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Flight Companion

By: BillAdams



My name is Bill. I'm middle-aged, married, and, mostly, respectable. But I have written a few stories here about unexpected, interesting encounters with women. Or at least I think they're very interesting - the encounters, and definitely the women. You might find my stories pretty tedious, and too wrapped up in my own doubts and anxieties. So be warned. But they mean a lot to me, and perhaps for other people in my situation. 

This story began one morning as I was sitting in the back of a plane. I was thinking about the Road Warriors.

I fly occasionally for business. It happens enough that all the fun has gone out of it - it's mostly a nag. But I don't fly as much as the guys who I think of as the Road Warriors. They're the ones upfront in the business section, while I'm always in the cramped economy seats in the back. My firm doesn't cover business class, and my handful of flights is never enough to rack up mileage for upgrades.

So I sit in the crowds, waiting for my zone to be called, as I watch the Road Warriors cruise out of the club lounges and right onto the plane. They could be older or younger than me but it always takes me right back to the jocks at high school for whom everything seemed to come easy. They look so casual but sharp in their suits with no ties, laughing easily with each other; hair, teeth and builds always better than mine.

I know it's completely juvenile and insecure to think this way. I really do, and realize how pathetic I am sounding at the very start of this story. But yet it still eats at me every time, as I stand in the crammed lineup in the plane aisle, watching them relaxing in their large business-class chairs, while I fret about whether there will be space at the back to cram my carry-on. It's not that I really care about a bigger seat. I just want to be what the Road Warriors represent. Alpha Males. Conquerors. Men of Influence. Instead I'm Bill, squeezed in the back.

It was very early in the morning on a cold winter day. This would be about a two hour flight, on a small jet flying direct to my destination city. Pretty typical. I was visiting several clients and had meetings right away in the late morning and for the next two days. 

The plane was small enough to only have two-and-two seating across. I was in the aisle, and the window seat wasn't yet taken. As always in that situation I had the same hopes: either that it would stay empty, or be occupied by a beautiful woman. My immature, juvenile mind at work again. Of course, neither ever happens. Usually it's filled by a guy who looks just like me.

The flight was filling up and yet the seat remained empty. I tried to read my magazine but kept glancing up to see who was coming down the aisle...not that fat guy, please...yes, that pretty girl... Stupid. Juvenile. Insecure. That's me.

The flight was nearly ready to go. Still no one. The attendant was closing the overhead lockers when suddenly a blonde woman came rushing down the aisle. She was breathing heavy and frantically comparing her boarding pass with the seat numbers. Finally she got to my row. Still frantic, she began to apologize for needing to get past me, all while while taking off her thick winter coat and looking for a place in the crowded slots to place it along with her bulky carry-on. 

I stood up as gracefully as I could and told her it was no problem. I pushed my own carry-on over to make room for her coat and suitcase. She thanked me and moved to her seat, still jumpy. I sat back down while she began to fiddle with her things, trying to get everything right again.

In an attempt to calm her, I said, "Looks like you had to hurry, but you made it."

That only flustered her more. "I...the security took so long...I had to run and run. Why can't they make it quicker...I was sure I was late." She took out her phone. "I have to turn this off, right? I can't remember...oh okay..."

She was so flustered and distracted that I left her alone. 

They shut the gate and the safety announcements began. The attendants ran through their pantomime while I watched my seatmate watch them. I began to relax. Compared to her, I felt for a moment like a Road Warrior.

The safety announcements ended but the plane still wasn't moving, which was a little odd. We kept sitting there. Even the attendants looked a little confused. Finally the pilot came on the address system. "Folks, it sure is a beautiful winter morning here," he drawled. "We're just waiting to move into the de-icing area...then we'll be ready to take off...just a little behind schedule..." He kept up the casual, unhurried drawl enough to make me realize the flight was sure to arrive late. I started to fret again, worried that I might not make my first client meeting.

I looked over my presentation but kept one eye on my seatmate. She had turned her phone back on and was making a call. I hoped she wouldn't be a loud yakker.

"Hi...it's me," she said. She was discreetly quiet, though it was impossible not to overhear everything. "I made it just in time...it was awful! The security was so long! And then I couldn't get my shoes back on!" She paused for the other person. "I know, it's all good. Thanks again. We are just waiting...they said there's a delay I guess...so I just wanted to call and say thanks again. I'm so glad I came." Pause. "Exactly." Pause. "I know. Worth the effort of the trip. I need to do this more. Bye." She hung up.

I kept looking at my papers but was now preoccupied thinking about my seatmate, and now I started to glance over a bit. The call had piqued my - you could call it curiosity or just nosiness, but I was naturally curious to know a little more about her. Admittedly, I probably wouldn't have been as interested if it had been a man. But it did help distract me from the delay.

She was somewhere in her forties, probably just slightly younger than me. She had long, straight blonde hair past her shoulders and seemed to have a slim build. She was wearing jeans and some sort of white cotton top. I had only brief glimpses of her face but she struck me as attractive, in a normal, modest way. I saw a wedding ring. 

My nosiness complete, I went back to minding my own business. 

We still hadn't moved. As happy as I was to have her beside me, I was getting uptight again, fretting about how late I would be. I took out a business magazine and tried to read it. My seatmate also had a magazine. It seemed to be about home decorating.

It must have been ten minutes before the captain came on again with another apology. "We're just checking the weather...planning the best flight path...sit tight and we'll be off as soon as we can." 

I was getting really antsy, worried that we'd spend all day on the tarmac. I looked over. My companion was staring out the window. I decided to try striking up a conversation again.

"It's pretty ironic that you had to rush here and now you have to wait."

She turned and looked at me. For a second she said nothing and I felt like an idiot. Then she smiled and agreed, "I know! But what can you do?" She shrugged. She was much calmer than before. Then she continued, "I didn't think security would take so long. I guess I'm not used to flying."

I smiled back. "It's always hard to predict how long things will take." 

"Are you from here?" she asked. I said I was, and that I was headed to our destination for a business trip. She told me she had been visiting her sister, who lived in my city. She had never been there before. "I'm not a big traveller," she said. "I guess you are, though."

I explained a little about my work and occasional flights. I emphasized there wasn't much interesting about it.

"Oh, I'm sure it is," she said. "I'm Lori, by the way."

"I'm Bill. Nice to meet you."

Lori had a pretty face, though it was drawn, with high cheekbones, tight features and a few wrinkles of age. She was not very expressive; her smiles were thin with small corners, though it only made her seem more genuine when she did smile. Her light white cotton sweater covered a blouse of some sort. She was no knockout. But I liked looking at her.

We chatted for a few more minutes. She really did seem like a homebody who didn't leave town much. To her I probably did come across as a Road Warrior, though it only made me feel insecure again. Now I was impersonating one. Our conversation gradually slowed. I didn't want to keep badgering her, though she was asking most of the questions.

Finally the plane began to move. We entered the de-icing area and they sprayed the plane. Lori looked out the window and watched. I'll admit I watched Lori.

It just felt natural. A man sees a woman - he automatically checks her out at least a little, right? Everything about her was nice. So I just admired her, the way I seem to admire all women. They fascinate me. It wasn't at all sexual...mostly. Though she did seem to have a nice slim body. 

I turned my eyes away before she looked back. 

The plane was now taxiing for takeoff. Lori stared straight ahead as we rolled along. I looked down at her hand lightly gripping the seatrest. She was probably nervous and tense - but then, I feel that way on takeoff too sometimes. I thought how it would be nice to hold her hand and reassure her, as we gathered speed and lifted up into the air.

Once we were airborne, I looked over and smiled. She smiled back a little, with those drawn cheekbones, though it turned to a grimace as the landing gear noisily retracted. "All routine," I said. She smiled a little again.

The plane ascended through the clouds. I took out my laptop and began reviewing for my day. I would have liked to talk more to Lori but had nothing in particular to talk about. She was still reading her magazine. I stole little glances at her. Yes, I'm juvenile. I think I mentioned that.

The first hour of the flight was uneventful. The attendants gave us water and weak coffee. I thought about the Road Warriors eating whatever they wanted up front. But then the turbulence started. 

