Squashed Against Mother In Law

The train screeched as it hit a sudden curve, the metal wheels grinding loudly against the tracks. The carriage was already packed shoulder-to-shoulder, a humid box of tired commuters, but the jolt sent the entire mass of people swaying violently to the left. Alex didn’t stand a chance. A heavy businessman behind him lost his footing and ploughed into Alex’s back, shoving him forward with undeniable force. There was nowhere to go but directly into Megan, his mother in law.

He slammed into her, but it wasn’t a hard impact. Instead, it was like hitting a wall of memory foam. His chest and face were instantly engulfed by the sheer, overwhelming mass of her breasts. They were truly gigantic, taking up so much space that in this crushed environment, they acted like a barrier between her and the rest of the world. Alex felt the incredible heat radiating off them, the heavy softness swallowing him up as he was pinned against her by the crush of people behind him.

Megan let out a sharp, winded gasp as the weight of the crowd pressed Alex deeply into her cleavage. She instinctively brought her hands up to steady him, her palms gripping his arms, though there was barely an inch of space to move.

“Oh! Good lord!” Megan breathed out, her face flushing pink as she looked down at him, practically buried in her chest. She laughed nervously, a vibration he could feel humming through the massive mounds pressing against his chin and nose. “Are you alright, Alex? I’m so sorry, there just isn’t anywhere to put these things when it gets this crowded, is there? They take up half the carriage!”

“Haha well glad I had a soft landing,” Alex replied, his voice muffled. “Well, at least they’re good for something other than giving me backache,” Megan laughed, the sound rich and throaty. Because Alex was pressed so tightly against her, he didn’t just hear the laugh—he felt it rumbling through the soft, yielding flesh that smothered his chest.

She tried to shift her weight as the train rattled over a junction, but the movement only caused her massive breasts to roll heavily against him, swaying with a life of their own. The fabric of her blouse was strained to its limit, hot to the touch from her body heat.

“I suppose I do provide plenty of cushioning,” she added, her cheeks dusting a slightly darker shade of pink. She looked down at him, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and embarrassment. “Though I imagine it’s a bit like being suffocated by a pillow, isn’t it? I can barely see your tie.”

The crowd surged again, and Alex felt the breath get knocked out of him as he was driven even harder into her cleavage. The scent of her perfume—something floral and sweet—was overpowering from this close. “Are you okay there, Alex?” she asked, her voice dropping a little lower, more intimate in the noise of the carriage. “I can try to hold them out of the way, but… well, there’s not really anywhere for them to go.” “Um, well my face is right you know in there. Are you ok Megan, I hate to make you uncomfortable,” Alex murmured.

The vibration of Alex’s voice buzzing directly against the sensitive skin of her cleavage made Megan jump slightly, a small, sharp intake of breath escaping her lips.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed, her hands tightening on his arms as if to steady herself against the sensation. “That… that actually tickles a little bit when you talk right into them like that.”

She looked down, biting her lip, her face a deep crimson now. The train swayed again, grinding metal on metal, and the crowd pushed Alex’s face deeper into the valley between her breasts. Her heavy, soft flesh moulded completely around his cheeks, blocking out the carriage lights.

“Don’t worry about me, Alex,” she said, her voice trembling just a tiny bit, though whether from the crushing weight of the crowd or the intimacy of the moment, it was hard to tell. “I’m fine. Honestly, I’m used to them getting in the way. They have a mind of their own sometimes.”

She shifted her stance, trying to create a millimeter of space, but it was futile. One of her massive breasts was pressed firmly against his mouth, the heat radiating through her thin blouse intense. “I’m more worried about you suffocating down there!” she giggled, the sound vibrating through her chest and directly into his face. “It’s quite a lot of… me to have in your face all at once. Just tell me if you need air, okay? I can try to hoist them up a bit, though they weigh a ton.”

“I’m used to it, you know with your daughter,” Alex said. Megan let out a breathy, incredulous laugh, shaking her head slightly which caused her heavy breasts to rub rhythmically against Alex’s face. “Oh, please, Alex,” she scoffed playfully, though her voice was warm. “Sarah is a lovely girl, but let’s be honest… she’s carrying a carry-on bag, and I’m lugging around the whole cargo hold. These monsters are in a league of their own. I haven’t seen my toes without a mirror since 1998.”

