Just One Of Those Things

She was horny. That was all. She didn't mean to be a slut. She just wanted some good lovin'. Her plane had been cancelled, damn the weather channel and their crappy predictions. She had watched the board as the dire news rolled down, flight after flight after flight. As "delayed" became "cancelled" she watched. She was all alone, in a strange town with no hotel rooms left, and hours to wait. The book she'd picked up had been naughty, not nice, and she was hot and bothered as she sat in the hard plastic chair, squirming, just a little, as she thought naughty thoughts of her own. Beside her an angry man screamed at his wife, his children, his travel agent and his shrink. Across the way a family of homicidal maniacs in training annoyed the shit out of everyone in the vicinity. After three hours she lost all patience and grabbing her laptop and carryon, headed for the dark of the airport bar. It wasn't one of the large international airports and the bar was commensurate with the rest of the place. It was tacky and tawdry and the waitresses looked like Hooters wannabes. All plastic tits and cellulite asses hanging beneath red velour shorts.

She had plastic too, but it was in her wallet and she whipped it out to start a tab.

"Why not just drink myself into a stupor," she thought as she ordered up the first thing that came to mind, a Tequila sunrise - shades of college boyfriends. She sipped the lukewarm drink - a snowstorm but no ice, she lamented - and listened to the Celine Dion song from Titanic, whatever the hell the name of it was, that a sad looking woman played without interruption on the jukebox.

"You stuck here, too?" She stopped drinking and looked at the man who'd sat down next to her. Surely she was dreaming, because guys like this one just didn't exist. To say he was a hunk was to say Brad Pitt was mildly attractive. He wasn't in a suit, and he looked the worse for wear. But quite frankly, she didn't care.

"Stuck in hell, yep." She tried for laid back, to match his slouch, but she was starting to drip.

"You're not from here, huh?" His mechanic's uniform was the key to her calculation that he was an employee, rather than a traveler. All the better. He might have a home nearby.

"I'm from a galaxy far far away. New York, to be precise." He laughed at her witty retort and she added another start next to his name. A stud and a sense of humor. When she caught herself looking him over, she blushed. But he smiled and it was one of those smiles that said, lady, you are so going to like what's coming.

"Guess you couldn't get a hotel room, huh?" He moved his knee into her space and she wanted to grab hold. Of his knee, or whatever.

"Hell no. It was like the second coming of Christ at the hotel. And I'm not one of the wise men."

"Bet you'd do anything for a room, right about now." He spread his legs and slid the stool closer and she checked out the big bulge of his cock in his pants.

"Bet you I would." She said and the dripping became a torrent.

"What would you be willing to do?" He slid his hand onto the bulge and squeezed.

"Why, I would be willing to get down on my dainty little knees and suck that horse cock of yours all the way down my throat." She batted her eyes and smiled demurely.

"Well, that would be worth something, I guess." He feigned a look of uncertainty and she spread her legs for him.

"If you held my head and refused to let me go, why, you could probably make me swallow all your cum, too."

He was looking up her dress and she was thankful that she'd slid off the annoying little thong during her last trip to the restroom. This way he could see her puffy pink cunt oozing. Nothing, she thought, like motivation, and she slid the skirt up a bit. In the dimness of the bar, there was no likelihood of witnesses, not that she cared particularly.

"Nice pussy," he said, and he reached out to stick a finger into the wetness. He sucked hard on the juicy digit and popped it out of his mouth with a grin.

"Glad you like it. It's pretty tight cuz it's been lonely. Maybe if you promise me a bed, I'll let you shove that big old thing of yours right inside it."

"That sounds like a plan, but I have a lot of energy. I might need some more incentive."

"A big dick like that I bet you would. I suppose you'll want me to do something kinky, won't you?"

"You mean like maybe bend you over and spread those sweet cheeks of yours and pound my cock up your ass?"

"Something just like that."

"That would be worth a bed, I guess."

"You guess?" She was starting to wonder if she was going to have to go down on her stud in the bar, not that she wouldn't, but enough games were enough.

"See, the problem is, I've got a roommate."

A moment of silence passed as she contemplated the lovely possibilities.

"Hey, no problem. Consider this a two-fer."

By sunrise she had been fucked hard and long and had fallen asleep with a smile. Her jaw ached from sucking cock and swallowing cum. Her cunt had entertained two big rods and her ass had been royally reamed. The two-fer simultaneous fucking had been a first, and a second. But of course, they had wanted to switch places, and, after all she was a team player! She rolled onto her back and her boobs showed whisker burn. The sound of a 747 jet engine roared as she slept, the little trickle of cum from her holes dripping down onto the sheet.