While we were waiting, I had gone into the Red Carpet Lounge of the airline and was sitting there having a drink. An older gentleman that I had noticed sitting in the waiting area had come into the lounge as well, and had struck up a conversation with several people including me. They finally came in and announced that the flight had been cancelled, but they did expect the storm to be leaving the area sometime during the night and would be rescheduling flights for the next morning. They would have a booking clerk coming into the lounge to assist the premier customers in re-booking our flights, as well as helping anyone needing a hotel room for the night.
After explaining that I had an extremely important business meeting the next day, I was able to get a seat on the first flight leaving in the morning. Though I only lived about an hour from the airport, I opted to get a room in the airport hotel so I wouldn’t have to get up in the middle of the night to get back to the airport in time to catch my flight. There was still a very good chance that it would be snowing and the roads could still be difficult to navigate. The hotel was filling up rapidly, as were some of the others close to the area, and so I ended up with a suite. I felt it was still worth it, as I wanted to be as fresh and alert as possible for my business meeting.
The lounge area was clearing out, as people were leaving for their hotels or homes. The airlines were handing out pillows and blankets for those people who had not been able to arrange accommodations or opted to just tough it out. A number of the restaurants and shops announced extended hours to provide for the stranded passengers. I grabbed my luggage and got in the line for the shuttle to the hotel. After checking in, making a few calls to my client, the hotel in Atlanta, Avis rent a car and my friends, I freshened up, then went down to the hotel restaurant for some dinner. It was quite crowded with a long line, so I put in my name and headed for the bar area to wait. As I was walking through restaurant, I saw the older gentleman, who had introduced himself as Tom, wave me over to his table. Two of the other people that had been chatting with us in the lounge were also at the table; Sharon and her husband Mike.
“Hi Monica. Do join us please? There is probably an hour wait time by now, and we still have an open chair.”
“Thanks Tom. It was actually over an hour. Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Yes. We only got seated ourselves not too long ago and have only ordered drinks and an appetizer so far, so there should be no problem. I’ll try to signal our server over.”
“Great! Just let me go tell the maitre d’ to cancel my reservation.”
“OK, what would you like to drink? And we have ordered the sampler appetizer platter. Anything else you might like? We were kind of discussing the spinach artichoke dip as well, but decided that would be a bit much for just three of us.”
“Oh, that sounds great. And please order a glass of Moscato for me.”
I got up and made my way back to the front of the restaurant. People were still coming in and it took several minutes before I was able to tell them I had found a seat with some friends. By the time I returned, there was a drink at my place, and the appetizer platter was sitting at the table. Tom stood up and held my seat for me, then proposed a toast to new friends and snowstorms. I checked the menu and decided on an entry. When the server came with the second appetizer, we placed our dinner order, but told them there was no hurry. We picked up our conversation from the lounge and finished up the appetizers. I hadn’t noticed, but Tom had ordered a whole bottle of Moscato since Sharon was drinking it as well. I was on my third glass when the food came. And that was on top of a couple of drinks I had had in the VIP lounge.
The four of us had a leisurely dinner, followed by a decadent dessert and an after dinner drink. Sharon and Mike finally said they were going to their room. They had been headed to Atlanta for a second honeymoon and were not going to waste the first night. The hotel had a night club and Tom suggested we go there and maybe do a bit of dancing to work off dinner. Though he was considerably older than me, I found myself intrigued and somehow drawn to him. He jumped up and pulled my chair out for me, took my arm and we walked over to the club. He held the door open for me and we went inside.
Tom ordered drinks for the both of us and found a table. As we sat there, the lounge got more and more filled with stranded passengers. We danced and tried to talk and danced some more. Tom was quite the touchy feely kind of guy, which would normally bother me, but for some reason, it was turning me on. Finally, after a slow dance, where I could definitely feel his rising excitement, he suggested leaving. I was a little hesitant, but he reached under the table and began rubbing my leg which was having the desired effect. I found myself nodding in agreement. He took my hand and led me from the club to the elevators.
We found ourselves alone in the elevator as we headed up to his room. Tom leaned in and planted a deep hard kiss on my lips. I felt his tongue pushing against my lips and they opened to let it in. Our tongues did a little dance and he started to pull my top from the waistband of my jeans. When his hands reached underneath it, I began to stop him, knowing elevators often have cameras. The door opened on his floor just then and he took my hand, pulling me toward his room. The door was barely closed behind us when he was pulling my shirt off over my head.
