A Delayed Flight

I was on my way home but I was bumped off my flight until the following day because of overbooking. I can never understand why they do that, but as compensation they gave me some money and an overnight stay in the nearby airport hotel, courtesy of the airline.

I checked in, called home and then ran myself a bath. I was feeling pretty dirty after being stuck in the same clothes for the best part of eighteen hours. A good soak in a warm bath and a change of shirt and underwear would rejuvenate me and give me the energy to get something to eat in the hotel restaurant.

My table wasn't quite ready and so the maître d' suggested that I had a drink in the bar while I waited.

I walked in and surveyed the place. Because of its close proximity to the airport, the decor was of an airborne nature. Photographs of old cargo planes and domestic airliners adorned the walls. Models of aircraft, like the Boeing 747, hung on gossamer threads from the ceiling. All pretty tacky, I thought, but who am I to discuss bar interior design.

A pianist quietly played in the corner and the place was about one third full. I decided to take a seat at the bar. No sense in taking up a table when I was going to be eating soon anyway.

As I sat quietly, sipping my single malt and passing conversation with the barman, she walked in.

A radiant vision in a black business suit. Her red hair kept short at the neck and parted to one side. I put her age at... well actually I don't go in for guessing a woman's age. It is as impolite as coming right out and asking her. Let's just say that she was older than me and much older than the barman.

She took a seat two down from me and ordered a glass of red wine. She caught me gazing at her for a second and I moved my glance somewhere else for fear that she might think I was some kind of pervert.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, smiling.

I coughed and feigned deafness. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, do you like what you see. You were staring at me, weren't you?"

I could feel my cheeks starting to flush red. I stuttered and stammered my way through my next sentence.

"Er, yes. Well, er, *cough*, you are a very attractive woman and I would guess that most of the men in here gave you a second glance."

"Yes," she replied smiling. "But only you stared."

I didn't know where to put myself. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.

She moved from her seat and came over to where I was sitting. She placed her glass next to mine and perched on the bar stool next me.

"We don't need to know each other's names," she said. "We only need to know that in the morning, we go our separate ways with a lovely memory of this night."

I almost fell off my stool. Women don't, in general, chat me up, let alone proposition me. My mouth was dry, but nonetheless it opened whilst my brain was actively taking a break and I could hear myself asking her to join me for dinner, which she accepted.

But only on the understanding that she paid her own bill.

This was one very independent woman.

She ordered Dover Sole, I ordered fillet steak, medium rare. We sat and talked about all kinds of things, but strangely enough, we never chatted about ourselves.

I couldn't see a ring on her finger and therefore was not able to discern whether she was married or not.

Sometimes, in the quiet moments, my thoughts drifted back to what she had said in the bar...

"We don't need to know each other's names. We only need to know that in the morning, we go our separate ways with a lovely memory of this night..."

My heart started beating like a jackhammer.

As the evening wore on, we sat in the bar, with another bottle of wine, at her insistence, and chatted more.

It was bizarre and surreal. We chatted as though we knew each other intimately, even though I knew absolutely nothing about her. And even stranger, after what she had said in the bar before about the wonderful memory, there was no more reference to it and very little flirting.

I actually believed that it was a hoax. That when the time came to go to bed, she would go to her room and I would go to mine and the "going our separate ways" meant just that.

I glanced at the clock behind the bar and then at my watch. Both read 12.30am.

"Do you have to be somewhere?" she asked.

"No," I replied. "I was just checking what time it was."

She looked her watch and then said, "Yes, maybe we should go to bed."

Still not really reading the situation, I followed her to the elevator.

"Your floor?" she asked.

"Twelve."

She pressed the button for the twelfth floor and no more than that.

"Are you on the twelfth floor as well?" I asked.

"Something like that," she replied with a smile.

She walked with me to my door and when I opened it, she walked right passed me and into my room.

"Very nice," she observed and went straight to the bathroom. "I'll out in a minute."

I am not one for eavesdropping, but you couldn't help but hear the water from the sink being run. Then the door opened once more and she reappeared.

She walked across the room towards me and put her arms around my neck.