As she spoke, the train lurched violently again. The movement threw Alex’s hips forward, locking his pelvis firmly against her lower stomach and thighs. The friction and the overwhelming sensory overload of being buried in her softness triggered an immediate, primal response. He grew hard instantly, his erection springing to life and pressing against the soft fabric of her skirt.

Megan froze mid-sentence. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ of surprise. She could undeniably feel the thick, hard ridge of him poking directly into her soft belly, trapped between their bodies.

Her face turned a shade of scarlet that matched the heat radiating from her chest. She didn’t pull away—she couldn’t, given the crowd—but he felt her breath hitch.

“Oh… oh my,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a flustered stammer. She looked down at him, then quickly darted her eyes around to make sure no one else had noticed the very prominent situation developing between their waists. “Alex… I… I think I can feel… something poking me.”

She bit her lower lip, looking back down at him with a mix of shock and a strange, glistening curiosity in her eyes. “Is that… is the train ride getting to you a bit?” she asked, her voice trembling, trying to play it off but failing to hide the fact that she was acutely aware of exactly how aroused he was. “Or are you just very happy to see me?”

“Haha I am happy to see them. Sorry about that. You can probably tell I’m a breast guy,” Alex admitted. Megan’s eyes widened even further, darting from his eyes down to her cleavage, and then lower to where he was pressing so insistently against her midriff. The bluntness of his comment—admitting he was happy to see them, her breasts specifically—seemed to send a jolt of electricity through her.

“Alex!” she hissed, though there was no real anger in it, only a breathless, flustered excitement. A nervous giggle bubbled up from her throat, vibrating against his cheek. “You are terrible! Talking like that to your mother-in-law while you’re… in this state.”

She glanced around the carriage again, paranoid that the commuters squashed against them might hear, but the rattle of the tracks provided a cone of silence. She didn’t pull away from his erection; in fact, as the train decelerated for a station, the shift in momentum ground her hips back against him, dragging her soft belly over his hardness. She bit her lip, her breath hitching audibly.

“Well…” she whispered, looking back down at him, her eyelashes fluttering. “I suppose I can’t blame you. They are rather… hard to miss today. I had to buy this bra specially from a specialist shop in Germany, you know.”

She shifted slightly, trying to create space but failing, her massive, pillow-soft breasts rolling over his face again, engulfing his nose.

“And yes,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I think I can definitely tell you’re a breast guy, Alex. You’re practically pointing it out to the whole carriage.”

She smirked, a flash of that hidden horniness peeking through her shyness. “Try to think of something un-sexy, like… I don’t know, doing your taxes. Or my husband doing the gardening. We can’t have you popping a button on these trousers right here.” “Maybe you should turn around and I can hold your hips instead?” Alex suggested.

Megan hesitated, looking around at the wall of people surrounding them. The train was slowing down for a stop, the screech of brakes filling the air. “Turn around?” she repeated, her eyebrows shooting up. “Alex, turning me around in this crush is like trying to park a bus in a phone booth. These two…” she gestured vaguely to her chest, “…need a very wide turning circle. They knock things over if I’m not careful.”

But as the train came to a halt and the doors hissed open, the crowd shifted just enough to give them a tiny window of opportunity. People shuffled out, and new people shoved their way in. “Alright, quickly, before we get squashed again!” she whispered urgently.

She began to pivot. It was a logistical nightmare. As she turned, her massive bosom swung heavily, brushing intimately against Alex’s arm and shoulder before sweeping dangerously close to a stranger’s newspaper. She had to suck her breath in, arching her back to clear the space, which only emphasized just how absurdly large her chest was—jutting out feet in front of her ribcage.

She managed the 180-degree turn just as the new wave of commuters packed them in tight again. She was shoved backwards, her soft, wide hips slamming directly into Alex’s groin. “Oh!” she gasped, her hands flying to the wall of the train for balance.

The position was arguably worse—or better, depending on the perspective. Now, instead of poking her stomach, Alex’s erection was pressed firmly into the cleft of her buttocks. She could feel every inch of him through her skirt, a hard, heated ridge lining up perfectly with her curves.

