“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain again… we have begun our descent and are about twenty minutes out. The flight attendants will be preparing the cabin for landing in a few minutes. We thank you for flying with us and hope to see you again in the near future.”
The routine was more than familiar to frequent travelers like me. Good – first leg of the journey appears to be successful. I had been tracking bad weather on its way to O’Hare, my connection airport. Fortunately, it looked like we were going to bet the storm in.
Or were we… my senses picked up when the plane altered course. The appointed twenty minutes elapsed and we were no closer to the ground than when our captain had signed off. No announcement – typical. Fifteen minutes later, the lead flight attendant came on to announce that we were in a holding pattern. A half-hour later, we were informed that we would need to divert to Indianapolis to take on more fuel. The adventure begins.
Four hours later we are still on the ground. We’ve finally been refueled, but have no clearance to take off for Chicago again. The passengers up here in first, to which I’d been thankfully upgraded, were starting to get restless. My phone was on ten percent battery; no seat power on the regional jet. I’d already reserved a room at the O’Hare Hilton, assuming that’s where I would be spending the night, my second flight already having been canceled.
That’s when I caught the eye of the young woman sitting across the aisle. Business dress, maybe early thirties, cute. Married. We strike up a conversation about our circumstances. She’s flying to the west coast to make a sales pitch.
“If I don’t make it to Sacramento tonight, I’ll miss my appointment and might as well just turn around and head back home.”
We talk for a while, sharing bits and pieces of our stories. She’s so pleasant. I tell her that I’m about to book a room here in Indy, my instinct telling me that we weren’t going to take off tonight (well, instinct plus a little whisper overheard from the flight attendants that the crew was at risk of timing out), I also didn’t want to be stuck without a room – from the look of things, there were dozens of other aircraft in similar circumstances.
Room secured, I told my new companion where she might look. A frown crossed her face. “My phone just died. Who knew a two-hour flight would turn out to last eight hours?” Just then, the announcement – we are going to have to spend the night here. “Where did you score a room?” she asked. I told her, and as we were deplaning she said she would just head over to the same hotel and see if she could get a room once there. I ordered an Uber and told her she could ride with me, for which she was eternally grateful. “Really, it’s nothing. I just hope you can get a room.”
We arrive at the hotel, and I tell her to go first, as I already had my room and time might be of the essence. I waited, and then she turned around, an even bigger frown and look of worry on her face. “They’re sold out.”
I tell her to wait until I’ve checked in, and then I’d try to help her out. “You don’t have to do that. It’s late and I’ll figure something out.”
“I’m not going to strand a nice person like you,” I replied.
I approached the desk and handed my driver’s license and credit card to the clerk. “Welcome to Indianapolis sir. How was your trip in?” I gave him the brief version of the story. “So sorry to hear that. You’re lucky – you got the last room in the hotel. And good news – given your status you’ve been upgraded to a one-bedroom suite.”
He handed me the key and I turned to look for my traveling companion. She had gone over to a table in the lobby where she could plug in her phone. The look of concern still on her face. I came over. “Any luck?”
She sighed. “I’ve gone on all of my travel apps – zero availability. Looks like all those other stranded fliers beat me to the punch.”
“Look, I hope I’m not out of line here, but I’ve been upgraded to a suite. It has a separate bedroom. I’m happy to let you take the bed and I can sleep on the couch in the living room.”
She looked at me and smiled meekly. “That’s awfully sweet of you, but I simply couldn’t impose.”
“Nonsense”, I replied. “You’re not imposing at all, and there aren’t any other options. I feel a little awkward about this myself, but things are what they are. I promise to be a good boy.”
She let out a laugh. “Oh, I’m not worried about that. You don’t look like the type.” A long pause, a sigh, and then “well, if you’re sure you don’t mind… but I insist on taking the couch.”
“I won’t hear of it,” I responded.
“We can argue about that upstairs,” she said. You’re right – it’s late and we both need some sleep.”
The suite was better than expected. I immediately claimed the couch by placing my bag on it and taking out my 311 bag and placing it in the second bath off the living room. She gave me a wry smile, shook her head, and wheeled her bag into the bedroom. “Ever the gentleman, are we?” her voice trailed off as she left the living room.
Ten minutes later she stuck her head out the door. “I just wanted to say goodnight – and thank you. You are such a kind man.”
I replied “it’s nothing. I hope you have sweet dreams.” Her eyes surveyed the scene.
“Hey, wait, that couch doesn’t pull out?”
“It’s no problem, I’ve slept on worse. Sure beats the airport floor.”
“I’m not going to let you do this to yourself. I insist we change places,” she replied.
“I’m not budging. You have the bed. You keep the bed. Good night.”
“Well then I have a compromise. You haven’t seen it but this is the biggest bed I’ve ever seen. I think it’s what they call a California King. There’s more than enough room for two of us – no risk of us touching each other.”
“Look, I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position.”
“Not uncomfortable at all. This is an adventure, and sometimes you just have to go with the flow.”
We went back and forth like this for a good ten minutes before she wore me down. I changed into a clean t-shirt and stripped to my boxers – my standard on-the-road sleeping gear. I peeked into the room and apologized. She laughed and told me “that makes two of us” as she emerged from the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt that barely covered whatever panties she had on beneath. I couldn’t help but admire her little body. Like I noticed on the plane – cute. Girl next door.
She slipped under the covers on the far side of the bed, and I did the same on my side. “I just need to warn you, my wife says I sometimes snore.”
