The forecast wasn't good. If fact, it was bad enough that I left three hours for a two hour trip. It had been snowing for only an hour before I left the house, but the roads were already coated and the plows were having a hard time keeping up. I had hopes of outrunning the storm while I drove east, but that thought was quickly evaporating as I made my way at a leisurely fifty miles an hour in the partly snow free right lane of the interstate. Yeah, this business trip wasn't starting out to be too good. I'd been down this path before, and knew that the storm that had been through three days before was just hitting the east coast, making my flight into Boston touchy at best. No, it was time to start making alternate plans. A quick web search on my cell had the number I needed.
"Airport Holliday Inn, How may I help you?"
The young lady on the other end of the line said in a pleasant voice.
"Yes I need to make reservation. Do you still have any rooms available?"
"We do have a few sir."
"Very well. My gold club number is 1358654," I said as I tried to keep my all wheel drive in the driest tracks of the snowy road.
"Yes, Mister Henson. Thank you. I do have your information here. How many will be staying with us?"
"Just one. For tonight please."
"Yes sir. Would you like a single king or double queen room?"
"I'm not particular, as long as it's non-smoking." I answered her.
"No problem. I have a couple non-smoking rooms left for tonight. Would you like me to put it on the card we have on file?"
"Yes please, and mark that late arrival please."
"Very well Mister Henson. I have you staying with us tonight, in a non-smoking double queen room. I have to say, I'm certainly glad you called when you did. With this weather we're filling fast."
"I'm not surprised."
"Me either. I'm sure we'll be sold out quickly."
"As long as you don't shuffle me if you overbook." I said with a chuckle.
"Not to worry sir. We NEVER bump a gold member. I can guarantee, no matter how late you get in, you will definitely have a room."
"Thank you. "
"Is there anything else I can do for you this afternoon?"
"Nope. That does it."
"Well, thank you Mister Henson. Safe travels!"
"Thank you." I said as the young lady clicked off the line. With a room reservation done I felt a lot better. I had serious doubts that I would get out of St Louis at all today.
It took several hours, but I finally got to the airport, parked and made my way through the mass of people at the ticket counter and security, finally settling in at the gate nearly four hours after I'd left home. I found an outlet and plugged in my Surface, wanting to make sure it was fully charged, just in case, and started to write a story that came to mind as I was driving up.
Most of my stories come to me at unusual times, and this was no exception. As I wrote the story gelled even more and I was soon tapping madly on the soft keyboard, trying to get the words down on the computer as they flowed through my brain. It wasn't until almost an hour later that I even looked up at the crowd gathered at the gate. They were starting to call boarding for my flight and with the group milling around I had no doubt it was going to be a full flight.
When they called my row grouping I made my way down the jet way and onto the plane. Keeping my Surface out of my briefcase, I stowed my case in the bin above my seat. I stooped down and scooted over to the window seat and settled in, expecting my seatmates to show up at any time. I was surprised that as the plane continued to fill, the two seats, as well as a variety of seats scattered around seemed to remain vacant. It wasn't that I minded. In fact, I took advantage of the vacancy to get back to work on my story.
Sometimes I get too engrossed in my writing for my own good. I was busy typing away when a young woman's voice broke my concentration and drew my attention back to the aisle and a pair of very curvaceous bodies standing next to the seats on my aisle. The slightly smaller of the two, wearing black tights, a short black mini-skirt and a knit tank top, well filled out to be sure, was reaching up into the bin above my seat, pulling the knit top tight across her significantly sized breasts, and the hem of her skirt up slightly, exposing her black clad legs nearly to their juncture. Her skirt was pulled so high that I could easily see the lacy tops of her stockings before she dropped her arms back down.
"Got it." She said as she lowered her arms and turned sidestepping in to drop into the seat next to me while the other woman, dressed in a pair of knee length black boots and a gray sweater dress, took her place at the end of the aisle, pushing her own oversized handbag up into the storage space.
"Well, we made it." She said with a smile before bending over in the seat to stuff a handbag under the seat in front of her. "I guess the owners of these were held up by the storm." The young lady said as much to me as anyone. "You won't mind having seat mates, will you?"
"Huh? Oh. No. No, that's fine." I said as I pulled my eyes from the second of the two women. Both had nearly identical facial features, and other than a difference in hair color, the one next to me and ever so slightly shorter and thinner having blond hair instead of brown, they were damn near twins. Well, maybe not twins, but sisters most certainly!
"Sisters?" I blurted as the second one turned and dropped into the end aisle seat, my comment drawing a suppressed smile from the one sitting next to me.
"Well, that's nice of you to say, but no. Not sisters." The one in the aisle seat replied politely.
"Oh. Geez. I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." I half mumbled in apology.
"Oh, nothing to be sorry about." She said with a smile as she wiggled around to try and dig her seat belt out from under or behind her round butt, her tits wiggling and jiggling with each move she made.
"I'm Jenna, and this is Anna, my mom." The one next to me said, holding a rather petite hand out toward me across her body.
If you've ever tried to shake hands with someone sitting next to you, you can imagine how contorted I suddenly became, trying to twist my already belted body around enough to get my right hand to hers. "Michael." I answered when I could finally shake her hand. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to be insulting or anything. It just kind of slipped out."
"Well, personally, I don't know whether to be offended or not. I mean were you calling my mom young or me old?" Jenna asked, still suppressing a smile, this time at my obvious discomfort.
"I wasn't trying to say you looked old." I said almost defensively. "I think maybe I better just keep my mouth shut now before I have to eat my own shoe."
My neighbor let the smile she was suppressing slip out as she shook her head. She reached down behind herself to find her own seat belt and wiggled around bumping into my arm several times with her own in the process. "I guess it's close quarters in here?" She finally said as she settled back into the seat again with both ends of the seatbelt.
"No problem." I answered. As I folded my Surface down onto its keyboard.
"So, you're a writer?" She asked as she buckled her seat belt.
"Just on the side. I'm an engineer."
"Oh? What kind of engineering?" She asked.