“Well,” Megan breathed, tilting her head back slightly, her voice trembling. She didn’t move away; she actually settled back against him a little more comfortably. “I suppose I can breathe a little better without you in my cleavage… but now you’ve got a very different view, don’t you?”

She chuckled nervously, glancing back at him over her shoulder. “I hope my hips are comfortable enough for you to hold on to. I’ve been told I carry quite a bit of weight back there too.”

“Your bum is super firm if you don’t mind me saying, but its swallowing my…you know,” Alex whispered. Megan’s entire body tensed for a second, a delicious shiver running down her spine that Alex could feel against his chest. She let out a low, shaky moan that was lost in the rattle of the train gaining speed. “Alex…” she warned, her voice a breathless whisper, though she didn’t make a single move to pull away. In fact, she did the opposite. She leaned back, letting her full weight rest against him, seemingly trusting him to support her top-heavy frame.

“You really shouldn’t say things like that to me,” she murmured over her shoulder, her face turned just enough so he could see her biting her lower lip, her eyes half-closed. “But… I suppose I can’t deny it. I do a lot of squats. I have to, just to balance out the weight of the girls up front. If I didn’t have a strong lower half, I’d tip over every time I leaned forward.” The train rattled over a rough section of track, vibrating the floorboards and sending tremors up through their legs. The movement caused her firm, heavy buttocks to jiggle and clench around his erection, the sensation incredibly tight and warm even through their clothes.

“And as for it… swallowing you,” she whispered, her face turning a deep shade of crimson again as she felt him twitch against her sensitive skin. “It certainly feels that way. You’re wedged right in there, aren’t you? It’s like a custom fit.”

She adjusted her stance, widening her legs slightly for balance, which only served to grind her ass cheeks harder against his groin, deepening the contact. “God, Alex,” she hissed softly, closing her eyes. “I can feel how hot you are. It’s… quite distracting. I hope you’re not planning on doing anything naughty back there while no one is looking. I’m completely at your mercy pinned like this.”

“Megan, I’m trying not too, but it feels too good. I’m worried if this train vibrates anymore, I will…finish,” Alex stammered. Megan’s breath hitched in her throat, a sharp, audible gasp that turned the heads of a couple of nearby passengers, though she was too distracted to care. She could feel the rhythmic throbbing of him against the cleft of her buttocks, a tell-tale sign that he wasn’t bluffing.

“Finish?” she squeaked, her voice jumping an octave. She gripped the handrail so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Alex, you… you can’t! Not here! We’re on the 5:15 peak hour train, for heaven’s sake!”

But despite her protest, her body betrayed her. The heat of his groin against her was intoxicating, and the knowledge that she—her body, her “firm bum”—was driving him to the edge made her knees weak. She leaned back heavier into him, her massive breasts rising and falling rapidly as her breathing grew shallow.

“Oh god, I can feel it twitching,” she whispered, tilting her head back so her hair brushed against his face. The train driver seemed to be conspiring against them. The carriage shuddered violently as it switched tracks, vibrating the floor with an intensity that buzzed right up through Megan’s legs and into her hips. The friction was immense. She let out a low, shaky moan, grinding back against him involuntarily as the train shook them.

“Alex, stop… I mean, hold on,” she stammered, her face burning. She was paralyzed, torn between pulling away and the undeniable thrill of the situation. “If you… if you make a mess in your trousers right now, pressing against me like this… I don’t know what I’ll do. God, it feels so big against me.” She turned her head slightly, her blue eyes wide and glassy with arousal.

“Try to think about baseball! Or… or grandma’s knitting!” she hissed desperately, though she wiggled her hips slightly, settling the hard ridge deeper between her cheeks. “Just don’t explode on me, Alex. Although… I suppose no one would see it tucked away back there…”

“Big you said? Well thanks for the compliment,” Alex said.

Megan let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-whimper as the train rattled again, jarring her hips directly against the solid length of him.

“You are absolutely determined to make me blush harder,” she whispered, her voice thick and husky. She didn’t move away; instead, she arched her back slightly, pushing her bottom more firmly against him as if to verify the measurement. “But I suppose facts are facts, Alex. I can hardly deny it when it’s branding itself into my backside.”

