Things To Do In Denver Ch 02

Since our flight was nearly the last plane to arrive the entire airport now showed signs of completely shutting down for the duration of the storm. There was one harried airline gate crew gal trying to sooth the irate nerves of over a hundred passengers that were just a pitchfork and a few torches away from turning into a raging mob. I didn't even try to wander over and join that crowd. I figured at a glance that the news would be all bad anyway and I'd be stuck here for the duration.

Close actually. Since the airport was shutting down completely due to the storm, they were going to have to clear the airport entirely and everyone was to be bussed over to the nearby Airport Hilton until the storm passed and the airport reopened, maybe by noontime tomorrow.

I saw Kathy fairly close nearby but she had her head attached to her cell phone and was loudly and animatedly giving someone, somewhere orders. Hopefully not to my new college to get me fired even before I was hired. She didn't make eye contact with me and was near the front of the line when the first bus arrived to take us away to the Hilton.

Since I was in no hurry whatsoever, I dawdled and took the last bus. I figured that by this point, since we were just about the last arrivals at the airport, my odds of actually getting any available room at the Hilton were just about zilch, and indeed my prediction was spot on. Several other earlier arriving airlines had already filled the hotel to capacity with their stranded passengers. Even the sofas and chairs in the lobby were all filled.

I found a dark wall corner and rolled up a sweater to use as a pillow behind my head. Being ex-military I'd slept in far worse places and under worse conditions. Indeed the first thing an enlisted person in any service learns is 'hurry up and wait', and the ability to sleep in any situation, even standing up. I'd slept in worse MAC Terminals in my day, or so I reminded myself.

I was almost asleep a half-hour later when I heard a female voice and felt someone tapping my shoe with theirs.

"Max, are you awake? I'm sorry for my over-reaction earlier. What you said was surprising and a bit shocking to me, but it

was

actually quite true. Some things just don't ever change I suppose. Let me make it up to you by buying you dinner, if you're hungry… or we could just have a drink or two at the bar and talk about old times."

Since I wasn't actually mad at her, I couldn't think of a good reason to decline her offers. Besides, my back was cramping being pressed against the wall corner and really needed a good stretch. Maybe I was getting a bit too old to enjoy sleeping on floors.

"Sure thing." I said, as she offered me a hand in getting back up. "They both sound like good ideas to me."

We remained on our best behavior during dinner and the vast majority of our conversation concerned the twenty-year reunion on Saturday night that I had missed. We had to stop often to refer back to her yearbook because I couldn't remember over half of the names of folks that she had talked to or seen. Mostly all leading normal conventional lives, happy or pretending to be so with husbands and wives close at hand and fat wallets full of pictures of their children, and even a few over achievers that had grandchildren already. Of all of the names she recounted I knew virtually none of them and had never had any sort of special relationship with any of them. In short, I silently thanked my lucky stars that I had done something else that night instead.

A 'quick trip to the bar for a drink or two' turned into a three hour marathon that rivaled many grad school parties I'd attended. Since there was nothing else for all of the stranded passengers to do, the bar was doing record trade and the atmosphere had turned into a sort of 'storm watching party' with the TV turned to the cable Weather Channel that was broadcasting non-stop details of this now historic west coast storm.

One drink lead to about seven and this was the point where Kathy admitted that the collapse of her marriage was largely due to her reluctance to put her career on hold to have children. Apparently seeing all of the happy folk at the reunion talking about their families had made her feel inadequate again. Being successful, making money and working with celebrities was now of lesser significance to having a good spouse, a happy home and a flock of children to adore. At least in her mind, anyway.

By the time she started to cry about 'choices in life' I decided that she'd had enough to drink and that it was time to get her upstairs to her room. Kathy had belonged to several different airline VIP programs and she called and pulled some strings to get one of the very last rooms. Lucky her. She lost both high heeled shoes making the stumbling walk to her room, but I finally got her into her room barefooted and tossed her shoes under the desk.

