I arrived in Chicago to find the connection to my home airport cancelled due to bad weather. There was a flight leaving about two hours later, but it was totally booked, and they were not accepting any more stand-by reservations. An hour after that there was yet another flight, but it too was overbooked. And both were listed on the board as delayed. I knew the drill, so I waited in line and eventually got a seat on a flight the next morning. First I checked in at the airport hotel and then walked to one of the restaurants at the airport to eat. I had no luggage, so they offered me a little overnight kit at the front desk, consisting of a toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, etc. There were many people at the restaurant, due to the bad weather on the east coast, and there was about a two-hour wait for a table. I gave the hostess my name, and walked over to the crowded bar and ordered a drink, standing off to the side once I was served I was halfway into my first drink when I saw a woman on the other side of the bar looking at me. It took a second, but I recognized her from the halls at work. I walked over, and we introduced ourselves.

Her name was Cathy, and I learned that she worked on the floor above mine. She was supposed to have been on the same flight that I had been on, but had been able to get waitlisted on the next two flights. She was hoping to get home that night, but knew that the odds were not good.

We drank and chatted until it was time for her to go to the gate to see if she could get on the flight. Forty-five minutes later she was back, and had another drink with me. She left to try and catch the last flight, but returned within minutes, telling me the flight had been cancelled. We ordered another round of drinks, and just as the bartender was putting them in front of us, they called my name for a table.

She accepted my invitation to eat together, and we knocked off a bottle of wine before the food arrived. She was older than I, with three teenagers at home, and a great conversationalist. When she asked me what I was going to about a room, I told her that I was staying at the airport hotel. We figured that she could just check in there for the night. We drank another bottle of wine with the meal, and by the time the dessert tray was shown to us we were pretty drunk. She followed me to the front desk at the hotel, and when she asked to rent a room, was told that they were sold out. Knowing that she was marooned, they gave her the same little kit, containing a comb, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc. We walked into the hotel bar, and over yet another drink, I offered her the extra bed in my room. I had never seen my room, and when the door opened, there was just one queen-sized bed there. Neither of us had any luggage, so there was no alternative but to hang up our clothes on a hanger in closet and sleep in our underwear. I let her have the bathroom first, and she undressed and crawled into the bed while I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom. I turned out the light, and I slid under the covers in a tee shirt and boxers. We passed out quickly. A couple of hours later I woke up, and found one of my knees touching the back of her leg.

I quietly moved a hand to her, and discovered that she was wearing a slip, and nothing more. Although I thought I was being stealthy, she must have been awake, and she grabbed my hand and pulled it around her, moving back against me. I loved the feel of her slip against her skin. My hand drifted up to her breast, and my fingers found the nipple.

She turned her head around and went for my mouth. As soon as I returned the kiss, she rolled over onto her back.

I moved on top of her and she opened her legs for me. The slip had bunched up, and her hands went immediately to the waistband of my boxers, pushing it down and freeing me. She pushed my manhood down and guided me inside her.

She wasnt totally lubricated and it took a minute to get all the way in, but once I was there everything was perfect.

The next thing she did was to kick the covers off so that she could put her feet into the air.

It was a short one, and after I came I moved off of her and we both fell asleep.

Around the time the first light started coming in the windows that we had forgotten to cover up, I woke up and moved behind her, pressing up against her bare bottom. She reached around behind her and squeezed me until I was hard.

This time we did it doggie style, and from the sounds she was making, I was not the only one to have an orgasm. Just like the first time, we both fell asleep after I came. Late in the morning I woke up again, because she was kneeling down and toying and sucking me. I let her go on, and enjoyed what she was doing to me. After a few minutes I put my hand on her back, and moved it down to her softness from behind. I tried to finger her, but she was too far away.

Instead, she moved around and lifted her leg, moving it across my chest and lowering herself down onto my mouth while she continued to suck on me. This time I was able to work on her properly, and long after I had had my orgasm my tongue was still exploring her. Both of us had been scheduled on an early flight, that had left hours before.

Instead, we called the airline and got seats on a 3:30 flight. We took a shower together, and tried to do it one more time there. However, I was finished.

After lunch in the same restaurant where we had eaten the night before, we sat at the gate until it was time to board the plane.

On the flight home, sitting together, we avoided any mention of the night before.