Snowbound
by Ann Douglas
It was the Night Before Christmas....
“Ladies and gentlemen, if I could please have your attention
for a moment.” the young man in the neatly pressed blue suit said
as he stepped in front of the ticket counter. He had to repeat
himself several times before the din of the crowd subsided
enough for him to be heard.
“Oh shit, this can’t be good.” Ilyssia Giordano thought as
she took note of the all too artificial smile on the man’s face. “I
knew I should have taken the flight out yesterday.” She chided
herself. Her father always told her it was bad luck to travel on
Christmas Eve.
In a more perfect world, she would’ve taken a flight out of
Chicago yesterday, and by this time would be on her way to the
Bahamas. Instead, she’d been sitting here in O’Hare Airport,
spending the day before Christmas watching the snow pile up on
the runways for the last four hours. There was no way she was
ever going to make her connecting flight in New York. Peter
Sullivan, a fellow Associate in her office, had invited her to spend
the holidays with him in a much warmer climate. A glance at her
watch reminded her that he would be leaving JFK at 06:30 - three
hours from now.
“I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news, folks.” the man from the
airlines said, now that he had everyone’s attention. “The weather
people now say the storm won’t let up until well after midnight.
The earliest take off times we’re looking at are tomorrow
morning.”
“Fuck!” Ilyssia said out loud without realizing that she had.
The volume of her outburst brought a disapproving look
from the old woman standing next to her. At first, Ilyssia thought
she would offer an apology, then her anger get the better of her.
“Screw you lady!” the 24 year old blond thought. “You’d be
pissed off too if you just traded Christmas Eve on the warm
beaches of Nassau for the snowy streets of Chicago.”
When the older woman continued her stare, Ilyssia
whimsically stuck her tongue out at her.
“Well, I never...” the old woman stammered.
“Well, maybe that’s your problem.” Ilyssia said to her,
unable to resist such an old but well used line.
With that, Ilyssia’s antagonist walked away in a huff.
“Well that was fun.” Ilyssia thought, “Now what do I do?”
It suddenly occurred to her that since she had checked out
of her hotel this morning, she had nowhere to stay in Chicago.
With the airport, as well as practically every other form of
transport in the city, shut down, it was going to be impossible to
find someplace to stay. Glancing out the large window, Ilyssia
concluded that even if she could find a place, there was no way a
cab was going to make it through those streets.
“Looks like I’m sleeping here.” she said quietly to herself as
she ran her hand across her pinned backed hair, rubbing the back
of her neck as she remembered the last time she had to sprawl out
on one of those hard lounge chairs.
At least the trip isn’t a total loss, the young woman
reassured herself. The extra day she’d spent in Chicago had
helped secured her the Davidson account. Seeing as it was worth a
half million dollars a year to her firm in advertising fees, she
could look forward to a very warm reception from old man Wilson
and the rest of the board when she got back to New York. That
and a really big Christmas bonus.
Most everyone in the office had written off Davidson
Electronics, knowing that a rival firm had made them a better
offer. That was why they were willing to let an Associate make
her own presentation. After all, who wanted to hustle off to the
Midwest a few days before Christmas on a lost cause. Well she
had showed them.
Thinking of the office, Ilyssia thought she should at least
call Peter and let him know she was never going to make it. No
sense him taking a chance that he might miss his plane waiting for
her. Swallowing her disappointment, she headed for the phone
bank.
Ten minutes later, Ilyssia’s disappointment had turned to
pure rage. Of course everyone in the office was overjoyed by her
success with Davidson, but the key phase there was -- everyone in
the office. It only took Sally Levin, the receptionist who answered
the phone two minutes to mention that Peter had left for the
airport over an hour and a half before. More importantly, he hadn’t
left alone. Not waiting to even see if Ilyssia was going to be able
to get back in time, Peter had offered her ticket to Jennifer
Maris.
“That bitch!” Ilyssia thought as she slammed down the
phone. She could imagine the silicone breasted redhead taking her
place on the plane, in the Bahamas, and in Peter’s bed.
It wasn’t that Jennifer would be humping Peter that so
offended Ilyssia. After all, even though she and Peter had gone
out a few times, ending up in bed together the following morning --
it had always been a casual thing. What really pissed her off was
the fact that Jennifer would be screwing him on her bed, on her
beach, and on her vacation!”
Spending the next hour and a half roaming the airport,
Ilyssia despaired of finding even a halfway comfortable place to
sack out. More seasoned travelers had already staked out the
more comfortable spots. In addition, she felt guilty about
antagonizing that old woman.
“A great way to spend Christmas,” she thought.” She’s
probably a grandmother with a dozen grandkids.”
Up ahead, she saw one of those volunteer Santas, collecting
money for poor kids. She could see that the Santa was an older
man, with an actual white beard. The traditional setting made her
think of happier holidays back home.
Passing the Santa, she saw that his iron pot only held a
handful of change. Dropping two tens in his pot bought her a very
cheery Merry Christmas as well as a somewhat soothed conscience.
“Thank you very much, young lady.” the Santa had said. “I
wish for you, the Merriest Christmas ever.”
With a brighter step, she continued her odyssey, this take
taking the time to notice all the Christmas displays and humming
along with the carols being played over the PA system.