It was just a little rumbling at first. I turned to Lori, who looked at me a bit worried. I smiled confidently, though I could feel my stomach starting to flip-flop a little. I closed the laptop and stared straight ahead. The rumbling got worse. It didn't stop. Soon the plane started to shake. Each bump brought little squeals from passengers.

I stole a look at Lori, who was rigid, seemingly biting her lip. My own insides were in agony. But my instinct was to be strong...for her. Right? She was turning pale and looked like she was on the edge of crying.

I suddenly had a crazy impulse, and moved my fingers over hers. She immediately grabbed them in a tight grip. I held on to her. We both stared ahead, holding hands. Her skin was so much softer then mine. It felt electric, but I was mainly preoccupied with just keeping upright.

This went on for several minutes. Finally the pilot came on. "Folks, sorry for the bit of turbulence were having." Bit? These guys were faking it more than me. He went on. "Looks like we may have to make a flight change...the weather changed faster than we predicted and it's looking a bit stormy ahead of us at all levels..." A bit , again. "So air traffic control recommends we divert and make an alternative landing for now. Sorry about that." 

I was amazed - I had never had a plane diverted before. The storm must be bad. We were now headed for a city well off the flight path. My day had gone to hell, and I was still sitting through the wild bumps of turbulence. Lori and I were still holding hands firmly. I wanted to talk to her. But my own insides felt like jelly, and all I could do was stare ahead and hope we made a safe landing. I managed to squeeze a little bit and gave her a smile. She managed a weak smile back. 

The shaking slowly lessened as we flew away from the storm. After a while I could feel the plane descending. I looked past Lori to see the ground coming closer - a snowy landscape as far as I could see. "Not much more," I whispered to her. Her eyes were closed but she nodded. She never let go of my hand.

We touched down surprisingly smoothly. I let go of Lori's hand and began to relax, though my insides were still a mess. Lori's eyes were open but she was still staring at the seat in front of her. And little did we know what lay ahead.

*****

The plane sat on the tarmac for a while, waiting for a gate for our unexpected arrival. The crew kept us updated, mainly to say there was no information about other flights, or rescheduling, or much of anything. Lori listened intently to each announcement. Finally she turned to me and asked what was going to happen. 

I felt useless as I told her I didn't know. We would probably be waiting in the airport for a while. I felt even more powerless as I took out my phone and called my first client to tell him the situation. His secretary took the information, confirming that it was very stormy there and that he was sure to understand. Lori could hear me, of course. When I hung up, she touched me lightly on the arm and said, "I'm sorry that you're going to be late."

"It's okay," I said. Her touch was tingly. I remembered our hand holding. She didn't say anything about it. Perhaps neither of us wanted to mention it.

Eventually we moved to a gate and stopped. We were told to exit the plane, though the attendants still didn't have any more information. Everyone instantly rose and flooded the aisle. I brought Lori's things down for her. For the first time I could really look directly at her, and she was just looking more and more attractive. As she leaned forward, I could even see down her blouse a little and saw the faintest hint of cleavage. But I was primarily focused on getting off the plane and up to a customer service desk as quickly as possible. I knew that the sooner I got there, the more likely I could get on another flight, or waiting list, or something. Or rather, the sooner we both could get on one. "Follow me as best you can," I said to Lori. "And meet me at the desk."

We went up into the terminal. People were moving slowly and aimlessly and I tried not to be rude as I pushed through them. I passed a large well-staffed desk marked BUSINESS CLASS. The Road Warriors were already being served. I didn't know the airport well and wasn't completely sure which way to go. So I guessed and kept pushing ahead as politely as I could while dragging my carry-on. I barely looked back, but saw Lori struggling behind two large women. I wanted to go back and help her, but I knew I had to push ahead. Soon I reached the desk - only one guy was ahead of me, but soon four or five gathered behind. Lori soon arrived, a little breathless. I waved at her and she moved ahead of the line beside me. I smiled. She smiled her drawn smile again.

The news was not great at the desk. Our small flight was indeed cancelled, and the storm was playing havoc with schedules. But there was space on an afternoon flight to our destination, assuming it managed to take off. I was grateful for that. There were even two seats together. They printed new boarding passes and I gave Lori hers. "Thanks," she said. As we were leaving, I heard the staff tell the next guy behind me that there was no more room on the direct flight. 

I felt a little swell of pride. Partly for me, but mostly because I had delivered for Lori. I had looked after her. Just like when I held her hand. I had just met this woman. But I felt responsible for her, and that felt really good. I felt bad about my cheap look down her top, even though it wasn't intentional.

Now we had to wait. The airport was crowded and I suggested we look for a place to sit down. I asked Lori if she wanted something to eat, but both our stomachs were still recovering from the turbulence, and she told me she didn't eat much in the morning anyway. We pulled our suitcases along and found a small row of unoccupied seats. 

No longer confined in the plane as complete strangers, it was much easier to talk now. We told each other a little bit about ourselves. She was a mother of two and had always stayed at home, though now she had little to do. Her husband worked for a large company, doing something or other in the office. I told her about my own family and a bit more about my work. 

"It sounds very exciting," she said. "I've hardly left where I grew up. My sister was the most adventurous in the family when she moved to your city." 

"Not really," I told her. "You just sort of go where you're told." That wasn't exactly true - I had pushed hard to earn new assignments and promotions and to get to my level of responsibility. But I didn't want to sound boastful.

She smiled. "I think you're being modest." I didn't reply at first, but she kept looking at me. Finally I smiled and admitted I liked new places and new challenges. She grinned in victory. 

Our conversation continued like that. At times she came across as sheltered, and almost naive. But she was no fool.

We talked about flying and travel. Same thing. Despite her flustered appearance when I first met her, and her implication she had never left her home city, she had been to Europe as a student years before and taken vacation flights to tropical destinations. I told her she had struck me as a nervous, very infrequent flyer who knew little about security and other procedures. She laughed and gave me her thin tight-lipped smile again. "I guess I never remember anything," she said. "I'm kind of a dork that way."

I told her that was silly. Then, feeling brave, I confessed a bit of my Road Warrior envy.

She didn't laugh at my insecurity. "I get that," she said. "I think it's pretty normal to always want a little more. Even when we know we should just be happy with what we've got." I agreed. 

Lori was the best companion I could have stuck in an airport. The more we talked, the more I discovered new layers to her. The worried woman on the plane changed into a confident, intriguing person. She had a clever, ironic sense of humor. Despite somewhat different lives, we also had a lot in common. We were close to the same age. Similar suburban lives. We liked the same music and movies. We both went to church, but hinted at some shared doubts.

I almost forgot that we had held hands. But I remembered when she took out her phone and called her husband about the delay. I phoned my own wife and checked in with my clients. The clients understood and said it was no problem. My wife unhelpfully suggested I should have anticipated weather problems and flown out the day before. Then she asked why I needed to travel so much anyway. I hung up feeling bad. 

It was approaching lunchtime. We were finally both hungry, and discussed lunch options in the big terminal. "How about that sushi booth over there?" I suggested. She made a face.

"You like sushi?" she said. 

"Sure," I said. "Don't you?"

"I've never tried it," she said. "I just can't get over the idea of cold raw seaweed and stuff." She seemed embarrassed. I was surprised. Where was the confident, worldly woman I had just been talking to?

She opted for a salad. The food area was crowded and we had to share a table with two older women who graciously made room. We didn't talk much though. I was self-conscious with our audience and unsure how to continue our getting-to-know-you conversation. They would have assumed we were a married couple. Not a middle-aged man and woman who happened to meet and hold hands on a plane. I offered Lori a piece of sushi. She tentatively tried it and admitted it wasn't that bad.

*****

Eventually it was time for our flight and so we moved to the gate. It was on schedule and we headed on board, nestling into our new seats - a middle and window. A big guy was on the aisle. Lori took the window and I settled in beside her. It was much tighter than the other plane, especially with the big guy spilling into my seat. I had to move closer to Lori, so that our hips were touching as we shared the armrest. 


