by Ella Hilton
Christine had learned that when he arrived at the airport it had been absolutely crowded and now knew that he never left anything to chance, always arriving at least one hour before the stated check-in time. A punctualist Paul abhorred tardiness.
He had headed straight for the BA desk, presenting luggage and passport for identification and check-in, the young lady had been very polite and not unfriendly but he sensed tiredness about her demeanour. She informed him that the plane was seriously late due to a technical fault but he was not paying her due attention, instead, he had been wondering how many long hours he might be stuck in the airport lounge.
"Sir!" His mind had been wandering as he became acutely aware that she had noticed his lack of attention and jolted himself back to the situation of the moment. "I'm so sorry," he mumbled his apology, "what was it that you were saying?"
"We are providing hotel accommodation for all passengers Sir, a shuttle bus is being arranged to take you straight to the hotel, please listen for the information on the tannoy. You will be on the first flight out tomorrow. Once again may I apologise on behalf of the Airline."
"Thank you," he replied, peering at her nametag, "and cheer up Jenny, it isn't your fault," he added smiling. She had returned the smile, but he could tell that it was half-hearted.
Paul had then taken himself off to a coffee lounge, found a suitable seat, ordered a cappuccino and settled down to watch people to-ing and fro-ing, a sport he liked to indulge in when waiting at airports, it helped to pass the time.
Christine remembered that she had been late, her plan spoiled by the non-arrival of the taxi she had ordered that caused her to miss the train. On arrival at Gatwick she had rushed to the desk hot, flustered close to tears and unaware of the delay. Calmly and efficiently the same lady who had spoken to Paul had assured her that there was no problem as the flight would not be leaving until tomorrow due to technical difficulties, adding that over-night accommodation had been provided. This had calmed Christine but saddened her a little, knowing that she would need to wait an additional night before seeing her beloved Egypt.
A last minute decision, Christine had booked her flight over the Internet. The early elation that she had felt had now gone, indeed she had felt quite flat and letdown.
Shouldering the rucksack she wandered off in pursuit of a coffee lounge and ordering a cold drink Christine cast her eye around for a seat. Not finding one she hunkered down on the floor where she could be at least semi-comfortable.
Although she had not known it at the time Paul had been watching her progress; she had appeared to be distressed on arrival but seemed to have calmed down a little since talking with Jenny at the Airlines desk.
He guessed that she would be in her early forties, above average height, perhaps a little overweight but a pretty face, he had pigeon-holed her as the type who would generally have two or three squabbling kids in tow. Not really dressed for a business trip but more for a package holiday she appeared to have left in a hurry, maybe running away from something or someone, he mused.
She wore a baggy T-shirt, a long navy-blue cardigan and a long skirt reaching down almost to the sandals she wore. Instead of a flight bag she carried a rucksack slung carelessly over her shoulder and he had noticed the well used suitcase that she had checked in, 'perhaps a frequent traveller,' he thought.
He had also wondered if she had taken time off from her job to spend a couple of weeks at an archaeological dig somewhere, but quickly put that idea at the back of his mind.
More people were filling the waiting areas now, obviously waiting for another flight. Momentarily losing sight of her he busied himself checking labels on baggage and listening to them talk, quickly establishing that they were waiting for another delayed flight to Dusseldorf in Germany.
Their flight was called and as the place began to empty Paul spied her sitting on the floor with her head in her hands, she seemed so unsure of herself, sort of unhappy somehow and he wondered if there might be something he could do for her.
Bing Bong, the tannoy broke into his musings. Picking up his flight bag he wandered over to her. "Are you okay?" He asked in what he hoped was a soothing voice.
"Err, yes, fine thanks, just a little tired is all," she answered.
"I had wondered, saw you sitting there with your head in your hands. Did you hear the tannoy? We have to go to the pick up point now, the tag on your bag suggests that you are for the Luxor flight." He shot out at her, everything coming out in a rush.
Christine remembered smiling tentatively, she had been lost in her thoughts and now this good looking man stood in front of her, bringing her back to reality with a bump. He had stretched out his hand to help her up from the floor.
As he held out that hand, Paul appraised Christine silently, it pleased him to see the flicker of a gentle smile that flashed momentarily across a pair of beautiful blue but sad eyes. Her hand was warm to the touch and he held it softly, allowing her to pull away when she was ready, but he was loath to let it go. "I'm Paul," he said with a warm introduction and a soft smile.
"And I'm Christine," she had replied, warming to this kindly stranger, equally as reluctant to let go his hand. "C'mon Christine lets go get that bus."
Shouldering the rucksack she had allowed herself to be led without ceremony to the bus that was to take them to the hotel.
Climbing aboard Christine had been surprised at the luxury of this coach, quickly settling herself on the seat next to Paul. The journey was quiet and relatively short, neither of them speaking, but she had been very aware of the warmth of his thigh against hers.
