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Snowed In

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This is for Ann-M, because your obsession with Ian will never be far away :-)

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Tom was not having a good day. The radio had just announced that the only main road in the area was closed until further notice due to the huge amount of snow that had fallen in the last four hours. Four hours wasted, instead of making tracks and getting away from this backwater little town and its isolated conference facility, he had been stuck in a boring conference on the ethical uses of IAN - Isotopic Aerated Nalcohol. It was a new product the company had developed but as yet was banned for public use because of some of the side effects the gas had when combined with other influences.

IAN had been developed to be a substitute for dry ice in cocktail drinks to give the smoky effect without any harmful risks, the trouble was it effectively provided a short term enhancement to the effects of the alcohol in the drink and one cocktail could have you singing naked in the street if you weren't too careful.

The conference didn't have enough material to be interesting for fifteen minutes but a professor of eggheads had somehow drawn it out for 4 hours and twelve minutes - Tom had looked at his watch for almost every single one of them.

One of the interesting facts he picked up was if IAN was released normally it was as a super-cooled gas to create the dry-ice smoky effect, if however it was released in very small amounts in a steam environment the effect was roughly equivalent to that generated by Viagra - another reason why the government authorities had decided to withhold the licence to distribute the gas. Even if the whole of the companies legal department were currently working to get a limited release form approval.

The only other person Tom knew at the conference was Ann, she was one of the sales reps and had brought along the samples of IAN for the static display, an array of glasses with different colored water and a generous fog of IAN softly floating from the half full glasses down over the display table. Ann was quite pretty, early thirties, slim figure with long dark hair pulled back into a single pony tail going half way down the back of her suit jacket. There was some talk that she had been a professional dancer some time back before she joined the company, she certainly had the figure for it and she carried herself with a confident grace almost gliding as she moved.

Tom hadn't been with the company long, three months next week but he had heard a few stories about Ann from some of his other male colleagues. Ann over the years had been hit on by most of the men in the office, always the same polite gentle let down. She had never even fallen foul of the office Christmas party where the booze was free and the lights were very low. The bitter conclusion never openly spoken was that Ann just wasn't into men. Such a shame Tom thought as he smiled and held the door of their hire car open for her to climb into.

Ann threw the small sack of sample canisters on the backseat as Tom moved around to the driver's side. The road was already heavily covered in snow and within ten feet Tom was wishing they had set off hours ago and avoided the worst of the weather. Still the hotel was only a mile away and a couple of cars had left already leaving fresh tracks in the snow for him to follow.

Ann was pleasant enough to Tom and they had got along pretty well on this trip so far, from the few hours in the car they had spent together he had formed a few more assumptions of the dark haired beauty sitting beside him as he drove. One, she was definitely not single, but she was also very private about it. Her phone had rung three times when he had been around and she either let it go to voice mail or answered it with a very short "I will ring you back later." She didn't give anything away. Two, she was very focused and hated wasting time. She usually spoke her mind but did it in a calm and affectionate way, probably one of the reasons for her success in sales. And three, she had considered the whole conference just as pointless and frustrating as Tom had.

Twenty minutes after leaving the conference Tom pulled into the car park of the small hotel, collecting his overnight bag from the boot he offered to take Ann's bag to reception while she went to return her forth phone call. Ann's smile and brief nod enough for the junior Tom to sling her bags over his shoulder and head off to the reception while she began a quite conversation in the snow.

Tom was checked in and had just been handed his key when Ann appeared in reception, face slightly red from the cold and biting conditions outside. It got even redder when the reception informed her she wasn't on their list, and there were no more rooms available. Some guests had re-booked for extra nights because of the conditions and the hotel was unusually at maximum capacity.

The usually cool and calm Ann was rapidly becoming irate, "How the hell can I not be on the list when you have just checked in my colleague" Ann was ranted pointing at Tom as he stood waiting to see the outcome of the debate.

The receptionist checked and double checked the computer, apologizing once again but confirming that there was no booking made for her, and as it stood there were no spare rooms.

