It Happened One Night
Tags: Short Story, Sex, Erotica, Romance, Fiction

Photo by Dainis Graveris

The sizzle of the tires on the wet pavement was lulling me to sleep. There was no doubt about it, I fought to stay awake. Shifting and rubbing a hand over my face, I gripped the wheel tighter and shook my head to clear the fog that was developing. I knew I should have stopped earlier for the night, or at least a late dinner in the last town I had passed. The stretch of highway I drove was lonely and not even a tractor trailer had passed me in the past hour. My stomach rumbling reminded me that I was way past the time to eat. Looking over at the passenger seat, I took inventory of the road snacks I had left in the dim light from the dash and decided I’d stop in the next town.

As each mile rolled by, the heavy drops of rain began to mix with big white snowflakes, giving me another reason to stop for the night. The cross-country trip had been lonely and so far, uneventful. When a town appeared far in the distance, it looked like an oasis in the desert. The lights were a bright pool in the sea of darkness out on the cold plains. I put my signal on to take the exit ramp and when I finally reached it, I laughed at myself as I realized it wasn’t necessary. There wasn’t a car in sight in either direction.

Turning onto the town’s main street, I drove slowly looking for a place to stop. Another rumble from my stomach told me it I needed to find a diner or something quick. The tiny town had a single main drag and only one store front lit up at that time of night. Maggie’s Café looked like heaven-on-earth as I pulled up in front of it and shut off the car. The engine ticked in the darkness as the heavy white flakes that were now falling hissed after they landed on the warm hood.

Making a quick dash for the door, I paused before I pushed it open. I looked out on the lonely street again and watched the snow falling. It had started to pick up even more since I had gotten off the interstate. Shivering, I pushed the door open, and the cowbell overhead signaling my entrance, startled me. A lone couple in a booth at the far end of the café were the only patrons and I began to wonder if it was a good place to stop. Lack of patronage didn’t signal good fare but given the late hour and weather it was to be expected. Besides my stomach was yelling at me to find it something.

A young woman, maybe thirty, mopped the floor up the aisle between the two rows of tables occupying the center of the café. As I entered, she looked up at me and her face was cold. Her hard stare stopped me in my tracks.

“We’re about to close. I just cleaned the grill,” she stated flatly, as she moved the mop back and forth and lowered her head to concentrate on her mopping.

As she spoke, the older couple slid out of the booth and began shrugging into their coats. Both the man and woman wore brown barn coats and knee-high barn boots; a far cry from the attire I was used to on the east coast.

“Oh,” I stated simply and tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice as she mopped away from me. “I’m starving. Been on the road all day.” Then, I turned toward the sign on the door and politely pointed out, “The sign says you’re open ‘til eight. It’s only seven thirty.”

“With the storm coming, we’re closing early,” the brunette told me as she stopped mopping and saw my pitiful expression. Her shoulders visibly sagged. “Sit at the counter. I can make you something cold or that can be easily heated up.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it,” I smiled wearily and shrugged out of my coat as the couple passed me. I took a seat at the counter as I heard the cowbell clang over the door.

“You okay here, Megan?” The man asked.

I turned toward him then looked at the woman mopping and arched an eyebrow at her waiting for her response.

“He seems harmless. I think I’ll be okay,” the woman replied then added, “Thanks, Carl.”

I turned back to the man lingering in the doorway as he looked over at me. It was if he were studying me in case he had to give a physical description of me later to the sheriff. He nodded solemnly at me then walked out. The doorbell clanged again as the door closed behind him.

In the back, I heard mop water being dumped then water running in a sink. A few minutes later, the woman walked out of the hallway that ran to the back drying her hands on a towel. As she rounded the counter, she flung the towel over her shoulder and stopped in front of where I sat studying the menu on the wall in front of me.

“Decide yet?”

“BLT?”

The woman nodded. “I have some bacon left that I can heat in the microwave. Give me a couple of minutes.” As she turned, she asked over her shoulder, “Chips on the side is all I can offer with it.”

“Perfect.”

“Drink?”

“Water is fine. I don’t want make too much trouble for you.” I saw her shoulders relax as I said it.

“I appreciate that,” she told me as she started making my sandwich and popped the toaster down with a couple slices of bread. She hadn’t given me a choice of varieties, but I was thankful for her serving me.

“You said there’s a storm coming?”

“Yeah. Snowstorm’s moving in out of the mountains. Supposed to be a good one.” The woman filled a glass with water and set it in front of me. “Can you help me? Turn the sign on the door for me?”

“Sure.” I walked back to the door and turned the sign to closed. I noticed she didn’t offer for me to lock the door making sure she could escape in case I did, in fact, turn out to be a murderer or a rapist.