“Robby, you’re a life saver.” the salt and pepper haired man
said into the receiver of a pay phone. “I’ll expect you in about an
hour.”
The small piece of conversation on the other side of the wall
caused Ilyssia to stop in mid-step. It struck a familiar cord.
Ilyssia was sure she knew that voice, but couldn’t get a good
look at the owner. The high walls of the phone bank hid his face.
Carefully she made her way across the obstacle course that was
normally a thriving air terminal.
Try as she could, she just could it get a good look at him as
she moved. All she could tell was that he was tall, nearly a good
foot taller than her five foot four frame. Dressed in an soft tan
overcoat, the man looked much younger than his years. Certainly
not the fifty-two his driver’s license proclaimed him to be.
At the last second, Ilyssia realized that he had turned the
other way after hanging up the phone. By the time she managed to
get around another stack of piled up luggage, he would be gone.
“Mr. O’Shaughnessey!” she called out as loud as she could,
waving her hand in the air to get his attention. Realizing at the
same moment that she was going to look pretty stupid if she was
wrong.
A smile filled her face as the tall man turned at the sound
of his name. He looked around for a moment, perplexed as to who
had called him.
“Mr. O’Shaughnessey!” Ilyssia repeated, this time getting his
attention.
Seeing the rather attractive young woman waving to him,
Sean Michael O’Shaughnessey was more than a little confused. He
had no idea who she was, or what she could want with him.
“Mr. O’Shaughnessey, I can’t believe I’m running into you
here of all places.” Ilyssia grinned as she caught up to the older
man.
“Excuse me, Miss.” he smiled, ever the gentleman. “Can I
help you with something?”
The look of puzzlement on his ever so familiar features
cause Ilyssia to laugh. It had after all been at least two years
since he had seen her last. And while he hadn’t appeared to have
changed a bit, she had definitely undergone a renaissance.
“You really don’t recognize me, do you?” she laughed.
“I’m not sure,” came his reply. “I think....”
Then it hit him. She was a lot slimmer than the last time
he’d seen her, and the hair wasn’t blond back then -- more a dirty
brown. And of course that flawless smile had been hidden by a set
of braces.
“Lisa Giordano!” Sean exclaimed in recognition. “Well look
at you, I can’t believe it!”
“Boy, it’s been a long time since anyone’s called me Lisa.” she
smiled. “I use Ilyssia now.
“I remember how you used to hate that name.” Sean
chuckled.
“Well, I sort of grew into it.” she smiled back.
“So you did.” he agreed. “I can’t get over how much you’ve
changed.”
“Well, it was like you always told me, Mr. O’Shaughnessey.”
she replied. “You just have to believe in yourself and not worry
about what anyone else thinks of you.”
“Did I say that?” Sean laughed. “I must’ve been quite a
smart fellow once upon a time. And you can do away with all that
Mr. O’Shaughnessey stuff, you’re all grown up now. I answer to
either Sean or hey you.”
“Okay Sean it is then. You were that and a lot more.” she
answered back.
Back when Ilyssia Giordano had been just plain Lisa, she had
been friends with Kimberly O’Shaughnessey, Sean’s youngest
daughter. As a matter of fact, she’d even been the maid of honor
at Kimberly’s wedding four years back. A fact that surprised her
at the time since she had once dated the groom. But it hadn’t seem
to matter to Kim at the time.
As warm as the memories of her friendship with Kimberly
were, they paled against those involving Sean O’Shaughnessey. At
one time or another, it seemed like he was a ‘favorite uncle’ to
almost every kid in the neighborhood. He was never too busy to
lend a helping hand.
“So what brings you to Chicago?” Sean asked.
Ilyssia quickly told him all about the Davidson account, and
how, since they had all but written it off, they let her fly out here
to take one last stab at it. Sean seemed quite impressed that she
had managed to sign them up. She decided to leave out the part
about Peter Sullivan and the trip to the Bahamas. Sean was far
from a prude, but she didn’t what him to think less of her for
planning to shack up with a casual friend for a few days of sun, fun
and sex.
“I always knew you’d accomplish great things.” Sean laughed.
“Make all those old fogies sit up and take notice.”
Ilyssia was surprised to realize how much his admiration
suddenly meant to her.
“And how did you find yourself trapped here?” she asked in
return.
Sean explained that his company had a distribution problem
with their Chicago outlet and they needed to have it straightened
out before Christmas day. It was a small matter really, but one
which needed an on site approach and couldn’t be handled over the
phones.
“But why you?” Ilyssia asked curiously, “After all, you’re one
of the partners. I’m sure you have a lot of bright young men who
could’ve come out here and handled that.”
“A lot of bright young women as well.” Sean added,
reminding Ilyssia that he had offered her a job right out of
college as well. “But I really didn’t feel right pulling one of them
away from their families so close to Christmas. I really didn’t have
any plans other than visiting the kids, so I hopped on the plane and
here I am.”
Ilyssia smiled. That was so like him. Who ever said that a
nice guy couldn’t run a successful business had never met Sean
O’Shaughnessey. With his two partners, he’d built a small one town
business into a multi-million dollar company.
“You’re never going to change.” Ilyssia commented.
“I hope not.” Sean replied. “I’m way too old to start over.
You know what they say about old dogs and new tricks.”