Flight Companion



But then the plane sat and didn't move, just like in the morning. Lori and me waited squashed together. Finally the captain came back on and apologized. Delay after all. The storm was still going strong. I felt powerless again. Lori and I said little to each other. We just sat there, making occasional bad jokes about the delay.

Bored and looking for distraction from the tension, I let my mind wander. I had been well-behaved all morning after my one unplanned glimpse, but now I was thinking about it again. It had been nice to see a little bit of Lori's body. Now in my frustrated boredom, I began to wonder what Lori looked like with all her clothes off. 

I felt ashamed, but it was the one thing that seemed to take my mind off this latest stress. I had seen enough of her to make some guesses. She had a slim body, with small but probably firm breasts, and a nicely shaped ass in her jeans. I wondered what kind of underwear she had. I felt bad for thinking such things. But I didn't want to stop either. There she was, right beside me, our bodies touching. I couldn't not think about her. 

I closed my eyes and started to concentrate systematically on what Lori - right beside me - looked like naked. First I thought about those small, pert tits. I pictured the glowing headlights of her nipples and areolae - nice and natural. Then I shifted down, thinking of her naked skin flowing down to her pussy. Surely she was a natural bush...not a woman who shaved bare. I spent a while just thinking about Lori's pussy. Then about what she looked like from behind. That ass but also just her smooth natural hips...everything about her. I felt pathetic. But also less stressed. I opened my eyes again. I actually did feel a little better. But more pathetic than ever about my insecurities and obsessions.

Still nothing happened. We must have sat for at least a half-hour. It felt much longer and the naked thoughts were no longer helping. I was getting agitated. Lori began talking again, out of nervousness I think, about random things - the weather, her boots, anything. I didn't say much in reply. The conversation was stilted, wandering, and aimless. But then, suddenly, she reached over and touched my hand.

"This is a crazy day," she said. "But I hope you don't mind me saying that I'm glad to have someone to get me through it." 

I smiled back. "Me too." I realized she meant what she said. But it was surely just an innocent thought and almost unconscious touch for her. While I was thinking about her pussy. 

It just seemed so easy to do so. I liked Lori a lot. I thought she was an interesting, neat person. But she was also a woman and I am deeply, totally fascinated by women. With or without their clothes on. All my thoughts were bundled together. At least I wasn't thinking about Road Warriors anymore.

More time passed. And finally the announcement: Flight delayed indefinitely. Back into the terminal. 

We walked up the gateway, defeated. 

We were both very disappointed. I tried not to show it but Lori almost seemed in tears. "Isn't this ever going to end?" Again, I had no answer. I felt useless again.

The flight was delayed, not cancelled. So there was still a chance. We were supposed to stay by the gate. But I turned to Lori. "Want to stay or get away from all this?"

Her voice was so small and quiet it was almost a whisper. "Get away."

If I was a Road Warrior, I could have taken her to a decent lounge with soft chairs and hot food where someone would let us know when our flight was leaving. Instead, we found a two-person bench in the terminal, as far away as we could get while still allowing us to keep an eye on the gate. I phoned and updated my clients. Then I texted my wife rather than calling.

After the horrid cramping of the plane, the open space and relative privacy of the bench revived us a bit. I didn't sit too close to Lori, figuring she wanted some room after being trapped in a plane again. But she was restless and shifting around, and soon we were slightly touching again. I don't know if she even noticed. But I did.

Her confidence returned again. We were talking very easily now, after spending the day together and our shared ordeals. We had talked a little about our families before. Now we shared more. We talked about our spouses and kids - nothing too deep, but more than we would say if we hadn't already spent several hours together.

I learned more about her husband. He sounded like a decent, grounded guy, with manly hobbies like woodworking and obsessive lawn care. She laughed a little and said their lawn was the best on their block. I don't really care too much about stuff like that. It sounded like he was happy and content in his job and life; not pathetically obsessed with Road Warriors like me.

I confessed I didn't have a home workshop. She smiled, in a sort of funny way I hadn't seen before. "Do you think you should?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I guess it just seems to be something most guys like me have and should enjoy. Getting their minds off work and stuff."

She was still making that funny smile. "But you like your work, don't you?" she asked. "You're not a clock-watcher waiting for five o'clock to roll around every day. You like to get stuff done - to achieve." 

"Yes," I agreed. 

She continued. "But you could never be a Road Warrior. You're too normal. You're not a total workaholic who's never home and thinks about nothing but work." 

I said I didn't think so.

"Then I think it's all good," said Lori. "I think it's good to be a little bit ambitious. Life shouldn't always be exactly the same every day. Like it is for some people." She was quiet after that. We were looking straight ahead again - away from each other

It felt so good talking to Lori. Despite her surface anxieties, she seemed very happy and content with life. She was so grounded and normal, while I was struggling to keep up an appearance of calm, hiding the bundle of nerves and anxieties inside. But she was slowly breaking through that, letting the anxiety drain out. 

Knowing more about her spouse, I talked a bit about my own wife. I didn't mention things like the flak I got for neglecting the lawn, so that she complained it was embarrassing for her to talk to the neighbors. Lori just listened and said little. Though she mentioned again how much time her husband spent on their lawn, week after week.

The afternoon was wearing on. I checked in at the gate occasionally, but nothing changed. I began to worry we would be here for the night. I pictured myself spending a night in an airport terminal with Lori. As much as I liked being with her, that would not be fun for either of us. 

I knew there was a hotel right beside us - practically inside the terminal. On one of my walks to the gate away from Lori, I looked up the number on my phone and called to inquire about a room...or rather two rooms. Yes, they had a few, at a scarily high rate. I could make a reservation, but it would be nonrefundable after six o'clock. It was now close to five. I decided not to risk the cost, even though my company would probably cover it even if I didn't need it. I knew Lori didn't have that option. And our plane was probably still going to leave eventually. The clerk asked if I was a member of their Exclusive World Priority Club, since it allowed free cancellation up to midnight. No, I was not. I was not a Road Warrior.

I went back to Lori but didn't mention the call. A little while later she decided to walk around a bit herself, while I stayed with our things. Watching her step away, I had my first real look at her ass. It was...just an ordinary woman's butt, in nondescript jeans. I felt pathetic but kept watching. I almost hoped she would suddenly look back over her shoulder, catching me staring at her and her ass. Thank goodness she didn't.

*****

The clock hit six. Lunch was a long time ago and we were hungry again. The latest word from the gate was the same...be patient. I told the agent this was getting ridiculous, especially since we were not supposed to leave the gate area. She unexpectedly agreed with me and said they would make a terminal-wide announcement when it was time. I was a little skeptical but took her word. 

I went back to Lori and asked if she wanted to get some dinner. She agreed. "Not sushi, though. I'm just a beginner." We both laughed.

The terminal had a roadhouse-style restaurant. It was busy with all the delayed flights but we managed to get a booth. I ordered a steak. Lori asked for a club sandwich. I also ordered a beer on draft. Knowing a bit about our religious backgrounds, I wasn't sure if Lori drank, and so I asked her. She said she didn't drink very much but asked if she could have a little of mine. 

The beer arrived in a pint glass and I let her sip it first. She smiled as I watched her. I then took a long gulp myself. After the long pointless day, it was great to sit down, have a drink, and look forward to good food. Not to mention sharing it with an attractive and interesting woman.

The waitress was very friendly, and it seemed especially to me. It was impossible not to notice she was also very well-endowed, with a tight, low-cut top that really emphasized her jiggling breasts and otherwise slim body. I honestly tried not to look; not just because I was with Lori, but because I was twice the waitress's age. But when she brought the entrees, she bent down so far right in front of me that it was impossible not to look right down her deep cleavage and - okay - admire her big beautiful tits. It was far more what I had seen earlier in the day with Lori's top, and I was frankly embarrassed by the waitress's display. As soon as she left, Lori started giggling.

I figured it was best to be upfront. "That was pretty obvious," I said. 

"It was," said Lori. "She knows how to get big tips." She borrowed my beer again for another sip. Then she picked up her sandwich and continued. "The question is...will it work?" 

I smiled sheepishly. "It's tempting," I said. Then I decided to be straightforward. "It's almost like a game - the girl flirts and you reward her, and it all feels fun. But it's not really a healthy game. Especially for her." 

