Priscilla paced impatiently in front of the gate waiting for the plane to board so that she could make it home for Christmas. It was already Christmas eve and the threat of an impending snowstorm worried her even more. She regretted spending an extra day in Seattle to shop for presents and now she would pay a price by missing Christmas with her friends and adopted family in Hoonah.
A voice came over the airport intercom system announcing all flights had been cancelled for the evening. Priscilla groaned and grabbed her carry on bag and headed to the hotel next to the airport. She was frazzled, hungry and tired and just wanted to sleep. When the clerk called for the next customer which was obviously her, Priscilla found herself next to a man who had slid beside her.
The clerk asked cheerfully, "How can I help you folks?"
As if in synchronicity, both Priscilla and the stranger replied, "I'd like a room for the evening." The man smiled at Priscilla.
The clerk in turn replied, "You're in luck. I have one room left."
Priscilla was quick to acknowledge, "We're not together."
The clerks brow furled and she hesitantly stated, "We only have one room left."
The stranger looked at Priscilla as if sensing how bad her day was going and said, "Give the room to the lady. I'll just bunk down on one of your lobby couches." He grabbed his bag and headed over to a darkened corner in the main lobby. Priscilla was relieved as she couldn't imagine having to sleep in public."
Priscilla made her way to the hotel room, feeling sorry that she had rented the last available room. The man was in the same predicament as herself and probably wanted to get home to his family. After all it was Christmas. She dropped her bag and went back to the lobby. She found the man reclining on the couch with his hand draped over his eyes.
Priscilla reached out and gently touched the man's shoulder. She startled him.
"I'm sorry for waking you but I thought you might be interested in getting a bite to eat. I feel really bad about taking the last room."
By this time, the man had stood up and placed his hands behind this head. "I think that would be good. By the way, my name is Matt."
Priscilla noticed he was a bit disheveled. He obviously hadn't shaved in the past few days but his smile and his eyes put her at ease immediately. "Looks like the only place open is the bar. You up to some chicken wings," she asked.
"I can put a hurt on some wings, girl!"
Matt instinctively reached for her hand and led the way. Priscilla didn't hesitate or pull her hand away from his. She could tell he was a working man as she could feel the strength in his grasp and the callouses on his hand.
"You got a name?" Matt turned to look at Priscilla and for a minute she forgot her own name. "It's Priscilla....but my friends call me Priss for short."
"Aha! I should have asked for your name first and then I could've introduced myself as Elvis."
Priss bellowed with laughter. Matt was actually funny in addition to being attractive. That fact did not go without notice.
They found a quiet corner in bar and ordered a couple of sodas and a hearty plate of wings to split. They spent the remainder of the time laughing and talking about their lives. Matt shared stories of his family and his time in rehab and Priss shared her story of why she ran away to Alaska. Before they knew it, the wait staff was politely shuffling them out the door reminding them it was almost Christmas.
"Matt, I feel really bad about taking the last room. Maybe we can share it tonight? I promise to be the perfect "gentleman." Priss was indeed surprised to hear herself offer him the comfort of a bed much less the one she planned to sleep in.
Matt's eyes lit up and he said yes without hesitation. The two of them continued to talk on the walk to the room. Matt quickly noticed only the one queen-sized bed in the room. To part of Priss's relief, he said "I'll take the bathtub." Obviously, he was also a gentleman Priss thought to herself.
An awkward silence fell over both of them for a moment and then Matt realized they had cable TV in the room. "Let's watch some TV. Maybe we can catch a Christmas movie." Matt quickly pulled off his jacket and boots and plopped on the bed and began to channel surf. Priss followed suit until they had settled on a rerun of "Home Alone." Matt howled with laughter at the movie and Priss found herself watching him more than the actual movie.
Priss was strangely attracted to this man she had only just met through a chance encounter. It was so out of character to have asked a man to dinner much less asked him to share her room. As self doubt raced through her mind, Matt paused the movie. He turned to Priss touching her cheek with his rough hand. "It's midnight. It's officially Christmas!" Before she realized what was happening, Matt pulled her face closer to his and pressed his lips to hers. A warm feeling rose up in her and she found herself kissing him back.
Her mind raced wildly. She thought to pull away but for once her senses lost out to the woman she wanted to be. Her mind kept yelling no but her body was fighting against her.
Matt's mouth trailed to the nape of her neck sending shivers down her spine. He pulled her closer and she found herself straddling him. His kisses continued down her decollatage and she felt his passion building under his jeans. Priss threw all caution to the wind and pulled her sweater over head revealing her bra. Of all days, she was thankful she had worn her good bra today. Matt's hand slipped inside the cup of her bra and she felt her nipples harden as he caressed her breasts.
It had been a longtime since Priss had felt the touch of a man that excited her so much but it didn't take her body long to respond to Matt's exploration of it. Priss unleashed the ponytail that held her hair away from her face. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. She found her hands removing the belt from Matt's jeans as he fumbled with removing hers. She giggled at his green boxer briefs.
Matt's kisses had moved to her waist and she heard him ask her if she wanted to stop. She whispered in his ear with an emphatic no.
Priss was letting go in a way she had not experienced before. A man she barely knew was going to make love to her with no questions asked, no negotiations and no expectations. Priss wanted to be present in the moment and forced herself to quit over thinking what was happening.
Matt made that easy as his hand caressed the inside of her thigh. His fingers slipped inside her finding her sweet spot. Her back arched so far backwards tbat she thought it would break. Guttural sounds came out of her that even surprised her usually quiet style of lovemaking.
Matt smiled at her like he was the devil himself controlling her reactions every step along the way. He was a generous lover and she could tell he wanted to make sure she was being taken to the very edge of her sexuality. She could tell Matt was ready to slip inside her as he flipped her onto her back and straddled her now. Priss again arched her back as if to offer herself to Matt and he wasted no time in taking advantage of her gifts. Matt pressed so hard and deep into her, it took her breath away. Matt moved with Priss as if the two were puzzle pieces finding each other for the first time. The more Priss moaned with excitement, tbe more Matt would slow his thrusting, stretching their lovemaking out until he was sure she would climax with him.
The two fell into a tangled heap on top of each. Priss felt waves of excitement roll through her body. Yep, she thought to herself, this was the best climax she had ever experienced. Wait, it was probably the only one she had ever experienced. Matt stroked her face and said, "Merry Christmas Priscilla!"
Priss giggled again burying her face in the space between Matt's arm and chest. She kissed his chest and replied back, "Merry Christmas, Elvis."