“You are never going to be old.” the blond girl laughed.
Sean laughed himself. “Tell that to my body,” he grinned.
“My brain keeps insisting that it’s still only 21 but my body says
otherwise. Sometimes very forcefully.”
“Well it’s really great running into you here.” Ilyssia said.
“At least I have someone to talk to while we wait out the storm.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have a warm bed somewhere to spend
the night?” Sean asked.
From anyone else, Ilyssia would’ve immediately took that as
a pick up line. Seeing it came from Sean, the thought never
crossed her mind.
“I had a warm bed. Unfortunately I checked out of it to try
and catch the flight. If I hadn’t been in such a hurry, I’d still be
there.” She said. “And even if I could get a cab in this mess, I
doubt there’d be room at the inn.”
“Well, I know of a motel not far from here where I’m sure
you could get a room.” Sean smiled. “In fact, I was on the phone
with the owner when you found me. He’s holding a room for me now
and I’m sure he’d be able to come up with something for you as
well. We’re old Army buddies. Let me give him a call back.”
“Looks like some things never change,” Ilyssia grinned.
“You’re still bailing the kids out of trouble.”
A quick phone call told Sean that his friend was unavailable
at the moment, but that he’d sent one of his workers out to the
airport in a 4x4 to pick him up. They should be there in about 45
minutes.
“Well I’m sure he’ll be able to come up with something once
we get there.” Sean said as he told Ilyssia. “What say we get a
cup of coffee and warm up while we wait.”
“Sounds fine to me.” Ilyssia said, the prospect of trading a
hard plastic chair for a soft bed already warming her deep inside.
Luck was with them as they entered the closest shop. A
couple were just getting up from a booth. They ordered coffee
and spent a few minutes catching up. Ilyssia told him all about life
in New York, at least the sanitized version that she normally told
family members. She was sure that Sean wouldn’t react the same
way as her parents had when they learned that their ‘little girl’, as
they still referred to her, hadn’t been a little girl since her 17th
birthday. That was when she had let Tommy Mallory put his thing
inside of her. An event that happened more and more frequently
the older she got. Ilyssia was far from what anyone could call
promiscuous, but she was a sexually aggressive woman and not
afraid to go after what she wanted.
Sean, in turn, brought her up to date on the doings in Spring
Valley. Ilyssia took in every word, surprising herself at how
interested she was in what her friends lives were now like.
“And you know Kimberly had twins last summer.” Sean was
saying as he sipped his coffee. “Johnny’s taking over his father’s
lumber business couldn’t have come at a better time.”
The image of Johnny North, now Sean’s son-in-law came to
mind. Of course the image that Ilyssia kept was much different
than the one carried in the older man’s wallet. In Ilyssia’s image,
Johnny was both naked and muscular, holding a cock the size of
which that you rarely saw outside of a porno flick. If she learned
nothing else about Johnny during the spring they had been an item,
it was that he was equally fantastic in bed. No lover since had
equaled those two fantastic months. She envied her friend when
she considered that Kim had him in bed with her every night.
Well, it had been her decision to end the relationship, she
reminded herself. As good as they were in bed together, they
shared much different dreams. Johnny had no greater goal than
to one day run the family business. A goal she was now glad to
hear he had reached. She, on the other hand, had her sights set
higher -- and spending her best years in Spring Valley wasn’t part
of the plan.
“And how is Amanda doing?” Ilyssia asked, immediately
realizing that she had made a stupid blunder.
“I hear she’s doing fine.” Sean said unemotionally, taking
another sip of his coffee.
“I’m sorry, I asked without thinking.” she apologized.
“That’s okay,” he said. “She’s someone you know and it’s only
natural for you to ask about her.” he paused a moment, then
added, “If you’ll excuse me a few minutes, I need to use the
facilities. Another problem with growing older.” he grinned.
“Damn, that was stupid!” Ilyssia admonished herself. “How
could I ask him about Amanda. What was I thinking?”
Amanda Murphy O’Shaughnessey was Kimberly’s mother and
Sean’s wife of over 30 years. That was until their divorce last
year. They had been married when Sean was 18 and she had just
turned 17. Over three decades, they had raised 4 children and
saw 6 grandchildren come into their life as well. Then one day it all
came apart. Rumor had it that Sean came home unexpectedly one
day and found Amanda in a compromising position with one of her
students. She was a professor of English literature at the local
community college. No one in town was really sure, since Sean
hadn’t made an issue of it at the divorce hearing. He had simply
said they had irreconcilable differences and Amanda hadn’t
contested that statement.
Actually, one other person in Spring Valley did know what
happened. Amanda had frantically called her daughter right after
Sean walked out. Kimberly, needing someone to talk to, someone
she trusted but still distant enough to keep anyone in town from
knowing, had called Ilyssia in New York.
Considering her own somewhat sexually adventurous
background, Ilyssia shouldn’t have been shocked by the story
Kimberly confided in her -- but she was. It wasn’t the sort of
thing that she imagined happened in their home town. Of course
she was wrong about that. Things like that happened in small towns
everywhere. They just didn’t get talked about as much as in the
big cities.
Sean had indeed found Amanda on the floor of their
basement party room with one of her students, both of them
wearing less clothes than you’d see on the beach.