"Ask no questions, tell no lies," she said as her lips met mine and we engaged in a very passionate kiss. Tongues entwined, bodily fluids were exchanged.

She pulled away from me and then hugged me.

"I want to taste every inch of you," she whispered in my ear and I felt her hands tugging at my belt. "And I want you to taste all of me too."

My belt came undone quite easily and soon she was grappling with the button on my trousers and tugging down my zipper. She slowly moved down my body until she was on her knees in front of me. She seemed to be gazing at the outline my hardening penis was making in the front of my boxers. She ran her index finger along the shaft of my cock, down to my scrotum and back up to its tip. Then she hooked her fingers around the waistband of my boxers and yanked them down to my ankles, whereupon I kicked them away.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "I've never seen a shaved one before. Or do you wax?"

"No I shave."

"Why?"

"I feel cleaner and also, if a woman wants to go down there, I don't want her flossing with my pubic hair for the rest of the evening."

She giggled at that remark.

"Well you are certainly bigger than I imagined and thick too. I am going to like this."

I closed my eyes as I felt the soft warmth of her mouth envelope my hard cock. She moved one hand along the shaft and cupped my balls with her other.

Her tongue wrapped itself around the head of my penis as she sucked me deeper into her mouth.

She stopped for moment and looked around the room.

In the corner was a rectangular coffee table, about knee height. She told me to go and lay on my back on it.

It was just long enough for me to lay on it, but my legs dangled over the end. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it down on the carpet, between my feet. Then she undressed, taking everything off except for a tiny pair of red satin panties.

"Why did you leave your underwear on?" I asked.

"I want you to take them off," she replied, with a wink.

She sat cross legged on the pillow, looking between my legs at my blood engorged pole.

"Scoot down to the end of the table, so that your bottom is resting on the edge," she requested of me. I did as I was asked.

She gripped my cock once more and started to masturbate me. Gently at first, but her strokes increased in tempo. Then she bent my cock towards her mouth and started to suck me in again. She motioned for me to bend my legs so that my feet rested on the table.

My balls and bottom were fully exposed to her now. She ran her tongue down the length of my thick, hard shaft, over my scrotum. She sucked each of my testicles into her mouth and allowed her tongue to play around them. She moved her tongue further down towards that sensitive area between my anus and my scrotum, the perineum. She flicked the tip of her tongue over that area and around my scrotum, at the same time masturbating my cock to keep it hard.

While she sucked my cock, her finger would run gently around my scrotum and over my perineum. Once or twice she slid it between the cheeks of my bottom and gently massaged my anus. She never poked her finger inside, but the gentle massaging of my anus, coupled with the fevered sucking of my cock was about to make me explode and I asked her to stop.

"Don't you like it?" she asked, in a little girl type voice.

"Yes. I love it," I replied. "The trouble is, you're so good at it, I feel as though I might come in your mouth and I'd rather save that up for somewhere else."

"You wanna switch places?" she asked.

She was lying on the coffee table, legs apart and bent at the knee so that her feet were on the table. I sat on the pillow, staring. The material of the thong was pulled tight up into her crotch and I could easily make the outlines of her labia. There was also a spreading damp patch at the gusset. Faint wisps of pubic hair sprouted from the leg holes and the heady scent of her arousal that assailed my nostrils.

I placed my head closer to her and breathed in deeply.

I leaned in and kissed her crotch, running the tip of my tongue over her pubic area, pushing the flimsy material of her underwear further into her pussy.

I could hear her moaning and gasping. She was begging me to pull her panties off.

I pulled the leg of the garment to one side and exposed her vulva. Lightly covered in gossamer thin strands of light brown pubic hair, her labia were moist and swollen. Pouting as if asking me to lick, suck and chew on them. I ran the tip of my tongue along the full length of her wet pussy, tasting her sweet juices as they ran onto my tongue.

I fastened my tongue under the hood that covered her plump little clitoris and began to suck it. She writhed and bucked under me as I slid two fingers into her tight wet hole. I slid my tongue down the length of her pussy and flicked the tip over her perineum. She suddenly asked me to stop and suggested we took a shower together.

We stripped what was left of our clothes and headed into the bathroom.