There were a number of people in reception now and a queue forming behind the irate Ann, the argument was going nowhere and after being told for the umpteenth time Ann stomped away from the reception tears welling in the corner of her eyes.

Tom sighed and held his hand out towards Ann as she walked towards him to collect her bag, his room key dangling from his extended fingers. "You take my room, I will sleep in the car or maybe get drunk in the bar and curl up on one of the sofas" Tom told her with a small smile, "but it will cost you dinner."

Ann was a bit taken aback, surprised by the generous offer from Tom and for once she was a little lost for words. She managed to blurt out a thank you and returned his weak smile with a more hearty sincere one.

Ever the Gent, Tom carried Ann's bags up to her room and asked if he could leave his own bags there and possibly use the shower later providing it wasn't any trouble.

It was the least Ann could do as she took the bags inside and Tom turned to head off to the bar while she got settled into the room and sorted herself out.

The hotel was quite a small one, with just sixteen bedrooms, a restaurant, a bar and a lounge/reception area, the building was an old Tudor lodge, with dark timber beams throughout and walls that seemed to be off at strange angles so nothing seemed to be perfectly straight. As Tom walked to the bar he found the low ceilings and slanted floors quite a challenge and he couldn't help but think after a few drinks the corridors of this place could be lethal.

Tom was half way through his second pint when Ann arrived in the bar, refreshed and redressed, she was changed out of her charcoal grey business suit and was wearing tight fitted jeans and a powder blue cashmere jumper with a thick wide neck showing a hint of cleavage. Her hair loose with a slight bounce and curl to it falling just below her shoulders.

Ann ordered a glass of white wine indicating to the barman where she was sitting and just like that she was back to her usual confident self. She took a seat next to Tom on a table near the open log fire, heat radiating from the glowing embers as the crackle and pop noises filled the gaps in conversations around the bar.

"You look very nice" Tom commented as Ann sat down at the table, "I don't think I have ever seen you out of your work clothes!" The comment instantly brought a smile to Ann's face and a grimace to Tom's as he quickly tried to cover the double edged meaning but just made it sound worse with each explanation. Eventually Tom just stopped talking and took a big swig of his drink, Ann was still amused and her mood was considerably better than it had been all day. Maybe the Ann out of hours was a little more relaxed, maybe it was because she didn't have to worry and stress about the room but she was warm and smiley and was genuinely enjoying Tom's company.

The barman delivered Ann's wine along with a couple of menus, lingering slightly too long at the table before hustling quickly back behind the bar. Tom had noticed that the guy had clearly been staring down Ann's top as she sat leaning forward looking at the menu. Suddenly feeling he was missing out a little but deciding he had already made enough of a fool of himself with his previous comments.

"So do you get that kind of attention a lot then?" Tom asked in an attempt to shift the conversation away from his earlier transgression.

Without even looking up Ann responded "It has its advantages, and it never hurts to allow others to think they have one over on you, especially if the need arises when you want something back from them."

Tom couldn't help but laugh, she knew exactly what she was doing and was quite open about using what she had to her advantage. Ann summed it up with a simple "they get something - I get something, everybody's happy."

"I'm starving, would you like to eat here or move somewhere else?" Ann asked. Once again she gave Tom a full on smile as she delivered the last part of the sentence. Tom wasn't sure what the hell she meant by somewhere else - he had assumed she meant the restaurant but from that smile he wasn't sure if she now meant room service!

Tom swallowed and said the restaurant looked good, standing and picking up both of their drinks. Ann smiled warmly standing to join Tom, before crossing the bar area towards the restaurant with Tom in her wake.

The pair were seated at a small table with a view over the snow covered gardens. The floodlights lighting the snow brightly against the contrast of the darkening night sky. In the last couple of hours the snow had really fallen heavily and the weight of snow on the trees was beginning to bend the branches as it accumulated. The temperature was also dropping rapidly, indications were it would reach around -6 degrees tonight.