What no one knew was that aside from the sandy haired 20
year old, who’s cock was at that moment siding in and out of the 48
year old woman’s mouth, there was a second, similarly clad, young
man who was busy burying his own cock between her legs. Standing
beside them was a third young man, totally naked and stroking his
cock, eager to join in on the fun.
A dozen possible actions had flashed through Sean’s mind as
he beheld the orgy going on in his own home. The most extreme of
which was to grab the shotgun he kept in the next room and blow
them all to hell. Few people in this small town would’ve convicted
him under these circumstances. Instead he simply stood there
until he knew Amanda had seen him. Then he simply turned and
walked away. He never came back to the house and never saw
Amanda again until the day of the divorce hearing. He had sent his
three sons to pack up all his things and move them into a new house
he rented.
What not even Kimberly understood was the real reason
Sean had simply walked out of a 30 year marriage. The obvious
reason, that his wife was screwing around on him was also the
wrong reason. Sean O’Shaughnessey was no innocent babe in the
woods, especially in sexual matters. Back when they’d first been
married, before the kids had started coming with astonishing
regularity, he and Amanda had led a somewhat sexually
adventurous life of their own. They were young, and it was the 60’s
after all. They’d been at parties where they’d swapped partners,
had a third in bed with them -- of both sexes. Amanda had even
had a brief same sex affair during their second year of marriage.
Then when the first baby came, they both decided it was time to
settle down and put their games aside.
It was the knowledge that Amanda had started those games
without his knowledge that bothered him the most. He later found
out that she had been bedding students for the better part of ten
years. Yet even that he could’ve dealt with. What he couldn’t
come to terms with was the fact that she had come to him almost
a year before and told him that she no longer had any interest in
having sexual relations and she would appreciate it if he wouldn’t
make any demands on her in that area.
It hadn’t been a turn of events that he envisioned at that
point in their life together. After all, they’d had a still active sex
life. Still, it was a request he had to respect. Amanda had hinted
that if he felt that he had to go elsewhere to take care of his
needs, she would understand. But that wasn’t the kind of man Sean
O’Shaughnessey was, as she well knew. So in spite of many
opportunities, since he was still an attractive man, he had remained
celibate since that day.
“I saw the jeep from the motel outside.” Sean said as he
came back to the table. “We’d better get going.”
They had stored their larger luggage in one of the lockers
and only took a small bag each. Better to travel light since they
would be back here in the morning.
The quarter mile trip to the motel took almost a half hour in
the bad weather. If it wasn’t for their driver’s skill with the 4x4,
they would’ve been involved in at least two accidents. By the time
they arrived, Sean wondered if perhaps they might’ve been safer
staying back at O’Hare.
“Here we are, safe and sound.” the young woman behind the
wheel said as if she could read Sean’s mind. “Watch your step when
you go up the walk, I know they salted it before I left but it can
still get icy in this wind.”
Both Ilyssia and Sean thanked her for the ride and hurried
inside. Chicago was certainly living up to her nickname as ‘the
windy city’.
No sooner had they stepped inside and began to dust the
snow from their coats when the air was shattered by a booming
voice.
“Sean, you miserable old SOB, how the hell are you?” called
out the gray bearded man from behind the counter.
Sean smiled as the voice’s owner spun around in his
wheelchair and rolled himself out from behind the counter, quickly
moving to shake Sean’s hand.
“Damn, it’s good to see you again.” Bobby Wilson said as he
energetically pumped his friend’s hand.
“Bobby, you look great.” Sean replied with enthusiasm in his
voice. He released his friend’s hand to instead give him a bear hug.
Ilyssia watched as the two men embraced, wondering what
the relationship between them was. It was obvious that they were
close friends. Sean had mentioned that they had been Army
buddies, but until an hour ago she couldn’t have imagined this
gentle man in the military.
“And this is Lisa, I mean Ilyssia Giordano.” Sean said as he
motioned to his companion.
“Any friend of Sean’s is always welcome.” Bobby said, the
wicked gleam in his eyes very evident to Ilyssia.
“Did your desk clerk tell you that we’d need an extra room
for Ilyssia?” Sean asked.
“An extra room?” Bobby repeated. “No, he just told me
that you’d called and said that you were bringing a girl with you. I
just assumed that....”
Seeing where Bobby was headed, Sean quickly cut him off.
“Bobby, she’s a friend of my daughter’s.” he said in a lower
tone. “I happened to run into her at the airport.”
“Shit, Sean, I believe you.” Bobby replied. “But even if that
idiot clerk had gotten your phone message straight, I don’t have
another room to be had. I’ve even had my staff quad up in order
to rent out their rooms.”
Sean turned and looked at Ilyssia for a moment, a look of
apology on his face.
“Of course I suppose I could give her my room and bunk in
with you.” Bobby mused. “I did save you my best room, it’s up on
the second floor.”
Sean realized the offer Bobby was making. Ever since he
lost the use of his legs, Bobby never slept anywhere but on the
first floor of a building. He had a terrible fear of fire and was
forever worried about being trapped on the second floor.
“No, Bobby, that won’t be necessary.” Sean said. “We’ll
make do.”
“I’ll do it, you know that.” Bobby said.
“I know you would, but I don’t want you to.” Sean said.