As I took my seat again at the counter, however, I did notice her more closely. She wore a pair of tight black yoga pants that hugged her form perfectly. I’d always felt that whoever had invented them deserved a Nobel prize. As she worked behind the counter fixing my meal, I noticed that the inventor also must have had her in mind when he made them. She moved easily as she worked, and I scanned her from head-to-toe, trying not to be lecherous about it. A light fabric, dark blue sweater completed her outfit and as she finished my sandwich, I noticed the shock of blue hair on the side of her brunette head. The woman was more than cute, and she had my complete attention. Too bad I was just passing through.

“There you go.” She set the plate in front of me and I dug in.

Famished, the sandwich tasted like a prime rib dinner as I reached for a napkin to wipe some tomato juice that had leaked from the sandwich and run down with my chin.

“Starving?” She laughed as I ate with gusto and it sounded magical.

“Just a little. Been driving all day and my road snacks gave out hours ago.” I grinned as I took another bite. “I’m Austin, by the way,” I told her after swallowing a huge bite. Wiping my hands on the napkin, I stuck one out for her.

“Megan.”

“I know.” Then, pointed at her name tag.

‘Right.”

“So, Maggie doesn’t care if you close up early?” I was trying to make conversation between bites. I wanted to get out of her hair as quickly as possible but was enjoying being with her. The view was incredible as she worked to clean up from making my sandwich.

“Maggie was my Mom.”

“Was?”

“She passed away three years ago. She didn’t have much but this café. It’s mine now.” She frowned at me as she worked and despite hearing her tale, I was watching her bottom move as she worked.

With just the right amount of swell to the extra on her hips, it looked incredible and I felt a twinge of guilt for checking her out as she discussed her late mother.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I sympathized and tried to pull my mind from the gutter.

Megan shrugged. “It’s life. Sometimes it sucks. Sometimes it doesn’t.”

“Good way to look at it.”

“What brings you way out here, Austin?” With the kitchen area cleaned, she threw her rag in a bin under the counter and sauntered around the counter.

“New job on the west coast. Bigger company. The usual.” I replied as Megan took the seat a couple of stools down from me. I noted she was still keeping her distance, just like the door being unlocked and the blinds still open on the front door and windows.

“We get a lot of “usual” around here. Actually, that’s all we do get. It’s quiet here. Everyone knows each other.”

“I’ve noticed.” Finishing my sandwich, I started on the chips.

“You should have stayed in Gunnerson sixty miles back with this storm coming,” Maggie told me as she leaned on her elbow facing me.

Looking outside, the snow was still falling in heavy, wet flakes, but the streets were still only wet. “I’ll just get a motel in town for the night and saw her laugh. She had a beautiful smile to go with the rest of her.

“What motel? The next town that has one is thirty miles west on the interstate. Even then it’s not much of a place. Kind of a hole in the wall.”

I pursed my lips as I mulled over her revelation. Thirty miles. Then I did the math and estimated it would only be twenty minutes. With that figure in mind, I decided I wasn’t in a hurry just yet. A pretty girl was sitting next to me and seemed to be enjoying talking to me.

“I’m in no hurry.”

“Suit yourself. Weather can be a bitch out here when it wants to be.”

“I’m just enjoying talking to you,” I admitted, and saw her blush a little at my confession. She nodded with a smile as she looked away. At that point, I knew she was enjoying our small talk, too. “I can get down the road to that motel later, if you don’t have anywhere to be.”

“I don’t live far,” Megan told me as she brushed a lock of hair from her face and smiled at me.

That started our conversation. Three hours later, Megan had moved to the stool next to mine, and we were still engrossed in learning about each other. I had learned she was single and had been out of a relationship for a year. Dating prospects were slim that far from civilization. Megan enjoyed knitting which I had laughed at, and thought was odd for a woman in our age group. However, she had, in turn laughed when I confessed my penchant for collecting stamps. The word nerd got mentioned more than once for both of us. After three hours, I knew she was kind, considerate and owned a cat named Patches. A nagging feeling pulled at me at about the two-hour mark.

It felt like I was passing something in a fleeting minute, that perhaps I should pay attention to.

At the three-hour mark, Megan glanced around and gasped. “Look at that.”

Turning, I followed where she stared out the front window. So engrossed had we been in each other, that neither of us had noticed the snow falling faster.

“I can still make it to the hotel,” I told her confidently, as she slid off the stool and walked to the front window.

Megan peered out into the night and the falling snow as I walked up beside her. As I did, my attention wasn’t on the snow falling outside but her round bottom, that looked even more delectable now that I knew her better. We stood watching the fluffy white snowflakes fall for several minutes without speaking. The silence between us felt comfortable and natural. We stood close enough to each other that I could feel the heat coming off her. I stood a head taller than her and in the reflection from the window with the dark street behind it, I saw her looking at me with a smile. When she saw me watching her as she was me, her smile grew broader.

