I had spent the week travelling to Northampton, it took me almost three hours to get to work on the first morning and two hours to get home, that meant a thirteen hour day for me. I found the motorway terrifying the first time I drove on it and very intimidating, my Vauxhall Corsa being one of the smallest cars on the motorway. My plan to get on the motorway, get in the left most land and stop there until I had driven the ten junctions worked well for me though.

I used a few lunch breaks that first week looking at bed and breakfast options, the hotel closest to the Northampton office, the hotel that every one in the company that stopped over night used was a basic hotel but charged one hundred pounds a night. The only advantage as far as I could see was that it was close enough to walk to work. On the first Thursday though I saw a large house around a half mile from work where I could get bed and breakfast for twenty-five pounds a night, with evening meal for thirty pounds, all of a sudden it made the ‘break neck’ drive seem pointless. I could stop Monday to Thursday for the price of one night at the large hotel. Friday evening was a major pain, the radio traffic news informed me that the queue of traffic went from junction fifteen to junction twenty eight, it was ten pm when I got home that night and Harry was more than a little worried when I eventually got home.

I had spent so long during the week travelling and working that I had been too tired for sex all week and now I had started my period which didn’t please Harry at all, it would be Tuesday the following week before Harry would want to have sex with me, he was definitely not one for ‘messy sex’. I slept most of the day on Saturday and on Sunday I cooked a nice meal, I gave Harry hand and oral relief, it wasn’t, after all, his fault that I was so tired from travelling and work. Harry was in a little better mood after I relieved him and he asked if I would like to go to the Conservative club for a drink. I declined, I knew that I would have to face the ‘traffic from Hell’ on Monday morning so I had decided to leave at five am to get a head start. Harry left me alone and went to the club anyway. My mobile phone rang, it was Dell, “Everything OK with you?” “Yes thanks Dell, how are you?” “I’m a little bored, I waited until your old man left before I called is that OK?” “Yes”, “Can I come over?” “Where are you?” “Across the road, on the footpath”, I put shoes on and left the house. I walked to Dell and he walked away from me until we were both out of sight of the houses, then he stopped and turned towards me, he kissed me tenderly and thanked me for coming out to him.

We walked along the path towards the clearing in the wood with the fallen tree, as Dell held the branch up I told him that I couldn’t have sex with him as I was on my period. Dell and I kissed for a while, he pressed his erection against me each time our lips met to show me just what he could give me and he kept saying over and over again, “I really miss you!” I told Dell about my early start in the morning and he was very disappointed that we wouldn’t be able to ‘fool around’ a little. I decided that I had given Harry relief and that I could do the same for Dell, he was very happy when I knelt before him on the pathway and gave him a blow-job.

I was in bed sleeping when Harry got home from the club and he was sleeping when I left for work. I was in the office by six thirty, the motorway was so quiet at five in the morning that I was able to do eighty miles an hour all the way. I decided to use the two and a half hours of extra work I did on Monday morning as a way of leaving early on Friday.