Under the hot cascading water we indulged in mutual cleansing.

She stood with her back to me and asked me to apply shower gel to her body.

My cock was nestled between the cheeks of her bottom as I planted two handfuls of gel to the front of her body. I massaged it into her skin, rubbing it all over her breasts and abdomen. Her nipples were as hard as and about the same size as peanuts. I rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers.

She moaned and placed her hand around the back of my head, pulling me closer as I kissed her neck. She moved her bottom over my thick, hard penis and the feeling was out of this world.

I slid my hand further down and massaged her pussy and, in particularly, her clitoris.

I wanted to slide my cock into her wet pussy right there and then, but before I had the chance, she moved away from me, turned around and pressed herself against the bathroom wall, with her gorgeous bottom sticking out.

She turned to face me and her hand gripped my hard penis, while she reached for the shower gel with her other. After rubbing her hands together, she grabbed my cock with both hands and moved them up and down my thick shaft, massaging the gel in while she looked into my eyes.

This was one of the most erotic experiences I had ever had.

She cupped my balls gently and stroked my scrotum until my testicles shrunk up towards my body. I thought she was going to masturbate me until I came in the tub, but then she stopped and grabbed the shower head off of its stand.

She asked me to squat down in the tub, which I did. She then aimed the shower jets under my scrotum. I winced a little as having all those water jets pounding my balls was a little uncomfortable. So she turned the water pressure down so that it gently sprayed over my scrotum. It was having a hundred tiny fingers tickling my testicles. Some of the jets sprayed over my anus which tickled in an erotic sense as well. The water was still warm and she aimed the jets at the head of my cock as well.

"I sometimes do this to myself in the shower," she said. "When the jets of water hit my clit, I can come just like that."

The bulbous purple head of my engorged cock was very sensitive and this sensation was driving me crazy.

She could see how turned on I was and said, "I think I need you inside me now!"

Still dripping from the shower, but not caring at all, we ran to the bed, whereupon she rolled me onto my back and mounted my cock. We both gasped out loud as she impaled herself on my hard member. She moved back and forth and up and down, each time a little faster than the last. Slowly building her orgasm.

As it approached I felt a tightening around my cock and she was now pounding up and down on my penis.

When she came, she was riding me like a prize bull at the rodeo. Her juices flowed from her cunt and washed over my balls and stomach.

She climbed off me and demanded that I take her from behind.

She positioned herself on her hands and knees and I knelt behind her, taking stock of the fabulously perfect ass that was in front of me. I leaned forward and using my hands, pulled the cheeks of her arse wide apart. Her pink pouting little starfish was winking at me and I ran my fingertip around its edges.

"Stick your finger in there, while you fuck me", she suggested. "It makes me come like crazy.

Because her pussy was drenched and dripped, it was with incredible ease, my penis slid straight into her. I gripped her hips and drove my full length deep into her. She gasped aloud and said that she felt me all the way inside her. I used a little of her pussy juices on my thumb as lubricant and eased it gently into her anus.

I started to move back and forth, grinding my hips into her, as I was trying to rotate my cock inside her and sliding my thumb in and out of her ass.

She begged me to fuck her harder and faster.

I obliged and it wasn't long before I felt a tightening around my cock as her vaginal muscles spasmed and gripped me into place. She cried out as her pussy juices washed over my penis. This pushed me over the edge and I erupted inside her, painting the inside of her wanton pussy with my hot, thick cream. Streamer after streamer. I had never come so hard and so much inside a woman before.

I stayed behind her for a few minutes, allowing my orgasm to subside, panting and out of breath, before pulling my softening cock from her. As my penis slid from her pussy, a long thread of milky white semen was attached between my cock head and her vagina. It slid onto the sheets below her.

We collapsed into each other's arms and held each other until a veil of sleep drifted over us.

The next morning, when I awoke, she was gone and there was a note on the pillow next to me. It explained that she had an early flight and had to leave in a hurry without waking me. She thanked me for a great night and allowing her to sleep in my bed.

It then dawned on me that she didn't have anywhere to sleep last night and picked me up with the sole purpose of that.

Funny thought, she was correct about one thing. I did walk away with a lovely memory.