The announcement came over the loudspeakers at O'Hare airport but the results were soon to be seen on every one of the Arrival/Departure Screens throughout the airport. The snowstorm that had hit the area was shutting down the place. I rushed to the counter to see if the airline was going to put us up in hotels or if they had made any arrangements with the local hotels to give us discounted rates on a room. No, and No. It was up to us to fend for ourselves.
I called our corporate travel agency and put them to work getting me a room. When I called back a half-hour later I was pleased to hear they had gotten me not just a room but a suite. Whew, I was going to be treated like a queen for the night. The hotel was just a short cab ride from the airport but that tuned out to be a major problem. The taxis didn't want to give up their spot in line for just a short ride ... they wanted longer fares. I went back inside and found one of those big racks showing pictures of the hotels in the area with a phone so you could call them directly with just a push of a button. I got mine and they said they had limo service throughout the airport and if I would go out and stand by the limo area, one would be by shortly.
As I was making this call I couldn't help but hear a young woman trying desperately to find a room for herself. She was in her late teens and not too bad looking. I listened to her for a short time and then interrupted and offered to share my suite with her if she was interested. Interested, she damn near jumped me.
"Oh yes, I am dead tired and can't bear to think of sitting in this airport all night by myself. You are sweet to offer it."
We went outside and waited where I was told to be and sure enough a van with a logo of the hotel plastered all over it pulled up and we had a ride to our sleeping quarters for the night.
I started our conversation with, "By the way, my name is Judy and I am thirty six incase you are wondering," and she responded with "and mine is Catherine and I am twenty."
The suite was just that. It had a bedroom with a king size bed, a huge bath with a very nice sitting room for TV, writing desk with a mini fridge full of booze and all kinds of little treats.
"Catherine, it would appear we are going to be sharing the big bed unless you want to camp out on that small sofa in the sitting room."
"The sofa looks kind of small so I'd just as soon share the bed with you unless you would rather sleep alone. If so, I'll make do in the sitting room." She answered.
"Oh hell, I invited you to share a room and when I did I never thought we would have our own beds so we will share this big one." I said all the while looking at her sweet young figure with lust in my eyes.
"I haven't eaten and before this place gets overwhelmed I would make the suggestion that we either go down to the dining room or have room service bring up a dinner. What do you say?"
"I'd prefer we ate in the dining room if you wouldn't mind. I like to have some room when I am eating rather than try and do it on my lap." She answered.
"Not at all. Let's go."
We had a nice dinner with perhaps a few too many drinks. I put the tab on the room so the company was going to pay for it and that thrilled Catherine. We were amazed at the number of people who had taken the airport van to the hotel without having a reservation in the hopes their very presence would get them a room. It wasn't working for them.
"Catherine, we better get back up to the room before there is a revolt down here and these people storm the rooms."
I couldn't bring myself to think that would happen but it was getting nastier by the minute at the front desk. The desk clerk had already called security who posted two guards there but the crowd was at least well over seventy-five and it was growing with each van load. I was damn glad we had gotten our dinner before they also realized they needed more than a room. There was a bit of a feeling of guilt as we moved past the crowd and onto an elevator to take us to our room but it wasn't so bad I was willing to share any more of the room.
We chatted about lots of things but most of all, our interrupted trip. I was going on a business trip and she was going to visit her grandparents. I was divorced and she had never had a boyfriend. Wow, that struck me as strange and when I asked her why all she would say was:
"Boy's don't turn me on and besides I am not that attractive."
I went over to her and stood in front of her and put one hand under her chin and simply said,
"You are out of your fucking mind. You are very attractive." She sort of recoiled at my use of the profanity.
We were standing near a full- length closet door mirror and I went up behind her and made her face the thing with me right behind her.
"Hey dummy, take a look at the girl you are saying 'isn't very attractive'. If you still think that after looking at yourself I ought to make an appointment for you with an ophthalmologist for a thorough eye exam."
I was right behind her and put my arms around her and cupped her breasts and she gasped.
"Besides being attractive you have a very nice figure. Just look at these lovely breasts." I said as I was putting a little motion in my cupping of them. I lifted them and just nodded at our images in the mirror. Neither of us were beauty queens but I was hoping my caresses would lead to something a whole lot more.
"Do you think that or are you just saying that to be nice? She asked quizzically.
"Catherine, stand back and drop your skirt. I want to see your complete figure."
"What do you mean. Are you asking me to get naked?"
"Well, that wasn't what I was asking but in a little while you will be as close to naked as you can be when we get ready for bed."
"Yeah, I guess." She said and she reached around and dropped her skirt and laid it over the arm of a chair.
She had gorgeous hips and legs and as I had her pirouette I could see through her panties she didn't shave her pubic area. I was quickly dreaming of getting my face buried between her long legs.
"Now take off your blouse but leave your bra on." I instructed.
She did and I was then looking at a very desirable twenty-year-old gal.
"Catherine. Let me ask you something you don't have to answer if you choose not to. Are you a virgin?"
You could have used the blush from her face to read by. "Yes, I am and I am embarrassed about that."
"Why are you embarrassed?"
"Because I am twenty and all of the other gals in school had sex by the time they were eighteen."