Lori looked at me, "So what do you do?"

I looked straight at her and answered truthfully and very directly, "I try to just play it straight and not make her feel she needs to make a living showing her breasts." I have to admit I liked saying breasts while looking at Lori.

Lori said nothing but took my beer again. Her sips were becoming more constant but I sure didn't mind. "Tell you what," she said. "When she brings the check, I'll take it and say I'm paying. That will throw her off!"

I was familiar with her sense of humor by now. "That wouldn't be playing it straight either," I said. Lori agreed. It would be separate checks, though I desperately wanted to pay for Lori.

After a while I excused myself to check back at the gate. The crowd of passengers from the afternoon had dissipated. I wondered how many had been smarter that me and found other ways out. Really soon, the staff promised. It was just a case of coordinating the flight crew, plane, gate, takeoff slot, and weather all together. Definitely soon, though. They were sure.

I returned to the restaurant and encountered the jiggling big-breasted waitress. She smiled. "Your wife took care of the bill, so you're all set. Thanks for coming!" She seemed even friendlier. Perhaps it wasn't an act just to get tips.

I rejoined Lori, who was still eating, and scolded her for paying the bill. She replied, "I just wanted to make sure we could leave anytime." 

I agreed and mentioned how the waitress seemed just as friendly as before. Then I added how she had said "my wife" had paid the bill. Lori unexpectedly blushed, but quickly recovered. 

"It's worse," she said with a snort. "She told me that we were a really cute couple that reminded her of her parents." I joined her in laughing. 

Lori was as skeptical as me when I told her about the promises at the gate. "I don't want to be trapped here all night!" she said. I agreed, and wondered if I should mention the hotel. I decided not to, partly because I didn't know what to say or do. We just had to trust the airline. 

My beer was gone. Lori had "sipped" at least a third of it. Since we had nowhere to go, I asked her if she wanted to share another. She looked a little sheepish and said yes, so I signaled our friendly waitress. I thought about asking for a second glass but didn't. I liked sharing one glass with Lori, and she didn't say anything. The waitress brought the beer and I paid on the spot. After she left, I gave the beer to Lori first and said, "She's right, you know."

"That we're a cute couple?" Lori kept a straight face.

I blanched. "No, that we probably look like her parents." Lori laughed again and made her tight-lipped smile.

We didn't say anything for a while after that. I pictured what she and I looked like together in the booth.

Finally Lori broke the silence. "I feel bad that we judged her. Saying that she was just flaunting herself for a tip."

I agreed. "Though it is common...and.." I paused, "...kind of works a lot of the time." 

Lori looked at me with her tight, wry smile. "The male mindset. All about visual stimulation."

"Not all," I gently protested. "But a lot more than women, I'll admit."

She agreed, "Women do concentrate more on other things." 

"Like what?" I asked. I didn't care about the answer. I very much liked talking to Lori. I just couldn't decide if I wanted it to stop. We kept passing the beer back and forth, taking long sips that delayed our replies. 

"You're a smart guy," she said. "You must know. Personality. Strong but caring. Not a jerk. A nice guy but not weak. All that stuff." She but took another sip and looked at me. "A little ambition is good too, as long as it's not too aggressive." She was quiet for a second and then added, "Wanting a little more is good." Then she turned the question back on me. "So it's not all visual with guys?"

"You're a smart woman yourself. You know it's not all that." 

"True. What would be one other thing?"

I looked back at Lori. "A woman with inner confidence is always attractive," I said. "Even if she doesn't always show it on the outside. It makes a man feel more confident about himself." 

Lori didn't say anything but finished off the beer. "Speaking of confidence, let's go see if the airline can give us any." We left in silence. We didn't see the waitress.

*****

It was well after eight. The gate agents had changed and I pressed one for news. Nothing. Now I was getting really worried. I told Lori about my call to the hotel. She asked. "Wouldn't the airline pay for a hotel if we're delayed?" I said I was pretty sure they wouldn't because it was just "weather." But I asked the agent. No, she said rather briskly. I pushed a little. She almost huffed back that the airline couldn't possibly do so every time there was bad weather.

I didn't ask if Road Warriors were treated differently. What would be the point?

We retreated and Lori and I discussed what to do. I called the hotel in the terminal again; yes, they still had a couple of rooms but they remained at the steep price and were non-refundable. I searched travel sites and found other nearby hotels but they weren't much cheaper. Lori agreed we were stuck. 

We found our bench again and Lori slumped down. "I'm so tired," she groaned. I sat beside her. She lay her head on my shoulder and then looked up at me. "This okay?" she asked. 

"No problem," I said, which was true. More than true. Her head was warm and heavy on me and felt good. But soon I almost forgot she was there, as our conversation wandered. We discussed the artwork in the terminal. Whether airlines used to cover weather delays. It was aimless. We were both so tired and wrung out by now that neither of us had much to say. We certainly weren't up to the smart banter from dinner anymore. We fell into long periods of silence. Lori shifted occasionally but kept resting on my shoulder.

It was nearly ten o'clock when I saw the huffy agent from earlier walking over to us. "I'm sorry," she said. "We just can't do it. The flight is cancelled. You'll have to wait and fly out tomorrow." Lori was so groggy I wasn't sure she understood. But I did and started to get angry.

The agent apologized again though, and seemed to mean it. I realized there was no use venting; she was just the messenger. So I thanked her. She told us we could either stay in the terminal all night, or be back as early as possible next morning.

I was not going to let Lori sleep on a bench in the terminal. I became as frantic as when we got off the first plane that morning and grabbed my phone. I called the airport hotel. They were down to only one room left. Not enough - we needed two. I checked the travel site. The nearest availability was about half a mile down the road and we needed a taxi to get there. I started to type in details to reserve two rooms but it was annoying to do it all on the phone. I decided to call directly, but we also had to figure our way out of the secure area where we had been all day. At least we had all our stuff in our carry-ons.

We found the exit and made our way outside the terminal. It was snowing heavily with a fierce wind full of exhaust fumes. We looked for the taxi stand. It was easy to find, since there was a crowd of tired people and almost no taxis. The snow and wind were blowing in on everyone. It was miserable. Occasionally a single taxi pulled up, took one person and departed. I realized this would take forever. 

I managed to connect with the hotel down the road and asked to reserve two rooms. Sorry, they said - none left. I said I had seen two on the website. They told me the data was probably a couple of hours old. So much for technology. I checked the site again, then another. I wasn't very familiar with searching for instant hotel rooms that might or might not actually exist - or ride-sharing sites either. I was getting stressed, with the cold wind biting into us the whole time. Lori was very quiet, just watching me.

I swear that all I wanted to do was get us out of the cold when I turned to Lori and reminded her of the single room in the airport hotel. She nodded and I called back. Yes, it was a recent Road Warrior cancellation and still there. The clerk remembered me from my earlier calls and said he didn't need a credit card to secure it; just come in. We left the line of misery and in a few minutes entered the warm lobby.

*****

The clerk greeted us and already had keycards ready. I blanched at the rate but knew my company would cover it. And I was so weary I didn't sweat any details at this point, though one was certainly on my mind. But I was too embarrassed to ask the clerk what kind of bed or beds were in the room.

Lori opened the door first and we entered. It was a single queen bed, as I had anticipated - but I was ready. "I'll arrange some pillows and blankets on the floor and sleep there," I said. Lori thanked me. 

We were chilled and exhausted. I yanked out a chair cushion, took some bed pillows and a duvet blanket from the closet, and made a rough bed. I went into the bathroom and stayed there while Lori undressed and got into the bed. Then I undressed in the dark by the doorway, trying to preserve my suit that I had been wearing all day. Knowing we had to return early, I set the alarm on my phone for five o'clock in the morning, and climbed into my makeshift bed in T-shirt and boxers. I lay there, grateful to be still, and knowing that Lori was now safe and warm in a soft bed and presumably already asleep. It made me feel good inside. Knowing that I had had a part in all that.

But I couldn't fall asleep myself.




