Tom had taken a plane from Columbus, Ohio to Chicago and had changed planes for this leg of the trip to San Francisco. The trip was uneventful and no fantasies had been fulfilled. The plane for this part of the flight was an L1011.
Tom worked for a company as a customer support specialist. That meant if he or someone else wasn't able to assist a customer with fixing their equipment over the phone, he had to hop on a plane and fly out to the customer's site and fix the problem. Tom worked out of an office in Columbus, Ohio. Small problems on the east coast were usually handled with out and back the same day trips. Trips to places like California were another matter. Often they were an overnight event. This trip was one of those. Moreover, it was one that he felt he didn't really need to make if this customer wasn't quite so dense. Like most men doing this sort of work, he dreamed of finding a great looking woman on the trip who wanted a passionate night of hot meaningless sex. What the hell, James Bond always got it! It had never happened to him and it had never happened to anyone he worked with. It was always just a dream.
Tom settled into his seat. He had the B seat. He was wondering what he was going to get next to him in the A seat. If there was no luck at all, he would get some chatty little kid. With a little luck, no one. If a low order miracle happened, a horny woman with nothing else to do tonight except come up to his hotel room and screw him silly.
Tom watched the other people find their seats. Pretty soon a rather attractive woman came down the isle looking for her seat, and as she got close to him she started paying more attention to the seat numbers; then she found her seat, the A seat. She was a little older than he was, but not much so.
He enjoyed a nice view of her figure as she lifted her carry on luggage into the overhead bins. As she scooted in front of him and over to her seat, he had a nice close up view of her shapely ass covered by a tight skirt. After she sat down, Tom introduced himself and asked where she was headed.
Her name was Sheila and she was going to San Francisco too; on business.
Tom told her she looked pretty good and wanted to know if she was going out for a job interview. He thought it was a pretty cheesy line, but it worked. She was very flattered, but no, it was just a business trip to see a customer of the company she worked for. They got to taking. One thing led to another and before too long Tom again mentioned how good she looked. She then told him that her husband wasn't too impressed with her looks any longer. After having two kids, her breasts sagged and they weren't as firm as they use to be, he was really turned off by her stretch marks, and he complained about her ass being wider than it was back when he first knew her. Tom told her that he had seen her ass when she had moved past him on her way to her seat and he thought it was pretty sexy.
Now to Tom's surprise, she opened up to him and told him that her sex life with her husband had gone to hell as a result of her husband's dissatisfaction with her body. Tom eventually gave her his business card to make damn sure she didn't forget his name, and if need be, could even get the spelling right. He told her where he was staying in San Francisco and scribbled that on the back of the business card. Then he told her that if she wanted someone to take her to dinner to just meet him at the restaurant in his hotel. He would be more than happy to have a drink with her and take her to dinner. He also implied, and made it very obvious, that he would just love to get her in bed as he thought she had a pretty hot body just as it was. Sheila again surprised him by saying that she just might see him that evening for his "second opinion."
When the plane landed, they gathered up their bags and parted. Tom didn't really know if he would really get to see her that evening. He thought it was a very long shot at best. He hoped he would see her, but she had quite a number of hours to changed her mind. He grabbed a taxi and went over to the hotel to check in. Once that was done, he took another taxi over to the customer's site. Sure enough, the problem wasn't all that bad. It took about an hour to sort things out and get everything running again. He spent about three more hours there with the customer giving several of the operators a few tips on how to get a little better performance out of it. He told them he would check back with them in the morning before he left to see that things were still going okay. That all done, he hailed another taxi and headed back to the hotel.
Tom checked with the hotel desk to see if there were any messages; nope, none. It was early evening now, and if she was going to leave one for him, she probably would have done it, if people actually left messages at hotel desks these days. He headed up to his room to take a shower before dinner.
Arriving at his room, he found no messages slipped under the door and no messages on the telephone. His hopes of seeing Sheila again were fading. Maybe she had been having some second thoughts about cheating on her husband, even if he didn't like her body any longer. The longer he had thought about her body the more he wanted to have her in bed with him. He liked her body just fine. Even as he thought about her now he felt himself starting to get hard.
After the shower Tom went back down to the hotel restaurant for dinner. He was seated quickly and handed a menu. As he was looking over the menu he heard a soft feminine voice behind him. "Hello Tom. Surprised to see me?" It was Sheila!
"Yes." he said standing up, "I had given up on you showing up here."
"Well, on the plane you said you would be eating about six, and it's all of five after."
"I guess I was just getting a little anxious. Have you eaten yet?"
"No, I thought I would see if I could mooch a free meal from you. Mind if I join you?"
"Sure. I haven't even ordered yet. Have a seat." he said getting her chair for her.
A waiter appeared and handed Sheila a menu. A few minutes later they ordered.
They chatted a little as they ate, but it was just small talk. He sensed she was a little nervous. Cheating on her husband, ass that he was, didn't come easy to her. Cheating with a man she barely knew didn't make it any easier.
After dinner they stopped by the bar to pick up a drink on the way to Tom's room. She seemed a little more confident as they rode the elevator up to his room.
In the room, they sipped their drinks and chatted some more. He confessed that he had been having erotic thoughts about her most of the day, putting him in an awkward position sometimes. Finally Tom was getting a little anxious to see this body of hers that her husband didn't want. "How about letting me see you with a little less on?" he asked her.
"Are you sure you are ready for this?" she asked taking another sip of her drink for a little fortitude.
"Like I said, I've been thinking of you most of the day, and all of the things I would like to do to you if you ever came up here."
"That sounds interesting. Okay," she said standing up, "but how about turning a few of these lights off."
Tom turned the ceiling light and the light over the table off, just leaving the lamp by the bed on. That made it quite a bit darker for her. While he was up he got a condom out of his luggage and set it on the table by the bed.
"Thanks for turning off those lights." she said. "I don't know if you are going to be quite as excited about the body of this used mommy when you see me with no clothes on. A little less light will soften the shock. I'm grateful you thought of getting a condom too, as I am so nervous I forgot all about them." Her blazer came off and was soon followed by the blouse. The skirt slid to the floor next. That left her standing there in her bra, panties and thigh high stockings. "Well, you haven't run out the door screaming yet." she said with a grin.
