Norma Egan - Daddy_s bad girl

When she woke early the next morning, something seemed different about her room, something in the quality of the light. She glanced at the window and saw that it was half buried in snow. It must have snowed all night to get as deep as that, and it was still coming down in thick slow flakes. She thought nothing more about it and went down to breakfast. The only ones at the table were Guy and an awkward-looking young man with horn-rimmed glasses. Guy introduced him as Walter Peabody, a naturalist from the University of California, who had come to study the wildlife around the lodge. Peabody seemed very shy and hardly spoke during breakfast.

"How's my girl this morning?" Guy asked as Judy drank her orange juice. "Get plenty of sleep?"

"Oh, yes!" said Judy. "I feel like a new person! I'm all ready to learn my job this morning, if you can take time to show me."

Guy laughed dryly. "I'm afraid you'll be a lady of leisure for a few days, my dear. We're snowed in."

"Snowed in?" Judy said wonderingly. "I saw the snow on my window, but I never thought about it. But what do we do?"

"Wait for the snowplows," Guy sighed. "Damn it, of all the times for a freak storm! I was counting on a full house over Christmas vacation, and now nobody will be able to get in for nearly a week. That's one disadvantage of being in such a remote place – help is a long time getting here when you need it. So, Daughter, there's nothing for you to do except catch up on your reading. Nobody can even get outside to ski."

"But won't you still need me as a waitress, or to help with the maid work?" Judy asked.

"No, I have plenty of staff for the small crowd that's stuck here," replied Guy. "No reason for you to work if you don't have to. There's only eight guests snowed in with us – the others were to arrive this week. Eight guests, when usually I have fifty! Christ, it pines me, but there's nothing to be done."

"At least we'll have time to talk now!" Judy laughed.

Guy reached out and patted her hand. "You bet we will, sweetheart! I intend to give the whole evening to it, just you and me. Right now, though, I have to go make an emergency check on our supplies. It won't do to have our guests starve."

"Oh, dear!" said Judy. "What will you do if there isn't enough food to last till the snowplows come?"

"Never fear!" laughed Guy, getting up from the table. "I'll just hang a keg of mm around my neck, paint an S.O.S. sign on my back, and crawl to the nearest outpost of civilization. See you later."

Judy sighed. He certainly was a busy man, and she'd hardly had more than a brief, superficial talk with him so far. But there was this evening to look forward to, perhaps even a chance to ask him all about the mysterious divorce. Meanwhile, she decided to keep busy. The first thing she wanted to do was explore the lodge.

The top floor, she found, was all bedrooms, enough to accommodate around sixty guests. The main floor consisted of the dining room, changing rooms for the skiers, a small bar, a reading room, and an enormous main room with two fireplaces, plush carpet, and comfortable chairs and sofas and floor cushions. There was a basement floor also, where Judy found the kitchen, quarters for the staff, the laundry, and a well-equipped recreation room. She briefly amused herself there playing pool, but it wasn't much fun alone. She saw a large storage closet at the back of the room and went to snoop around in it, but she had just stepped inside when she heard other people coming into the recreation room. She felt very foolish. How would it look if she were to pop out of a closet full of pool cues and volley balls? Rather than be known as a snooper, she decided just to stay hidden in the closet till the people left. She quietly finished closing the door, then knelt down and peered through the keyhole to see who was there.

It was two young couples she remembered meeting at dinner, Herbie Haymes, an advertising man from New York, and his very chic wife Dora; and Ken Carison, a real-estate broker from Seattle, and his wife Barbara, who struck Judy as housewifey but hip. She had liked them all, especially the Carisons. Now the four young people were wandering around the room rather aimlessly, chatting and laughing.

"Well, what are we going to do while we wait for our rescuers?" Barbara Carison sighed. "Hell, we can't even ski! Ken, isn't it just our luck to save our money for a skiing vacation and then get snowed in the lodge?"

Ken laughed. "You said it, baby! Typical Carison luck! But we can't let it get us down! We will bravely amuse ourselves till the snowplows get here. Checkers, anybody? Ping-pang?"

"I know what I'd like to do!" chuckled Herbie Haymes, pinching his wife's ass and making her squeal.

"Herbie!" Dora cried, flushing. "Really! Do you ever think about anything but sex?"

"Thank God, no," answered Herbie. "I'll never get ulcers."

"Well, please try to contain yourself," Dora laughed. "We've only just met Ken and Barb, and you're already being naughty!"

"Hey, wait," Ken grinned, "we may be on to something. Do you guys swing?"

Through the keyhole, Judy saw the two couples eye each other a moment, then smile. "Happens we do," said Herbie. "What about you and Barb?"

"Yep," laughed Ken. "Isn't this a great coincidence?"

Another interval of eyeing each other occurred. Ken took in Dora's tall, slender, fashion-model form, her beautiful legs and long black hair. Dora glanced with equal appreciation at Ken's lanky but muscular build. Herbie was a little short and pudgy, but Barbara was turned on by his impish looks and sense of humor. Herbie almost licked his lips as he studied her: Barbara Carison had very large firm tits, but a neat little waist and trim hips. He liked blondes, too. Everybody seemed more than satisfied with what they saw.

"Well," chirped Herbie, "how about it? It's okay with you, isn't it, Dora?"

"Damned right?" replied Dora, still eyeing Ken.

"What do you say, honey?" Ken asked his wife. "I think it's a great idea."

"Me, too," cooed Barbara. "We won't be bored for a minute!"

"Great!" said Herbie. "So, where? When?"

"Na time like the present," answered Barbara. "We'll just lock this door."

The men grinned, and Dora looked flushed and excited as Barbara went to lock the door. The voluptuously built blonde housewife smiled as she returned and began tugging her sweater off over her head. Her D-cup pink bra came into view, and Herbie gawked happily. Dora began tugging off her tight blue pants.

From her hiding place in the closet, Judy almost gasped. She'd heard the term "swinging" before, and understood pretty much what it was about, but she hadn't really made the connection until the girls began taking their clothes off. Now it was clean, especially from the way the men leered and began hastily stepping out of their pants, just what was going to happen. Oh, God, how embarrassing! What should she do? Judy felt it was wrong to spy on something like this, yet she could not bring herself to open the closet door, even to apologize hastily and flee. She would feel so ashamed! Probably the decent thing to do was to stay where she was, but not watch, yet she couldn't stop staring. She felt wickedly fascinated. She did not approve of swinging or of any extramarital sex, and she felt it was almost depraved to watch other people making love. Yet there she was, hardly breathing, her eyes popping as she looked through the keyhole, unable to tear herself away.

Both couples were naked now and eyeing each other again. Certainly Barbara was more stacked than Dora, her curved, firm body like a horny male fantasy of a woman. Released from the bra, her lovely big breasts sloped slightly, the nipples big and brown and pointed. But Dora was beautiful, too, slim-hipped and coltish, her little plump tits sporting light-pink nipples. Barbara had a rather large, black, long-furred snatch, while Dora's, also black, and was tiny and dainty. Between the men there were great differences, too, Ken very tall and slim but hard, Herbie short and square and hairy. But their cocks were about the same size and length, white and droopy now – certainly, in Judy's opinion, not as big as Rick's. Both men were uncircumcised, their limp pricks ending in wrinkled points.