we'd better let home know we are staying over."
A couple of miles later the large, blue lodge sign could be seen through the white haze of the snow. Their relief was obvious. The car pulled off the motorway, very uneasily and came to a stop on the wet snow covering the car park.
"I'll run in and see if they have any rooms," said Dave. After a couple of minutes, he returned to the car with a heavy, white smattering of dandruff-like snow on his head.
"Good news, we can stay, bad news, they only have one double room. Are you OK with this?"
Yitka replied, "No problem dude, just don't get fresh during the night." She smiled and they both laughed, albeit nervously.
After checking in, they got to the room, switched on the TV and turned up the heating. The TV mumbled in the background as they got sorted.
"I've got a clean, spare t-shirt for you Yits, that's if you want it?" Yitka nodded with a smile, "Cheers, I didn't bring anything other than my panties," she said and laughed cheekily. Then away she went to the bathroom to freshen up. "I'm going to shower," she shouted, "no peeking."
Their relationship over the years had been really close but platonic. They both respected each other and their personal, married circumstances, but there was always an unspoken, sexual thing between them. There had been a number of times when Dave had wanted to say something, to take her in his arms and kiss her lips, her neck and her breasts. He had, on many occasions, wondered how she would smell, what her body would look like, how it would react to touch when turned on and hot. There had been many times when he had masturbated and his thoughts had been of her body. He had imagined her on top of him, riding his cock like a majestic racehorse. Imagination was all it was though.
Dave could hear the water of the shower splashing on Yitka's body, on the walls of the shower and on the loose curtain. He started to undress, putting on his shorts and Coca Cola t-shirt, readying himself for bed. The steam from the bathroom was gliding out of the door like a snake. It was then that Dave took the step he had always wanted to.
Getting off the bed, he walked towards the bathroom and looked in the slightly ajar door. In the mirror on the wall, Dave could see Yitka in the shower as the curtain was away from the wall. She was tall, about 5,9, and she was running her hands through her blond hair. Standing in the shower, he could see the water running down her breasts and dripping from her nipples. She looked so beautiful and sexy. Yitka turned towards the mirror and he caught his breath as he viewed her flat stomach and her closely trimmed pubic hair. It was then that he realised his cock was throbbing, fully engorged with blood and rock hard. As he watched, he slowly stroked himself feeling his sex rising.
Standing in the shower, letting then hot water stimulate her skin, Yitka thought of the situation she found herself in. Here she was staying overnight in a motel room with Dave, her work colleague and friend. She knew they both respected and admired each other, but did he feel that little bit more, the way she did. She thought he did. She had often seen the way he looked at her, especially if she was dressed sexily, or the way he had talked with her, often quite provocatively but in a joking and friendly way. Often she had wondered how he would react if she fronted up and told him her yearning to make love with him, to feel and taste him.
She ran her hands through her hair and down over her breasts to her pussy. She lingered on those places that sent that little tingle through her body. God, she thought, I wish he would do something tonight, it would be the ideal time, but probably not. Her fingers moved inside her pussy, pushing the wetness of the water into her hole, feeling the blood fill her labia and clit. She turned off the shower and looked at the mirror. She saw Dave looking through the open door. Looking at her nakedness. He moved quickly.
Shit, he thought. Had she seen me. Had she seen me being a pervert, ogling her like a schoolboy looking for a quick thrill. What an idiot I am. He sat down on the bed and tried to rearrange his cock so as to hide his erection. Just then, she came out of the bathroom, a towel around her body and using another to dry her hair.
"Were you spying on me Dave?" she asked. "If you were I may have to spy on you when you shower," she giggled.
"Yits mate, I'm really sorry but I was sorting my gear out and I caught a glimpse of you and, well ….. I'm sorry," he stammered. Dave's apology sounded like it was, a sorry excuse.
"But I'm not sorry for feeling the way I do about you. I have wanted to make love with you for so long now. But I never knew how to handle it, so I just kept quiet." And with that Dave went into the bathroom and locked the door. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought that he had just completely fucked up his friendship with her. Asshole!
Back in the room she stood motionless at his outburst. He did feel the same. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him, but we are too scared to be honest. Her mind was a maelstrom, whirling with those secret thoughts often reserved for the dark when she was alone. She lay on the bed and her fingers went to her pussy, teasing her clitoris to its mini erection and wetting her fingers with her juices. Tonight, she hoped, tonight.
Dave showered quickly, chastising himself continually about what he had said. Oh well, he thought. Just get to sleep and head for home tomorrow. I've probably created a real atmosphere now.