“Have you ever had a fantasy?”

“Sure. Who doesn’t?” I shrugged. “I always wanted to be a football player,” I grinned down at her reflection.

“Not that kind of fantasy, you goof. Another kind,” Megan smiled slyly at me. I thought I knew what she was getting at.

She took the rod for the blinds and twisted it in her fingers, closing the blinds and covering the window.

“What are you getting at?” I watched her as she stepped to the big window on the other side of the door. My eyes were again glued to the yoga pants that didn’t leave anything to one's imagination.

Megan grinned broadly at me as she closed the blinds then stepped to the door. “I've always had this fantasy about having sex in here.”

“In here? Where people eat?” I laughed as she closed the blinds on the front door and locked it. It suddenly became very clear where the night was heading.

“Right in here. It’s good to have sexual fantasies. Healthy even, I read once.” Megan tested the lock on the door.

“It certainly is.” I surveyed the empty cafe. “So, right here you say.”

“On a table, actually. In a booth.” Megan smiled sexily as waggled her eyebrows at me teasingly, then stepped towards me.

“Like this one?” I took a step away from her toward a booth and noted the table was bolted to the wall. The rounded formica bench seats were from a time gone by and I playfully leaned on the table to test it’s weight-bearing capacity. “This one here?”

“Just like that one.” Megan replied quietly. Her voice sounded almost a sultry whisper.

“We haven’t even kissed, yet. Maybe, we should do that first.”

“I agree.” Megan had stepped closer and now stood inches from me, leaning up to wrap her arms around my neck.

When her lips touched mine, it was like electricity shot through me. Perhaps, it was the romantic situation or maybe, it was that she was a virtual stranger and things like this never happened to me. When Megan’s lips touched mine, I felt that kiss through my entire body. We were pawing at each other instantly as we lost control.

My hands explored her body as both of hers reached down to grip my butt. She pressed herself tightly against me and I could feel her hard nipples through her sweater. We were both panting, and my heart was racing as we groped at each other, until I finally pulled away.

“Protection?” I gasped as I stared at her, coming to my senses. “I wasn’t planning on anything like this happening.”

Megan stepped away and I could see her mind racing. “Neither was I.” Then, she looked up at me, “You could pull out?”

“Okay.” I wasn’t going to argue. We were back on each other in seconds.

Her hands wandered around to the front of my jeans and stroked me. I was already fully hard and as Megan worked her hand down the length of my manhood, she made a noise in her throat, then pulled away. Looking down, she saw where the end of her hand rested at the tip of my erection, a considerable way down my pant leg.

“I’m kinda big,” I confessed as I followed her gaze.

She looked up at me. Her surprised look was priceless. “Umm…I can see that.” Then, she thought for a second, as if contemplating her options. “Another fantasy down,” then added, “The condom wouldn’t have fit, anyways.”

We were tearing at each other’s clothes a second later as we kissed again. When my hand wandered between her legs, I could feel her wetness starting to soak through the sexy yoga pants she was wearing. Megan moaned into my mouth as my hand probed between her legs.

“Get behind me,” she gasped as she pulled away. “Bend me over the table.”

“This part of your fantasy?” I asked as she turned away from me and bent over the edge of the table.

“Yes.”

With her bent over, Megan looked even more delectable as her hips splayed out tight and supple. My erection throbbed as I looked at her bent over the table. Working my fingers into her waistband, I worked her yoga pants over her hips and down her shapely legs. Her thong slid away next. Bared before me as I stood back up, her naked bottom was truly a sight to behold and my cock pulsed painfully. Tearing at the front of my jeans, I quickly ripped them down my legs. With one hand on her hip, I pushed my tip into her, fumbling as I tried to find her entrance.

“You’re so big,” Megan moaned as my cock’s head found her opening and pushed into her.

She reached a hand behind her to pull herself open to give me easier access. When I slid into her heated wetness, Megan arched her back like a cat then reached behind her with her other hand to separate herself even more. Fully open for me, I slid easily into her as she moaned.

“So full,” she breathed with her cheek resting on the table.

Taking her hips, I began thrusting. The table creaked and groaned as I pumped into Megan as she was bent over it. As I picked up the pace, driving her hips into the edge of the table, she reached up and grasped the sides of the table with both hands for purchase. In the reflection of the silver napkin holder, I saw her mouth hanging open as she punctuated my thrusts with a series of grunts.

It took only a minute for her to climax.

“Don’t stop. It feels so good,” Megan moaned as I drove into her.

When her second orgasm hit her, she was bouncing off the table with each rough stroke. It wasn’t my best performance but certainly my hottest as I struggled to hold back my own orgasm. She was clearly enjoying every second of me as well, judging from her moans and cries. After her orgasm subsided, she dropped her cheek back onto the cool table and I saw her grip loosen on the table edges. Reaching up as I thrust, I brushed a lock of hair from her face and caressed her cheek. She looked radiant in her post-orgasmic bliss.

