I waited for the weather to break. This was my third day of waiting to get home to Florida. The plane was gassed up and ready to go but sat out there in the drizzle and fog tied down to the tarmac. I tired of looking out the window of the Fixed Base Operator's waiting room. I moved back to my seat and noticed a flight bag in the seat next to mine.
It hadn't been there ten minutes go. I leaned back and stretched my legs out in front of me.
I awoke with a start. Someone said, "Hi! Could you move your legs so I can get past you to my seat."
I blinked and sat up, A lovely lady smiled at me and said "Excuse me. I am sorry I woke you up. I could sure use a little nap myself."
"Well I think we are both going to have plenty of time for a nap. The last I heard was that the weather was supposed to be below takeoff minimums until at least tomorrow afternoon. Where are you headed?"
"Florida."
"Really, me too! I want to go to Naples. How about you?"
"Marco Island, right next door."
"What are you driving?"
"A-36 Beech, you?"
"The same thing, which is yours, mine is 27 Bravo, White, Silver and Black."
"Ours is 44 Bravo. The Blue on White. Are you flying solo?"
"Yes I am, you?"
"Yeah, me too."
"We should fly south as a flight of two. We can take turns navigating."
"Sounds like fun, My name is Betty Lasco. You?"
"I am Lucyann Bradley, glad to meet you."
"Shit, look at the rain come down, We might as well go get a couple of Motel rooms across the street. They will get us a free pick up from here. The restaurant next to the place is supposed to be very good. What do you say?"
"Beats the hell out of sitting here all night. Let's go."
I picked up my flight bag and my overnighter and we walked to the desk and asked about a ride across the street to the motel. The guy made a call and said they would be right over.
We ended up getting adjoining rooms. Lucy said she wanted to take a shower and relax before dinner. I had a bottle of Rum in my bag and offered to share with her. She said, "Great, I'll get a shower and get some ice and be over in an half an hour."
I took my shower and it felt good, it relaxed me. I looked in my overnighter and found a dress and fresh undies. I put on the bra and panties and lay on the bed. A knock came shortly and I yelled for her to come in. I sat up and got a good look at her as she had changed to a cute little dress and heels. She was hot looking. Blond, blue eyed and a sexy figure. I got up and fixed us each a drink. We sat and talked airplanes and experiences. We had a lot in common. We were both married. Each had two kids. Each of us were empty nesters with husbands who were working them selves to death when they already had plenty of money.
I looked at her, "My Bill would go ape over you, your cute figure, blond and all. He loves blonds. So he married a brunette. I don't think he even remembers how to have sex. I sure get horny now and then. How about you?"
"I know just what you mean. Sometimes I just want to scream at him. I told him to just keep on working so when he drops dead I'll be able to have several boy toys to screw me when he is gone. I will tell you that Dave would drool over those boobs of yours, he loves big tits."
"Hey, your boobs are just beautiful. He must be blind."
"Men just don't know how to appreciated a sexy woman. Right."
"You are right about that."
"Hey! Slip into that cute little dress and lets go eat."
We went to the place next door. It was evidently a local meeting place. Lots of guys cruising. Plenty of gals too.
We had a nice meal and walked into the lounge. We were both hit on right away. We fended off the men and sat and sipped a little after dinner drinkie-poo. A really hot looking guy asked me to dance and I looked at Betty and she just grinned. I danced a couple dances with the guy and he had me pretty hot feeling a large cock pressing against me. He was a handsome stud and he hinted about us going to his place. I wasn't ready for that and sat and watched Betty dance with a good looking guy. He was dry fucking her as they danced. She came back and looked at me. "Shit, my panties are soaking wet. I would love to fuck that guy but I just can't do it."
"I know exactly how you feel. Isn't it hell to be a good true blue wife? We better go back to the room and have a night cap and go to bed. Before we get in serious trouble."
"Right."