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Cold Night in New York

By WittyFlirt

Story codes: MF

It was damn cold. Natalie stared at the temperature reading on the car’s dashboard with dismay. The nor’easter had blown itself out pretty quickly, dumping only a foot of snow across the middle of New York. The winds, however, would still periodically buffet the sedan, threatening to push it off the well-plowed country road. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her leather gloves squeaking as she periodically shifted position from 10 & 2 to 9 & 3 and back again. The heater struggled to keep up with the weather. Her husband Rick flicked and whacked the controls in frustration, his dark hair falling forward to cover the grimace on his face.

“Knock it off, Rick!” She took her eyes from the road to glare at him briefly, not daring to take her hands from the wheel.

“It’s fucking cold for fuck’s sake!” He shoved his hair back and stomped his feet in a feeble attempt to bring feeling back to his toes.

“Stop smacking my Sherrie. She’s keeping up as best she can.” Sherrie was Natalie’s nickname for her old two-door Honda. It had well over a hundred thousand miles, but she loved having no car payments with a decent sized car that ran well.

He grumbled and tried rubbing his gloved hands together. Neither of them wanted to be driving this late, but her parents had insisted they come up to see them this weekend. They were getting on in age, and Natalie felt it supremely important not to neglect them. Despite the weather, they had started early from the city and chased the storm north through the middle of the state for more than a few slow grinding hours.

Natalie squinted through the deep blackness past her headlights and saw the glow of a distant service station. She checked her gas, she had plenty; but she needed a break. Her shoulders were stiff and tense, both from driving and from Rick’s incessant complaints about missing an afternoon at work.

“I’m going to stop and get some coffee,” she said.

“Fine. Sorry, I know this is important, but products don’t ship by themselves. If I don’t stay on top of these guys they’ll miss something and we’ll be later than we already are.” He continued on about missing milestones, losing credibility with clients, and the usual pressures of a newly promoted project manager. Worried that his boss would ride his ass for taking off early on a Friday, Rick had tried working from his laptop on the road. Natalie pointed out how often he said the word “fuck” while typing emails. Despite Rick’s frustration, Natalie was quite happy when his WAN modem signal cut him off from the carrier’s network.

Natalie tuned him out, having heard the same complaints from him for two years since they married. Rick was good at his job, and it was one of the reasons she loved him. Still, she would like it if he focused on family more; or more accurately stated: if he focused on starting one. These thoughts idled in her mind as she pulled silently into a spot near the door to the station’s mini-mart.

They got out quickly and ran against a brutal gust of icy wind to the door, and found the door locked. Rick tugged several times on the door while Natalie peered into the store, her long dark hair flailing about in the wind. She tugged her knit hat down over her ears and shivered against the glass. The open sign was still on, as were all the lights inside the shop.

The shopkeeper, a small dark man with a genuinely warm and friendly smile, trotted around the counter and unlocked the door for them. Natalie sighed in relief, completely disarmed by the man’s smile. Rick’s face was flush from the cold and annoyance.

“Sorry, sorry to lock you folks out, I am open, I am open. The wind grabs hold of these doors and rips them right open! Cold night, cold night. Please come in, come in!”

As if to demonstrate the man’s point, the wind kicked up again and Rick nearly lost his grip on the door while holding it for Natalie. He felt the wind bite through his jeans and under his coat, tearing at his exposed skin. He struggled with the door feeling his leg muscles tingling from the chill as he pulled the door shut behind him. The small man turned the latch quickly, leaving the keys dangling in the lock as he trotted back behind his counter. The lights dimmed for a moment while the wind made a frustrated howl at their escape.

He called to them, “Please, please help yourself to whatever you like. Hot coffee on the house, on the house!”

Rick whispered to Natalie as he eyed the man suspiciously and cracked, “What’s with this guy?”

“Shush, he’s cute!” She slapped him playfully on the arm. She was warmed by the man’s polite charm. It helped that the store was very well heated, very quickly melting the cold and working its way into their bodies. She shivered one last time and eyed the snacks stacked along the low shelves.