I steered her into the bathroom and shut the door on her so she could splash some cold water on her face and do any other needed business, and I was bidding her a good night through the closed door when she begged me to stay and wait for her a few minutes. Sigh. Ok, sure… fine. It beat sleeping on the floor downstairs.

A few minutes later I heard the shower water running and after a few longer deep sighs I parked myself into a comfortable chair to wait for her, nearly falling asleep in the process. I hold my drinks pretty well but I was a bit out of practice and it had been a pretty long and stressful day. The wait was worth it however.

About a half an hour later a wet, but revived Kathy came out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel. I start to get up to leave but she grabbed my hand and asked me not to leave. Her lips came searching for mine and in the process the wet towel ended up on the carpet as her now naked body pressed up against mine. Any thoughts I had about leaving were quite forgotten.

The last words I could remember her saying were, "Give me a baby, Max!" before we fell into the bed and got down to some serious romancing. My clothes joined her towel on the floor and soon we were both naked in bed and oblivious to everything else around us.

I had spent my late teenaged years fantasizing about Kathy giving me a blow job and now twenty years later I was finally getting the real thing. Frankly the fantasy was much better, but fantasy

always

seems to better than the real thing. She was very good at giving head and I told my imagination to just shut up and enjoy the genuine living experience. There is no such thing as bad oral sex anyway.

The rest of her body held up well to my imagination, especially considering the extra twenty years of mileage and gravity involved. Her breasts were still fairly small but athletic and completely firm with decent sized and very responsive nipples. Her stomach was still board flat and showed an unusual commitment to regular exercise, a commitment I was now ashamed I no longer shared for my own body. Even her cunt muscles were extremely responsive and they grabbed hold of me like a gamefish grabbing at some bait.

Her husband was a damned fool to let her get away regardless of their disagreements. She was easily the best fuck I'd ever had in my entire life.

Since I wasn't getting much female companionship lately, I was a bit out of shape and nearly ready to pop after just a few minutes of her sucking me, but I warned her in time and she stopped dead. Apparently she had other preferences for where she wanted my cum to go. Right away she hopped on top of me, inserted herself in one swift motion and began to ride me like a race horse. I came nearly almost immediately but she kept riding me hard and hard I stayed.

When she became tired and a bit dizzy still from drinking she rolled over to her back and spread herself wide for me. Her legs ended up on my shoulders and nearly on my head as she wrapped herself around me so that I could drive ever deeper into her, to spray and fill her apparently very fertile womb with cum. I sure did my best.

We stopped for a short nap but in the early hours of the morning, before dawn I awoke to find her trying to stroke me hard again, which actually wasn't too difficult. Again she sucked me rock hard but was anxious to once again feel me inside of her and we quickly ended up on all fours. My stamina was a bit better now and I lasted for a good long time inside of her while she rubbed her fingers underneath on her clit and brought herself off with at least two orgasms before I filled her cunt full once more again.

While she lay in bed gently purring in her afterglow I distracted myself playing with her ass and asked her if she ever enjoyed sex there. She admitted she enjoyed anal sex sometimes, but not today. To emphasize this point she stroked me hard yet one more time before once again climbing on top to ride me for a good long time until once again she rolled onto her back for me to fill her as deeply as possible. I eventually managed another very weak load and collapsed back into sleep nearly immediately in the early dawn light while Kathy cuddled up happily next to me.

I work up with a start at 3 p.m. when the hotel housekeeping service knocked on the door to ask us to checkout and vacate the room. Or rather, just me. I was alone in the room. Kathy had apparently packed and left earlier around noon to be at the airport when it reopened. The bill was paid, but it was time for me to leave. Alone.

She had left a note, but it was fairly terse. She thanked me for the evening and vaguely mentioned that she hoped to give me a call in the future. There were a few 'if's' mentioned that don't bear repeating. In short, she was returning to her husband but hoped I'd be available and understanding if things didn't work out.

I couldn't say I was happy to once again be someone's second choice, but I was getting used to it. I'd finally lived out my greatest fantasy… and it nearly lived up to the impossible amount of hype. Annoyed or not at the moment, the moment that woman crooked her little finger I'd undoubtedly come running like a dog in heat.