“All right, but you know how I feel about you, pal.” Bobby
said. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be laying in a plot in some Veteran’s
Cemetery instead of in this chair. It might not have been a
perfect life, but it’s still a life.”
The bearded man had caught Ilyssia’s interest. He could tell
that she’d been wondering about the connection between the two
men.
“Don’t let this old fart fool you.” Bobby said to Ilyssia.
“He’s one of the bravest men I’ve ever known.”
“Bobby, let’s not get into this.” Sean said, somewhat
embarrassed.
“It was back in ‘65, when old LBJ was President.” Bobby said,
determined to tell his story. “We were two of the lucky ones who
got to spend their summer vacations in beautiful, tropical, South
Vietnam.”
Sean was now clearly annoyed but Ilyssia was totally
fascinated. Bobby was talking about names and places she’s only
seen in a history book.
“We were on guard duty one night in Tuy Hoa, up by Highway
One, when Charlie opened up with a motor barrage.” Bobby said as
his eyes saw images from decades past. “So like the brave soul I
was, I froze. Just like that, scared stiff. Then the lights go out
as I catch some fragments from a round that landed way too close.
Next thing I know, Sean here grabs hold of me and carries me into
a ditch, saving what was left of my miserable life.”
“Bobby, how many times do I have to tell you. There was
nothing brave about it.” Sean interjected. “I was diving for the
ditch and you were between me and it. I had to knock you into it in
order to get by.”
“Bullshit!” Bobby thundered. “I’m not going to sit here and
let this little lady think you were some kind of coward.”
Quickly he turned his attention back to Ilyssia.
“What he’s not telling you, pretty lady, is that once the
shelling stopped, Charlie started to storm the base. Sean here
picks me up and carries me a half mile through the jungle and
around the flank of the VC attack. All the while, the SOB is
bleeding like a mother fu.... er like a stuck pig, from a fragment he
caught in his own leg. It was enough to get us both shipped home ”
Ilyssia knew the story was true. She’d seen the long jagged
scar on Sean’s leg numerous times over the years when she’d been
over to swim in the O’Shaughnessey’s pool. Sean would never
explain how he’d got it, just that it was an old injury.
“Okay, history lessons over.” Sean said, changing the
subject. “I think it’s time we turned in.”
“Room 214.” Bobby said as he handed them a set of keys,
now satisfied that he’d said his piece. “Just off the top of the
stairs.”
As Sean leaned over to take to keys, Bobby whispered too
low for Ilyssia to hear.
“I’m afraid it only has a double bed, pal.” he said. “But
maybe you can string a blanket across the middle like they did in
those old movies.” he laughed.
“Bobby never changes.” Sean thought as he picked up his
bag and began to follow Ilyssia up the stairs. “He’s still
incorrigible. But then, that’s why I still love him so.”
True to his word, Bobby had saved the best room in the
house for his friend. It wasn’t the Hilton, but it was more than
comfortable. Most of the rooms on the first floor had been cut in
half and reconstructed to accommodate the hourly trade.
“It’s pretty nice, you have to admit.” Sean noted.
“Right now, all I care about is that it has a hot shower.”
Ilyssia said. “I feel like I’ve been in these clothes for days.”
“Well the bathroom’s all yours.” Sean said as he tossed his
bag on the bed and opened it to get out his stuff.
The sound of running water filled the room as he heard
Ilyssia turn on the shower. Sean tried to block out the image of
the young woman behind the thin door, now devoid of clothes and
stepping under the warm stream. There was no denying that Lisa,
now Ilyssia had grown into a quite desirable young woman. In fact,
she was even more attractive that her mother at her age. The
Giordano’s had been one of the first couples they had become
friendly with when they moved to Spring Valley. After first
meeting Donna Giordano, Sean was almost sorry that they had left
their spouse swapping days behind them. He didn’t blame Bobby
for assuming that he had brought her there to help warm his bed.
As if a young woman like that would be interested in an old fossil
like him. Still a man could fantasize, no harm in that after all.
Sitting in the room, continuing to listen to the sound of
running water through the thin walls, Sean thought back to when
Kimberly and Lisa were still teens. It wasn’t uncommon for the two
of them, as well as some of their friends, to sleep over. Many
Sunday mornings he would come down to the living room and find a
half dozen girls in various types of undergarments spread around
the room. Most of them totally oblivious of the effect their
budding bodies were having on the male of the species. At least in
those early years because he suspected that as they grew they
learned that lesson rather quickly.
He had to suppress a smile as he thought of the night he
caught his youngest son, Kevin, spying on the girls after Kimberly’s
16th birthday party. The 14 year old was hiding in the hallway and
playing with his cock as he tried to get a look while the girls
changed clothes. Getting that look himself as he sent Kevin back
to his room, Sean realized that none of them were little girls
anymore.
Heading up the stairs, Sean noticed that like his son, he was
sporting a first class hard on. The next morning, Amanda
commented that she couldn’t remember the last time he’d come to
bed so horny or when they’d spent so much of the night making
love.
Yes, it didn’t hurt to fantasize.
The hot water splashing against her skin felt so good to
Ilyssia. How much better this was than spending the night in the
airport. She let her mind drift as she soaped up the wash rag and
ran it across her small, rounded breasts. Imagine Sean
O’Shaughnessey being some kind of hero in Vietnam. Someone who
actually did some of the things in the history books she read in
school. She couldn’t imagine anyone having done something like
that and then keeping it a secret all these years.