She chuckled, “well, I can’t tell you my husband hasn’t punched me in the middle of the night either.”
We both laughed. She rolled over toward me and reached out to touch my arm. “I just have to thank you again for rescuing this damsel in distress.” I rolled toward her, suddenly aware of the proximity of our bodies. I smiled in the dim light of the reading lamp on my side of the headboard, the only light on in the room.
“You’re welcome. I feel like tonight is actually a little magical.”
And with that, she leaned over and kissed me, ever so softly, her lips just barely brushing mine. “Funny, I was just thinking something just like that.”
She didn’t move away. Our faces were just inches apart. An eternity passed as I gazed into her eyes in the dim light. She held my gaze, unblinking.
Without thinking, I leaned in for another kiss. This one more intense. I broke it off, leaned back and stared at her again. “Are you okay with this?”
She held my gaze again, then answered me with a passionate embrace, her lips parting, tongue darting into my mouth, arms encircling me. She rolled on top of me and I felt the heat of her body, the hardness of her nipples, and the wetness between her legs as she straddled mine. My hands traveled down her back, across her bottom, and back up between us, cupping her breasts through the fabric. I reached beneath her shirt and slid my hands up, caressing her, feeling her erect nipples. She sat up and shed her shirt, and then tore mine off as well. Then she felt for me and gasped. I was so hard and already leaking. I reached into her panties to dip one finger in her sopping wet pussy and she let out a soft moan of delight.
I rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs. I pushed the crotch of her panties aside and began to assault her clit with my tongue. Her taste was driving me wild and she pressed herself up toward my mouth. I teased her, flicking my tongue across her clit, then pulling away, over and over. Her breathing became ragged and suddenly she convulsed, legs quivering, and let out a cry as liquid spilled out of her and onto my face. I knelt beside her and shoved two fingers into her, finding her g-spot and fucking her hard with my hand, which brought her to another shaking orgasm.
My turn. I ripped off my boxers and knelt beside her again. She licked the tip of my cock and then took as much of it as she could into her mouth. About two-thirds of the way down she began to gag, and so I pulled out of her mouth and placed her hand on my wet cock. She wrapped her hand around me and pumped, her saliva lubricating me. I was ready to burst so I pulled her hand away and knelt between her legs, now involuntarily spread wide to receive me.
I looked into her eyes again as I moved to peel off her panties. She lifted her hips off the mattress and I slid them off. I began to slide the base of my cock up and down the slit of her pussy. I could feel her wetness and heat, and she pressed up, breathing hard again. I stopped, locked onto her eyes as I pressed down, the underside of my cock tight against her cunt. She held my gaze and then reached down for me, She took me into her hand and guided the tip to her entrance. Her eyes said please, now, and she pressed her hips up to meet my downward motion. I stopped, barely an inch into her, and she nodded. That was all I needed.
I bottomed out and began my slow thrusts, building in intensity until I was fucking her for all it was worth. Her nails were digging into my back and she was thrashing beneath me, her beautiful naked body taking everything I was giving her.
I pulled out, rolled her over, pulled her up onto her knees and plunged into her from behind. The sound of our bodies slapping together mixed with the sloppy wet sound of my cock hammering her pussy, my groans and her cries of delight. I reached around and pinched a nipple, hard, twisting hit. She screamed and collapsed beneath me in another quaking orgasm. Without missing a beat I took my knees and shoved her legs together, continuing to fuck her even more deeply this time. I was an animal possessed, driven by the pure adrenaline of this forbidden act as much as the sexiness of her pale skin, shoulders, back, and pleasantly round ass beneath me.
Pulling out again, I rolled onto my back and pulled her onto me. She straddled me and slid down on me again, fucking me now with all that she had. I felt my balls tighten and the cum begin to fill my canal. My breathing became heavy, and I looked into her eyes with a look that can only say “I’m about to cum.” I nodded to make sure she understood, and she nodded back and leaned over, whispering in my ear the first words either of us had uttered since that first passionate embrace.
“Cum inside me. Please fill me up with your cum. I need it so bad. Make me yours. Claim me. Mark me.”
I exploded. White light flashed before my eyes. Spasm after spasm washed over me as I emptied myself into her completely. Upon the first spurt hitting her cervix she screamed so loud that I’m sure the rooms next door were awakened and then she collapsed on top of me.
We lay there for a small eternity, me still inside her. I stroked her face. We laughed, smiled, kissed. Suddenly she began to cry.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. That was so intense. So wonderful. So beautiful. I’ve never felt so beautiful and desired.”
“That’s because you are beautiful, and wonderful. That was incredible.”
We drifted off to sleep in one another’s arms.
The morning sun streamed through the window. I checked my phone. No way to get to my destination. I booked a five PM flight home, the first one available. I rolled over to see her watching me.
“Do you know what you’re going to do?” I asked.
“I woke up about thirty minutes ago. I have a flight back home but not until five this afternoon.”
“Funny. This trip will end the way it started. I’m on the same flight. Maybe we will be seated near one another.”
My thoughts drifted back to last night. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.
Her response was to roll over on top of me. “I’ve already thought about it. In for a dime, in for a dollar. I see you’re ready.”
And with that she lowered herself, her silky smooth wet warmth enveloping me again. We made slow passionate love this time, until I filled her again.
“I’m famished,” she said. Do you want to get some breakfast?”
“Yes, but let me arrange a late checkout.”
“That’s a good idea. After all, we’ve got all day…”
