Leanne sat herself down on the clean, white linen of the comfortable, king-sized bed in the hotel room. Wearing nothing but two white towels, one of which was wrapped around her wet, showered torso, the other around her head to stop her hair from dripping all over the bed. She picked up her cellphone.
"David, I miss you." Leanne said to her husband, truthfully. "This conference has dragged, I can't wait to get home tomorrow."
"I can't wait to see you too, Leanne. I hate being separated from you, even for a short time."
Sixty-two year-old David, a retired airline pilot, had been suffering with a heart condition and, even though he was improving after a bypass operation, had little energy and appreciated the love and company of his thirty-seven year-old wife.
David added "Have you found anyone?"
"I think so, David, I'm not sure I should go through with it though. Are you sure this is what you want?"
With David's failing health, it had been five years since they had made love. They kissed and Leanne would give him pleasure with her hand, but even that had stopped two years earlier after David's blood pressure rocketed with the excitement and he passed out.
It had been sixteen years since David and Leanne first met. The stunningly beautiful new cabin crew member Leanne, twenty-one with long brown hair, her olive skin and brown eyes hinted at her Italian ancestry and with her incredible body, she made an instant impression on David. Likewise David, the dashing, greying pilot, at six feet two, Leanne had remarked that he looked just like Richard Gere in a pilot's uniform.
Leanne set all out to win his heart from the beginning and they made a great couple.
Time however, had moved on and not been kind to David.
"It's exactly what I want Leanne. You are still a young woman, you have needs that I cannot fulfil right now."
David was right. He satisfied Leanne in every way possible for the first ten years. The sex was amazing and she never once even thought of being with another man. For the last few years, she had pleasured herself and told David about what she had done when she was alone, every detail of how wet she was, how great the 8 inch dildo made her feel, and the sensation every time she orgasmed, she told him every bit.
"There's a man, he works here, I've seen him every night serving drinks. He's younger, late twenties, thirty maybe. His accent is eastern European, Polish, Slovak perhaps. I'll find out more tonight. He's very good looking, I'd like it to be him."
"Then you must seduce him, use that sexy, womanly charm you have."
"You are the best husband in the world, David. I promise to tell you every detail when I get home."
The spring conference was four days, four nights in a large, prestigious hotel, the fourth, tonight, being party night. Day five was an unofficial, hangover recovery day with a three hour train ride home in the afternoon.
In the ballroom was a table, at which stood a chair, occupied only by a handbag and a coat. Leanne had sent Vicky a message saying she's running a little late and to save her a seat, which her friend duly did.
On the stage was a band singing uptempo 80s songs and the room was packed. When Leanne walked through the open archway, the drop in noise volume was noticeable and heads turned toward her.
Her dark brown hair was pinned to the top of her head elegantly by a silver pin with a butterfly design, giving Leanne an extra two inches of height. Which, when added to the four inch heel on the black and silver stilettos, her actual height of five feet six, now at six feet looked quite imposing.
Her olive skin was blushed lightly on the cheeks and her shoulders were bare but for a thin, silver necklace which hung down perfectly at the top of the cleavage of her firm, medium-sized breasts.
A figure-hugging, black, strapless cocktail dress began a quarter of the way down her breasts and ended a quarter of the way down her thighs with a flared skirt.
Normally, Leanne dressed conservatively and the transformation in style was, to the people who knew her, incredible to see. After nine years as cabin crew, Leanne knew exactly how to make herself look stunning.
Vicky waved an arm and Leanne walked over to her seat.
"My, you scrub up well", Vicky said in an understated manner.
"Well it is party night. You don't look too bad yourself!" Leanne returned the backhanded compliment, although Vicky was always pretty. Her long, blonde hair complemented perfectly the black and white striped mini dress which hugged her body tightly, accentuating perfectly her slim, fit physique.
It wasn't Vicky, however, that was catching the attention of the tall, dark haired man working at the bar. Antoni's gaze was directed squarely at Leanne.
"I'm going to die of thirst if I don't have wine right now!" Vicky exclaimed. "What are you having?"
"I'll get this." Leanne insisted, already on her short walk to the bar.
"Good evening Mrs Chambers. You look lovely tonight", Antoni was barely containing his real thoughts, in truth, he thought it was a miracle he could even maintain a grip on the two wine glasses he was retrieving from the shelf.
It was on Tuesday evening, two days previously, Antoni first noticed Leanne. She walked up to the bar wearing a tight, black vest top and knee-high boots over skinny blue jeans. Antoni thought her ass looked incredible.
Leanne had ordered a pint of Guinness Irish stout, insisting a shamrock shape be made in the froth when poured. She had laughed at his attempt at the three leafed Irish motif and told him she'd let him have another try once she'd had a few sips. Antoni kept topping up Leanne's Guinness and after about ten tries, he was confidently making the perfect froth shamrock. The benefit for Leanne was that she was getting tipsy with the unlimited free top-ups and of course, enjoying plenty of attention from Antoni.
