A Cancelled flight

It had already been a long week, and I was ready to get back home. I had already checked out of my room, and was sitting in the lobby having 1 drink, when I got a text on my phone that my flight had been delayed 2 hours. Waiting on a plane coming from the previous airport because of weather was the reason I was given.

I tried to read the news and relax; what else was I to do. I people watched, went and got something to snack on trying to burn some time before calling an Uber to come pick me up. Mostly businesspeople around me I surmised from the looks of everyone. I finally had had enough so I called for my Uber to take me to the airport.

Within 15 minutes, I was on my way and figured there was probably more options for hanging out there than in my hotel lobby. On the way to the airport, I got another notification that my flight had been delayed at least an hour more. Weather again was the reason given so I couldn't really complain but I was still pissed.

Eventually, I got to the gate and sat down with all the other pissed off people. We all vented to each other. Some demanded to be put on other flights but as late as it was getting, there just weren't many options. Finally, our plane arrived and they promised to quickly unload it and get us on our way. Something encouraging had finally happened and my mood started to change for the better.

They had us boarding in record time I felt. I couldn't wait to sit down and catch some shut eye on the flight back. Once on board though, we ended up sitting there for what seemed like almost an hour when the captain came on and told us they filled the plane too full of fuel, and it didn't match the paperwork. FAA regulations state everything must match up. Apparently, they were trying to get someone to come remove some of the fuel so we could get on our way.

After more time had passed, the captain came on and told us they weren't able to find anyone and that the flight crew had timed out. They would deboard us and have assistance at multiple kiosks at the gate to help find us hotel and transportation - we were staying the night.

What a nightmare. There was this young lady, Sue" in front of me and a well-dressed businessman in the line next to me and we all 3 chatted it up while awaiting our turn to get taken care of. The line moved slowly but we finally got things squared away. Most of us had to come back the next day around noon to catch our flights back.

Next, we all had to go claim our luggage and take it with us. When I got to the baggage claim area, Sue asked if she could share an Uber with me since she was by herself and it was after midnight. I told her sure after we made sure they had put us up at the same hotel.

No sooner than we confirmed things, the nice, dressed businessman came up, introduced himself as Eric, and asked if we wanted to share the Uber with him since we were both alone and it was late. After noticing he had a wedding ring on, we felt safe and both responded, "Actually, we would very much like to," so we all 3 headed out to the Uber line to hopefully get to our hotel without any more hiccups.

The Uber ranked of weed with rap playing so we were both so glad to have Eric with us. What a long day it had been and my neck was killing me from sitting in those airport chairs for so long. I couldn't wait to get out of these clothes and take a shower.

When we got to the hotel, they had enough staff to create 4 lines and we all 3 quickly made it through getting rooms assigned to us. As we made our way toward the elevator, we decided on a time to meet in the morning and again share an Uber back to the airport. I felt so much better by now as we would soon be safe in our rooms and finally be able to rest in a soft bed.

We all got on the elevator and realized that Sue was on the 2nd floor and Eric, and I were both on the 3rd floor. After Sue got off and we said our goodbyes for the night, we headed up to our floor. When we walked to our rooms, it ended up that we were right next door to each other which again helped me to relax and feel safe.

As we were opening our doors, Eric said, "I have a couple bottles of wine, would you like one?" I thought about and just said, "Thanks, but I think I'm just going to take a shower and call it a night." "I don't blame you," he said and we both walked in our rooms as the doors shut behind us.

I walked in and looked around. I've stayed in better, but it was just for one night I thought and I couldn't wait to get to sleep. I put my bag on the other bed in the room and opened it to get out what I would need. When I was putting my toiletries out in the bathroom, I noticed across from the bathroom door was a connecting door to the room next to me.

"Eric was staying in the next room," I realized. I went ahead and took my shower which I was hoping would calm me down a bit and help me to sleep better. After showering, I got out and put on my robe and realized there was no fridge in the room. I really wanted something to drink but had just gotten out of the shower and didn't feel like heading to the front desk this late at night.

Then it dawned on me that Eric was next door, and a glass of wine was sounding better and better at this point. I could kick myself for not accepting his offer but then again, I didn't have a bottle opener anyway.