Ann and Tom enjoyed a pleasant meal, sharing a bottle of wine. Ann called for the bill just before 11pm. Just as they left the restaurant one of the side doors to the garden was opened by a member of staff and a bitter icy wind blew straight threw the small corridor chilling both Ann and Tom from the short exposure. Whether it was the wine or the conditions outside Ann suddenly felt really bad about letting Tom sleep in the car. In an uncharacteristic spur of the moment decision she offered Tom the sofa in the room reasoning after all it was his room.

Five minutes later Tom found himself searching through the wardrobe looking for a spare blanket while Ann used the bathroom to clean her teeth and wash. Tom had no joy with finding either spare blankets or a pillow and by the look of the tiny sofa he wasn't going to be getting a good night sleep anyway. There was a hiss of an aerosol can followed by a mumbled expletive in the bathroom before Ann emerged wearing one of her mind blowing smiles.

"Bathrooms all yours" she said heading over to her bag.

"I can't find any spare bedding" Tom told her with an apologetic shrug.

Ann paused at her bag considering what Tom had just said. After a moment she looked at him before nodding as if she had reached a decision. "The bed is big enough for both of us, but I warn you now I'm not a pretty sight to wake up to."

It was as simple as that as far as she was concerned concentrating back on her bag looking for her nightwear she had packed.

Tom grabbed a clean pair of boxers and his wash bag and headed into the bathroom for a shower and to get changed. The bathroom air smelled faintly of vanilla he thought as he turned the shower on and the water quickly heated up. Slipping out of his clothes Tom jumped in the shower and let the hot steamy water wash the long day from his tired body, emerging a few minutes later feeling refreshed and slightly happier than he was anticipating, and by that it meant Tom was sporting the early onset of a hard on. As he quickly dried himself he grew and stiffened until by the time he had toweled his legs dry he had a full hard on standing proudly to attention.

Tom was mortified - how was he going to explain this, obviously he was attracted to Ann, she was gorgeous but he was sure she hadn't planned on sharing a bed with him and his portable tent pole. He desperately tried not to think about her hoping it would subside and soften enough for her not to notice it under the thin tight boxer shorts he was planning on sleeping in. A quick glance down and it was obvious to Tom that if Ann looked she would definitely notice it, but he couldn't stay in the bathroom all night either. Grabbing his clothes and a towel he covered himself as best he could and left the bathroom.

The lights in the room were off apart from the two bedside lights which were soft and cast a few shadows around the room. Tom thanked his luck as skirted around the bed dropping his clothes on his bag before quickly getting under the duvet and finally losing the towel.

Ann didn't pay him any attention but casually flicked through the channels on the hotel TV. Tom however as soon as he was safely in bed noticed Ann big time.

Ann was sitting in bed with the duvet pulled up to her waist, her top half covered in a dark blue negligee with very thin straps going over her shoulders. The outline of her curves firmly pressing against the silky fabric and a delicate pattern along the top edge of the negligee contrasting against her lightly tanned smooth skin.

Tom was very pleased to be covered with the duvet as his erection returned with full strength as the glimpse he just had. Tom stared straight ahead to avoid letting his eyes linger anymore over Ann's shapely breasts. Looking ahead was even worse, Ann had flicked through the channels and had stopped at one of the preview late night call channels. 36 inches of a busty model called Britney bouncing up and down on the screen mauling a breast with one hand and waving a phone at the camera with the other - "Call me and tell me I'm a bad girl" the TV model repeated to the room.

Tom rolled his eyes and risked a glance over at Ann. Once again she was watching him with a smile "Don't all you boys watch this channel before you go to sleep?" she teased before gently tossing him the remote blowing him a kiss and snuggling down in the bed under the duvet to go to sleep.

Tom quickly turned the TV off and then his light, snuggling down and turning before saying goodnight to Ann.

Ann just said "Hopefully" and turned her light off too.

About twenty minutes passed and Tom was still painfully aware of the hard on inside his boxers, he had rolled onto his back in an attempt to get comfortable. Ann was equally as restless and shuffled and moved until she was almost right up against Tom, but still laying on her side facing away.

It was almost an instinctive move that made Tom roll up behind Ann draping his arm over her and bending his legs to contact hers as she lay still. Very loosing spooning the dark haired goddess inches in front of him.