Flight Companion



I guess I thought I would slumber instantly. But instead I was wide awake, listening to the sound of late-night planes landing, and replaying all the events and stresses of the long day. I don't know if it was adrenaline or the uncomfortable hard floor beneath me that kept me so alert. I tried to be quiet as I moved around trying to get more comfortable. I thought about how to make up all the time with clients I had lost. 

And I'll admit I thought about Lori, now asleep in the same room as me. I remembered sipping beer with her. Making a cute couple. I remembered the waitress's big tits. But I was more interested in thinking about Lori and her tits. I replayed the memory earlier in the day - so long ago now - of thinking about her with her clothes off. And now she was at least half-naked here in the room with me. I kept thinking about that.

I don't know exactly how long I lay there awake, processing everything in my mind including thoughts of Lori naked. But I probably shifted around a lot. And suddenly I heard Lori.

"Bill?" 

For a second I thought she would scold me for being noisy. "Yes?"

"I don't know why but I can't sleep. It's stupid."

"No it isn't. I can't either," I replied. 

She was quiet for a minute. Then she said, "I'm so tired...but I feel so tense all over. Such a crazy day."

"I know. My mind is still racing too." Racing mostly with thoughts of you naked..

"Just so...tense." She was quiet again.

I could have said nothing and let us both settle to eventual sleep. But I was too tired to make good decisions, and yet too alert to stop talking. I was still consumed with thoughts of Lori. And she had started the conversation after all. "All your muscles, you mean...all that sitting around and stuff leaves your body all tensed up."

"Yes." 

"Hard to relax and go to sleep."

"Yes."

I could have stopped again but didn't. "Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't know," she murmured. It seemed evasive. Enough that I recklessly pressed on.

"You probably need a neck rub or something."

"Yeah," she murmured again. "A neck rub would feel good."

"It would help you to sleep?" 

"Yes."

I hesitated, then spoke. "I could do one...," I said.

"If you don't mind..." her voice trailed off.

I pushed aside the blanket and rose in my T-shirt and boxers. It was pitch-dark in the room, and only the bright glow of the clock illuminated her on one side of the bed, covered in sheets and blanket. She was lying on her stomach. Her head was facing away and her shoulders were just barely visible above the blanket in the dim light. 

I couldn't believe what I was doing, but also didn't try to stop.

I sat awkwardly beside her, one of my knees brushing against her back, and gently placed my fingers on her neck and shoulders. It was mostly by feel rather than sight. She was also wearing a T-shirt, and I straddled the top hem with my fingers as I began to rub lightly. She said a quick "mm, nice" and then was silent. I fumbled around in tight circles, not daring to range too far. Could Lori really be thinking what I was thinking? Had we really been flirting all day or was that just my overblown imagination? Was I totally overreading a chaste neck rub? There was no way Lori could really want...me.

She was still quiet. I wondered if she had indeed fallen asleep, just like she said she wanted. But then she spoke. "Can you do my shoulders a bit too?"

I didn't say anything but began to go a bit wider.

"Mmhmm," she murmured again. As she did, she adjusted a bit and pulled the sheets down, exposing most of her back and the shirt. I let my hands wander further, down to her shoulder blades. I still hadn't seen her face, and it was too dark to see much of anything anyway. She was quiet again except for an occasional murmur.

I kept massaging Lori, acting as if it was just the latest little favor in our long day together. But in the darkness, touch and sound were the only senses at work. She was thin, so there wasn't a lot of flesh to manipulate, and I don't know anything about actual massage. It was just simple rubbing. But after the long day spent with her, almost anything felt natural with Lori - even a neck rub. But it was becoming much more than that, and every touch felt electric. Here I was in my underwear touching Lori's body - and presumably she was in her underwear too. I could feel myself growing erect in my loose boxers.

"Mmm, so good," she said. "It feels good on my back."

I spoke almost automatically again, without thinking. "Want me to do your whole back?" 

"Yes, please."

I didn't say anything but pulled the sheets down further to uncover her entire back. In the darkness I could feel where the shirt ended, and a little gap of skin before the top of her panties, still covered by the sheet. She didn't say anything. Neither did I. My cock was rock-hard by now. 

But I couldn't stop myself. And it was becoming more and more clear what this was. The doubts were fading away.

I still couldn't see much as I rubbed up, down and all around, trying not to let my erect penis touch Lori's half-naked body. I wish I could say I was carefully contemplating the right moral course of action at this point, but at this point I was mainly thinking about how much I wanted to fuck Lori. Was she ready to fuck too? She was certainly no fool. And I had not just been imagining things. But I still wasn't sure how far she wanted to take this. I started running my hands deeper along her side. She lifted herself a bit, allowing my fingers to come almost to the side of her breasts. Then I moved them to the bottom of her shirt, and started to roam under a bit. 

"Mmm," she said, and rose up even further. Now unconstrained, I began to move the shirt up. She stayed in position as I moved it up to her breasts. She still didn't lay back down. I pushed the shirt all the way up, completely exposing Lori's bare breasts beneath her in the dark. She finally began to lower herself down, as I rubbed all over, including the sides of her breasts. She murmured like a purring cat. 

I finally moved from my cramped, awkward kneeling position and stretched out beside Lori. She rolled over slightly, pushing her ass against my cock, the blanket still between us and everything pitch-dark. But there was no way she couldn't tell I was hard. I moved my hands further under her, beginning to cup her bare breasts.

We lay that way for a minute. She gently ground against me, as I played lightly with her breasts, her nipples brushing between my fingers. They felt...I don't know. I have felt very few woman's breasts in my life. I didn't really think about their size or feel. All I was thinking about was that they were Lori's breasts. They were her bare tits and they were in my hands, in the darkness. But I wanted even more. 

I moved again, lifting the sheets and slipping under them. Lori didn't move except to push her ass against me again. Her body was warm and soft as our skin came together. We were exhausted but desperate to fuck. And she wanted it as much as me. Lori wanted...me.

I took one hand off her breasts and began to tug at her panties. She lifted herself again. I moved my other hand and quickly slid them down to her thighs. She then rose all the way up for a second, fishing the panties down her legs and off before lying back down again. Then I started playing with her t-shirt, already pushed up to her shoulders. Again we worked together, and in a few seconds it was off too. Lori was now naked. I stripped my own shirt off.

I returned one hand to her breast, but let the other range down to her pussy. She was hairy, like I expected. I didn't waste time, quickly finding her clit and starting to massage it. "Ohhhh," she responded. My other hand kept massaging her nipple and one breast. I would have liked to spend more time on her tits, but was focused on something much more raw and urgent.

She was still turned away, but was unmistakably presenting to me...rubbing her naked, exposed ass against my cock. She kept rubbing shamelessly - definitely a female in heat. All I could think about was responding as a male. I took my hand away for a minute to strip off my own underwear, and then pressed my penis against the cheeks of her ass. Our bare skin touching together felt so hot. I moved my fingers from her clit down further to between her legs, playing with her opening. She widened her legs, giving unimpeded access to her pussy both in front where my hand was...and from behind, where my bare cock was pressing against her. I positioned myself to let the tip of my cock brush against her lips from behind. She felt slick and wet. 

She suddenly spoke. "Snipped?" she gasped.

"Yeah," I replied.

After that confirmation I hesitated no further and drove my cock into Lori. She gave a little yelp of pleasure as I slid deep into her wet pussy from behind. Then she pushed back against me to take it even deeper, grinding against me. I pulled out slightly and then pushed again harder. She kept grinding. And I kept pushing forward and back, penetrating all the way, then sliding back out, then again burying myself deep inside her pussy. Lori wanted me. Lori wanted me to fuck her and I was doing it. We didn't say a word, but kept grinding and fucking in the dark. I concentrated on her clit again. She moaned again and again as my fingers played with her little button. 

We were so horny and pent-up that it didn't take long. In less than a minute I could feel her shaking and her breathing changed as she climaxed to my touch on her clit. It was all I needed myself. I felt my cock surging and I let myself go, pumping my hot semen into Lori. She purred again as I filled her up with cum. It felt so good having my cock inside Lori and cumming in her.

My penis was still inside her as we nestled together and instantly fell asleep. 

*****

I woke to the sound of my phone alarm. During the night I had pulled out of Lori and rolled to the other side of the bed, so I was able to quickly jump up and shut it off.