Ilyssia had always had somewhat of a crush on Kimberly’s
dad. She thought most of the girl’s in their circle did. Of all the
dad’s they thought he was the coolest. Even on those nights when
they huddled together and talked about who they’d like to do it
with, Mr. O’Shaughnessey’s name sometimes found it’s way into the
discussion. Of course never when Kimberly was around, and always
with the provision that ‘if only he wasn’t so much older than they
were.”
It was funny, she thought as she ran the washcloth between
her legs, the gap between their ages didn’t seem so big now. Even
though he was now past fifty, he seemed closer to her 24 years
then when he was only 42 and she was 16.
“I guess that’s because we’re both adults now.” Ilyssia
thought as she took hold of her long hair and ran the hot water
through it. “I guess the older you get, the less age matters.”
She thought of Cynthia Moskowitz, a girl who had worked
for the firm last summer. She had left to marry a much older man.
He was 56 and she was 23. People kept saying how she was
throwing her life away. After all, most of the girls in the office
said, it wasn’t like the guy was rich or anything. He wasn’t even
handsome, most said. The bulk of men in the office just kind of
smirked and whispered comments to each other about how the
groom was a lucky so and so.
Ilyssia remembered being close enough to hear when Sally
Levin cornered Cynthia in the ladies room one afternoon and
actually asked her how she could go to bed with such an old guy.
Rather than be intimidated by her presumption, Cynthia looked
Sally right in the eyes and said it was easy -- because he was a
great fuck! She added that Sally could keep on humping the
teenage delivery boys, something that was almost an open secret
among the girls in the office, but that there was no substitute for
experience.
“I wonder what it would be like,” Ilyssia asked herself. “To
actually sleep with Sean.”
It was a question she had considered many times as a
teenager, but this was the first time it had been answered by a
sudden tingling between her legs.
As he heard the water in the bathroom shut off, Sean was
considering the sleeping arrangements for the night. While the
king size bed was certainly large enough for both of them, perhaps
prudence dictated that he take the couch. It didn’t look too
uncomfortable.
While it would never occur to him to take advantage of the
situation, he didn’t trust himself not to innocently roll over during
the night and reach out for the warm body next to him. He still
had erotic dreams some nights and would rather not tempt fate.
It might be too embarrassing.
“Oh that felt great.” Ilyssia said as she stepped out of the
bathroom, her now clean body concealed only by the small wrap
around towel that she’d found inside.
Stripped of the plain travel suit she’d been wearing at the
airport, it was immediately obvious how much Ilyssia had changed
in the years since the last time Sean had seen her.
The long blond hair, which had been wrapped up in a bun, now
hung free around her shoulders. Just below her hair, only partially
concealed by the cheap towel, stood a pair of round, firm breasts.
Below the other end of the covering, which ended only a inch or so
below her crotch, stretched out a pair of long smooth legs.
“Bathroom’s all yours.” she smiled with a warmth that could
melt the snow piled up on the windowsill.
“Definitely the couch.” Sean said to himself as he stepped
past Ilyssia into the bathroom.
The bathroom mirror was still steamed up as Sean began to
shave. Thankfully he had been doing it for so long that he could do
it by touch alone. Wiping the last of the lather from his face, he
caught the last vestiges of Ilyssia’s perfume in the air. It had the
scent of jasmine.
“Ah, if only it was 1971 again.” Sean mused, remembering
what it had been like when he was Ilyssia’s age.
Sean initially turned on the shower’s cold water, both to
clear his head and to help take care of the small matter of an
erection he’d gotten from watching her march across the room.
Some things were still the same after all. He could have taken
advantage of his hard-on and masturbated, he’d gotten quite good
at that lately, but the lack of a lock on the bathroom door put that
idea far from his mind.
Not that he expected her to walk in on him or anything like
that, but it was possible for her to hear him. He remembered the
sound the toilet seat in his old house use to make when one of the
boys used to be in there playing with themselves. Actually it made
pretty much the same sound when Kimberly used it for the same
purpose. Until he saw her come walking out, he had been sure it
was one of the boys in there. Ever the caring father, he took the
time to grease the bolts holding down the seat, eliminating the
noise for good.
Switching the temperature to hot, Sean closed his eyes and
wallowed in the tepid torrent. His body didn’t used to hurt so
much. He made a note to find time in his schedule to get to the
health club more. Running his hands through his short hair, he
took note that the salt and pepper hair was more of the former
than the latter. Well he should be happy, he told himself, too many
of his friends had all lost their hair.
Washing his balls, he discovered that despite the cold
shower, his erection was still partially there. He slid his hand up
and down the length of his cock, enjoying the feel of his soapy
touch.
“Little chance of Ilyssia hearing me in here.” the older man
thought as he began pumping his cock back to its original hardness.
Sean kept his eyes closed as he leaned back against the
tile wall and played with his cock. Later on, he knew, he would be
angry with himself. It wasn’t right that he always found himself
having only solitary sex. Once of these days he really should take
up one of those offers of dinner and such that the women around
him kept dropping. But for now, he was content just to rest
against the wall and enjoy the sensations.