Rick rolled his eyes and walked to the far end of the shop away from Natalie and the attendant. He could hear Natalie talking to him, but only bits and pieces of the conversation. The attendant was the only one working tonight. It was late, and no, no other cars had been through for over an hour. Rick glanced at the keys still dangling in the door lock, and then back at the man behind the counter. He did seem very kind, Rick mused.

The attendant called out to Rick from across the store, “You have a lovely lady, young man! A lovely lady. Your children will be beautiful, beautiful!”

Rick stiffened at the comment. He and Natalie had discussed children. He wanted children. Work was so consuming for him right now, though. He was good at his job; and while the stress was enormous, he was rising very quickly in the company. Having children would mean slowing that down. He took a breath, feeling the blood pressure of his own body, and considered that perhaps slowing down could be a good thing.

Natalie was still blushing from the man’s compliment as she finished pouring two cups of coffee. She piled some snacks on the counter and paid the attendant. He smiled and gave Rick a wink as he sauntered back to his wife. Rick had opened his coat, feeling the warmth of the shop finally conquer the chill at his core. He noticed Natalie had done the same, and color had returned to her soft face and delicate hands. He even felt his attitude soften a little and flashed his dark eyebrows at her.

Rick kissed her cheek gently and said quietly, “Sorry for being grumpy about work.”

She smiled at him and replied quietly, “You just need to decompress.” She let her weight relax against him while the attendant bagged their purchase.

The small man said, “Ah! Lovely couple, lovely couple! Here, take a free car wash, includes undercarriage to wash all that nasty salt from the road. Nasty salt, will tear up a car.”

Rick replied, “Oh, no thank you, we don’t want the car icy from the wash. We still have a ways to go.”

“Nonsense, nonsense! Wash has warm water, it has best dryer in the county, the best dryer. It’s heated. Take it please, take it.”

Natalie flicked her dark eyes at Rick quickly, and reaching to accept the ticked she said politely, “Thank you, sir. You are very kind.”

The small man behind the counter laughed a heartfelt laugh that Rick found rather odd, but nonetheless amusing. He and Natalie bundled themselves tightly and prepared for the cold wind that frequently rattled the windows of the shop. When the attendant opened the door for them the wind had stilled. The two newlyweds took advantage and darted to their car. Rick held the door for Natalie. He glanced back and thought he caught a wry smile on the face of the attendant who locked the door and waved twice to them.

Natalie pulled behind the building to find the carwash. It was fairly modern with plenty of light from overhead lamps high above the parking lot, to the well-lit interior. She was determined to take good care of her car. Rather than roll-down the window, she opened her door slightly to enter the code on the control panel. When prompted by the automated system, she pulled carefully forward onto the tracks, set her car in neutral, and turned off the engine.

“He was a nice man,” she said over the dull sound of spray hitting the shell of her very dirty car. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone so genuinely kind, ya know?”

Rick grunted, but had to agree. He glanced at his laptop, wondering idly if he could get a signal while they waited for the wash to finish.

Natalie caught him. “Oh hell no!” The brushes turned against her windshield and roof, surrounding her car and cutting off much of the light. She said above the noise, “Put the damn thing away and talk to me, Rick.”

“Ok, is this about having children?” As the words left his lips the car wash stuttered. Both Natalie and Rick looked around and saw the lights flicker just long enough to register a large gust of wind that swept past. Then everything stopped and the lights went out. The only sound was their breathing and faint intermittent dripping of warm water onto the car.

“Shit!” Rick turned around in his seat and tried to peer under the dark brushes of the wash behind them. He could see nothing. “Are we fucking stuck?”

Natalie giggled and smiled warmly. “It figures,” she said pleasantly.

“It’s not funny.” He tried the door. It opened just enough to let water leak down onto his pant leg, but he found it pinned by the side brushes that moments ago had been twirling along the side of the vehicle. “Can you get out?”

She glanced and replied, “Nope. Totally stuck.” She was a little giddy. “What are you claustrophobic? Chill out, I’m sure the power will come back on in a minute.”