He leaned in once again and kissed me hard on the lips as his hand deftly released the front hook on my bra. He pushed the bra off my shoulders and began massaging my left tit with his hand and rolling the nipple between his finger and thumb. I tilted my head back and began to moan. For me, my breasts have always been quite an erogenous zone and his actions were having quite the effect on my pussy. When he leaned his head down and started sucking on the other tit, I thought I was gonna come right then and there.
My hands began fumbling at the buttons on his shirt and pulling his tie loose. After getting them off, my hand slid down and felt the bulge in his pants straining to get out. I pulled down the zipper and unbuttoned the buckle on his belt. He undid the button and his pants fell to the floor. The tight boxer/briefs he was wearing barely restrained the bulge that was growing visibly as I watched. Now, I was far from a virgin, and had been with a number of men in the twelve years since I had lost my virginity at seventeen. But the bulge in his pants looked bigger than anything I had seen or had before, and I was beginning to reconsider this rash behavior of mine.
As he continued sucking on my tits, one of his hands reached down and undid my jeans. Tom’s head began moving down my body as his thumbs hooked into my panties and his hands slowly pushed them down my legs. As his mouth reached my mound, the pants reached the floor. I put my hands on his head and guided it lower, one leg stepping out of the pants and spreading open a bit. As his tongue slid over my rapidly swelling clit, any thoughts I had about the rashness of my actions disappeared.
Tom’s hands were gripping my ass and pulling me into his mouth. Then they were sliding up and down my legs and my inner thighs. Every time they neared my pussy, he would move them somewhere else, driving me crazy. Finally, after several minutes of that, he stood up slowly, kissing his way back up my body. His kisses and licks, as well as the gentle touch of his hands was having quite the effect on me, but as I reached down and felt that bulge again, the doubts of whether I could handle such a large member resurfaced.
I pushed his underwear down freeing his cock. Though already quite large, I could tell he was not fully erect yet. Though still a bit skeptical, the thought of being filled by such a large cock was making me even wetter. Tom continued playing with my nipples and massaging my breasts as he slowly pushed me towards the bed causing me to fall backwards as my calves hit the edge of the mattress. He immediately went to his knees on the floor, parting my legs with his body. As his finger pushed aside my hood, his tongue flicked against my clit sending waves of pleasure through my body. If he kept this up, I was going to cum rather quickly.
As I neared an orgasm though, he changed his pace, slowing down until the moment had passed, though I was still quite near the edge. He did this several times until I could no longer stop myself and I had an intense clitoral orgasm. While still in the throes of that orgasm, he plunged two fingers inside my dripping pussy, expertly twisting and moving them as he explored every inch of my vagina. His tongue was still gently massaging my clit and after a couple of minutes more of this, I felt both my clit and my vagina having that familiar feeling rising. Suddenly, my entire body stiffened, then exploded in a simultaneous orgasms. Though my body jerked and my hips bucked, his tongue was locked on my clit, and I could feel his fingers still moving inside me.
I had had both types of orgasms before, but that was the first time I have had them at the same time, and it was just amazing. As I lay there slowly recovering, Tom was licking up some of the juices that had poured out of me. He pulled his fingers out, but then quickly plunged them back in, adding a third finger from his other hand. As he moved them in and out, he was gently stretching me open a little wider with each stroke. Pretty soon, he stood up, allowing me to see him in his fully erect glory. He leaned down and gently moved me further onto the bed as he positioned himself between my legs.
He dribbled some saliva onto his hand and rubbed it along his shaft, then placed my legs over his shoulders and leaned down into me. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my pussy a few times before pushing it against the opening. I felt the pressure build as he lowered himself down a bit, then he backed out; repeating this process slowly a number of times, each time getting in just a little further. At the same time, he would give each tit a suck every time he lowered his body. Or kiss my neck or lips. I felt my body responding and my hips arching to meet each slow push. By the time I began feeling his balls hitting my ass, I was almost ready to cum again.