Not having had sex for some time due to a husband who had been carrying on an affair right under her nose for at least three years, she felt the stirrings of her need begin boiling inside her.
Being a naturally sensual woman and starved of affection, the attention of Paul had served to make her a little bit excited. She turned at looked at him while pretending to look out of the window, a handsome guy with his Panama hat and well-manicured beard. Idly she wondered what it would feel like with that beard tickling her pussy.
She pushed the thought from her mind but only with difficulty as she felt the familiar stirrings within her now moist pussy, jeez but the thing had a mind of its own she thought.
The bus had soon arrived at the hotel and still in a daze from the closeness of Paul's thigh and her lust-filled thoughts, Christine found herself at the desk with no knowledge of how she got there.
Swiftly completing the registration form she was about to go to her room when out of nowhere Paul appeared at her elbow.
"Would you like drink to refresh you before going up," he asked, taking her elbow and guiding her to a booth near the bar.
"Th...thank you," she managed to stammer in reply, her heart missing a beat, 'oh if only time could stand still,' she thought, her mind racing trying to gather those random thoughts. "Could I have a glass of red wine please Paul?"
He called the waitress over; unaware of the cyclone he had started maybe in Christine's mind a maelstrom of related thoughts that his presence had stirred within her. It had been so long since she had been with a man and here she sat considering sex with a relative stranger. Paul had somehow raised her consciousness to a new and unwarranted level, reminding her of what had for too long been missing from her life. As they talked she had become more animated, learning that Paul had been summoned to the same dig outside the Valley of the Kings where her parents were working. She told him of her recent divorce and how this was a kind of reward to herself for the years of neglect from her former husband.
Christine quite surprised herself, opening up like never before to someone who was essentially a comparative stranger.
Slowly, as they talked she realised that a bond was forming between them, comfortable with this she had also filed away thoughts of continuing this growing bond once they were in Egypt.
All too soon the glasses were empty and they headed for the lift
finding that their two rooms were adjacent. Saying their goodbyes and promising to meet for dinner Christine went into hers a little light-headed from the wine on an empty stomach. It was now late afternoon and she had not eaten since a quick breakfast of tea , toast and a slimming pill when hurriedly leaving home.
Wandering about the room as she undressed, letting her clothes lay where they dropped, lustful thoughts still racing pell-mell through her mind, she was soon naked and had thrown herself on the bed, ostensibly for a nap.
Almost unconsciously her hands cupped smooth milk-white breasts topped with their delightfully pink and semi-erect nipples in the centre of a sea of mid-brown aureole. Her body had taken charge now, knowing that she would not sleep until something was done about the lust boiling away inside.
Christine felt rather than heard the soft moan that came from her lips as she gently caressed and pinched erect nipples into hard sensitive spikes that sent fresh messages directly to her pussy.
Slowly her right hand moved caressingly down her body, across her belly to the light bush above the 'V' that led straight to her most secret of parts, where already thick and swollen pudenda announced her absolute readiness for unadulterated sex.
Another moan escaped from between her lips, now she was ready, her mouth dry, tongue cleaved to the roof of her mouth as questing fingers found their target, the protruding clit. For the first time in a few weeks Christine was horny and thinking of Paul powering into her pussy.
Images of his naked body with a hard proud cock flashed in and out of her consciousness as she began to work her clit, scooping the wetness onto it to make it more responsive. Fingers flashed at lightning speed across her clit as she got into the rhythm to draw herself closer to a fast approaching orgasm.
In her mind she felt the hard length of Paul as he entered her, thrusting deeply into a pussy badly in need of a male cock.
She hardly realised that she was speaking in a loud voice, as she encouraged her imaginary Paul to thrust hard and deep, to fuck her like never before, crying out his name as the first wave of orgasm had burst upon her like a tsunami.
Next door, Paul who had been reading smiled as he heard Christine climax, tonight he would give her what she wanted most, and tonight he would make love to the lovely lady next door. As these and related thoughts ran through his mind he realised that his cock had grown hard inside his tight jeans and drawing down the zip allowed it the freedom it craved.
Standing up Paul shucked both jeans and boxers to leave a rather handsome eight inches of throbbing cock projecting horizontally from his abdomen. Laying on the bed he gently stroked his organ trying to imagine what Christine might look like naked.
The clothes she wore hid her natural beauty but did not quite conceal the fact that she had rather big and succulent breasts that he longed to see and fondle. He imagined suckling on her hard nipples, gently biting on them until feeling her pussy and tasting its liqueur before entering to feel its soft accommodating warmth.
Paul's enthusiasm for her body ran riot as he stroked his cock faster and faster, gathering speed toward his orgasm, a bead of pre-cumm formed on the tip that he quickly removed with a finger, popping it in his mouth to taste of himself. This galvanised his action and already flying fingers became a blur as he felt the imminence of a climax.