Tuesday saw a horrific accident reported on the Motorway, I was already on the motorway when the first reports began to come through on the radio. I joined the motorway at junction fifteen and was stationary before junction ‘fifteen-a’. The traffic didn’t turn a wheel for thirty minutes, there was a powder blue Audi ‘A-six’ at the side of me, the driver, an African or Caribbean man, had wound down his passenger window and was trying to attract my attention. I was a little distracted by the sight of the temperature gauge rising into the red zone. I didn’t understand the mechanics of the internal combustion engine but I had to assume that the red zone meant bad news rather than good. A small object hit my window, it was a Pezz or a Tic-Tac, the driver of the Audi was desperate to attract my attention, I was stationary at the side of the marker indicating one hundred yards to the exit at junction fifteen-a. “Hey, are you going past junction twenty-one?” The guy said as I wound down my window, “Yes up to twenty-five”, I said. “The accident is just before twenty-one, nothing can get past, we could be here for hours!” I checked my watch, I had already been on the road for over an hour and I had travelled less than five miles. I nodded my head in agreement, he told me that he had ‘”Traffic Master” and he had two routs to Nottingham that were running slow but still open. I couldn’t see what that information had to do with me though. “If you pull into the hard shoulder for a hundred yards, I’ll follow you, over take you on the slip road and then you can follow me to junction twenty-two and the other side of the blockage”. I objected, being a new driver I didn’t want to break the law, “It’ll be ok, we could be here another hour just getting that one hundred yards, and all the time the traffic going on the alternate routs is growing!” I made a decision, I was beginning to overheat because I was sitting in the jam so I pulled into the hard shoulder and the powder blue Audi followed me. As I descended from the motorway towards the A43 the Audi passed me as if I were standing still. I worried that I would stand no chance of keeping up with him but I needn’t have worried, the A43 was extremely busy too. We drove less that a mile and turned right towards Tiffield, now we were on very minor roads indeed but at least we were able to drive at a reasonable speed. I followed for thirty minutes and suddenly the Audi pulled off the road, I began to panic, the man, six foot two inches tall and around twenty-two stones in weight, approached my car, he was talking on his mobile phone. I locked my door and wound down my window, “Sorry love, A lorry has his a low bridge ahead of us, there is no chance of going north now, I’m on the phone to Hotel Finder, do you need a room too?” I nodded, “Make that a hotel with two rooms please, ok I’ll hold on”, he said into his mobile phone. “Nothing to do now but wait for them to call me back if they can find us rooms”, he said to me. We made small talk for twenty minutes, until his phone rang. “Hello, Woodrow Green, yes, uhuh, yes, thanks”, Woodrow hung up his phone and beamed out a huge smile as he said, “We have the last two rooms in the midlands”. I walked to Woodrow’s car with him and watched as he punched the postcode of the hotel into his Traffic Master unit and to my amazement I watched a route display on the small TV screen. There was a red line as part of the route, Woodrow pressed a different button, a second route was displayed, this also had a red section to the route. “One more time”, Woodrow said as he punched a second button, this time the route was much more convoluted but it was green all the way. “Follow me” he said, we drove twenty or so minutes along roads that looked like driveways to peoples houses and eventually we came out of a single-track road right at the side of the hotel. The road was gridlocked with traffic in both directions, Woodrow just pulled on to the footpath for the ten yards to the entrance to the car park, and I followed him. It took a while to find a parking space as the place was packed to the gunwales with cars. As Woodrow and I walked across the car park three men abandoned their cars and ran in to reception ahead of us, Woodrow’s face split into a broad grin, his teeth were almost dazzling they were so white. Woodrow had a small case with him, I looked at it in disbelief, “I have been stuck on the road many times, if you do the journey often you too will keep an emergency bag with a clean shirt, pants, socks and wash kit in your car”.

In the reception, the three men that had rushed in to the hotel in front of us were behind four other men all arguing with the reception staff. “I’m sorry sir but we have no rooms left” the receptionist said over and over again, a second receptionist was on the phone to the hotel chains central booking office, she put down the phone and announced. “I’m sorry, we don’t have a single room this side of London in any of our hotels. We waited patiently at the back of the queue until Woodrow caught the fraught receptionists eye, “Woodrow Green, I believe I have a reservation?” Two keys were placed on the counter and Woodrow filled in both registration cards. He passed me my key and led the way through to the stairs. I asked why he hadn’t let me fill in my own registration form, “I have booked the rooms through my company, I wouldn’t be able to explain your name to the accountants would I?” “Well I intend to pay for my own room”, I said. “You can pay next time”, Woodrow said with a face splitting smile.

I decided not to have a shower and freshen up. I didn’t have clean underwear to put on so it was better that I just carried on smelling than have to put on day old panties on top of a clean body. Plan number one, shower before bed, rinse my draws out and put them on the radiator to dry over night, that way at least in the morning I would have reasonably fresh knickers to put on, I felt much happier now that I had that plan to work too. Woodrow met me in the bar, he had already downed half a pint of beer, he offered me a drink and I asked for a ‘Britvic orange’ and lemonade, “Barkeep, a Saint Clemens for the lady!” I watched as the barman squeezes three oranges into a cocktail shaker, then two lemons and crushed ice, he topped the drink off with a small measure of lemonade and shook the cocktail. Being tea total as I was, I thought that I had tried every combination of orange and lemonade going, but this one was certainly different, it actually lifted my spirits. I decided to use the pay phone in the lobby instead of my mobile to ring Harry and tell him the bad news. I was very surprised with Harry’s reaction to the news that I was stopping overnight in a hotel, he told me that he had been glued to the news24 channel watching the various clips from the five or six bad accidents that had conspired to cut the country in half. He thought that I might end up spending the night in my car on the motorway, the hotel was definitely preferable to that.