“Can I help you with that?” Sean suddenly heard a soft voice
ask him, a voice only inches away. Before he could even open his
eyes, he felt the touch of a gentle hand replace his own around his
pulsating cock.
“Lisa!” Sean called out as he realized the situation.
“Don’t freak out on me now.” she smiled as she pressed her
naked body against his, running her free hand through his soapy
chest hairs. “I think I’m probably as nervous as you are right now.
If I stop to think about what I’m doing, I’m going to loose my
nerve.
Sean opened his mouth to respond but found his words cut
off as Ilyssia’s lips pressed against his, her tongue invading his
mouth. The young woman wasn’t giving him any time to think about
what was happening.
Five minutes before, Ilyssia had steeled her nerve and
opened the bathroom door just enough to peek in. She recognized
the way Sean had looked at her when she’d come out of the
bathroom. The 24 year old had seen it on enough men over the
years. She had also noticed the rising bulge in his pants as he
excused himself into the bathroom. It was now or never.
That small tingle she’d experienced earlier had blossomed
into a flame as she watched Sean strip. She didn’t expect him to
have the body of a 30 year old, but what she saw wasn’t bad.
Obviously Sean paid attention to his physical well being. Much of
his body hair was a mixture of gray/white, especially that around
his cock. That, however, was as long and hard as any guy her age.
Dropping the small towel to the floor, the young blond took a
deep breath and decided to go for it.
“Ilyssia, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Sean said as he broke
the kiss. “I’m old enough to be your father, and you’re a ......”
“I’m a grown woman who knows what she wants and isn’t
afraid to go after it.” Ilyssia completed his sentence. “And you’re
not my father, so let’s not even go there.”
It was hard to argue with a young woman holding your cock.
That was a fact that Sean had learned very early in life. It was
equally obvious that Ilyssia wasn’t about to relinquish her prize.
“Fuck!” Sean said in exasperation, knowing that he didn’t
have the will power to say no a second time.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Ilyssia laughed as she gave him
a quick kiss on the lips.
Dropping to her knees in the tight shower, the young woman
quickly guided Sean’s cock into her waiting mouth. A sudden rush
ran though her as she thought about what she was doing. It was
almost like incest. An idea that also occurred to Sean as she
looked down at the naked form of his almost-daughter.
Captivated, Sean watched his hard cock slide in and out of
her eager mouth, delighting in the wonderful sensations her tongue
produced as it swirled up and down his manhood. It would take a
lot more than a sudden act of conscience to make him stop this
now. The building would have to be burning down, and even then he
might hesitate a little.
“Oh God, yes!” he moaned as Ilyssia ran her darting tongue
down the entire 7” length of his cock and down across his balls.
“Oh baby, yes.”
Ilyssia never enjoyed a blow job more. Hearing his words of
encouragement just drove her to want more. She slid his cock
back into her mouth, letting it slide as far back as it would go.
She felt Sean’s hands at the back of her head as he began
to fuck her mouth. Having him take an active part in their play
just added to the turn on. She let it go on for a little while longer,
then managed to free her mouth.
“I don’t want you to come so easily.” she said as she stood
back up.
Sean understood her concern. Long gone were the days
when he could shoot his load and be ready to go twenty minutes
later. In fact, it had been so long since he’d had a blow job, it was
a wonder that he hadn’t exploded into her mouth as soon as she
started.
Ilyssia continued to play with the wet hair on his broad
chest. Few of her lovers had any chest hair at all, the current
rage being to have a smooth body. Nibble fingers played with his
nipples, finding them highly sensitive. On impulse, she replaced her
fingers with her tongue, bringing another series of moans from
Sean.
“Why don’t we move to the bed.” Sean suggested as he
began to feel the water splashing them both beginning to cool.
“Excellent idea.” Ilyssia smiled, giving Sean’s cock one last
playful tug.
They didn’t even bother drying off. Although she was half
his size, Ilyssia was clearly going to be the aggressor. She pushed
Sean onto the bed and climbed on top of him.
Straddling his chest, she leaned down and pressed her
breasts against his face, guiding her own nipples to Sean’s mouth.
Sean eagerly accepted the rounded young globes. He could
remember when Ilyssia was still a flat chested teen, sure she
would never develop. She had been so excited when they finally
appeared, trying to draw everyone’s attention to the then small
mounds. Well she certainly had no trouble getting anyone to notice
them now.
He ran his tongue across her small dark circles, bringing her
eraser shaped nipples to a firm hardness. Her skin was so warm to
the touch. Passionately, he began to cover them with kisses before
taking one of her nubs into his mouth. His tongue played with the
hard little tip, sending little shivers of delight through the smaller
woman.
"Oh that feels nice." Ilyssia gushed as Sean moved to her
other breast, continuing to caress the first with his hand. “I can
see what Cynthia meant by the advantages of experience.” she
added silently.
As Sean continued to feast on her young breasts, Ilyssia
stretched her body along the length of his. Lifting her ass up and
down, she began to massage his cock with her pussy, making it
wetter than ever. She couldn’t wait until he was inside her, but
reminded herself that there was no need to rush. After all, they
had all night.
In no time at all, the blond tressed woman reached the
edge of orgasm. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.
Relishing the fire racing up and down her body, Ilyssia decided to
find out what else experience was good for.