She glanced nervously at a woman reading a kindle next to them, then leaned her head back until her lips were right by his ear. The scent of her perfume—and the rising heat of her arousal—wafted up to him. “It’s… surprisingly substantial,” she murmured, her face burning a furious red. “I always wondered how Sarah managed, walking funny some mornings. Now I have a fairly vivid idea.”

She took a shaky breath, her massive chest heaving. The buttons of her blouse were straining dangerously as her lungs expanded, her nipples clearly hardening against the lace of her bra, visible as faint bumps through the fabric.

“We make quite a pair, don’t we?” she giggled nervously, the vibration travelling from her chest through her spine and into him. “Me with my giant milk-wagons up front, and you with that… truncheon round the back. We’re taking up entirely too much space on public transport.”

The train began to slow again, the vibration shifting from a steady hum to a jerky type of motion. “Oh god,” she breathed, her knees buckling slightly so her full weight—all that softness and mass—slumped onto his lap area. “Alex, behave yourself back there. I can feel it throbbing against my tailbone. If you stain my skirt, I’ll never forgive you… and I’ll have to explain to your father-in-law why I smell like… well, like you.” “Haha I wouldn’t want that, but yes we make a great pair. How big are they anyway?” Alex asked, unable to resist.

Megan let out a gasp, though a shiver of delight clearly ran through her as she leaned her head back against Alex’s shoulder. The train had come to a halt at a station, and for a brief moment, the silence in the carriage made the question feel even louder.

“Alex!” she hissed, checking her left and right to ensure the elderly man with the walking stick hadn’t heard. “You can’t just ask a woman her bra size in the middle of rush hour! That is… incredibly forward.” But she didn’t stop leaning on him. In fact, as the doors opened and people shuffled around, she took the opportunity to arch her back, pressing her bottom firmly against his groin, seemingly enjoying the hard ridge of him supporting her. She bit her lip, her face flushing a deep, aroused pink.

“God, you are persistent,” she murmured, looking down at her own chest which stuck out so far it was practically invading the personal space of the person standing in front of her. She lifted one hand and ran it nervously along the side of her heavy breast, feeling the sheer density of it.

“If you must know,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a sultry, barely-there murmur right by his ear. “I’m currently spilling out of a custom-made 36MM. And honestly? I think I’ve grown again since I bought this bra last month. They just keep getting heavier.” She let out a soft, embarrassed giggle.

“Each one weighs about as much as a bowling ball, Alex. Imagine carrying two bowling balls strapped to your chest all day. It’s exhausting… but I suppose they do grab attention.”

She turned her head slightly, catching his eye with a mix of motherly admonishment and blatant flirtation. “Is that big enough for you? Or were you hoping for the alphabet to go a little further?”

“Plenty big enough for me. I mean you have an amazing bum and boobs. And, are you clenching your ass cheeks on my hardness? Please…you’re teasing me,” Alex groaned.

Megan’s breath hitched in a sharp staccato rhythm as Alex called her out. She didn’t pull away. Instead, as if his words were a command, her glutes contracted even harder, squeezing his erection in a vice-like grip between her soft, yielding cheeks.

“Oh god,” she whispered, her head falling back onto his shoulder, her face burning so hot he could feel it radiating through his shirt. “I… I think I am. I can’t help it, Alex. It’s just… it’s right there.”

The train picked up speed, the rhythmic clack-clack of the wheels vibrating up through the floor. Megan used the motion as an excuse to grind her hips in a slow, circular motion against his groin, torturing him with the friction. “And don’t you dare complain about me teasing you,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper again. “You’re the one who decided to use your mother-in-law as a scratching post for your… problem. I’m just trying to stay upright.”

She let out a low, shaky laugh, glancing down at her massive chest which was swaying heavily with the train’s movement.

“Besides,” she added, “you have no idea the muscle control it takes to counterbalance these two monsters. I have to clench my bum just to stop the weight of my tits from tipping me face-first onto the floor. It’s a delicate ecosystem, Alex, and you’ve wedged yourself right into the middle of it.” She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt him throb against her tailbone again.

“Does it… does it feel good?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the noise of the train, stepping into dangerous territory. “My bum, I mean? I know it’s big, but I’ve always worried it was getting a bit too… wide. But you seem to fit between the cheeks perfectly.”