It was five o'clock. Everything was still dark except for the glow of the phone and clock, but Lori was lying still and seemed asleep under the covers. I stood naked beside the bed, now wide awake. In the cold and stark morning I took stock of the situation.

Like the good professional and manager that I am, I reviewed my actions and how I had got to behavior that I would have condemned twenty-four hours before...before I first met Lori. But while part of me felt very guilty, I also felt...pride. I had met Lori, charmed her, took care of her, and in the end she wanted to have sex with me. Me. It was wrong but it felt so good.

I felt tingles of satisfaction at how interesting and increasingly fascinating I had found her all day, how proud I was to be with her and look after her. I then replayed in my mind how I had pleasured and satisfied her, penetrating her from behind and fucking her hard and fast. For a few moments I lightly played with my soft cock while silently looking at her sleeping, warm body, thinking about her pussy still filled with my cum.

But eventually I managed to shake out of my fuzzy glow, and put my mind to getting us out of there. No matter what my feelings about Lori, we needed to put an end to our airport ordeal.

I closed myself in the bathroom to quietly call the airline without waking her. The computer voice told me that my call was important and to please wait. I stood naked in the bright light, my cock hanging limp, listening to the charmless music. I wondered how long it would take to connect with someone and ensure we could finally get a flight that would actually leave. 

Finally I decided it was much simpler to go over to the terminal and find someone in person. I disconnected, and took a quick shower. Soaping myself in the hot steamy water, I thought again about Lori totally naked, but now had much better control over my thoughts than the night before. I was now preoccupied with getting to the terminal counter and figuring out the damn flights once and for all.

It was still dark with the winter morning when I emerged from the bathroom. Lori hadn't moved. I left the bathroom door ajar with the light on so that I could find my clothes and electric shaver. After dressing in the bathroom, I left a quick note on top of Lori's charging phone - "Checking on Flights. Will Text You." I took note of her number. There was so much more to say, but I didn't know how.

I left the hotel and went back into the terminal. It was busy with early travellers, like we had been the day before. I was soon talking to a cheery staffer and explained my situation.

"Oh yes," she said. "You must have had an awful day! But everything looks good now...in fact, the first morning flight leaves in twenty minutes! You'll just make it."

I was stunned. I hadn't realized the flight would be so early. And I wasn't ready.

My suitcase was back at the hotel. They could always send it on. I needed to get back to work. A real Road Warrior would be on his way to the next battle. But I couldn't possibly leave Lori this way. We had...unfinished business, I guess. 

For a second I thought how departing now would be a clean break, after going too far and making a mistake. But I couldn't possibly just run off on Lori this way after our day together and then...fucking her. I didn't know what the heck I would say to her. But I was not going to run away.

I explained to the agent that "my friend" was still at the hotel. "No problem!" she almost gushed. "How about the ten o'clock flight? Would that be okay?" I said yes. She put us both on the flight and gave me a new boarding pass. She said Lori would need to get hers in person.

I walked back slowly to the hotel, stopping for coffee and some food. 

I wanted to get something for Lori but I remembered she said she didn't eat breakfast, and I didn't know what to get her anyway. I took my time, as I was now feeling nervous and jumpy. What was she thinking? What was I going to say to her? What exactly were we going to do? I figured everything had changed now. Even though we had been moving toward it all day anyway, we had crossed a line in the hotel room, rutting like animals rather than behaving as mature adults. 

I sent her a text: "Flight at 10 AM. No hurry." She didn't reply. 

As I entered the hotel lobby, I decided what would would probably happen. We would acknowledge the mistake, and agree it was best to go our separate ways. I would take my stuff and go wait in the terminal. We would request separate seats on the flight. It was over. I was glum as I knocked gently on the door, swiping the key card and opening it.

*****

Lori was awake and sitting by the window, its curtains open. She was completely wrapped in the duvet blanket from my makeshift bed on the floor. She looked disheveled and gorgeous.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," she replied. "Got your text."

"Yeah," I lamely said. "It finally looks for real." I didn't mention the earlier flight. 

We were both quiet. I came closer but not too close. Her shoulders were bare. I remembered how I had pushed up her shirt and then removed it entirely.

"I'm just looking at the snow," said Lori. "It's nice and peaceful." I agreed. It was obvious why this was the last room available - the view was nothing but concrete walls, a loading dock and some cargo containers. But with the blanket of snow, everything looked silent and pretty. It was surprisingly nice. In the distances, we could hear a jet beginning to take off. I wondered if it was the flight I had turned down.

"How are you doing?" I finally asked. We both kept looking out the window.

She paused before answering. "Good," she said. "Pretty good, I guess. How are you doing?"

I couldn't stand it any more. "I guess I'm good, too. But I think something happened last night."

Lori just said, "Yes."

"And maybe..." I paused. "Well...I guess maybe we crossed a line."

"I know," she said. "We did." The roar of the plane grew louder. Then she continued, "How do you feel about that?"

"Well...bad, of course."

"I feel bad too." She looked at me for the first time. I looked at her, bare shouldered, and suddenly thought: I fucked her. I began to think about how little she must have had on under the duvet. Maybe she had put her panties back on. Maybe she was totally nude underneath. My thoughts of regret suddenly changed again to ones of pride. She wanted me. She is so cool and charming. So normal. And she wanted pathetic me.  I realized I was losing all control of my thoughts.

We heard the plane take off into the sky. 

Lori went on,"I can't believe it happened. I barely remember it. I mean, I know what happened. I just hardly remember it, if that makes sense."

"It does," I replied. "I feel the same. We were so tired and out of it."

"We were."

I stepped a little closer to her. "It's crazy, isn't it?" I asked. "To do...that...and hardly remember it." 

"I know." Lori smiled her nice thin smile. She was still looking at me but with a very neutral expression apart from the thin smile. Then she looked out at the snowy loading dock again and didn't say anything for a while. 

Finally she spoke: "I don't want to go back into that horrible airport until I..." She paused and then spoke with slow emphasis. "Until. I. Absolutely. Have. To." 

"I can understand why," I replied. "That was a terrible day yesterday."

"In fact, I don't want to leave this room or go anywhere until I..absolutely...have..to," she said slowly again.

"You don't have to," I moved even closer, a bit behind and above her in the chair. The blanket was loose. Once again I could see down into Lori's cleavage. But this was much different than the glimpse the morning before.

She sighed and shifted in the chair. The duvet seemed to loosen more.

I put my hands lightly on her bare shoulders. She didn't react as I began to massage them. "We were bad," I said, while looking down at the sides of Lori's breasts.

"Yes. Very bad," she said.

"And don't even remember much," I said.

"No." She closed her eyes and leaned back into my hands as they roamed around. "Not really. Though I remember enough." 

"Uh huh," I lamely replied.

She continued, "I remember...how you...took me." She was quiet and then continued. "I've never done that before."

"Me neither," I confessed. It was no surprise - neither of us probably had exciting sexual histories. 

"It was...like we were animals. Just...primal...fucking. Not even thinking about it."

"Yes," I said. "Reduced to our basest instincts." I kept massaging her. I could see most of her tits by now. My cock was feeling very firm inside my pants. 

"I just..." she started to say. "I just can't believe you wanted me."

I was almost thunderstruck. "Why...why wouldn't I want you?" I asked. "You're so...cool and confident. You made me feel so good yesterday."

She looked up at me. "I did?"

"Of course. You make me feel good about myself. You understand me. Things like the...like the dumb Road Warrior stuff."

"But that's easy to understand," she said. "You're ambitious. You're a good man but you always want to do better. That makes a man sexy. That's what makes you so...so sexy." Despite our night together, she still seemed to blush at the word sexy.

"If you say so," I replied. "All I know is that you make me feel really good about myself."

"Uh huh," she said. "I like how you make me feel...alive. Not just the most boring, predictable dork on earth."

"Absolutely not." I said. "And you make me feel alive too."

"Uh huh." She closed her eyes again. After a while she added, "This is bad."

I stilled my hands. 

"No," she said. "Don't stop." I started moving again, though lightly. Then she continued, "I just..."

