The snow was falling hard and fast, big wet flakes that made the car's wipers struggle. I couldn't speak the local language but I understood the cab driver's mumblings and murmurings, he wanted us at the airport as soon as he could get there and then he was off the road. Wasn't looking good for flying but we had no choice but to try. The windows were steamed up as the driver had the heater on full so trying to look out of the car was depressing and pointless. I decided to focus on the inside of the car.
I looked at my travelling companion, Gemma; she was an attractive young woman, late 20's, with flowing dark hair and olive skin she had the look of the Mediterranean about her. She was athletic in build, I knew she ran and kept herself fit but she mostly wore loose clothing making it difficult to see the effect. My eyes moved down her body, she wore loose, formal clothes in work but always wore a low cut, tight top which emphasised her cleavage; looking now I could see the smooth skin of her tits with their rounded form. Man I really wanted to see those tits released to see if they would live up to my fantasies. They were beautifully formed, tight and round, I could see them swinging free as she bent down to....
"Do you think we'll get out of here?"
Shit, pulled out of the dream of those tits and back in to the reality of wet snow and traffic from hell.
"Sure we will." I lied.
Suddenly the car lurched forwards and to the right and screeched to a halt outside the terminal building. We got our bags and walked in to ..... chaos. The departures board was lit up red with flight after flight cancelled.
"Oh great, I'll get on to the emergency travel line, you join the queue for the airline."
I left Gemma in the queue and called the emergency travel number. Ten minutes later I got a cheery sounding Scottish woman. "Hi, how can I help?"
"We're stuck in Zurich, no flights anywhere."
"Just a minute...... Ah, yes, the snow storm, sorry no flights today, I'll book you in to an airport hotel and get you on the first available flight out tomorrow. I'll SMS the details."
"Thanks. And don't forget I'm travelling with a colleague." She'd gone, I wonder if she got that last bit?
I found Gemma, "Come on, no point waiting here there's no flights."
My phone started to vibrate, a sensation I was never sure I liked, it was the SMS *Room booked airport hotel – Ref number XGR7T5*
We made our way into the hotel and saw the queue, more bloody chaos, oh the glamour of international travel.
"It's OK," I said "I'm a gold member we can skip the queue."
I walked over to the privileged member counter and the manager came straight over.
"We have reservations, just made by our corporate travel booker." I handed over the gold card.
"Ah yes Sir and welcome back. Now let me see, yes I have your room."
"Rooms." I said.
"Sorry sir, only one booking has come through."
"No problem just let my colleague have another room."
"Erm, sorry Sir but we're fully booked now, what with the weather, but it is a twin."
I looked at Gemma and she looked at me. "Fine by me", I ventured, "better than the airport departure lounge."
"Agreed!"
"OK, we'll take it."
We went straight up to the room, it had been a long day with the conference finishing and then the trip to the airport. The room was big, a small suite with 2 big single beds and a big bathroom. I slung my bag down and sat on the end of one of the beds, Gemma threw herself down on the other bed. "I'm knackered."
"Yeah, me too. Think I'll go and have a shower after that day, and the taxi guy had that heating on full tilt"
"I know, I thought I was going to pass out the sweat was dripping off me."
The thought of Gemma with beads of sweat rolling down that cleavage was almost too much to bear, especially as she lay sprawled across the bed next to me. I looked across, she had her eyes closed, her arms above her head and one leg crossed over the other. Unfortunately she was wearing trousers so I couldn't get the view I wanted. I shook myself out of the dream, got my stuff out of my bag and headed in to the bathroom. I shaved and jumped into the shower, running it slightly colder than normal to try to get my mind away from those tits. After the shower I pulled my pj's on and walked back in to the room. Gemma was in front of the mirror with her hair pulled up.
"I look a mess," she said "think I'd best go in that shower too."
She grabbed some stuff and I heard the bathroom door lock, and then shortly I heard the shower running. The image of those tits, and the rest of her body, getting soaped up in the shower shot into my mind and my cock twitched. Shit, better take my mind off it. I lay on the bed and opened the journal I'd brought for the flight; bit of sustainable construction that'd take my mind off those tits.
I heard the shower stop and shortly afterwards the bathroom door opened. Mustn't look, focus on the journal, fascinating article about reducing cooling load and I needed some cooling. I became aware of Gemma's presence next to the bed, I caught a smell of freshly showered woman and then something else, what the hell was that, it was sweet but also musky, I remembered that smell, it was...it was... Jesus it was a woman on heat. I'd been married 15 years and kind of missed that. My cock twitched and grew.
"I hope she doesn't notice," I thought to myself.