I then had a thought, so I went over and quietly opened my connecting door to Erics room. I thought I heard music playing, so I listened for a moment to hear if he was up and about. I thought I heard a little noise but wasn't 100% sure, and then I thought, do I dare knock on his door.

With my heart beating I continued listening and finally quietly knocked on his door. I didn't want to wake him if he had already gone to bed. I waited a few seconds and then decided to knock one more time but just a little louder.

No sooner had I done that than the door opened and it was Eric in a pair of shorts and an undershirt. I still had my ear to the door when he opened it, so I was kind of embarrassed. "Is everything ok over there," he asked.

"Well, it will have to do but I was wondering if your offer of a bottle of wine was still good?" He kind of smiled and said, "actually I was just having a glass myself, but would be happy to share it with you!" I was so temped but hesitated just a moment when he said, "come on, I'll pour you one as long as you don't mind these plastic cups."

I slowly walked into Erics room and noticed some soft music playing on a small Bluetooth speaker. He had his clothes laid out on one bed, and his blazer hung on a coat rack. I immediately got the feeling he was a neat, organized person on the road doing whatever he does, and I felt very safe. I left the doors open to my room as he pulled out another chair next to this little table to sit in.

We cheered our plastic cups of wine and took a sip. "So, what brings you to this place," he asked? " I told him what I did and found out that he sold equipment and other devices to physical therapist around the country. As soon as he said that I noticed that he appeared to be well built and toned. He talked a bit more deeply into what he did as he poured us both another cup of wine.

I found myself starting to grow attracted to him as he was very easy to talk to. Honestly, he was eye candy, easy for the eyes. He asked me if I worked out and I told him, "When I can but I have to be very careful with my neck and shoulder area, otherwise I can't function. I've had this issue for years since a water-skiing mishap."

He perked up at this and started asking questions about any massage, therapy or treatment I had had. "No, I have a hard time making an appointment and going through with it. As soon as I plan to do something about it, the pain goes away."

He eventually opened the other bottle of wine, and we continued our conversations. I caught myself at one point not even listening to what he was saying as the wine was kicking in, and I was just looking at him thinking this guy is so nice and so nice looking. I guess with all the frustration I had built up earlier with our flight delays and the wine I was drinking, he was helping me feel more relaxed which was helping me to quit worrying about everything.

As we continued talking, Eric poured more wine, when it hit me that I was in some guy's hotel room I had just met earlier, sitting here in my robe with nothing on underneath. I was felt slightly vulnerable but was enjoying myself. Then the words my husband had told me about enjoying the attention men gave me when I traveled, go for it if you feel so inclined but enjoy it began to emerge in my thoughts.

Was this going to be one of those times? Was this heading in that direction? Was I ready for it to head in that direction? Could I actually see myself having sex with this man? I could feel my heart beginning to beat stronger with these thoughts.

I began to wonder when Eric asked me twice more about my neck. Eric said, "if you don't mind, I know some techniques that might help alleviate some of the pain you are having." He had me turn around and close my eyes and relax while he began working on my neck.

I helped my robe off my shoulders just enough to give him better access to work on my troubled neck. It felt so good and his hands felt so strong that I was quickly feeling relaxed. I allowed my crossed arms to relax and eventually fall lower when through the squint of my eyes, I noticed in the mirror in front of me above the desk, my breasts were almost fully exposed and I kind of liked it.

I immediately thought to cover myself back up, but then again, I remembered the words of my husband and his encouragement for me to try it out if I felt so inclined. I caught him looking at my breasts in the mirror, so I wanted to experience enjoying this for a bit. I was enjoying that feeling of noticing him checking me out which was really turning me on.

My heartbeat began to pick up even more as I was still new at this but thoughts of possibly having sex with this gorgeous man began to increase and begin to control my thoughts. I moaned and rotated my head letting Eric know that I was enjoying what he was doing to me. I eventually felt myself more confident and really wanting to have sex with this man. My husband was right when he told me I should enjoy being desired by other men.

Eric encouraged my robe further off my shoulders as he expanded his work on my neck to my shoulders and telling me he could feel knots in certain areas. It hurt at times, but in a good way. He moved in closer to me to apply downward pressure when I thought, "is that an erect cock I feel up against my ass?" I knew then that I wanted to have sex with him and he was obviously getting aroused.