"Yes?"




Flight Companion



"I just...I also just like the way my life is now. Or how it was..yesterday."

I replied truthfully. "I like mine the way it...was...too." We were both quiet as I kept stroking her breasts.

"But here we are. Trapped for a few more hours. And we already..." She didn't finish the sentence.

"And we both make each other feel good. Feel...alive," I said.

"Uh huh," she answered.

After a moment she spoke again. "Are you wondering what I've got on under here?"

"A little," I said.

"Just a little?" she teased.

"Maybe a lot." 

"Uh huh," she said. "Well, I won't tell. And it's too cold to show you. In fact, I'm getting cold like this." She began to gather the blanket around her again, covering up her half-exposed chest.

"I'll just have to guess and imagine then." My hands kept roaming. 

"Naughty man," she said, clutching the duvet tightly around her.

"Yes," I agreed. "Unless of course..."

"What?"

"Unless I somehow got under the blanket to see."

"Uh huh." She smiled and began to get up. I took my hands away as she moved over toward the bed. She turned toward me and kissed me lightly on the cheek as she gently let the duvet drop. 

She was wearing panties. I saw for the first time the breasts I had already touched, but only briefly as she scrambled under the bed blankets. She pulled them up to her neck and lay on her side, looking at me. Her face was expressionless, gazing right at me, though at one point she quickly cast her eyes downward at the rest of me and seemed to smile.

I kept gazing back at her, as I began to undo my shirt. Lori watched silently as I undressed right down to my underwear, matching her. I stood before her, all my body hair vivid on display. It was strange - knowing we had already had sex but had never really seen each other's bodies. Then she silently lifted up the blanket, inviting me into her bed, though still keeping herself mostly covered.

I got into the bed, lying on my side like she was, keeping a slight distance away. She kept holding up the blanket, like a tent. We could look down at each other's body. We were not young. We had mature bodies, with wrinkles and odd bits that broke up the smoothness of our skin. But hers sure looked good to me. 

And here we were...hidden under a blanket, inside a locked room, within a hotel, enclosed in a terminal, at a strange airport, in a strange city. For the moment, it was just the two of us, insulated from the world and all the things and responsibilities and other people in it, brought together by a single, unexpected ordeal. Sharing something that no one else in the world had. And making each other feel good about who we were.

I studied Lori's bare breasts for the first time. They were small enough that gravity and age didn't seem to be having much effect as she lay there on her side. They were firm, with her red nipples and aroelae inviting my gaze and telling me it was okay to look. I admired Lori's pale white winter skin, which had been covered all day but now was almost completely bare and on display for me. Her panties were black and nondescript - a bikini style but sensible more than skimpy. I remembered my touch last night and thought about Lori's bare bush hiding inside her panties.

While I admired her, she was looking at me. There was far less to display- just my middle-aged body, which is not too bad for guys my age but too hairy and certainly not buff. My half-hard penis was bulging in my underwear, growing harder at the knowledge that Lori could see the bulge.

We didn't say anything as our hands began to move toward each other. I touched Lori's side and gently massaged her, moving closer to her breasts. She reached over to play with my chest hair but soon closed her eyes as my fingers met her nipple, and made murmuring sounds as I gently played with it. She wriggled closer and I could feel the warmth of her body against me.

Our hands moved lower.

It was Lori who first reached underneath our remaining clothing. She lifted my underwear and quickly encountered the pointing tip of my penis. She began to encircle it...one finger teasing and rubbing the slit at the top, another gently stroking the sensitive underside. Her touch was slow and careful, exploring the cock that had already filled her once. Her touch was unbelievably exciting, and my own hand stopped at the edge of her panties as I surrendered to her magical touch. She then reached a little further and grasped me entirely. 

She spoke quietly as she slowly moved her hand up and down my cock. "You're just so...ambitious." 

Her words took me by surprise as my own hands began to creep under her panties. As I began to encounter her pussy hair, I replied quietly, "Ambitious...and insecure." Then I added, "But so taken by a fascinating, confident woman." I moved lower through Lori's bush, close to the clit that I had stroked to orgasm the previous night. 

She murmured, "Alive," as her hands reached down to grasp my balls.

"Alive," I agreed, as I began to gently move over her clit.

We were now concentrating on each other's pussy and cock, pushing away our underwear to get better access. We kept our eyes mostly open, watching each other or looking down at what we were doing to each other. We said little else. We had done our talking the day before, building up incredible desire and excitement that we were now fulfilling.

Lori's touch was indescribable. She would stroke my cock and then reach down and grasp my balls, and it was heaven just to surrender to her fingers. I felt so warm, so comfortable, so taken care of. I tried to reciprocate with my gentle playing with her pussy - gently fingering and probing all over, with increasing strokes of her clit. I pushed a finger inside her, thinking again about my cum already inside her.

We kept playing but were now tightly together. Our bodies rubbed shamelessly and I managed to get my other hand on her breasts again while still fingering her pussy. Lori moved a hand behind to my ass and gently squeezed it as I began to roll over on top of her.

As I mounted her, she spread her legs and let me nestle between them. Our hands moved away and we began to grind against each other - underwear half-off and my cock against her pussy. Though I was slightly worried about being able to perform at my age after the night before, it was fully erect and stiff. I moved down to kiss and lick Lori's bare breasts. I flicked one nipple with my tongue and then the other, cupping her firm proud breasts as she made her gentle purring sounds. 

I kept working my way down. I wanted Lori's bush and pussy. I kissed her breasts one last time and then moved down, gently nuzzling her tummy and disappearing under the blanket as I began to take her already half-off panties in both hands and tug them down. She lifted her bum and reached down to help them slide off. 

"Mmmm," she murmured as she became totally naked with me again.

I returned my attention to her body, moving down to again encounter her womanly bush, this time with my mouth. I soon found Lori's clit and began to tease it mercilessly with my tongue. More purring and some loud sighs encouraged me to keep going. I used my fingers along with my tongue to give total attention to Lori's pussy, burying myself between her legs in the darkness under the blanket, and eating out this exciting woman. 

After a few minutes she moved from sighs to moans, and I knew I was close. I didn't let up with my tongue on her clit, and moved my hands up to her breasts and then underneath to cup her ass. I held her tight against me as she climaxed with a little yelp and short gasping breaths. It felt incredibly good to know I made Lori cum again.

I could feel her relaxing as I left her pussy and pulled myself back up beside her. She nuzzled against me and started tugging at my own underwear, in between short touches of my cock. I kicked the underwear off and felt the magic of Lori feeling my cock and balls with both hands. I closed my eyes as she gave loving and complete attention to my penis. But after a while she stopped and whispered in my ear.

"Fill me up again the way you did last night."

"Like an animal," I replied.

"Yes. Like a...like a pulsing, desperate animal who always wants more." 

She pushed the covers down, then turned away onto her side to present her bare, pale white ass to me. It was as firm as the rest of her body - thin but not too skinny, with two firm globes that invited my touch and feel. I caressed her bum gently and she rolled over on her stomach as I mounted her again, this time from behind. She spread her legs wide and I pushed and probed against her with my firm cock. It was easy to find her wet, inviting, slit, and soon I slid inside Lori again. She felt as warm as before, but this time it was less frantic. Now it was about pleasure, prolonging things rather than desperately finding late night immediate relief.

I pushed my tip deep into her and then watched as I withdrew my shaft from between her legs, before plunging back and penetrating her again. She lay there, still lost in the pleasure of her own climax and now completely submitting to my cock as I fucked her gently but fully. I pulled the blankets further down from our now overheated bodies so that I could admire Lori's backside as I kept plowing her from behind.

"Oh yeah," she murmured as I drove my cock in and out of her. "Take me. Take me. It feels so wild. You feel so wild."

Her words surprised me and I automatically grunted back, "No, I'm not."

"Yes,' she gasped. "You are. You make me feel wild too. Like I can do so much more." We kept fucking.

It felt so good taking Lori from behind again. But I didn't want to cum yet, and not this way. I wanted more, and I wanted to see the rest of her glorious body. I lay back down, resting on top of her while still pumping in and out of her pussy, and spoke again: "Do you want to go on top?"