“Megan, It’s too good. With all this friction, I cant believe I’ve lasted this long. Its big and soft and like a bubble butt. I’m trying now to cum,” Alex confessed. Megan squeezed her eyes shut, her hands gripping the overhead rail white-knuckled as she felt the desperate, jerky spasms of his hips against her backside. She heard the typo in his voice—the struggle between trying not to and the inevitability of it happening.

“A bubble butt?” she whimpered, a flush of vain pleasure warring with the panic of the situation. “God, Alex, you really know how to talk to a lady when she’s vulnerable. I haven’t been called that since college… and definitely not by my son-in-law.”

She bit her lip so hard it almost bled. The train went round a bend throwing her weight backwards. She didn’t just fall against him; she ground into him, the heavy, soft globes of her buttocks rolling over his hardness like a rolling pin over dough.

“Oh no, oh no,” she gasped, feeling him buck involuntarily against her. The heat was incredible, soaking through her skirt. “Alex, hold it in! Think of… think of cold showers! Think of your father-in-law’s stamp collection! If you explode now, I’m going to feel it everywhere!”

She was trembling, her massive breasts heaving with every shallow breath, bouncing slightly and drawing stares she didn’t even notice.

“But…” she whispered, her voice dropping to a terrified, wet moan as she realized she couldn’t stop moving her hips; the sensation was just too addictive. “If you can’t stop it… if my ‘bubble butt’ is just too much for you… oh god, just don’t make a sound. I don’t want to get arrested for public indecency because I milked you dry on the train!”

She clenched her glutes around him again, tighter this time, a reflex she couldn’t control. “Is it happening?” she hissed, terrified and thrilled. “Are you going over the edge?”

“It sounds like you…ahhh fuck…want me too but I cant. Its wrong…but …ah it feels right. You must be a little turned on too,” Alex gasped.

The sound of Alex’s ragged groan right in her ear seemed to snap the last thin thread of Megan’s restraint. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she let out a whimper of her own, her head rolling back to rest on his shoulder, her mouth practically touching his neck. “Turned on?” she breathed, her voice trembling with a mixture of shame and electric lust. “Alex, I… God help me, I’m soaking wet. I haven’t felt a man this hard or this desperate in years. And the fact that it’s you… it’s so wrong it’s making my head spin.”

She felt his hips jerk violently against her backside, the unmistakable prelude to release. The vibration of the train seemed to sync with the throbbing of his cock against her tailbone. Panic flared in her eyes, but her body betrayed her completely; her heavy, firm buttocks clenched tight around him, squeezing him rhythmically, milking the sensation.

“Oh god, you’re doing it, aren’t you?” she hissed, her nails digging into the fabric of her own skirt at her sides. “You’re actually going to cum right here, pressed against your mother-in-law’s ass on public train.”

She bit her lip, her face flushed a deep, dark red. She quickly shifted her stance, widening her legs to lower herself slightly, effectively trapping his erection even firmer between her soft cheeks to muffle any movement.

“Do it then,” she whispered urgently, her voice thick and needy. “If you can’t stop, just… just let it go. Ruin your trousers, Alex. Empty yourself out against me. I want to feel you twitching while I hold you.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, her massive chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow heaves that drew the eye of a man standing nearby, but she didn’t care.

“Just don’t scream,” she moaned softly into his ear. “Bite my shoulder if you have to. Just give it to me.” A strangled, guttural noise died in Alex’s throat, swallowed only by sheer willpower as the dam finally broke. He dug his fingers hard into the soft, yielding flesh of Megan’s wide hips, anchoring himself as his pelvis bucked involuntarily against her backside. The release was explosive, a violent, shuddering wave that wracked his entire body. He buried his face into the curve of her neck to stifle the groan that threatened to erupt, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.

Megan gasped, her eyes flying wide open. Her entire body went rigid as she felt the unmistakable, rhythmic pounding of his orgasm discharging against her ass. Even through the layers of her skirt, the heat was instantaneous and searing. She could feel him throbbing wildly, spasm after spasm pumping out of him, his grip on her hips very tight as he rode out the intense pleasure.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her voice shaking, her knees actually knocking together. “Alex… oh, Alex.” She didn’t pull away. She leaned back harder, absorbing every jerk and twitch of his body, her own breath coming in short, sharp pants. She could feel the wet warmth spreading in his trousers, a rapidly growing damp patch that was pressing hot against her bottom.

