"Okay, I guess there's nothing we can do about it," she said worriedly into her cell phone. "Yeah, well, we kind of predicted this might happen. Yeah, I love you too baby." She hit the end button on her cell phone. "Well, it looks like they're stuck."
Craig looked up from the magazine that he was reading and gave a smirk and returned, "Yeah, well, we thought that might happen."
"Yeah, well, it still sucks," she said.
The storm that was predicted in northern Ohio hit like a ton of concrete. It was ironic considering Denise and Craig were in a cabin in Colorado awaiting their spouses and in-laws so that they could enjoy a week-long ski vacation. Denise' husband Roger and Craig's wife Jennifer had to make an unexpected detour prior to the vacation to visit their very sick grandmother in Cleveland. Denise and Craig had gone ahead to the cabin, considering that the reservation had already been paid and the two siblings Roger and Jennifer along with their parents would soon arrive. After the visit to Grandma, the others would catch a flight out to Denver where Denise and Craig would pick them up to start what they had planned and expected to be a fun week with family. Now, it looked like the start of the fun would have to wait at least another day.
Craig looked at the clock. "Well, it's 5:20. You hungry," he asked Denise.
Denise looked at him as if he was speaking another language. "What," she asked. Then the concern seemed to drain from her face. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just that Roger and I don't get too many chances to spend quality time together and I was really looking forward to spending this week making up for the lost time. He's just been so busy at work. It's like we've become strangers lately."
Craig gave his sister-in-law a sympathetic look. "Hey, they'll be here tomorrow. Don't worry anymore about it. It's not like worrying will get them here any faster." He walked over to the couch she was sitting at and put his hand on her shoulder. "Just because they're stuck in the snow in Cleveland doesn't mean we can't have some fun. Go upstairs and get dressed. We're going out to a nice restaurant and, if you're up to it, we'll go dancing at the club I saw on the shuttle drive in. Sound good?"
A smile slowly spread across her face. "Okay. I guess there's really no use sitting around here." Denise got up and passed in front of him and picked up a light jog as she trotted up the stairs to her and Roger's room. He turned his head and watched the key areas of her body bounce as she moved up the stairs. The truth is he and Jennifer hadn't spent a lot of time with Roger and Denise. Roger got a job in Tampa right before they got married two years ago and they lived there since. He and Jennifer lived in Nashville where he worked as an event promoter and she as a nurse. Denise's statements earlier really hit home. He and Jennifer had spent very little time together lately as well. He was really looking forward to getting reacquainted with his wife this trip; in so many ways.
"Oh well," he thought to himself, "at least now I'll have an opportunity to get to know Denise." To say he didn't know his sister-in-law was an understatement. She met his brother-in-law Roger while they were in grad school together earning their MBAs. He had seen her at the wedding, of course, but they had never had the opportunity to talk, just the two of them. Now, they were stuck together. His brother-in-law Roger was what Craig liked to call "a piece of work". He was eight years younger than he and Jennifer. That alone caused a little tension between the three of them, but Roger's playboy ways really made him and Jennifer cringe every time they saw him. Roger was confident, and since he got his MBA, he really played up the successful businessman image. His 6'2", handsome face, and muscular body only accentuated his cocky demeanor. Frankly, Craig thought he was a tool, but kept his tongue around Jennifer. The worst part about it all is they were both sure that he was being unfaithful to his wonderful wife Denise, only two years into their marriage.
Craig thought about Denise now. Craig was nine years older than her, at 33 years of age. He'd never really taken time to look at her as anything more than a sister of sorts. Until only a couple of minutes earlier as she trotted up the stairs, he hadn't noticed how attractive she was. He estimated her height at 5'4". She had an ass that definitely filled a pair of jeans, but her relative youth meant that there wasn't much jiggle in her step. It rested above some solid legs, built as a college swimmer, and below a 23-inch waist. Her breasts were also easy on the eyes. She probably wore a 33 to 34 C bra he guessed. The best part was how pert they seemed. When she wore a t-shirt, it was very clear that her breasts were solid and her nipples rested high on each breast. Craig allowed himself to think it finally—Denise was a knockout.
Craig tilted the glass of water toward his lips as he decided what the plan was for the night. He was dressed in some nice slacks and a button-up shirt. They'd go to the lodge restaurant and have some drinks and good Italian meal. Then they'd walk down to the club and do some dancing. At best, it would calm Denise's nerves and at worst, at least they'd get out of the cabin.
Then, there she was. Denise walked down the stairs slowly, especially with the three-inch heels she was wearing. She was wearing a one-piece silk black dress and besides the ankle bracelet that she wore on her right ankle, it didn't look like much else. She wore her brown hair up, exposing a beautiful neck, gorgeous tanned shoulders, and a very, very sexy cleavage exposed by the very low hanging cut of the silk dress that clung to her braless torso. Denise's smile was worth a million bucks. She knew she looked good tonight.
"Wow, what's the occasion? You look gorgeous." Craig looked at her stunned. He looked stunned and a little more than self-conscious. Though staring at her, he started to think about how he'd look beside this prize. He thought about his 5'9" frame with his small pooch belly. He had been an athlete in high school and had worked out to keep himself fit, but had laid off as he moved into his thirties. Now, he'd be standing next to one of the most gorgeous women that he'd ever met. And since he had never really looked at her in a sexual way and had never spent that much time with her, it was like he was meeting her for the first time.
"Thank you. I wanted to wear this the first night just to get Roger, uh, going." The statement with the huge hint of sexual innuendo made her blush a bit.
"Well, I guess I'm the lucky one," he responded.
Dinner was wonderful. Craig noticed the many looks that she was getting from around the room. She put her arm in his as they walked to their seats and Craig was the proudest guy in Colorado. He said as much to her and felt the pleasure of her giggling coyly and pushing her left breast into his upper right arm. Denise daintily ate her pasta as she talked about her job and her and Roger's new house.
"Well, it's too bad that Roger couldn't see you tonight. I'm sure that he'd have no problem getting going," Craig said, alluding to the comment that had made her blush earlier.