Rick looked at her tensely. She was actually enjoying this. They sat for a few minutes listening and waiting for something to happen. The silence was thick, broken only by distant gusts of wind that were muffled by the impromptu shelter of the carwash that surrounded them. Rick reached over and honked the horn, signaling S.O.S. in Morse code.

“Geez, you are a nervous Nellie, what’s your deal Control Freak?” Natalie teased.

“I’m not a fucking control freak.” Even as he said it he started laughing. “Ok, fine. I’m a control freak. How much gas do you have?”

“Plenty. Relax.” She unzipped her coat.

Despite the previous chill, the car was warm inside the womb of the carwash. The front and side windows were starting to fog from the breathing of the young couple. Rick watched her open her coat, exposing her turtleneck sweater, a simple purple one that hugged her figure quite nicely. She was not very tall, and she curved in all the right ways. Ample breasts, and an hourglass waistline that Rick loved to kiss when exploring her body at night. She was wearing black skin-tight pants, and Rick could see her toned muscles move as she shifted in her seat to pull off her coat. He felt himself stirring in his pants as he gazed at her.

She said, “Help me with this, will you? I’m warm for once.”

She caught him eyeing her and she blushed slightly. He leaned forward carefully in the bulk of his winter clothes and kissed her. It was tentative at first, his lips pressing softly against hers, his tongue touching her lip and retreating. The stress of work, of the drive, and even of the cold outside seemed to fade away as they touched. Her subtle perfume filled his senses. She breathed him deeply. He reached and caressed her cheek with his hand; it was warm to his touch. Sliding her fingers into his hair and she let his tongue slip inside her mouth. Slowly and deeply they kissed in the warmth of the car. The harsh weather growing more distant as their bodies drew together. Finally they parted slightly.

“Wow,” Natalie said. “Where’d that come from?”

“Mmmm… I don’t know, but I want more.” He grinned.

“Hell yeah,” she said as she reached around him and dropped his seat back while climbing on top of him. He pulled her on top of him and their mouths met again. His hands slid slowly up and down her back, unsure how far she wanted to go, not knowing when the power would return. She reached around and unbuttoned her bra, answering his question.

He unzipped his coat as she tugged his layers of shirts up, wriggling down so she could kiss his chest. He leaned back and sighed when her mouth found his nipples, pulling them between her lips and teasing them with her tongue. The warmth of her touch sent a tingling warmth through his torso and down to his cock that had already grown hard. She moved slowly down to kiss his taught stomach muscles, her mouth was hot against his skin causing him to sigh. Her urgency increased as she fumbled with his belt and rose to his mouth where they succumbed to another hard deep passionate kiss.

He slid his hands over her pants, squeezing her firm ass, and continuing down the length of her thigh. She moaned softly, unbuttoning his jeans and reaching into his undershorts. She licked her hand, and before Rick could speak a word she slid her hand down the front of his shaft as her mouth descended on his again. He moaned a long slow moan feeling the warmth of pleasure wash from his cock through his groin and stomach. She felt his firm flesh hot and thick in her grip, relishing in the size and shape it. Her hand and fingers were like magic, sliding down to squeeze his balls gently causing him to rock his hips unconsciously.

He reached up and cupped Natalie’s pussy, rubbing it through her pants. Even through her pants, long underwear, and panties, he could feel her swollen and warm underneath. She broke the kiss and moaned against his neck, telling him to keep going. Not wanting to be one to disappoint, Rick slid his hand under her shirt, under her waistband and followed her skin down until his fingers slid neatly into her hot wetness. She sighed heavily, squeezing his cock harder in her grip.

“I want to put my mouth right here…” he whispered, sliding two fingers over her swollen clit, rolling it gently between thumb and finger.

She moaned, “Oh God, Rick!”

