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Paige was shaking her head and tapping her foot in frustration. She was stood at the airline information desk and slowly losing her immense patience. The tall slim conservative 3rd grade teacher was hoping for a straightforward return home. After 25 years of active campaigning in service to getting the children of her district on the straight and conscientious path to the early years learning she had been presented with the prestigious John Adams award for her stand out service in education.
When the invite arrived, she had been excited at the prospect of travelling to Boston to receive the award. Her outward journey had been untroubled and the award committee had ensured she was treated like royalty from the moment the sole of her right shoe containing her slender manicured foot had touched the tarmac at Logan airport. It had all gone so swimmingly; she had even allowed herself a glass of champagne and after diner wine to celebrate -- even though she knew how situations with her got out of hand way too quickly after too many glasses of wines -- two were her limit.
The doubts started on her return journey to the airport; it had been snowing heavily while she had been cosseted in the award ceremony and knowing how bad the weather could be in Boston had made her apprehensively the longer the taxi journey was taking. She had only moments before wheeled her case into the terminal when the 'Delayed' messages started popping up. Paige's heart sank further when her destination was added to the list; it wasn't the first time she had suffered a delay flying but it was the first with such ominous weather.
Paige was thankful that she had taken the trip as a suitable opportunity to test out her new lingerie prototypes -- after all she doubted, she would ever meet again anyone that crossed her path today. After 25 years in education Paige had taken the fateful decision to pursue her dream of being a clothing designer; more specifically, lingerie designer. She and her husband Jim, both liked it when she dressed in lingerie and she had amassed quite a collection of her own over the years albeit her collection was far from practical. Her colleagues, her friends, even her family had absolutely no idea that she and Jim liked to play -- a lot. Sat surrounding by a sea of people she would never know; she squirmed in her seat as her pussy moistened at the prospect of getting home to her husband. She may be seen outwardly as Ms Prim and Proper but she would have a couple of wines on the return journey, this would ensure she was suitably buzzed and she was going to get especially freaky with Jim that night.
Paige had studied fashion and design before entering education and had long held a desire to return to her roots, the couple were financially secure enough that Jim had encouraged Paige to pursue her passion. He would do anything to please her because of how she made him feel and this was just another demonstration of that. She had friends from her student days that had stayed in the business and were similarly encouraging her to spread her wings using their facilities and contacts to further Paige's designs. Even now sat in the terminal, her heart was beating faster at the possibilities that could be achieved. An hour sat in the terminal had passed before she eventually went up to the information desk. The staff were doing their best -- sadly they were as much in the dark as the passengers -- but the expression 'chocolate fireguard' kept creeping into her head.
An hour later, it was obvious no more flights were leaving the airport tonight. Paige was disappointed as she had some especially lurid ideas of what she and Jim could get up to but hey, she would just have to delay them until her eventual return. Hotel rooms had been hurriedly arranged by the airport and Paige was stood in the taxi queue waiting to be whisked off to the hotel hurriedly scribbled on the piece of paper in her hand. It was quite gratifying that a couple of the men in front of her encouraged Paige to take their place in the queue until she was one from the front. Each invite was greeted with her stunning but sweet smile. She could have used it the stunning effect over the years and yet she didn't want to abuse her qualities; instead, she freely spread joy to everyone she crossed paths with.
The airport had had to cancel so many flights which meant the hotel Paige had been allocated was a good 25 minute ride from the airport but the driver had been kind enough to usher her into the foyer while he went to extract her case. He similarly was rewarded with one of her mesmerising smiles which sent him away into the foul conditions with a skip in his step. The short walk to reception soon secured a room on the penultimate floor but she forgot to ask if the room had a mini-bar and having seen the queue of people that had arrived after her, Paige decided to go to the bar and treat herself to a bottle of wine to take back to the room for savouring later; she didn't have to consume it all but she was looking forward to kicking off her heels and relaxing on the bed while she massaged her stocking covered legs -- maybe she could also engage in a little self-pleasuring, yes that wine would indeed help.
Paige was in such a good mood with how these prototype stockings felt that she fairly sailed into the bar area and was making her way back towards the lift when she overheard the conversation taking place at the reception desk. 'That's the Shark, Lori Greiner, she seems so nice on the TV. Obviously, she got caught in the weather too?' Paige mulled over in her head.
"I'm terribly sorry Ms Greiner but all our rooms have now been taken. Ten rooms are out of action on the ground floor because of a leak in the floor above. I guess the airport haven't received the message" the receptionist was being very apologetic, even going as far as to offer "I can ring around the other hotels in the area to see what's available, obviously with the weather it could take some time but you are welcome to take a seat in the bar area while I ring around."
Lori Greiner looked dejected. She sighed heavily and then made a frustrated growling sound before replying "I know it's not your fault and I appreciate your assistance but I've been on the go all day since leaving Chicago O'Hare at 5am this morning. There's no telling how far out I'll need to go to the next hotel."
Paige's heart went out to the other woman. Jim was more a fan of the program than Paige but she had seen numerous episodes of the show and she always judged Lori as being the most compassionate and encouraging to those looking for the Shark's help. It was this impression that made Paige bolder than she actually felt right now. Stepping up to the reception desk next to Lori Paige asked the receptionist "Excuse me for butting in but is my room 720 a twin bed set up?"
The receptionist looked confused at the question but confirmed "Yes, it is. Why?"
Turning to Lori Paige then suggested "I have a twin room all to myself and seeing as us girls need to stick together as it's probably only one night you are welcome to share with me? I'm sure we can come up with some kind of roster for the bathroom."
