"Son of a bitch," I muttered under my breath as the PA announcement finished. They had just closed the airport and estimated that it would not reopen until the day after tomorrow. That would be the day after Thanksgiving. So much for being home with the family.
I dutifully called my wife and broke the news. She took it ok, better than I expected. She would take the kids to her brothers' as we had planned. I usually tolerate hanging out with her family, but her brother's wife does make it tolerable. Jackie is good looking and a bit flirty in private after a few drinks. I would miss her low cut top and the view of her cleavage as she would bend over server the mashed potatoes from across the dinner table.
Next call was to the company travel agency. Hopefully they could hook me up with a hotel close to the airport. As I waited for the agent to search, over heard the woman next to me doing the same thing and not seeming to have much luck.
"Mr Johnson, I have managed to get you the last room at the Holiday Inn."
"Thank you," I replied and hung up.
The woman next to me was starting to get more colorful in her language. I looked her over. Not too bad, maybe a little over weight.
I grabbed my bags and headed out for a taxi. Please, let there be one and roads clear enough to get to the hotel.
Thankfully there were three in line as I walked out in to the snow. Damn, it was really coming down.
"Holiday Inn," I barked as I slid into the back seat.
"Want to share the ride?" I hear from behind. It was a young female voice with an eastern European accent. I envisioned college coed.
"Sure," I replied as I turned to look.
She was definitely twenty something, tall, brunette, and with a cute face.
"Going to the Holiday Inn?" It was the voice of the angry woman from inside.
"Ya, squeeze in." Chirped the brunette.
With my overnight bag and computer bag on my lap the brunette pushed up against me, making room for the angry one.
"Hi, my name is Kati. It looks like we could be spending time together until the airport opens again," said the brunette turning to me. Maybe being stuck here for Thanksgiving will not be to bad if I can hang out with Kati.
"Hi, I'm Bill."
She turned to the angry woman, who was looking a bit more calm now.
"Hello, I am Alison. So, where are you from Kati?"
The cab was making slow progress through the blowing snow.
"I live in San Diego."
"No, before that. You accent." Alison drilled.
"Oh, I was born in Poland and moved to the US when I was ten."
"Have you been back to visit?" Alison continued.
"Ya, my parents would send us back for a few weeks every summer to visit family, and keep up our language skills. Have either of you visited Poland?" She asked turning toward me.
"No," I replied. "The closest I got was visiting Prague and then Berlin on..."
"I haven't been out of the US," cut in Alison.
"That's too bad." Kati said without breaking eye contact with me. Her deep brown eyes were magical. "What did you like best about Prague?"
"I didn't really see that much because I was on business. The old bridge across the river was interesting, with the artists and peddlers."
"That is too bad, there is so much more to see. You should go back on vacation some time."
"So, Kati, what do you do?" It was Alison again.
"I am a freelance writer and do some modeling. What about you?" Kati countered.
"I'm in sales. And you Bill?"
"I am business consultant."
The car stopped.
"I'm, but not pulling off the street. The snow in the lot is too deep and I want get home. That will be fifteen bucks" The driver didn't seem to sorry about it.
I handed over a twenty, as the women fumbled for cash. "I got it. Keep it," I said starting out the door.
Standing in the snow I turned to see Kati following me. I held out a hand as she slipped climbing out of the taxi. She grasped my hand and nearly pulled me down on her as she regained her balance.
"Thanks," she said, holding tight to my hand.
Alison had exited the other door and was coming around the back as the taxi spun it's wheels pulling away.
We trudged through the snow. Ankle deep on the street, but approaching my knees crossing the parking lot to the hotel lobby. Reaching for the door, Kati released my hand. I let the women pass in before stepping in myself.
Alison was at the counter first. Kati engaged the second staffer at the registration desk.
"Do you have any rooms free?" Kati asked.
"Alison Jackson, you should have a reservation for me."
"I'm sorry Miss, we don't have any open rooms. I can give you the numbers of a couple other hotels not to far from here," the receptionist replied to Kati.
"Ok, thanks." Kati looked a little sad, but waited patiently.
"Ms. Jackson, I don't see any reservation for you and we don't have any open rooms. Did you have a confirmation number?"
"No, damn it. I just called a couple minutes ago." She was back to being angry again.
"Mr. Johnson?" The second receptionist asked, handing Kati a slip of paper with the candidate hotel numbers.
"Yes," I replied.
"You were the lucky winner of the last room. They are cleaning it now, so it will be a few minutes before it is ready."
"Thanks." I handed over my credit card and completed the usual check in process.
Alison was still arguing with the receptionist and Kati was calling on her cell phone.
"Mr. Johnson, why don't you wait over there and I'll let you know when your room is ready."
"Ok, thanks," I replied, heading over to the lobby couch.
Alison was now demanding that the receptionist call around to other hotels to find a room for her, and not getting far. The receptionist as digging in her heals, clearly not going to budge and inch to help the angry bitch.
"Darn it!" Kati half shouted, and turned to receptionist again. "None of them have rooms. Do you mind if I hang out here an the lobby? Unless you have any other options."
"Well, with the weather the way it is outside, we will not kick you out."
Kati came over and dropped onto the couch next to me. "Hey, off my bed." She said playfully, while Alison was demanding to speak to the manager.
"So, sorry." I quipped. "I'll be out of here soon." Leaving my bags I went back up to the counter.
Alison was clearly fuming still. Waiting for the manager to come out from the back office.
"Is there a hide-a-bed in my room?" I asked the receptionist.
"No, sorry. Just a queen size bed, desk, chair, and a TV."
"Any roll aways?"
"Sorry, those are all out too."
Well, so much for offering to share the room with Kati.
I walked back to the couch. Kati was now stretched out, leaving no place for me to sit.
"Mr. Johnson, your room is ready." The receptionist called out.
I waved my hand to acknowledge and say thanks.
"Since you are stuck out hear, if you like you can stop by my room and I'll give you a chance to shower and freshen up."
"That's sweet. Thanks, I'll take you up on that right now." She popped off the couch and grabbed her bag. We headed off to find room 269. We climbed the stairs and wandered down the hall.
I opened the door. Typical hotel room. Everything in it's usual place.
"I'll wait in the lobby to give you some privacy," I offered after dropping my bags by the desk.
"Oh, no. Don't go. It will be fine." Kati dropped her bag and coat near the door and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Damn. I couldn't stop thinking of what Kati must look like stripping off her clothes.
Kicking off my shoes I landed on the bed, grabbed the remote and started channel surfing. I could hear the shower running. Nothing on the tube so far. My mind was doing much better with the images of the warm water on Kati's body ... shoulders, breasts, back. Stomach, legs, ass, and toes.
She didn't lock the door did she? Did she want me to come in? My imagination was running with the idea of stepping into the shower with her, touching her, being touched by her. Feeling her lips on mine, feeling her lips on my cock. Which was growing hard, pressing hard against my Dockers.
I clicked through more channels as my fantasy continued to roll on, still lying on the bed.