I continued with my moans of pleasure and head movements when I felt bold enough and eventually dropped my crossed arms lower, purposely allowing my breasts to be fully exposed to him. I continued watching him in the mirror through the squint in my eyes and it was obvious he was definitely enjoying the view while I pretended not to notice I was exposed.

I soon found myself leaning back towards him giving him a full view of my breasts from over my shoulders as well as confirming that was definitely an erection I was feeling against my ass. I knew then that he had sex with me on his mind as well.

What would be my next move, I wondered? My breasts were already fully exposed though my robe still rested on my arms barely crossed now on my front, so I slowly undid the tie to my robe allowing it to slightly fall open revealing to him in the mirror that I had nothing on underneath.

Not long after I did this, he motioned for me to turn around and face him. We looked in each other's eyes without a word being said, then he used his hands to help my robe drop to the floor looking for any resistance on my part. I then wrapped my arms around him and leaned in for a kiss letting him know I was good with what was happening.

His hands wandered all over my body and the attention to my neck became history. With my arms wrapped around him as we continued to kiss, I attempted to lift up his t-shirt letting him know I was ready for it to be removed. He stopped for a moment as I helped remove it up over his head.

We continued kissing and I reached my hands under his briefs and began to encourage his shorts down to the floor revealing his nice, firm erection which I quickly grasped and began to give it a few strokes. This is still a moment etched in my mind as it was the first time I held a stranger's erect cock in my grasp while alone in my travels. I felt like we were both so into it that this might be one of those times that ended up only lasting a few seconds as we were both ready to jump each other's bones.

This was still new to me, and I was nervous about how much I was enjoying being this naughty and daring. I was hot and incredibly horny and could feel I was wet down below. He then encouraged me to turn around and guided me to lie back on the bed. He appeared to be admiring my trim job I had given myself before leaving home with my husband's encouragement. My husband always said, "it's hard for any man to resist a well-trimmed pussy!"

Then Eric slowly went down on his knees, spread my legs and began slowly making love to my pussy with his tongue. I knew there was no turning back now nor did I want to. I felt that hidden side of me starting to scream out in me. The excitement of being daring, naughty and wild was taking over. I wanted this man to take me and let him have his way with me. I found it hard to control my moans as it felt so incredible.

It was obvious Eric wanted to please me. I began thinking that I didn't want him to just make love to me; I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I couldn't wait to feel his hard cock fill me full and fuck me until he erupted in me.

I held his head with my hands; not to guide him but to encourage him while also raising my hips up letting him know I was enjoying what he was doing. I was so horny at this point, I knew he could taste my lubrication indicating to him that I was very much ready for sex. I didn't want him to stop as it felt so good but again, I was ready for him to take me.

"Fuck me," suddenly escaped my lips. "What did I just say," I thought to myself? My thoughts had just become vocal in that one blink of a moment. Eric stopped and stood up; he grabbed my thighs and pulled me down to the end of the bed, and I watched as he took his hard cock and guided it to my pussy while we both stared in each other's eyes as if he was giving me the chance to tell him no.

He took his cock and rubbed it up and down between my lips lubricating the head of his cock and then slowly began to enter me. He easily slid right in me as my pussy adjusted to his fullness. He pulled back and then buried his cock deep in me and began to thrust in me and pick up his pace.

I threw my arms back above my head as if to say, "I'm all yours; have your way with me; fuck me." Then, "Fuck me hard," escaped my lips. Again, my thoughts had turned into words that I would never have said before. Surrendering myself to him allowed me to concentrate on the pleasure I was feeling. Watching him fuck me was very arousing not to mention the contact his cock was giving my clitoris.

He pulled me in closer to him and was really going for it when I thought, no, no, don't cum yet; I want this to last, while at the same time, I didn't want him to stop.

Our bodies slapping together with each hard thrust made quite the noise. I could sense his desire to fuck me hard like I had told him to.

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this with a man I had just met but the new me was all in and loving it. A desire to climb on top and take control entered my mind so I put both my hands on his chest while pushing him back encouraging him to stop.

A confused look overtook his face as he slowed down. "I want to fuck you," I said in a soft, sexy voice. Looking still confused after telling him to fuck me hard just a few moments ago, he eventually stopped and pulled out.