She almost started a bit, and started to say, "I never..." Then she stopped herself, and after a pause, said "Yes."

I pulled out my cock, now slick with our combined juices, from Lori's pussy and rolled over on my back. She first turned slightly to nuzzle beside me. She started to feel my messy cock, and then suddenly said, "Yuck." We both laughed. 

She crawled on top of me, there in the soft bed. I had the best look yet at Lori. Her breasts again glowed like the familiar headlights that women's breasts - their beautiful, gorgeous breasts - always look like. But right now they were in front of me. I could also now fully see her bush for the first time, not hidden by darkness or blankets or panties. She had soft light brown hair. My eyes confirmed what my fingers and mouth had told me...that it was well-kept but full. The familiar hairy triangle of a sexy, mature woman - but also right in front of me, one that I could admire and please.

She slowly positioned herself, hesitantly but still with her underlying confidence. She wanted to be fucked and was going to make sure she was...fucked. She sat on me, her pussy open by my waving, slick cock. Then she slowly moved up and used her fingers to slip me back inside her. She sank down on my rigid cock. I felt her warmth envelope me as she took me the deepest yet.

She moaned. "Ohhhhh."

I did very little as she took care of her own pleasure. Our fingers mingled together on her clit, but she was in charge and constantly moving, so I was clumsy while she daintily manipulated herself. So I mostly lay back and watched Lori in heat. Her eyes were closed as she ground against me, raising her ass up and then plunging back down, controlling how I penetrated her. Her small tits were jiggling; all of her was jiggling as she pleasured herself shamelessly. This woman was hot for cock. My cock.

Once she went up too high and I slipped out. She didn't hesitate to open her eyes and grab my shaft again, now completely slick and messy, and slip the tip back into her. No complaints about yuckiness this time. She was in charge and I just watched admiringly as she pumped up and down on top of me, all while fingering her own clit while I tried to assist. Her breathing became more labored, her eyes closed again, and her moans more fervent. I was so excited, knowing she was close to cumming again. 

She yelped again as she came, stopping the grinding and sinking down to rest on me as she came down from her climax. She gave her purr again and several long sighs, and then collapsed beside me. She snuggled into me again and I felt her lovely bare breasts and nipples press into me as she whispered, "Now it's your turn."

As good as her tits felt against me, I didn't hesitate and rose up above her a third time. My cock was hard and proud in front of Lori. She smiled an almost nasty grin as she wriggled herself under me, spreading her legs wide. I positioned my throbbing penis above her, and she rose up for a second and suddenly licked the tip. "Ewww," she said, probably half in jest and half truthfully. As much as I would have enjoyed a Lori blowjob earlier, I didn't care now. I wanted Lori's pussy, not her mouth.

No more teasing or preliminaries. As she lay back down, I plunged deep into Lori, and she raised her hips up to meet me and grind again. I had been already had my cock inside Lori several ways, but never like this, and it was the best of all. We were both so slick and wet that it was effortless to slide in and out of her, and felt so, so good. She had already cum twice, but seemed as eager as ever.

"Does it feel good?" I asked, somewhat pointlessly.

"I love it," she answered.

I pumped long and deep into Lori. Every few strokes I withdrew right to the tip, teasing her pussy lips, and then rammed back into her fast and hard. She moaned each time, which encouraged me to pump harder before withdrawing and ramming again. She kept raising her ass and hips up high, keeping herself as open and exposed as possible for my cock. Her pussy was so warm and wet and inviting. And she was so hot for me - as hot as I was for her. I could have fucked Lori forever. I kept pumping with long strokes, occasionally pausing to feel her grind with my penis inside her. Then I would resume, ramming deep into her again and watching her small tits jiggling to my thrusts. I bent down to lick and flick her nipples, which produced more of her familiar purring. 

Lori began to play with her clit while I kept fucking her. We both looked down, watching her fingers stroke herself as my cock pushed in and out right beside her. I tried again to finger her, but she pushed me away and grunted, "Just cum in me. Cum, Bill."

I had been able to control myself through all our fucking, but her words were enough to push me over the edge. Lori wanted my cum, and she was going to get it. I increased the tempo of my strokes, and could feel that wonderful feeling of pending release. I may be snipped, but it felt like my balls were boiling with cum and I was going to shoot it all into Lori.

I did one more withdrawal to the tip, and as I plunged back inside Lori, I could feel myself release. I grunted and lay still as I began to pump my warm cum into Lori. I felt spurt after spurt go through me, and realized I was probably shooting twice the load I had given her the night before. As I filled Lori with my sticky mess, she began to gasp and I knew she had made herself cum a third time. We moaned together.

I felt my final spurts and the sense of my softening cock. I lay there for a few more seconds, savoring the feeling of being inside Lori. Then I slowly began to withdraw. She lowered her legs and curled onto her side. I reached down to pull up the blankets, and then lay beside her. She nestled against my chest. We didn't say anything for a while.

Finally she murmured, "What's the time?"

I looked over at the bedside clock. Our lovemaking had been fast and furious. "Two minutes to seven," I told her.

She murmured, "Good." She pulled the blankets up even more, and then rearranged herself onto her side, looking straight at me. It was the most intense look I'd ever seen from her.

"This was not real, right?" she asked.

"No, it wasn't," I agreed. "It's just...a moment in time. Like we're in a different world."

"Cut off from everything."

"Yes. Hidden away...in this room, in this airport." Under the blankets, we were still safe in our cocoon for now. But not much longer.

"I feel..." she hesitated. Then she said, "I'm glad I had you to get me through yesterday."

"I think you got me through it too," I answered.

She was quiet before continuing. "And I feel like you've awakened something in me. Helped me understand more about myself, even if I do lead a boring life."

I replied, "I feel like you've calmed something in me. Helped me feel better about myself, rather than always trying to be someone else." 

She smiled her thin, tight-lipped smile. "It's crazy, isn't it?"

I smiled back. "Uh huh." We remained close to each other, but in a very light snuggle. The animal intensity was gone. I felt the most relaxed I had been in the last twenty-four hours, and in some ways, for a long, long time. I managed to set the clock alarm for eight, and we both dozed off.

****

I awoke to the alarm. Lori was gone from the bed and I heard the shower running. I lay there, playing idly with my soft cock while thinking about her in the shower. But I was no longer transfixed and obsessed about her naked like the day before. When she emerged from the bathroom, she was wrapped chastely in two towels. I smiled at her and went back in to take my second shower of the morning before dressing in the bathroom. 

We checked out and headed for the terminal. At the airline counter, Lori asked for her boarding pass. The agent smiled and said that the flight was so full that they had upgraded her. She now had a business class seat. Lori turned in surprise to me, her jaw open.

"Bill, you should have that. It will help you get ready for your work."

"Not on your life," I said. "Take it." I really didn't care. I was thinking more about the fact that we would be separated sooner than I thought. But I realized it was probably for the better, as we returned to our real lives.

We passed through security and were soon near the gate. We sat down on the same private bench as the day before. But this time we had less to say. So much was now unspoken.

"This wasn't real, but it was something I will never forget," I said.

"Me, neither," said Lori. 

We were quiet again.

Soon the business class passengers were called. Lori gave me a chaste peck on the cheek and a squeeze on the arm. "Bye, Bill. You are an exciting, interesting man."

"You are a sexy, confident woman, Lori," I replied. She gave a wide smile at the compliment. Then she approached the gate and soon disappeared.

Eventually my zone was called and I lined up for the agent, then on the gateway, and finally in the plane. I passed Lori, snuggled in her seat. We looked into each other's eyes and she mouthed, "Thank you."

"No, thank you," I pantomined back, before moving to the back. As I left the business section, I overheard a Road Warrior hissing into his phone. "I told you I can't take the kids this weekend. I have to be in Atlanta and then Cleveland." He was in his thirties with a sharp full head of hair, but it was nearly all gray.

I had a window seat. A guy like me was in the aisle, and the middle seat wasn't yet occupied. I settled in and looked out the window. I heard and saw out of the corner of my eye someone getting into the seat beside me.

I didn't feel any need to look to see who it was.

*****

The End