The snow started late the afternoon of New Year’s Eve. Snow was rare
in Seattle, and Sarah would turn sometimes from her work at the desk
to look across the room out the window, watching the big white flakes
come down. It was something new, rare and beautiful. Finally, she
stopped pretending to do something with the papers on her desk,
walked to the window and watched.
Downtown Seattle was spread below her, and it was strangely silent.
The snow looked like lace, falling down to the street far below. It
brushed the corners of her building, it touched the ledges where
pigeons roosted and flapped their wings in irritation, while
softening and blurring the empty streets.
“It’s coming down pretty hard,” Matt said beside her. “And we could
be the only two people left working in Seattle today. Rough being at
the bottom, isn’t it?” he said with a smile.
She caught her breath at that smile, and blushed. He smiled more
deeply, then turned and walked back to his desk. “Maybe we should
check on the street conditions.” He switched on the radio at his
desk, while she kept watching out the window. The snow was starting
to pile up. Not good, she thought, not at the top of a hill you could
sled down without stopping, even if there were traffic on the cross
streets.
She heard him typing. “Shit!” he said. “Bad news. Metro has
cancelled most of the bus routes. Did you drive in?”
Sarah shook her head. “Parking is too expensive. The weather report
didn’t say anything about this!”
“And my car’s in the shop. Damn!! Face it, we’re stuck.”
He frowned, looking at the snow that fell thicker than ever. Odd,
not to see him smiling, but she felt just as frustrated, if not for
the same reason. To get him alone, and have him still not notice her
curves, hair, and eyes-that was frustrating. Well, she couldn’t
compete with the snow.
“If we’re stuck here, shouldn’t we be comfortable? Come on, Matt,
let’s pool resources. I know you’ve got a stash of cookies! And we’ve
got the water cooler, and our coats, and even heat, still!” Sarah
started pulling things out of her desk drawers. She had a crumpled
envelope of dry cocoa, and a few noodle soup containers, and Matt
hauled out his cookies, and even a few bars of chocolate. He turned
out the lights to watch the snow, then they sat on the floor eating
while the sky turned dark. Snow flashed in quick glimpses through the
reflected lights of the city.
“It’s odd, isn’t it,” Sarah gestured out the window, “It’s like
we’re suspended somehow. This isn’t the usual workday-like we stepped
outside of time when the snow came down.”
“Outside of time? I want back in!” Matt snapped. “Oh, hell-it’s not
your fault. I just had plans for tonight, but I’ll bet you did, too.
Why else would you have those shoes on?”
Sarah laughed. “With those alone, I’d be stuck. Sandals with four-
inch heels don’t work well in the snow.”
“I’ll bet you’re cold in those.” He put his coat over her feet.
“Very Twilight Zone, isn’t this? But then we’d be enemy soldiers,
instead of friends.”
In the darkness, it was easier to talk to him. “Are we friends, Matt?”
“If we aren’t, what are we?” he murmured. His voice warmed her, and
she turned toward him as he reached for her. That first kiss was
awkward and wonderful, made strange by the silence and the darkness
of their office. They piled their coats on the floor, and laid down,
kissing as they lowered themselves to the floor.
In the darkness, she felt his fingers traveling over her. They
cupped her face so he could kiss her, they slid slowly down her
shoulders and her arms, over her hips. Then those clever fingers
crept back up. Stronger now, more certain, they slid from her arms,
across her stomach-and up! She gasped as his palms followed the
curves of her breasts, then his fingers found and slowly (too
slowly!) unbuttoned the first button of her blouse. Her hands slid up
his sides and up his back, one cupping the back of his head. She
pulled him to her for more kisses, while his hand caressed the skin
he’d just exposed. Then, another button! She arched her back, and
those fingers sped the pace, until her bra was exposed.
(Not that he could see it! Sarah thought to herself. What a waste of
black lace!) But his hands were smooth and gentle, and so sure of
themselves. He stroked her breasts gently, and her nipples hardened
under his palms. Then the fingers, focusing and gently twirling.
“Ah!”, as she arched, and she slid her hand to touch his face, to
feel that smile forming again under her fingers, his skin warm to her
touch. He stroked with one hand, and worked the other under the arch
of her back, to unhook her bra.
“Amazing!” she breathed. “Where did you learn THAT?” But he just
chuckled, and she felt his breath warm against her cheek. “That would
be telling.”
“Thank God for misspent youth!” Sarah said fervently, and a full
laugh came from the darkness above her. Then those hands swept up
under her bra, and she stopped thinking. They rubbed, they stroked;
she felt him bending forward, and his mouth enclosing her breast. His
tongue stroked her nipple, making her moan. Then the other, and she
was all feelings and nerve endings. Her hips rocked, and every
stroke, every suck, every pull and flick started pulses deep in her
vagina. She could feel the surges of wetness. Without sight, she
thought she could even smell that warmth, and wondered if he could,
too.
One hand slid down to the hem of her skirt, and started back up. She
twisted to accommodate it, while his mouth left licking and sucking
her breast. His length was pressed against her, and something very
hard was rubbing against her leg. Her skirt was riding up, and she
was helping it.
The hand stopped at the top of her stocking. She heard him gasp.
“Damn! I wish I could see!” It slid along the ridge of her stocking,
noted the clip of the garter belt, moved around, as if drawn to her
warmth and moisture. The back of his hand pressed up, and he gasped
again.
“Are you.” he breathed, then he slid his fingers up as she opened
her legs, to feel just her fur and skin.
“Yes. Crotchless,” she told him. “See? I did have plans for tonight!”
“I hope you don’t mind the substitution?”
“Not at all,” she purred. Then he started rubbing gently, and
walking his fingers through her fur to find her clit, and Sarah
moaned as he slid his fingers gently over and around it. She twisted,
and slid her hands up his leg to his long hard shaft, as he kept
rubbing her gently. He groaned at the touch of her hand. She reached
with the other hand, with increasing urgency, and carefully unzipped
his slacks in the darkness. She reached inside the slit of his
briefs, and gently pulled out his penis, stroking up and down its
length.
When she bent forward and licked it, he groaned. “Now I REALLY wish
I could see!” She chuckled. “Fair’s fair!”
“If that’s the case, turn around.”
She lay along his length, on top of him, with her skirt shoved up to
her hips. He pulled her back, while she reached for his tip with her
tongue, and his tongue entered her gently. She stroked and sucked
gently, and he swirled and flicked-quite brilliant, she thought, when
she could think-her hips rocked as she rode his face, his rocked as
she slid her lips up and down his cock, tasting his pre-come against
her tongue as he moaned into her fur.
Then he stopped. “Now,” he said. She swiveled over him, and slid
onto him in one smooth motion. “Ah!!!” they gasped in unison. His
hands on her hips swiveled her slowly around, then she rose up to the
end of his penis, tightening her walls, then dropping down to his
base, as he moaned. His movements rubbed her clit against him, and
she pumped faster and faster as he pumped into her-she could feel him
impossibly harder and longer, filling and stretching her. She felt it
coming, she felt him coming, and the depths of her cunt opened as she
arched, he arched and flooded into her.
“Ah…” She collapsed onto him. Their heartbeats shook them in the
darkness. His hands smelled of her as he cupped her face. He kissed
her with her own taste, gently, then wrapped his arms around her.
“Are you sorry about your plans?” she asked him.
“Not any more. It wasn’t anything like this.” He slid his chin gently
up, and kissed her forehead. “What about you?”
She giggled. “Not at all. You see, *you* were my plan!”
He started laughing, too, then held her until they slept.