Ann shuffled back pressing herself into the body behind her as she felt the arm tighten against her waist, her legs slightly bent forward as she lay in a gently curled up shape with her bum pressing against Toms groin and the firm shaft contained in his shorts.

Tom groaned slightly as Ann's bum pressed against him, time having doing nothing to relieve the stiffness between his legs.

His arm draped over Ann's waist, hand softly touching the silky fabric covering her stomach. Slowly Tom drifted his hand down onto her thigh sliding off the sheer materiel and contacting against her bare skin half way down her thigh.

Tucked so closely behind Ann, Tom could feel every breath she took, his nose buried in her hair, a light smell of mint and cucumber invading his nostrils as he inhaled her scent.

Tom bent his leg more to increase the contact between their bodies as his hand gently played against her thigh, sliding softly up and down, his fingertips nudging the soft negligee higher on her thigh with each little stroke. Ann straightened her leg against the bed allowing Toms bent knee to gently press more against her ass as she rolled fractionally over onto her stomach.

The movement gliding Toms hand across onto the back of her upper thigh and onto the inside thigh of her lower leg, his fingers resting gently between her legs.

Had she moved deliberately Tom wasn't sure, was she even awake? Tom was pretty certain she was but it was hardly the time to sit up and politely ask if he was getting lucky or was he actually molesting a drunken sleeping senior colleague. The though stopped Tom cold in his tracks.

Fuck what if she is asleep - this really wasn't going to go down well on his CV, Reason for leaving last job - Accidentally fingered a work colleague. No that was not a good example of previous work experience. But still his hand remained in place.

The temptation was too much, Tom pushed his hand up on the inside of Ann's soft fleshy thigh until his fingers brushed against her vagina. Slowly softly he moved his fingers against her skin, following the join of her lips as a finger stroked the length of her pussy. Stroking up and down until like Moses and the parting of the waves Ann's lips gently separated and Tom's finger delved between the folds.

Ann was wet, she had been since she saw Tom come out of the bathroom trying to hide his hard on. That was her fault too and had deliberately sprayed a dose of IAN in the shower, knowing that the combination with steam would cause the desired effect. Her only mistake was spraying the vanilla scented IAN instead of the odorless variety she had. But that wasn't on her mind right now. Right now her mind was on the finger inside her pussy and the cock pushing against her bum. The good thing was she knew she had time on her side, she just hoped Tom had the stamina to take advantage of the situation.

Ann moved her leg to allow Tom easier access to her pussy, his finger now pushing deep inside her, still slowly but easily slipping in and out of her tight wet hole. Neither Tom nor Ann had made any other movements other than the under the duvet activity, an onlooker would be hard pressed to see that the two bodies were even awake let alone so intimately embraced.

Ann was having all the attention and was on her way to her first orgasm as Tom pushed a second finger inside her, giving her a satisfying fullness as the digits easily slid inside. Tom kept a slow steady pace with his fingers, his thumb brushing against Ann's engorged clit as his fingers reached their maximum penetration. Ann lost count how many times her clit was teased and softly flicked as her orgasm came closer and closer. Still she lay still just letting Tom finger her pussy, pretending to be asleep but knowing any second her body would betray her. Almost on cue with her thoughts the first ripple of pleasure washed through her, her pussy clenching against Tom's invading fingers and her stomach tensed as the sensations from Tom's movements were magnified tenfold inside her. Ann was proud of herself for not screaming her orgasm out loud but knew full well that Tom was aware he had made her cum.

Tom's fingers slowed and halted, still firmly inside her as the ripples of the orgasm slowly faded away. Only when he felt no more clenching did he slowly remove his hand. Softly stroking the back of Ann's thigh and bum trailing a little of her juice over her skin from his wet fingers.

Ann was in two minds as to dropping the pretense of sleep completely and jumping on top of Tom or waiting to see what he did next. As it happens she didn't wait long, feeling Tom move away from her and down the bed, his breathing moving from her hair to her shoulders, waist and then suddenly onto the cool cum drenched skin of her thighs. Ann felt him press between her legs and his breathing connect with her pussy.

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