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   AIRPORT MEETING

   It was January, and it was supposed to be just another business trip, a
couple of days away from home, starting with an evening departure so I
could make an early morning meeting the next day.  I and several thousand
other people were at O'Hare when the weather that was already bad took a
turn for the worse.  The public address system told the sad story: all
scheduled flights by all of the major airlines were canceled.  I thought
about getting a limo to take me home, but the flight the next morning would
be early, so while waiting in an endless line for the public telephone, I
decided to get a room at a motel nearby, and take taxis to and from.  I
didn't like the idea of wearing the same clothes tomorrow, but I also
didn't want to pick up my luggage just to drag it through the snow to and
from the motel.

   It was finally my turn, and my phone credit card got a workout.  First,
a call to the travel agent to book a flight for the next morning, the
earlier the better.  Next, a call to the local motels, and after three
tries and a reference from one of the full places, a small single story
place just ten minutes from the terminal accepted a reservation on my
credit card, to hold the room until I got there.  Finally, I needed
transportation to the motel.  Most of the cab companies offered thirty
minute service, but I was done in, and only wanted a pillow under my head
ASAP.  Finally, an inspiration.  If I were to go out to the external
terminal, I might get a cab quicker than waiting at the main terminal with
my thousand competitors.

   I put on my coat, which wasn't up for the conditions outside, picked up
my briefcase and started my trek through the snow to the remote terminal.
It was only a couple of blocks, but no good way for a pedestrian to get
there.  I walked in dress shoes without goulashes through snow, slush and
water and finally got to the terminal, where cabs were occasionally
arriving to pick up passengers.  I saw an unsuspecting couple get out of a
cab and made my move, running down the slush-filled street.  I got to the
cab at the same instant as another ride seeker.  She was bundled up in a
long fur with matching hat, dress shoes equally unequipped for the weather
as my own, also carrying a briefcase.  I could barely see her face between
her hat and her upturned collar.  I tried to be a gentleman.  I wasn't
going to give her the cab, but offered to drop her wherever she desired. 
She nodded and we both got in.

   Once in the cab, I gave the driver the name of my motel, and asked her
where she was going.  She removed her hat and took down her collar.  Her
face was lovely, as were the legs that showed from beneath the fur coat as
she rearranged herself on the seat.  She indicated that she was going to
ask the driver to take her to any motel nearby that had space.  The driver
offered no such help, and headed for the only destination given - my motel.
I suggested that she might still be able to get a room there, and the
possibility made her smile in relief.

   The line at the motel was snaked around three times in their tiny lobby,
and we waited together for our turn.  I went first, and the clerk took my
credit card imprint, gave me a room key and some complementary toiletries.
I waited while my companion asked about an available room.  The clerk
declined, and was impatient as he looked out to the remaining customers
still to be cared for.  My companion's smile faded, and she began to walk
away.  I touched her arm, and she turned, looking like a lost little girl.
I asked her where she would go now.  She had a blank stare, like the
question wasn't one she could deal with.  With a straight face and in a
quiet voice, I offered to share my room with her.  She looked quizzically,
and then suspiciously, and then gratefully at me.  We walked down the long
corridor towards the room, finally coming to "ours."

   The room was small and crowded, with too much furniture and too little
walking space, even for one person.  There was one bed, one dresser, a
night stand, and a bathroom with a shower stall.  I asked if she was
hungry, and she suddenly figured out that she was.  I offered to go next
door to a small diner, to get something for us to eat.  She said that she'd
use the time to clean up.

   In squishy shoes, I took the short walk, finding slim pickings since the
diner had been overrun that evening by stranded travelers like myself.  I
bought an assortment of small things and went back to the room.  When I
opened the door, I found my roommate finished with her shower and sitting
on the bed, covered by a small towel.  She told me that she didn't want to
use all of the towels and leave me with none.  I thanked her, more for the
view she provided than her courtesy.  The legs I had a glimpse of were
fully exposed, and as shapely as I had ever seen.  She held the towel
strategically in front of her torso, covering much of her breasts and her
lap.  She had hung up her clothes to air out, since she too would be
reusing them the next day.

   I excused myself and went into the bathroom.  She called through the
door, offering to hang up my clothes so that they wouldn't wrinkle.  I
undressed and held them out to her through a crack in the door.  She had
stood up and continued to hold the towel to her chest.  But now, the towel
wasn't long enough to cover the matted triangle between her legs, and I saw
a flash of her pubic area as she took my things.

   I showered myself as best I could with a bar of soap the size of a
quarter, and despite the cold water I was getting excited thinking about
the vision of loveliness on the other side of the door.  I took one of the
towels she had left me and tried to wrap it around my waist.  It almost
fit, so I used my hand to hold it together.  My erection was visible, and
there was nothing I could do about it except sleep in the shower stall all
night.  Ignoring that possibility, I opened the door and walked into the
room.

   She was eating from the variety I had bought with one hand, holding the
towel with the other.  I sat down next to her and found something for
myself to eat.  I laid my towel in my lap so I could use both hands to open
the packages and feed myself.  We stole glances at each other occasionally,
almost furtively, as if we didn't want to get caught.

   Although we had entered by an interior door, the room had a window and
door to the parking lot, and the wind whistled through both, giving the
room a chill.  I got up, holding my towel in from of my crotch but
otherwise exposed and looked for a thermostat.  It was one of those
decorative ones that don't change anything no matter what setting you
select.  It was clear that the master temperature control was set very low,
and we weren't going to get much heat, at least not from the air ducts.

   My companion was shivering slightly, and I though I could make out
extended nipples on her shapely breasts, although that could have been just
my wishful thinking.  I was getting goose bumps all over.

   I suggested we get under the covers, which consisted of a top sheet and
a thin polyester cover.  She agreed, and we laid down with merely a few
inches separating us.  The warmth of her body heat was detectable, and I
couldn't stand it any longer.  As a practical matter, I suggested we lay
close together, so our mutual body heat would keep us warmer.  There was
silence, and then a soft affirmative.

   We both slid closer to the center of the bed, and our hips touched
electrically.  The room was dark, or she would have seen the tenting my
penis was causing in the sheet and blanket.  The clumsy part were our arms
- there wasn't a good place to put them.  We both moved about, trying to
find a comfortable position for our arms that wasn't an embrace around the
other person's torso.  In her movements, she accidentally bumped my penis
with her hand.  She knew it.  I knew it.  We both paused, and I held my
breath.  Her hand came back, voluntarily this time, and she moved her hand
softly up and down my shaft gently, making me even harder.  I tried not to
move, but my body writhed involuntarily.

   With my penis still in her hand, she turned her back to me and pulled me
closer.  I turned on my side, so that I was facing her back.  I scooted
into broader contact with her body, which was smooth and soft.  I
positioned myself lower than her on the bed so that my penis was at the
correct angle.  She lifted her leg and pulled me into her.  It was a slow
penetration, almost cautious, but it was no struggle because of how
lubricated she was.  There were no great movements, no bucking or humping,
just a gentle rocking back and forth.  I figured out what to do with my
hands, bringing them around to caress those round breasts I had only
glimpsed before.  And, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my previous
detection of large hard nipples was exactly correct.  The rocking lasted
for a long time, when I began to feel the bubbling and foaming of my
juices, preparing to arrive.  When I came, it was in a long stream of
constant velocity.  We fell asleep tired, satisfied, and warm.

   The next morning we got dressed, separately in the bathroom with a
strange sense of modesty.  A cab I had called arrived to take us back to
the airport.  With no fanfare or good-byes, we turned and went our separate
ways.  I'll never see her again, but I'll never forget her.

   An Original H M Tale