The fat cock became even fatter, swelling as the thick vein filled with hot cumm and before he knew what was happening, the climax was upon him. Quickly putting out a hand he managed to catch the sperm as it erupted from the eye of the snake to quickly fill his cupped hand.
He had not realised it but when cumming he had called out Christine's name, making her understand that he too had enjoyed thoughts of her.
Hearing her name being called in anguish Christine knew what had passed and smiled solicitously, glad that she had the same affect on Paul and knowing that this break away from work would be something to remember and perhaps tonight she would get lucky and laid. With these thoughts she had drifted off into a relaxing nap only to be awoken by the insistent ringing of the telephone in her right ear.
"Hello," she murmured, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Sorry to wake you Christine, but I'm going down for dinner in about a half hour, wondered if you'd care to join me?"
"I would love to," she replied, coming instantly wide awake, "sorry Paul I was napping, give me time to get a quick shower and I'll be right with you, half an hour you said, okay, I'll be ready." She was waffling and had known it, but the delight of having dinner with him was a dream coming true. The sound of him climaxing sprang into her mind readily, a wide grin spreading across her face as she cradled the phone.
Gleefully she climbed off the bed, and a half-hour later was just putting the finishing touches to her make-up as Paul knocked the door. "You look lovely," he remarked, "good enough to eat," he continued, shall we go down to the dining room? I do believe I am hungry enough to eat for two." Taking his proffered arm she allowed him to steer her towards the lift, thinking that she had hoped he would find her good enough to eat, a playful smile lurking behind her eyes.
The dining room had been larger than she expected, but they found a reasonably private table tucked into a corner with a view out toward the airport where they were able to watch the planes taking off.
The waiter brought the menu's explaining that that the meal would be paid for by the Airline, but if they wanted anything from the a la carte they would be billed for the difference and also the wine.
Paul chose a Chilean Merlot and waited for the wine waiter to bring it and pour the taster. He made no elaborate show, merely sniffing the bouquet and tasting. Nodding he gave the go-ahead to pour and buried his head in the menu to finally opt for the roast duck, Christine naturally agreed to have the same as it made things easier that way.
During the meal they talked and talked about one another and gradually Paul had realised that she suffered from low self-esteem and constantly reminded her that she was indeed a beautiful woman, especially when she smiled. This had made her purr, notwithstanding her secret desire to have him make love with her; it really was good to hear someone praising her virtues.
At one point he had broken a rose from the two in the small vase at their table, threading it into her hair before kissing her on the forehead. Christine melted inside, she was his, and he only had to say the word.
When the meal was finished they had talked for a while, lingering over the coffee, neither wanting to end the magic of the evening. With the restaurant now drawing towards closing time and customers emptying from the dining room they had finally got up to leave.
Once in the lift Paul had surprised her, putting his arm around her waist and kissing her for the first time. Breaking the all too short kiss as the lift came to a standstill he had invited her to his room for a nightcap, Christine had been delirious, stammering her acceptance.
There were two small bottles of wine in the mini-bar that they shared, Paul sitting on the bed and she using the only relatively comfortable chair in the room.
"Come, sit by me," he had said softly, "I won't bite, only if you want me to." The smile on his face was so inviting and there being nothing that she wanted more she rose from the chair and taking her glass had sat beside him.
Although the bed was over six feet in length she sat close to him so that thighs were touching, an electric current surging between them, the room becoming charged with sexual electricity.
Taking her glass he set it down on the side table putting one arm around her waist pulling her really close to him. Her heart had pounded as once more his lips found hers in an open-mouthed kiss, tongues performing the dance of lust as passions were aroused. His free hand had softly stroked her cheek and hair before he let it trail down to cover her breast.
She sighed against his mouth...the nipple becoming erect in the confines of her bra and her pussy spurted in celebration, tonight she would know the touch and feel of a man once again as she held him
tightly to her.
Gently he had laid her back on the bed busying himself with the fastenings of her blouse, when open he swiftly removed it to unclip the confining bra, his face inches away from her own, she could feel his hot breath on her skin.
As Christine recalled how swiftly things had progressed that night she felt herself becoming hot and unwittingly her hand had found its way down to the now hot and wet spot between her thighs as Paul slept soundly next to her.
She discovered that her pussy had become extremely wet and that her clit was also poking out from under its hood. Thoughts of Paul always did this to her, and now, as she gently stimulated her clit Christine realised that she was using her memories of that night for a little masturbation. The sexual events of the day had made her extremely horny, but she had no desire to awaken Paul from his deep sleep.
Slowly two fingers circled her clit making her shudder with expectation as she remembered how easily he had slipped inside her welcoming pussy. Re-living the feel of his thrust took her to the brink and with a stifled moan she went over the edge, arching her back slightly as the orgasm tore through her. Licking the cumm from her fingers, Christine knew that she would be able to sleep now and turning on her side buried her face in the pillow.