Chapter 6: Interlude: Veronica
Their date was approaching. Alvin had a flight to Tokyo then a flight to Mexico City. After Mexico City he would have a week off to rest and prepare for his mini vacation to Sydney and the gala. When he arrived in the hotel, there was a message on his voice mail from Missy. "Alvin, how is Tokyo? I trust you arrived safely. I was given two tickets to the Dodger game against the Yankees on July 13th. Do you want to go? The seats are right behind the Dodger dugout, I am told. Let me know. See you soon."
Did Alvin want to go? He loved the Dodgers. And with seats right behind the dugout he would be able to hear the batters jawing with the umpire. He would be able to see a long fly to left from the hitter's view. And he would be able to hear the pop of the mitt when a hundred mile per hour fastball was thrown. This was practically heaven. His thought drifted to Samantha and the heaven he would be in when he was between her incredible legs. He checked his schedule and saw that he would arrive in Los Angeles after returning from Sydney and have a break after another flight to Mexico City. He texted her that he would like to go, "Thank you" is all his text read, rather dryly. That would make for a great week. First he would accompany perfect Samantha to the gala. He would ask her to stay the night in his hotel room. He would enjoy her charms. Then he would attend the Dodger-Yankee game in the same week.
Tokyo and Mexico City were uneventful, except for...Veronica. Veronica was a married flight attendant. Veronica and he sat next to each other in the shuttle to the hotel. During the trip, Veronica leaned into him continuously. Alvin could feel her breasts push against him on the right hand turns. She wanted to giggle but held back for fear of the other passengers, all flight crew members, would overhear her delight. Oh, and she used those right hand turns to feel his abs, shoulders and chest. She was not subtle, especially when she grabbed for his groin. The van's motion, coupled with her left hand made his cock swell. She didn't say anything. When they all exited the van, Veronica subtly sent Alvin a text suggesting that they have a drink. Alvin had been lonely, been fantasizing constantly about Samantha and it had been four months since his last taste of pussy. It had been two weeks since Samantha gave him that blow job. For these reasons, he let his guard down in a moment of weakness agreed.
They agreed to meet at the front desk but neither wanted to be seen in the hotel bar together. They walked a very short distance to a bar down the street. "Alvin, you have surely heard that Bruce and I are divorcing." The flight crews are close. Veronica's marriage was the subject of much of the gossip on the flight to Tokyo. Mark Bastin, the pilot, started, "Alvin, you've heard about Veronica. Her marriage is about over."
"I don't pay too much attention to idle gossip, but I have heard."
"Would you consider going for it with her?" Veronica was one of the senior flight attendants, not old at 44, but already had 22 years with the company. She was very slim with long arms, a great behind and always looked hot in the skirt or slacks that passed for the uniform. She was wearing a skirt that day, which accentuated her calves, which were toned from years of dance.
"Mark, she is pretty girl but I hate getting involved with flight attendants." Until that point Chloe was the only flight attendant he had ever slept with. "It can get too complicated." Yet, the thought that filled Alvin's fantasy was that of a neglected wife who was aching for attention.
When Alvin and Veronica sat at the bar and had ordered, she came out with her proposal. "Alvin, let me get to the point. I can use some male attention tonight. I know we have been flying all day but—as luck would have it and on account of my seniority—I was able to get a single room tonight and, well, it's very small but I am getting divorced, have not had a man inside me for about two years. Let's finish these drinks and get out of here." They both knew that the flight back to Los Angeles was not until 2:00 pm and they could have a nice evening together.
Alvin was not a big drinker but he finished his scotch with a gulp. "OK. Let me make a stop in my room first."
He knocked at her door, room 1112, and she opened the door. She was wearing a towel around her body and another was wrapped around her long hair. She must use padded bras because her boobs were small, barely visible against the towel fabric.
"Let me jump in the shower as well," and he quickly undressed, making sure that his little pouch was still in his right jacket pocket.
"Hurry up, please," she said sweetly.
Alvin emerged with a towel around his waist, not out of modesty but to soak up any remaining water. Veronica was on the bed, totally nude, with her back against the headboard. Her physique was somewhere between slim and thin, had firm abs, fantastic legs and a nice bush. Alvin crawled up to the head of the bed. She threw her arms around him. She was pulling him up so their lips would meet, "Alvin, I told you that it has been a long time since the last time...with anyone...and I have been faithful to Bruce until now, but I am crazy at this moment." They kissed and embraced and rolled around on the bed.
She reached down to find his cock fully erect. He reached down to find her pussy dripping wet. She felt him slip a finger gently into her. She bucked a little. He smiled. She smiled. "See, I am super hot." And she was. "Word is that you are a stud." Alvin started to protest but she cut him off. "You see my husband almost never went down on me. He insisted on a blow job a few times per week but I can really use...you know."
"Honey, I know. This will sound stupid and trite but you have come to the right place."