Lifting herself totally off Sean for a few moments, she
moved to the head of the bed. Once again she straddled the older
man. This time she was higher up, at a point where her wet cunt
stood poised just above his face. A face filled with a broad smile,
something she rarely noticed on most of her much younger lovers.
For the most part, they usually they just looked at cunnilingus as
something they had to endure in order to get to the good stuff.
Ilyssia had no sooner lowered herself within easy reach than
she felt Sean’s own nimble tongue going to work. Driving it up deep
inside her, she felt it quickly locate her clit and begin to play a
melody on it. She could feel her juices surging under his
ministrations. A climax wouldn’t be long in coming.
And what a climax it was. Ilyssia felt her entire body
tremble as all the air seemed to suck out of her lungs. The beat of
her heart was like a trip hammer as she grabbed the headboard
with her outstretched hands and braced herself.
“Omigod!!!” was the only word she could manage as one of the
best orgasms of her life sent her to a land of dreams. The dream
lasted only seconds in the real world, but they were the longest
seconds of her young life.
All the strength seemed to fade out of her body as she
collapsed on top of Sean. He cradled her in his arms, kissing her
gently over and over. At the same time, he continued to stroke
her breasts with his other hand.
“Oh, I could really get to like this.” Ilyssia purred as she
snuggled up against his hairy chest.
“Take a few minutes to catch your breath.” Sean said as he
kissed her on the forehead. “Then it’s my turn.”
They laid there for about fifteen minutes, just enjoying the
comfort of each other’s body. Then Sean eased himself out from
under her and stood on the side of the bed. Out of the corner of
her eye, Ilyssia could see that he was once again hard. Taking hold
of each of her hips with his large hands, he guided the much
smaller woman into a position where she was facing away from him
on all fours. He took hold of his cock and rubbed it back and forth
a little, making sure it was as hard as it could be. Then, taking a
step forward, he pressed the head of his manhood against her
waiting hole.
Ilyssia arched her back, burying her face in the softness of
the pillows beneath her. Rotating her hips back and forth, she
rubbed her pussy against his cockhead, coating it with her juices.
A soft push backwards caused her tunnel to spread open as she
eased him within her.
“Ohhhh.” she moaned as she felt him enter her.
Rather that simply thrust himself up inside her as she
expected him to do, Ilyssia felt his cockhead gently move in and
out, never moving more than a half inch at a time. Her sugar walls
closed tight around him as the gentle vibration resounded
throughout her body. With each repetition, he moved deeper
inside of her. A corresponding increase in the pleasure
accompanying the depth of his passage.
“Oh yes....deeper ... deeper.” Ilyssia moaned into the pillow.
Faster and faster Sean moved inside of her, the speed of
his thrusts increasing with each movement. He’d moved onto the
bed by this time, his hand tightly wrapped around her waist to
keep her from crashing into the headboard. The beat of his balls
against her asscheeks was the only sound in the room, save that of
both their labored breaths.
Finally, after endless moments of anticipation, Ilyssia felt
Sean's body began to tense, a warning that he had reached the
edge of his self control. She was amazed he had lasted this long.
She pressed her body back against his, adding her own energy to
the explosion she knew to be imminent. At the same time she
reached down under her own body to find her inflamed love button.
Frantically she added her own fuel to the conflagration within her.
She felt her new lover suddenly stop his forward motion and
knowing that this was it, stopped as well. She wanted to savor the
moment. Then his body shuddered, triggering volcanic waves
within her as well. Her pussy exploded as she felt the first burst
of the older man’s cum fill her body. Raw, violent bodyquakes shook
her form, radiating outward until they filled the core of her being.
Her climax earlier had only been an overture to a symphony.
No lover had ever brought her to this level before. Even Johnny
had been a rank amateur when now measured against his
father-in-law.
Now it was Sean’s turn to drop exhausted on the bed.
Thankfully he landed alongside Ilyssia rather than on top of her.
Her pussy still tingling from the excitement of their lovemaking,
Ilyssia shifted her position until her head was now laying alongside
Sean’s now semi-soft cock. Gently, she took it into her mouth,
licking up the sweet mixture of both their nectars. It was a taste
she truly loved.
“Oh that was great.” Sean said as he laid back on the bed,
his eyes still closed. “It has been so very long.”
It was then that Ilyssia realized that she had been his first
woman since he had left his wife. In a way she felt honored.
“I have been fantasizing about this since I was 16 years old.”
she said as she shifted her body and kissed him once again, the
flavor of their lovemaking still on her lips.
Sean had know way of knowing she was exaggerating, but she
wanted tonight to be as special as it could be for him. She had
actually wondered what it would be like to have slept with him
when she was 16, but that was only the abstract fantasy of a young
girl. The reality was so much better as a grown woman.
“To tell the truth,” Sean said. “I fantasized about you a
few times back then myself.”
“Really?” Ilyssia asked, knowing he was telling the truth.
“Was it worth the wait?”
“Definitely.” Sean smiled as he kissed her again.
They laid there in each others arms for the longest time,
watching the snow continue to fall outside the window. Neither of
them made it home for Christmas and they made love at least
twice a day for the next few days. The old Santa had been right.
It definitely had been a very, Merry Christmas.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1997
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