"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking..." Said the strong male voice over the cabin intercom. "We're about to start our approach into Los Angeles International and should have you on the ground in about twenty minutes."
"On the ground in 20 minutes," Kelly thought as she stared out the tiny window at the countryside rushing by below, ignoring the Captain's comments on the weather and such. "And then a three hour layover until I catch the 6:30 to San Diego."
The 39 year old redhead sighed as she thought of the long wait in an airport lounge with absolutely nothing better to do but watch people come and go. Of course she could go over her presentation one more time, but she really figured that an even dozen times in the last two days had been enough.
"Forget about in-flight movies," She said to herself as her seatbelt closed with a snap. "They should have a theater or two in the airport so that people could kill a few hours."
Originally, the layover in Los Angeles was going to be the best part of her trip. Her Internet lover, Michelle, lived up near Oakland. When she had first learned she was going out to the West Coast to personally present the new marketing campaign she had helped develop, Kelly had seized at the opportunity to fulfill a person desire on her stop over here. San Francisco or Oakland would've been better, but the tickets had been bought for L.A. before she had even been given the assignment.
According to her original plan, Kelly was going to have a full day here and Michelle was going to make the drive down from Oakland. The two woman had never actually met, but had been exchanging emails and gifs for a few months now.
Kelly was an up and coming advertising executive for a New York firm. On the fast track for a Vice President's slot, this trip was going to be a feather in her cap. 5'3" with short dark red hair, the first thing most men took in upon meeting her was her 38 inch bust. It usually put them off guard and Kelly was just aggressive enough to take advantage of their distraction. By the time they learned there was a lot more to her than just a big set of boobs, she had usually passed them on the ladder to the VP's chair.
Michelle on the other hand was 32 and a career military woman. A Lieutenant Commander in the U.S. Navy, she was as aggressive in her own field as Kelly was in hers. She had bucked the boy's club mentality and flew multi-million dollar jets for a living. Currently she was stationed at the Alameda Naval Air Station up near Oakland.
Both women were married, both were mothers with small children. And both had discovered in the last few years, an interested in other women.
They had met one night on the Internet when Kelly responded to a note Michelle had posted on a bi newsgroup. The fact that they lived on opposite sides of the country just gave them the freedom to be totally honest with each other in their almost daily correspondence. The friendship had developed quickly.
Within an hour of learning that she was going to make the presentation herself instead of Bill Sullivan, her immediate superior, Kelly had fired off an email to Michelle. They quickly worked out a plan were as Michelle would take a 48 hour leave and meet her in Los Angeles. Then they would have a full night and day together.
Then a lousy twist of fate intervened in the form of one Janice Zimmerman. Janice was the pencil pushing travel budget coordinator at Kelly's firm. Known as "old nickels and dimes", she took great delight in trying to find new ways to save even a few dollars, no matter what the inconvenience to the traveler.
The pleasure she got from her discoveries, and the chaos they caused the unfortunate traveler seemed to be almost sexual in nature at times. At least that had always been Kelly's impression. It was probably the nosy old biddy's only such enjoyment.
So it was that Janice took great delight in changing Kelly's travel plans so that she had to fly to San Diego tonight instead of tomorrow. In doing so, the company would save fifty dollars on air fare and a whole night's hotel accommodations. Their clients had no problem moving up the meeting a day and Janice had further booked Kelly on a flight home tomorrow that would mean she would have to go right from the presentation to the airport. This would save another night of hotel expenses. The fact that Kelly would be totally exhausted by the end of this two day marathon didn't really factor into the equation.
Kelly could still see the excited gleam in Janice's eyes as she devastated her plans. It was almost taken as an article of faith in the office that Kelly had a hand in the scandal that resulted in the sudden firing of Bill Sullivan a few days before. In truth, she had nothing to do with the anonymous phone call that had led the night security guard to Bill's office late Friday. Of course, she wasn't sorry that he had been caught screwing one of the college interns on the couch. No, she hadn't made the call, but had she known about the tryst, she wouldn't have hesitated to have made it.
As she felt the wheels bounce on the hard concrete of the runway, Kelly against cursed the fact that her chance to finally meet Michelle was slipping out of her fingers. The Navy Officer had told her that even if she broke every speed limit on the way down here, she wouldn't arrive until just before Kelly had to leave. As much as she wanted to finally meet her in person, the Ad Exec wasn't selfish enough to ask her to drive all the way down here just to wave good-bye.
As people all around Kelly took to the aisles and began to gather up their belongings, she just continued to stare out the window. It wasn't like she had to hurry to make her next connection. Then, with only a few other people left onboard, she got up and removed her carry-on bag from the overhead compartment.
The flight attendant gave her a pretty smile as she thanked her for flying Southwest Air. Kelly smiled back at the young blonde, wondering if she'd like to help her kill a few hours. A silly thought really. Even on the remote chance that the tan suited woman was also into girls, the ground crews were already loading food and fuel onto the plane for their next flight. She would be out of here and on her way long before the New Yorker was.
Savoring the idle thought of how the flight attendant would've looked in a skimpy red bra and panties, Kelly exited the cabin and walked down the long passageway into the terminal.
"Guess I'll get something to eat." Kelly said to herself as she strolled down the walkway, ignoring the many people around her. "Although I can't imagine the food being any better here than on the plane."
Lost in thought and oblivious to her surroundings, Kelly didn't notice the short haired blonde woman she'd just walked past.
"Hi stranger," The blonde said with a smile. "Buy a lady a drink?"
Then the woman leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
Caught off guard, Kelly jumped back. The look of alarm on her face quickly changed to astonishment as she focused on the woman who had kissed her.
"Michelle!" She exclaimed.
Standing 5'6" with blonde hair and baby blue eyes, Michelle was wearing a sleeveless cotton blouse- and matching shorts. The thin material of her shirt and the tight fit of her shorts outlined the well-defined muscles of her calves and arms. A well tanned body showed that she was an outdoor person who loved to soak up the desert sun.
Smiling ear to ear, blushing just a little, the younger woman held out a small bouquet of flowers to her Internet friend.