I paid for dinner, it was the least that I could do, Woodrow was a very interesting person, he was borne on the island of Jamaica and moved to the UK when he was eight years old. I had to admit that he was the first non-white person that I had ever spoken to in the flesh. He made a bad joke about him being on his best behaviour, that he wouldn’t turn me into a zombie or anything as I slept. “I thought that Zombie’s were from the island of Hispanyola not Jamaica”, I said. The evening was very pleasant and I was really glad that I had finally finished my period earlier in the day. I felt much better today than I had since Friday, and also because I wasn’t so tired and not having driven all the way home I actually felt a little turned on. “Pity I’m eighty miles from Harry or Dell I thought to myself. At eleven o’clock I decided it was time for bed, Woodrow and I walked from the bar and through reception together. There were two policemen in reception with a young couple who had a baby and a three-year-old toddler with them. The receptionist was being very apologetic but she knew for a fact that there wasn’t a room to be had in the county, the couple’s car had broken down in the traffic jams and the police had rescued them to prevent them spending a night in a cold car. Woodrow grabbed my arm, “If I promise not to be a bad boy all night, would you give your room to that couple and bunk in with me?” My heart melted, not only because of the young couple and two very young children but also because of how huge Woodrow’s heart was. I nodded my head, “have you left anything in your room?”, I shook my head, I didn’t have anything to leave in my room. Woodrow walked up to the woman who was trying to pacify her baby, “Hey, when’s your birthday?” “In two months time, why?” “We’ll call this an early birthday present then”, he said as he pressed the key to my room into her hand.

My hotel room had been a double room like Woodrow’s, my room had two single beds with a cabinet between them so that they were fixed as two singles, I was expecting Woodrow’s room to be the same. As Woodrow opened his door I got a shock, his room had a double bed rather than two singles. “would you like to use the bathroom first?” Woodrow asked me, I nodded. I washed my panties out with a little of the hotels shampoo and laid them on the radiator, they would probably be stiff as card in the morning but at least they would be a little cleaner. I had a quick shower, while the water was caressing my body an idea came to me. I could re-make the bed while woodrow was in the bathroom, take the bottom sheet and fold it so that it became like a sleeping bag for one half of the bed and the same with the top sheet on the other side, sorted!

I dried myself feeling a lot happier, I wrapped the towel around my body and folded the top over and tucked the open side in using my breasts to hold the whole thing like a strapless wrap-over dress, ‘Hotel chic by Tracey’.

I couldn’t believe my luck, if it wasn’t for the bad kind I would have no luck at all today, I didn’t get a chance to re-make the bed, there was a small notice on the bedside table. “Dear Guest, we are experimenting with duvets in some of our rooms, if you would prefer to have the bedding replaced with sheets and blankets please feel free to contact housekeeping.” I believed the note but still peeked under the duvet to prove that there were no separate sheets to make the bed safer. I could have phoned housekeeping but it was already midnight and who knew how long it would have taken to get the bed changed at that time of night. I decided that I would just have to keep my designer, towelling dress on all night. I turned the light out, the room was illuminated with the red glow of the hotel sign outside the window, I checked that the curtains were closed properly and they were. My room would have been far more suitable for Woodrow and I to have shared, two single beds, the dark side of the hotel, I smiled at myself for that thought, the dark side of the hotel, and here I was about to spend the night with the darkest man I had ever met.

Woodrow walked slowly from the bathroom, his eyes were obviously taking time to accustom to the darkness while mine had plenty of time to adjust to the dark. There was no doubt about it, the rumours that I had heard about the way some Afro-Caribbean men were built was certainly true in Woodrow’s case. His cock was gigantic, it looked just over half erect, at least nine inches long and thicker than my wrist. As he walked his member swung from side to side, in my mind I could hear the swishing sound that would have accompanied the movement in a cartoon.

Woodrow slipped into bed at my side, he patted my backside and said “Goodnight”. Then he grasped the top edge of the towel, just between my shoulder blades and tugged upwards. “You can’t sleep in this, it’s wet, I promised to behave all night long didn’t I?” The power of Woodrow’s arms were amazing, that simple movement had lifted me off of the bed and spun me almost one-hundred and eighty degrees, I was now totally naked and facing Woodrow. His smile lit up the bed, he seemed to have teeth that had their own internal lanterns, “Anyway, pity to hide such a fine body as you have”.

I turned to face away from Woodrow once again, if he had asked me I would have opened up to him totally but my middle-class, socially and sexually repressed upbringing forbade me from making the first move. Woodrow settled down in the bed, he was facing me, he slipped his left arm under my pillow and placed his right hand on my right hip, he pulled me back towards him and I felt his cock, now fully erect, pressing against the tops of my thighs. It was an autonomic reaction, my legs parted slightly and the head of Woodrow’s cock slid between them, tracing an ark in damp pre-cum through the valley of my buttocks and ploughing a furrow between my labia. At the crucial point in the arc of his cock’s progress I eased back a little more to trap the monster at the gateway to my love. “Now then woman, you want me to break my promise to you, I said I’ll be good all night long and I meant it, now settle down and go to sleep!” Woodrow’s cock continued on its arc, it hit my clitoris and made me jump a little and then it was clear of the danger zone. I couldn’t believe that I was spooning with this man who I had met only a few hours before, his cock was so long that it was peeping out between my thighs, I reached down and felt the huge head of the beast on my side of the bed and although a little, crap, a lot disappointed, I fell asleep.