She pulled his pants open, yanking them down to his knees. He helped her remove her pants completely, an awkward and mildly frantic exercise in the confines of the passenger seat of her car. Finally free, her legs were smooth and soft, his hands slid up and down them, lighting fires of pleasure through her body. Squirming around the seat he managed to get on top of her, his coat pulled free and tossed in the backseat with her help, and his pants down around his ankles. He lifted her shirt and was kissing her toned stomach slowly circling her belly button with his tongue. Her moans were now accompanied by a subtle rocking of her hips and a tell-tale arching of her back. He could smell the sweet intoxicating perfume of her body rising from between her legs. He tried to move lower and in that moment Rick realized that he was not going to fit under the dash and eat his wife’s pussy tonight. Dammit.

He slid his fingers up and down her opening, her wetness spreading over them as he teased her opening and inner lips. When he had kissed a slow sensual path up her torso to her breasts and found a nipple, he pulled it gently into his mouth, twirling his tongue in tight circles around it, and let two fingers slip easily inside her. Natalie groaned in pleasure, her back arched again, head pressed against the headrest. He reached his fingers upward and slid them expertly against her soft ridged g-spot. She cried out as pleasure washed through her body with electric sparks that radiated from inside her where his fingers pressed. She rocked her hips, bearing down hard against his fingers, clutching them tightly within the walls of her pussy.

As Rick started sliding his fingers, his thumb circling her clit, she reached down to his cock to stroke him in perfect synchrony. He matched her rhythm until he felt her pussy tighten, and her breath catch short. She released her grip on him, sliding her hands up over her head to clutch the seat. He quickened his pace.

“Oh, fuck that feels good, Rick! Don’t stop… Don’t stop….” She continued to moan whatever words her fevered mind let pass her lips.

Kissing her neck and ears he pumped his fingers fast into her. She pulled her knees up, letting her legs spread wide to receive him. Her body shook and trembled as she rocked and cried out again, her orgasm washing over her. She held her body stiff for several seconds, aftershocks passing through her quivering hips and thighs, her toes still pointed firmly down Rick’s back. He waited. He let the bliss of her climax linger as long as possible.

Finally, she opened her eyes and said with an evil grin, “Your turn.”

She reached up to guide him in, but he was already there, his slick fingers working over his own cock to lubricate it with her fluids. She scratched her nails against his tight ass and clawed him sharply, pulling him to her. Surprised by her carnal response, he thrust forward suddenly and plunged deep inside her. Both of them moaned loudly together, the intensity of the penetration making their heads swim in ecstasy. She felt his cock enter her fully, pressing her open and sending waves of hot pleasure from her pussy throughout her abdomen. It seemed to spread like fire through her body and radiated between them.

He moved as deep as he could, his pelvis grinding against her clit. He rocked there, feeling her pussy squeeze him tightly, urging him inside her. Their hips rocked together, her pussy gripping his shaft with a pressure that made his cock throb with intense pleasure.

She whispered, “Cum for me baby, cum for me.”

“Oh Natalie,” he groaned, pressing himself into her faster, their bodies locked in the tightness of the space around them. “Oh Natalie, fuck….” His body tensed so suddenly and intensely that he was surprised to find that she was cumming again with him. He pushed his cock hard inside her and exploded, spilling his semen into her pussy even as her own orgasm opened her and pulled it yet farther into her body.

They locked together in a sweaty embrace, clinging to each other both inside and out for several minutes. Natalie lay relishing in the bliss of the moment, and Rick rested heavily on top of her feeling relaxed and almost sleepy in the silence of her vehicle. Natalie was idly playing with his hair when the brushes of the car wash suddenly returned to life. Natalie shrieked in laughter and covered her eyes against the sudden brightness. Rick started and looked up, squinting out the rear window to see a small dark man with a very large bright flashlight peering in at them from a polite distance.

Natalie and Rick fumbled quickly with their clothes. She turned the ignition and defroster on full, hoping the fogged windows would clear in time for them to get away when the automated carwash finished its previously interrupted cycle. The power was back, no doubt repaired after the gusts and high winds knocked it out. They had no intention of sticking around to explain their compromising position. As they sped out of the wash, they saw the small dark man smiling brightly hollering something about “Winds! Winds!”

Approximately twelve weeks later, sitting in a dimly lit ultrasound room in the doctor’s office, Natalie and Rick stared at each other in shock at the doctor’s congratulatory statement, “Twins!”

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