I encouraged him to lie back on the bed as I crawled up beside him before climbing on top. I leaned in to kiss him while rubbing my pussy up and down his cock just to tease him with anticipation. While we continued to kiss and as I rested my breasts on his chest, I adjusted to allow his cock to enter me again. I was feeling very comfortable and in control with this new me. I was really enjoying this taboo experience which my husband had encouraged me to explore.

He let out a moan as I worked to get him back deep in me again and began a slow, sensuous ride on his rock-hard cock. I continued slowly enjoying every minute of feeling him deep inside me. Rocking back and forth on his hard cock while leaning forward made great contact with my clitoris which felt incredible. I eventually sat up while continuing riding his cock; giving him a full view of my breasts swaying, my eyes closed, just savoring what was happening. I felt so liberated being in control.

His hands grabbing my hips as I watched the obvious concentration on his face for the first signs of his oncoming orgasm. His hands were encouraging me back and forth until they reached back to my ass as if to guide me. I leaned into him with our faces almost touching as I tried to grip his cock with my pussy. I continued while slowing down, giving him a wonderful feeling of my wetness while riding his cock.

His eyes closed and I heard the first moan escape his lips, his grasp grew tighter on my ass, he raised himself up in me and then let loose with multiple moans. Pleasurable tension covered his face as he leaned up again, and I could tell he had past that point of no return while filling my pussy full with his warm cum.

I continued gripping his cock with my pussy and could feel it pulsating with each shot of cum he released in me. I found myself so incredibly turned on by this as he was the first man I had had sex within my travels. All parts of this new me came out almost naturally and I was so turned on by letting him cum in me.

I slowed down to try and milk every last drop of cum from him until I could feel him relax as his cock began to soften. His cock eventually slid out of the confines of my pussy, and I could feel his cum beginning to escape me.

I gave him another kiss and then excused myself and headed into my room to freshen up. As I entered my room, I grabbed my panties that I had tossed on a table by the door when I went to take a shower earlier. I used them to stop the leakage of his cum from dripping all over the floor.

I could tell he had a large load of cum he filled me with as my panties weren't enough to soak it all up. After sitting on the toilet to drain for a few, I got up and headed back to his room to get my robe.

I noticed he was still in his bathroom when another nasty thought entered my mind. I had stuck my cum soaked panties in the pocket of my robe so I decided to stick my panties in the inside pocket of his blazer to give him something to remember me and the great sex we just had later on whenever he would find them. Then I put my robe back on and finished sipping my wine when he returned to the room.

"I'm sorry, but I got a little carried away with things," I said. He said, " no, no, don't apologize, I enjoyed every second of it and I'm sorry if I took things too far." We both agreed neither of us saw this coming earlier and it just sort of happened.

He put his shorts back on and we sat and talked a bit longer when I looked at the clock and it read, 2:30 in the morning. "I guess we both better get some sleep if we're going to make that flight later," I said.

We both stood up and I told him, "I've never done this before. I'm not that type," though my mind was telling me - "Oh yes you will!" We said good night, and I headed to my room to try and get what sleep I could. I shut the door behind me knowing I probably wouldn't get any sleep after that.

I thought to myself, "Girl, you actually did it. You had sex with another man and enjoyed every part of it. You even encouraged him to cum in you." This really happened I was thinking; I couldn't deny it to myself. The opportunity just presented itself.

I began to think how I would tell my husband as we agreed to always talk about these things whenever they might happen. He was turned on by our NOLA experience, and I was anxious to see how he would react when I tell him about this one.

The next morning was a blur with so little sleep but when I saw Eric and Sue in the lobby, it was kind of awkward, and I wondered if Eric had found my souvenir, I left him.

I called my husband and told him I had a story to tell him that I thought he would enjoy. He had no idea but when I got home, I could tell how turned on he got from telling him what happened. He congratulated me on becoming a hot wife and told me we would go shopping for more clothes to wear on my travels.

"Oh my," I thought. Where has this person been hiding inside of me for so long??

Little did I know at the time, but my cum soaked panties from men I would have sex with during my future travels would become my calling card of sorts that I would hide in their belongings to give them something to remember me by.