Because of his job, encountering delayed flights, angry passengers and rude employees on his way to the airport was nothing new to Dave. Typically he would leave on a Sunday night or Monday morning, returning Wednesday or Thursday to finish up the week back home in the office. But this was no normal trip -- while to many a trip to Cleveland may not seem exciting, they would be wrong. Dave left for the airport straight from the office on Friday. Instead of the normal hotels his company booked for him, he had upgraded to the suite for the weekend.
This weekend was the result of much anticipation, waiting, and excitement. Dave was finally meeting his friend Molly. They met online and had been chatting, emailing, calling, and flirting for months now. It just so happened that work was bringing Dave to her neck of the woods this week. Dave decided to come out the weekend before so they could spend some time together.
Of course, now that the weekend was finally here, Dave had been sitting in the plane on the tarmac for 3 hours, due to thunderstorms. Fortunately the storms seemed to be clearing. Dave had been texting Molly, so she knew what was going on and understood, but Dave still felt bad. They had dinner plans and were going to go out afterwards; he certainly didn't want to miss a minute of it! A friend had dropped her at the airport where Dave was meeting her and using the rental car on the company for the week, taking her back home Sunday night. So he knew that she probably was as bored and anxious as he was.
Finally the captain made the announcement to buckle seatbelts because they were about to take off. Dave breathed a sigh of relief and excitement and texted Molly one last time, letting her know. It had been a long day. Dave leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, excited but wanting to be well rested. Images of Molly danced through his head, but finally he nodded off, waking up only when he felt and heard the sounds of the plane starting to descend.
Dave shook the sleep out of his head as he gathered his things and walked out of the terminal. It was about 8:30, and the plane was three and a half hours late. Dave looked over the audience of people milling about waiting for their friends, relatives or significant others. Finally Dave found her, sitting in a chair with her head down, reading a magazine. A smile crept across his face when he saw her. Molly looked fantastic, better than any pictures they had ever shared. Her mid-length brunette hair was pulled back. She had on a short jean skirt with her legs crossed, and a tight formfitting Zeppelin t-shirt, showing that she also had excellent taste! Her tight shirt showed off some of her more alluring assets, like her sexy waist and very large chest. Dave tried to make his mind behave, but he guessed that her breasts were at least a D if not larger.
Dave snuck up behind her unseen, putting his hands on her shoulders and whispering,
"Boo!" in her ear.
Molly sucked in a quick breath and jumped out of her seat, quickly looking Dave up and down and broke, but tried to hide, a smile. She put a hand on her hip and tried to look disapprovingly.
"You're late." she tried to say crossly.
Dave gave a sarcastic smile. "Well, you know how planes are. Enough attitude, now get over here!"
He leapt forward and grabbed Molly, picking her up in a tight and affectionate embrace, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"It's great to finally meet, babe," Dave said, smiling.
"You have no idea!" Molly retorted, smiling back.
They made their way to the rental car counter, laughing and small-talking, both very giddy.
Once they found the car Dave asked, "I know its getting late and I know we were going to go straight to dinner, but would you mind if we stopped by the hotel first? I've been in these clothes all day and stuck on the cramped plane for what seems like hours!"
"Making me wait and not even going to feed me now?" Molly said as she playfully slapped and jabbed Dave in the side. He laughed and tried to tickle her back.
"But seriously, I understand. I would want to clean up a bit first too, by all means," Molly said putting her arm through Dave's.
"Thanks a lot. We will go eat and drink like royalty shortly!" And with that, he pulled out and drove on to the airport.
When they reached the hotel Dave got out and took all of their bags inside with him while Molly parked the car. She returned, tossing Dave the rental keys as he was checking in. She said, "The keys to your...um...chariot...sir..."
Dave laughed. "Yeah, piece of crap isn't it? But hey, the company is paying for it, so no skin off my teeth!" They grabbed their bags again and made their way to the elevator.
They found their way to the room and opened the door.
"Wow, very nice!" Molly said. "The company sprang for the suite?"
"Nooooo, I paid for the upgrade. Looks like it was worth it too!"
There was a nice little living area, which led to the bedroom where there was a large king bed. The bathroom had a walk in shower with a glass sliding door and a hot tub with a large ledge facing the shower.
"I agree," Molly retorted, "But what's this, the old 'I swear I asked for 2 queen beds, but all they had were Kings' trick?"
Dave went on the offensive this time, dropping the bags and, grabbing her from behind, wrapped his arms around Molly. "You knew exactly what you were getting," he replied, giving her a little tickle. "In fact I believe you were the one who asked for one bed?"
Molly gave a sheepish smile and leaned her head back, looking back at Dave. "Shhh."
