Snowed In

"I can't believe the snow is so bad!" I say, leaning against the wood paneling of the wall.
"Hopefully the bus can make it," says Mr. Bruce Kelly. His brow is furrowed, his grey-streaked hair messy.
"Well, we should probably find a way to occupy ourselves." I twist a lock of hair around a finger.
"We could watch a movie?"
"Sure. Go and find something, I'm going to go change."
I walk up the spiral staircase and into one of the many rooms. I'm on a trip with my students. I am one of the ski coaches, and we're up at the slopes. We rented a lodge for two weeks, but it might all be for nothing if the bus can't make it. The weather took a turn for the worse, and the students are at a little hotel down the mountain.
I change into a black nightgown, leaving on my red bra and panties. I go downstairs to find Bruce sitting on the black leather couch in jeans and a tank top. His white button-up shirt is thrown over the back of the couch.
I plop down next to him.
"What did you find?" I ask.
"A couple of classics. You know, John Wayne and-" He looks at me, and goes silent.
"Is something wrong? Is there something on my face?"
"No, no, not at all. It's, you're beautiful."
I blush.
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome," he says.
"So... what do you want to watch?" I ask.
"You." He slaps a hand over his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't think."
"Don't apologize," I say softly, leaning close to whisper in his ear, "because I would enjoy that too." My lips brush his ear softly. He places a hand on my face, and I look into his eyes.
"Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes. Please."
He locks his lips with mine. My body burns with pleasure.
I take his hand from my face and hold it to my breast. I moan as his lips find my throat. I run my fingers through his hair.
"You're perfect," he moans into my neck.
I push him back and straddle his lap.
"I want you." I start to lift my gown, but he stops me.
"No, let me," he says. He grabs the hem and slowly lifts it over my head. He looks at me for a moment and then unclasps my bra, revealing the large, creamy breasts beneath. "Beautiful," he says as he circles my nipple with his tongue.
"Yes," I gasp, and he brings his hand up to tease my other bud.
I grind against him. I feel his large erection through his jeans. I bite my lip and stroke him with my hand. He groans, and suddenly I'm on my back.
"You little tease," Bruce growls, his lips overtaking mine.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"What am I going to do about it?" He takes his mouth away from mine, hovering over a nipple. "I am going to fuck you, hard and deep, while you writhe beneath me." His teeth ghost the pink bundle of nerves. He bites down, almost hard enough to hurt, and I writhe in pleasure.
"Oh yes! Mmm fuck me! Please, please fuck me..." I trail off as his fingers find my waistband. He slips my panties off of me easily.
He gets up, and I follow, dropping to my knees. He undoes his belt and casts it aside. He goes to pull down his pants, but I beat him to it. I yank them down, along with his boxers, and his cock springs to attention.
I wrap my hand around his shaft, looking in his eyes. I run my tongue from base to tip before I take the head in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, and then start sucking, going deeper and deeper with each bob of my head. He moans loudly and tangles his fingers in my hair.
"Oh fuck," he groans. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." With that, he bends over and lifts me back onto the couch. He lays me down and spreads my legs. Starting just below my navel, he licks and kisses down my stomach, lower and lower until he comes to my bare core.
"What a pretty little pink pussy." He runs a finger up my slit. Then, he lowers his head, and his hot tongue slides the same way his finger did. "Delicious."
He immediately starts sucking my already hard clit. A finger slowly enters me. He curls his finger just right, rubbing my g-spot. A hot ball of tension explodes within me, and I'm seeing stars. He laps up every drop of my release and comes up to kiss me again. I taste myself, and he's not wrong. I do taste good, especially on his tongue.
"Now for the main event."
He slams his cock inside me so hard and fast that I cry out. It hurts at first, so he stills to let me get used to his girth.
After a moment, he starts moving slowly. After a few moments, he increases his pace, and I rock into his thrusts. His balls slap against me. He adjusts his angle slightly, and I wrap my arms around his back.
"Harder," I gasp.
"Yes," he says, his thrusts going deeper inside me, but keeping the same speed.
"Fuck yes!" I shout, my nails digging into his back.
He winces, but leans down to kiss me. Our tongues dance, fighting for dominance.
"Yes! Oh, fuck yes!" I shout.
He grunts, and my walls clench around his shaft, working swiftly to orgasm. I cum hard on his cock, my toes curling, my eyes rolling back into my head.
I'm so lost in pleasure that I hardly notice that he's cum inside of me. He pulls out and collapses on the end on the couch.
"Are you on the pill?" He asks after a moment.
"No."
"Fuck," he swears.
"Yeah, fuck. "