Tom must have sensed my excitement, as he stopped moving in and out and just pushed down slowly until he hit my back wall. Then he just held his cock in place and began sucking on my tits, his teeth softly grabbing them and tugging gently. Balancing on one arm, he began rubbing my clit with his thumb, using the juices from my pussy to lubricate it. The combination of feelings my body was getting was just incredible and quite unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I was moaning softly as I felt that familiar feeling growing in my clit.
Finally, Tom began gently stroking his cock in and out again. He so filled my pussy that I could feel the veins on it pulsing. Though it was hard to believe, his cock was growing harder and harder with each stroke. My pussy walls were alternately squeezing and relaxing, though as big as he was, there was not much room to relax. His thrusts got deeper and faster until he let out a yelp and I could feel his hot sperm shooting deep inside me. As it did, I was hit by another double orgasm of my own, my hips arching so high that only my shoulders and arms were touching the bed. I was gripping the sheets with my hands and added my own squeal to his.
He finally stopped thrusting, and holding me tightly, rolled over onto his side, our bodies still linked together. We lay there looking into each other’s eyes as I felt his member slowly soften, until he finally slid out of me. He turned me around and wrapped his arms around me, his soft wet member resting against my ass. As we lay there, Tom continued playing with my tits gently and nibbling at my neck. It felt so good, I just closed my eyes and soon fell asleep. I had no idea how long I had been asleep, but it was still quite dark out when I opened my eyes. We were still lying wrapped up together, though at some point he must have pulled the covers up over us.
My flight was quite early, and I didn’t want to chance missing it, so I gently extricated myself from him and slipped out of bed. I quietly got dressed and left his room and went to mine. I realized I only had about ninety minutes to get checked out of the hotel, make my way to the airport, get my boarding pass and get to my gate. I grabbed a quick shower and dressed. I wrote Tom a note telling him what an amazing lover he was, and that if he was typical of older men, I may have to change my opinion of who I dated. As I passed his room on the way to the front desk, I slipped it under his door.
After checking out, I grabbed a bagel, an apple and a small bottle of juice from the breakfast area and headed for the shuttle to the terminals. I got there, checked my bag and got my boarding pass. They said the flight was going to be delayed a bit due to the runways still being plowed, but that they did expect it to leave only about 45 minutes late. I figured that by the time I landed, got my luggage and my rental car, I would have to head straight out to make my appointment, rather than checking into the hotel first. Since I did have some time on my hands after getting through security, I headed to a restaurant close to my gate, where I had some breakfast. Then I went to my gate and boarded the plane.
After we landed, I made my way to my appointment and left feeling very good about the interview. From there, I headed to the bridal shop and had the dress fitting. Only a minor alteration was needed, so I waited until it was finished, then finally headed to my hotel. After checking in I met up with several other friends that were staying in the same hotel. We made arrangements to drive together to the wedding rehearsal and then to the dinner afterwards. Everything went smoothly and the wedding went off without a hitch. We danced until they threw us out of the ballroom, then went to a suite the hotel had provided and partied until the wee hours of the morning. My flight home was not until the next day, as the bride and groom were going to open their presents before leaving for their honeymoon. A few close friends and family had been invited to come and watch. After all the gifts were opened, the bride’s mom and dad loaded everything into a couple of vehicles to take over to their new home.
By the time everything was opened, recorded and packed into the vehicles, and all the good-byes were said, it was late afternoon. I went to my room and changed into something a bit more comfortable, then drove to a nearby restaurant for an early dinner. I planned to start working on the sample proposal the potential client had asked for before making their final decision. Then I would make it an early night since I had an early flight in the morning. I got a good start on the proposal, figuring I could work more on the plane and finish it when I got back home. Although I had a week to get it to the client, I always like to set things aside for a day after I did my first draft, then go back over it, making corrections and tweaks as needed.
I showered and went to bed, turning on the TV to help me wind down. I set the timer on the TV and the alarm for the next morning. I fell asleep rather quickly, and slept soundly until the alarm woke me up the next morning. I got dressed, packed and took the hotel shuttle to the airport after having a quick breakfast in the hotel dining room. I got through security and to my gate a bit early, so pulled out my laptop to work on the proposal. I had no sooner started than someone sat down next to me. I was rather annoyed as the waiting area was not that crowded yet.
“Well hello there. Fancy running into you here, Monica.”
I smiled a big smile as I looked over and saw Tom sitting there. This was going to be an interesting flight home.