Twenty years later, she was still the woman of my dreams and at least now I stood a small chance of having my dreams come true, someday… maybe.

**********

I arrived at UC-Santa Barbara right on schedule and showed up for my interview only half an hour early. Since nearly everything in California runs on Simpson standard time too, I was badly early but they didn't hold it against me. The interview went well, as I was in top confident form still happy in my own afterglow from my night with Kathy. They offered me the job and after a brief haggle about money and perks I accepted.

Two years later I received full tenure and was well into research for my next book, certain to be another cure for insomniacs that weren't subdued by my first one. Well, publish or perish, as they say.

I'd realized after my near-death experience with my flight to Denver that I really hadn't been living at all, I'd just be going through the motions. Now, I decided I was going to let my hair down again and have some fun once again in my life before the next plane I flew in lost more than just an engine!

I still worked hard, but now I did my damnest to get my head out of my ass, or out of a book to join the real world at least once in awhile. I started going to the gym every morning and even started to play tennis again regularly. I lost the forty plus pounds of fat and started to look pretty darn good for a guy now just on the wrong side of forty. I even started to make friends in the faculty and became a lot smarter about playing the endless mind games of academia. I had decided that I wanted Santa Barbara to be my home, to stay.

As for Kathy, she and her husband did reconcile, to my eternal disappointment. I'm on her 'joke email' distribution list, so I get all of the cute pictures of LOLcats and other funny stories, but nothing of any serious importance. I also get their family photo Christmas card every year without fail now. The first photo taken right after their reconciliation shows just the two of them, but the next summer I received the baby photos of their new son, Alexander Malcolm Rodgers.

The Malcolm part made me suspicious immediately. That's my real name - "Max" is just my preferred nickname. If this wasn't enough proof for me, the next couple of Christmas photo cards clinched it. The boy was a dead ringer for my own baby pictures at the same age. Either Kathy's husband didn't know or didn't care about her affair and that she was more than serious when she asked me to "give her a baby".

I did email Kathy to ask her to regularly send me updated photos of the boy and she's done so, but never with any additional comment. I can't exhibit them on my desk at the University, but they're all displayed in my home. It's odd to know that I have a son but that he can't ever be acknowledged and he will probably never learn the truth.

*********

The joke emails from Kathy were a bit few and far between this last fall, but I was almost too busy with the start of another new school year to notice until I received her Christmas card which only showed Kathy and little three year old Alex.

I sent out a few frenzied secret emails to other folks on her distribution list before someone told me that Kathy and her husband had separated again, this time probably for good, as divorce papers had been filed (by him). Apparently he was not asking for custody of young Alex and was fighting to avoid child support, but had agreed to provide alimony.

If I were a betting man I'd say that somehow that the cat had gotten out of the bag that Alex was not his genetic biological son. That news most certainly did not come from me, although I admit that I was wonderfully happy when I heard the news of her separation. I had never stopped thinking about her, but I wanted her to choose me and come willingly... to stay. I was a happier and more confident person these days and it would have been beneath me to subtly orchestrate the failure of her marriage. There were no shortage of candidates wanting to fill the role of my wife, and I was tempted once or twice, but a little voice in the back of my head kept telling me to wait, just a little bit longer, for the girl of my dreams to return.

In another odd occurrence, I've had emails and even a phone call or two from supposed friends of Kathy that have gently (and not so gently) checked upon my own marital status. I'm still single, but waiting for that one

very

special woman, thank you very much!

Again, if I were a betting man, I'd wager my last dime that within a few weeks of the finalization of her divorce in a few weeks, I'll suddenly get a phone call or email from Kathy requesting that we do dinner to catch up on old times together. Can we make a relationship work between us? Who knows, but I'm willing to try. Can I love her son as my own? Absolutely. Would the sex be red-hot regardless? Abso-fucking-lutely!

I'm waiting and praying for her call.