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.
I looked up, Gemma was standing over me, she had on a red silk floral camisole and it was well tailored, accentuating those tits as they hung free. Following it down it flowed over her athletic body and stopped about 30 cm down her thighs. I'd never seen those thighs but they were all a man could wish for, athletic but not muscular, perfect for sliding between. I caught another whiff of that musky smell and my cock almost jumped, I was tenting my pj's, but what could I do? If I try to cover my rigid cock with my magazine it would be obvious but it was pretty much out there anyway.
"Hmm, seems you like something in this room?"
Gemma was staring straight down at my now fully rigid cock.
"Well maybe I can help there."
She stepped back, crossed her arms across her front and grabbed the bottom of the camisole. She pulled it up and over her head and all my dreams came true at once.
She revealed her body, taut with smooth, olive skin. She threw the camisole onto the other bed and shook her hair out, as she did so her tits wobbled but soon came to rest, full and firm, each one ending in a glorious brown nipple surrounded by deep brown areolae. She was clearly aroused as each nipple stuck out pert and erect, demanding to be sucked. My gaze followed on down, her stomach was tight but again not muscular, with that beautiful feminine soft abdomen that all well built women had and I loved to caress. It was then I noticed she had no panties on, that'd explain why the smell was so strong. Her pussy was shaved bare and I could see every detail of those beautiful pussy lips. I couldn't stop staring, she bent over and pulled my pj bottoms off letting my cock spring free.
"Mmm, you definitely need some help."
I just couldn't take my eyes off her shaved pussy, each time she moved the lips slid against each other and I imagined them enveloping my cock. I was clearly staring, Gemma let out a small giggle
"I swim a lot so it's easier to keep it all smooth. Want a closer look?"
I just gurgled, and before I could regain my composure she straddled across me on the bed. My face was inches away from that pussy, I could see every detail, every fold of those lips; the heady smell of woman filled my senses and I could see the first glisten of moisture as her natural wetness started to flow. I just had time to take it all in when she lowered herself onto my face. I inhaled deeply and took my first lick, I flattened my tongue and pushed it between the folds of her labia, finding the sweet hole and lapped up and across her swollen clit. She let out a deep sigh and squirmed to slightly alter her position and give me better access. I licked deep again, this time letting my tongue enter her wet hole before following up and forwards again.
"Mmmmm."
I continued like this for another couple of minutes and could feel her relaxing into the rhythm. Time to step up a gear.
Now my wife, after quite a bit of red wine, liked to have her ass licked and I thought it was worth a go with Gemma, on my next voyage down I went a bit further and put my tongue on that smooth bit of skin between the pussy and the ass and slowly licked from there. Definite reaction and positive, Gemma tilted her hips forward once more to give me easier access. This time I flattened my tongue and licked straight across her puckered ass, up, deep into her pussy and finally on to her clit. She let out a little squeal and ground her crotch in to my face. The final test, I made my tongue into a stiff pointed shape and this time as I went past her asshole pushed the tip against her tight hole, she pushed down trying to get me in, but I went on past and deep in to her pussy. Now I knew she liked it so this time I lingered at her ass and she pushed down, trying to get my tongue into her sweet ass, squealing with delight. Now was time to take control.
I put my arms around her thighs and levering myself I flipped her over on to her back but kept my face close to her pussy. I just took enough time to throw off my t-shirt and then dived back into heaven. I lapped quickly working her ass and her pussy and giving her clit more and more time. Her breathing became faster and deeper and she put her hands on the back of my head. I needed no encouragement and increased the pace. I felt her back arch and suddenly the sweet tasting juice was flowing and she was bucking her hips as she exploded like she hadn't had an orgasm for months, I slowed the pace and let the waves of pleasure subside in her.
Once she was still and lying with those thighs open and her legs draped across my shoulders and down my back I started to move up, my cock was throbbing and needed some attention. I worked my way up past the soft abdomen, across the tight stomach and into that beautiful cleavage. I lingered here feeling the soft skin against my cheeks and watching her breath heaving her tits, she was still coming down after that explosive orgasm. I moved on up and suddenly felt warm wetness against the tip of my cock, ah well, time to get some release of my own. I adjusted my position and slid straight in to the hilt; she was so wet.
"Nooo." she sighed.
"Crap!" I thought "Just when I thought I'd get my own pleasure she doesn't want it, but if the lady says no...."
