The last day of the meetings was quite a letdown. I'd had a great time, enjoyed the people and had plenty of sex. I had no idea that it would be such a sexual experience, but I wasn't complaining. By early afternoon of the last day, nothing was really happening that concerned me, several people had already left for the airport, and I was ready to go. My boss, Brenda, was in the same boat, and ready to leave. We conferred, and decided to head to the airport to see if we could catch an early flight.
After a hot, mid-afternoon taxi ride to the airport, we hustled to the ticket counter to change flights. Unfortunately, the local military base had given leave to a lot of soldiers, and there was a long line in front of us. Undaunted, we waited our turn.
"Good afternoon," chirped a perky red-head agent. "How can I help you?"
Brenda took over – her being my boss and a couple of years older than me – and started in. Handing over the boarding passes she said, "We'd like to change our flight, and get on an earlier one if we could. Ours doesn't leave until after six."
"Let's see what I can do." Her name tag said her name was Shelly and that she was from Montrose, Colorado. "It looks like the flight you are on is oversold, so it would be nice if I could move you, but I don't think there are any seats on the other flight. Ok, it looks like there is one flight that gets you into Phoenix earlier, but no connections to Boise until the one you are on. Oh, that early flight is sold out too. So many people trying to get out of town for the long weekend. I'm so sorry, but there's nothing I can do."
I cleared my throat to get her attention, smiled what I thought was my most endearing smile, and spoke up. "It would be awful nice of you to figure out a way to make this happen. We'd certainly be indebted to you."
She smiled back at me, one of those smiles that said, "Fuck you. No special treatment. And stop trying to flirt your way in," but the words only sounded like an insincere "I'm sorry."
We spent the next several hours reading, wandering around the tiny airport, eating and trying to nap. Eventually we boarded our flight, tired from sitting around, and then we sat some more. The pilot taxied to the end of the runway, and then came on the PA system.
"Good afternoon, er, evening, folks. It looks like there are thunderstorms in the Phoenix area right now, and Air Traffic Control is keeping us on the ground here in Palm Springs until it clears. Latest word is that it will be about 45 minutes. Now I know it's a hundred and nine degrees outside, so if you'll keep the window shades down, we'll keep the engines running and the air conditioning on, and by way of this announcement, we're asking our flight attendant to start a beverage service to help us all stay cool.
"And by the way, please try not to drink too much. This aircraft only has one bathroom, and I just got word it's not functioning. We could return to the gate and have it repaired, or keep our place in the takeoff queue. That way the second Air Traffic Control gives us the green light we can get you all on to Phoenix or wherever your final destination may be. If you have any objection to this plan, please push you flight attendant call button."
No one did.
Sixty-five minutes later we took off. We landed in Phoenix ten minutes before our connection to Boise was scheduled to leave. Brenda and I hustled from the 'C' concourse to the 'B' as fast as we could, and made it there before our connecting flight left. But not before the door to the jetway had been closed, and apparently nothing short of an act of God was opening it again. Shit.
Back in a line once again, we tried to get re-scheduled on another flight. Nothing was going out later that night, and on our airline, the next scheduled flight wouldn't get us home until mid-afternoon. While I stayed to try and work things out there, Brenda tried another airline.
They wouldn't even give us a free hotel, since they claimed "weather-related flight delays" and other "acts of god" were not their responsibility. They did, however, give me a voucher for a reduced-cost hotel. I took it. And the early morning flight on another airline was the best that they were able to book.
Meanwhile, Brenda was able to re-book her flight on yet another airline and get in a couple of hours after me. We caught the hotel shuttle and prepared to spend the night without our luggage.
The hotel was nearly booked, and because I had only one voucher, they would only give us one room for the lowered cost. We looked at each other and groaned, just wanting this trip to be over.
"Fine," she said. "Does it have two beds?"
"Two queens, ma'am," was the reply.
"We'll take it. As you can tell, we missed our connection – and our luggage. Do you happen to have any toiletries?"
The desk clerk produced two disposable toothbrushes, a mini-bottle each of shampoo and conditioner, and a disposable razor. Taking the items, we made our way up to the room. It was a typical hotel room, and I offered to let Brenda have the bathroom first to get ready for bed.
She is a deeply religious woman, married and faithful, and downright prim and proper. She is also a fine-looking woman, and at 54 years old, only carries a few extra pounds. She took me up on the offer. I lay down on the bed to wait, and a few minutes later she emerged, fully dressed. She sat on the other bed and said, "I figured I would undress while you were in the bathroom."
"Right," I replied. "Good idea." She was my boss, after all.
When I came out of the bathroom, the lights were out and Brenda was under the covers in the far bed. I was wearing just my underwear, having hung up my clothes neatly in hopes they would air out a little and perhaps not look quite so worn in the morning. I slipped my underwear off, slid into bed and dropped off to sleep quickly.
The next thing I knew, I felt Brenda cuddle up to me, spooning up to my backside, and her arm draped over my chest. Without showing signs of waking up, I carefully opened my eyes a slit, and glanced at the clock. We had been in bed less than an hour.
I turned my attention to what I could feel, and it felt good. Her large, warm breasts were pressed up against my back. Her legs were tucked up behind mine and fit nicely. Her cheek and breath were warm on my shoulder, and her palm was moving ever so slightly on my chest.
Her hand moved down to my stomach, then crept slowly southward until it reached my pubic hair. A slight pause, and it moved to my cock and gently wrapped it up. I gasped slightly, but kept my eyes closed and did not flinch. She fondled my cock and balls softly, and stroked my semi-erect unit.