“I want to watch you,” Megan moaned to me as she turned and tried to look back at me.

Pulling off me, she pushed herself wearily off the table and turned towards me. It was the first time I’d seen her naked from the front. Shaved and plump with desire, her sex was coated in her cum as she boosted her bottom up onto the table. I helped her by tearing off her shoes and yoga pants, then dropping them on the bench by the table we were occupying.

“You look incredible,” I told her and not just because she was naked, and we were having sex. She really did look radiant and beautiful.

“God, you’re huge,” Megan commented in awe as she looked down at my cock throbbing in front of me, covered in her juices. “It’s so fat.”

“Just the way I’m made,” I smiled at her as I ran my hands up her belly and pushed her sweater and bra up as she lay back. Exposing her breasts, I brushed my thumb over a hard nipple and felt her tense as the pleasure rolled through her. Leaning over, I took the turgid bud in my mouth and sucked deeply, as she cradled my head to her while I suckled her.

Straightening, I pushed myself back into her wetness and quickly found her opening again. Megan reached down and gripped the edge of the table with both hands as I entered her. Framing her bottom, she held onto the table to keep herself from being pushed backward as I started thrusting again.

“You’re so big. So, fat,” Megan repeated then add, “So huge.” Each sentence punctuated my thrusts.

I reached up and covered both her breasts with my hands as I drove into her. Megan’s orgasm arched her back off the table. She cried out as I thrust into her and I felt her pulsing clenches around me. Her comments about my size and her gripping my shaft was driving me over the edge. The pace of my thrusting quickened as I felt my own orgasm starting deep within me. When Megan wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me harder into her, I knew I was done.

“I’m coming,” I gasped at her as I started to come.

“Do it on me. I want to see it.”

Following her instruction, I reached between us and felt my hand pressing into her wetness as I thrust. I watched us both as I reached the peak of my orgasm, pulling out at the last second. Resting my balls against her wetness, I spasmed, shooting a thick trail of semen onto her stomach. A few quick jerks with my hand and I shot several more streams of cum onto her as she watched excitedly. When I finally finished and lay my cock on her, Megan reached down and ran her small hand up the length of my cock. It sent shivers through me.

“That was amazing,” Megan told me as she set her head back on the table with a satisfied smile.

“Incredible.” I gasped, trying to slow my breathing as I looked down at her covered in my semen. I’d never seen a more gorgeous woman.

“Help me up.”

Megan reached for me with one hand, and I helped her to the edge of the table. When she hopped off, her legs looked like they were going to give out as she gripped my arm for support.

“You okay?”

“Wow. That was amazing. I can barely stand.”

“You'd better get cleaned up.”

“Yeah, I guess I better,” Megan chuckled as she picked up her yoga pants and shoes from the bench. With her sweater reaching to her hips, I watched the sway of her bottom as she walked towards the back of the café. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. In all her bare glory, Megan walked away as the hottest woman I’d ever been with. The fact that we connected on every level had only made the sex even hotter. As she rounded the corner, I grabbed some napkins to clean myself up, then pulled up my jeans.

A few minutes later, Megan was back as she held onto the wall for support until she reached the dining room.

“You’re quite the lover, Austin,” she told me as she crossed the café. “I dare say that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Not so bad yourself,” I replied as I followed her to the front door fearing that she was going to ask me to leave now that we had finished. “And I agree.”

Instead, Megan peered through the blinds. “Oh my,” she exclaimed then turned the rod to open the blinds.

Outside, a foot of snow blanketed the street and my car.

“Whoa,” it was my turn to exclaim as I looked at the white world outside. I wasn’t going anywhere, and my mind raced, trying to think where I could sleep besides in my car.

“Guess you’re not going anywhere,” Megan quipped with a smile, as she turned to me.

“You read my mind.”

“I live upstairs. There’s a stairway in the back. We won’t even have to go outside.” She bit her slip sexily as she grinned at me. “You could sleep over.”

Nodding, I thought over her offer. “What will people say? It’s an awfully small town,” I replied, as I shook my head in mock shame.

“It will be the scandal of the year,” Megan agreed as she smiled slyly at me. “People will talk about it for months.” Then, she offered me her hand and pulled me toward the back of the café.

I stayed that night with Megan in her bed. After fulfilling her fantasy of having sex on one of her café tables, we fulfilled several of both of ours in her bed that night.

Over the years, we’ve still not exhausted our supply of sexual fantasies with each other. I never left, never made it to California for my new job. Instead, I’ve been very content to operate a small café, in a tiny mid-western town, with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.

All because I stopped to eat, late one night when I got off the interstate.