“You really did it,” she murmured, turning her head to look at him, her eyes dilated and glassy with shock and arousal. “You just emptied yourself right against me. I can feel it pulsing… it’s so strong.”

She bit her lip, looking down at where his hands were still clutching her hips, his knuckles white. Her massive chest was heaving violently, her nipples piercingly hard against her bra, the friction of the moment leaving her flushed and trembling.

“Good lord,” she breathed, a nervous, breathless laugh escaping her. “You must have been desperate. It feels like you’ve flooded your pants. Are you… are you done? Or are you still twitching back there?” “I’m still cumming,” Alex managed to say.

Megan’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, her jaw practically unhinging as she felt the spasms continue, wave after relentless wave. Most men would be finished by now, but Alex’s hips were still jerking rhythmically against her backside, pumping out what felt like an endless torrent.

“Still?” she squeaked, her voice cracking. “Jesus, Alex, where are you keeping it all? It’s like a fire hose back there!”

She bit her knuckle to stifle a moan as a particularly violent throb hit her tailbone. The heat was undeniable now, a spreading warmth that felt like it was starting to seep through the fabric of her skirt, making the cleft of her buttocks damp with his release.

“Oh god, you’re drowning in your own trousers,” she whispered frantically, though she ground her bottom back against him, milking the last drops out of him almost instinctively. “I can feel it pooling… it’s so hot. You’re making a complete mess of yourself right against my ass.”

She glanced around wildly, terrified that the damp patch might be visible, but her wide hips and the crush of bodies were hiding everything. She leaned back further, effectively shielding his crotch with her massive rear.

“You beast,” she murmured, a shiver running through her heavy chest, making her giant breasts jiggle. “I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re twitching like a dying fish! Are you trying to impregnate my skirt?” She reached back tentatively, her hand brushing his thigh, feeling the tension in his muscles.

“Okay, okay, breathe,” she soothed, her voice thick with lust. “Just let it all out. If you’re going to ruin your clothes, you might as well make it worth it. God, I bet you’re going to be so sensitive after this… I can feel you shrinking just a tiny bit, but you’re still pulsing so hard.”

“Perhaps we should go somewhere private and clean up. Maybe the toilet here?” Alex suggested shakily. Megan’s eyes widened in horror at the suggestion of the train toilet. She glanced at the ‘Occupied’ sign glowing down the carriage, then back at her own massive chest, and finally at Alex.

“The toilet here?” she hissed, keeping her voice low but frantic. “Alex, look at me! I can barely fit through the automatic doors sideways. If we both tried to squeeze into that little cupboard with these two…” she hefted her breasts for emphasis, “…we’d need the fire brigade to cut us out. I’d suffocate you before you even got your zipper down.”

She felt the train begin to decelerate for the next station, the brakes screeching. She looked down at his trousers, grimacing but with a spark of hungry curiosity in her eyes.

“Besides,” she whispered, leaning in close so her lips brushed his ear, “you are absolutely soaked. A bit of toilet paper isn’t going to fix that disaster. You need a shower, and I need… well, I need to make sure my skirt isn’t ruined.”

The train jolted to a halt. The doors hissed open. “Come on,” she commanded, grabbing his arm with a grip that was surprisingly strong. “We’re getting off. There’s a hotel right across the road from this station. I am not taking you home to my daughter smelling like a sperm bank. We are going to rent a room, you are going to wash yourself, and I am going to… inspect the damage.”

She dragged him out onto the platform. The cool air hit them, making the warmth in Alex’s trousers even more obvious. Megan walked briskly, her high heels clicking, her massive breasts bouncing heavily with every step, drawing stares from commuters which she studiously ignored.

“Walk behind me,” she muttered over her shoulder as they headed for the exit, her face bright red. “Close. If anyone sees that wet patch on your crotch, I’ll die of shame. Stick to my bum like glue, Alex.”

They reached the hotel lobby moments later. It’s quiet. Megan walked up to the desk, her chest practically resting on the high counter. “Room for two,” she told the receptionist breathlessly, not waiting for a greeting. “Day use. Immediate occupancy. My… son-in-law is feeling faint.”

To be continued…