Grounded

by Nawty Natalie

She stepped inside the busy airport lounge, looked
around, seemingly a bit frustrated, as if maybe she
was expecting to see someone she couldn't find. There
was and empty bar stool next to me, so as she moved
closer to the bar I caught her eye and motioned to it,
" there's a seat here" I said. She smiled, "Thanks! I
could use a cocktail!"

A friend of mine had just taken a flight out to go
back home after a brief visit with me. Her flight had
been delayed and finally left just in time for the
evening commuter traffic to have begun to rage. Fog
had set in too, the cause for the delay, and rather
than jump into the thick of it all, I popped into the
lounge. I ordered a vodka and tonic. "So, that's my
story," I said in reply to her question, "what brings
you here for happy hour?"

She took a big sip of her Cosmo and proceeded to tell
me in fast-speak that she had been in town on business
but the fog caused her scheduled flight to be
cancelled and she now had to try stand-by on a later
flight. She had meetings at the home office in the
morning and was just fried over the hassles of
business travel. "All my friends think it's so
glamorous that I travel for work" she lamented, but
it's not!"

We spent the next hour or so dising the corporate
grind. She was in her early thirties, cute, smart and
dressed to impress. The three suits sitting at the
table behind us had been trying to get our attention
and bought us a round of drinks which got us talking
about men, relationships, sex. She glanced down at her
watch, "Oh, my god! I've got to go check on my
flight!" She got up, grabbed some money and her
business card, "it was really fun talking to you. I'm
sorry I have to go. Send me an e-mail!" She left in a
rush, bumping into the threesome at the table. "Where
are you goin' dahlin'?" one of them called out. She
didn't bother to reply so they looked over at me. "She
had to catch her flight", I offered, "thank you for
the drinks". "Well, that's too bad. Why don't you let
us keep you company?" "Sure!" I replied, thinking
" what the heck, I'm feeling slutty anyway."

It wasn't but half an hour before we saw her again.
" Stranded!" she said in a voice loud enough to be
heard over the basketball game. She accepted a chair
from one of the suits, just as a cell phone rang. It
was for one of the suits, "Yah, okay, in 15" he said
to the caller. "Well, that was our pilot, we need to
mosey on over to our plane. Ladies, would you care to
join us?" We had learned that they were from Dallas,
oil men. Some girls would jump on it, but she and I
looked at each other as if we were both picturing them
all as JR Ewing with a Sue Ellen waiting for them at
home. "Sorry" we said in unison, and I added, "but
have a nice flight."

"I should probably get going too," I said, half
out-loud, "but I should have eaten something along
with these cocktails. I'm feeling a bit buzzed." "You
know what we should do?" said the working girl, "I'm
going to have to stay here, somewhere, overnight, so
come with me to get a hotel room and I'll buy you
dinner on my expense account of course!" That sounded
a lot better than hitting the long foggy drive home.

We grabbed a cab. "Is there a Ritz Carlton here?" she
asked of the driver. We think he said yes, at least he
was nodding as if he meant yes because English was
clearly not his first language. "Great! Take us to the
Ritz!" "It's really foggy", she noted and touched my
arm, "I'm glad you're not driving." She was sweet,
and I was a bit buzzed and feeling a little slutty,
like I said. I was happy to go along for the ride.

One of the hot bellman out front helped us out of the
cab and grabbed her bag. "Checking in?" he said, very
hopefully and with a giant smile. "We don't have a
reservation. Can you help us?" I noted the "we" and
the flirtatious damsel in distress tone of her voice.
" Oh, yeah" he said emphatically, and the grin hadn't
left his face, "I'm sure I can help you!" And help he
did. He, and two of the other bellman want-to-be
models or movie stars who had appeared to rescue the
damsels. Before we knew it were getting the grand tour
of an executive suite provided, of course, at a
" special" rate. "This will do" she said, and handed
each of them a nice tip. "Can we get room service?"
At that point, we all laughed, well giggled really,
like at a party when everyone is getting along with
the sense of becoming "better acquainted."

"I've got to get out of these work clothes! Help
yourself to the mini bar." She unbuttoned her blouse,
revealing a lacey bra and great tits. Even women
appreciate great tits, nice legs, and she had it all.
" You are staying here tonight," she said coyly,
" aren't you?" The last part was shy, hopeful.
" Well... I have to be at work in the morning but I
suppose I could call and let them know I'll be late."
" Cool! I've got something you can wear." She
grabbed a baby doll out of her bag. The impromptu
slumber party was official.

We turned on some music, made ourselves some very
expensive little mini bar cocktails and plopped down
on the biggest king-sized bed I had ever seen, me in
her baby doll and a thong, she in her bra, panties and
thigh highs. We toasted to the fun and luxury of it
all. "I hope those boys get here soon. I'm starving!"
" Me too!" I said, and the next thing I knew, we were
kissing.

"I'm glad you stayed," she said as she moved her mouth
from my lips to my breasts, "I kept wondering what it
would be like to kiss you, touch you. You're so sexy."
I was flattered, dizzy, but managed to say "thank
you" before giving into the moment, forgetting about
the hunger in my stomach which was now quieted by the
hunger I was feeling between my legs.

She came back to my lips for a slow, deep kiss,
running her hands softly through my hair as I fondled
her tits and pinched her nipples with my fingers. She
straddled me and whispered, "Let me do you first. I
can't wait to taste your pussy." God, I was so wet
and so turned on by how much she was into me. Her
firm little ass was pointed upward as her head was
buried in my pussy. She penetrated me with tongue and
fingers and every once in a while fingered herself and
gave me a taste. "Your pussy is so fucking sweet,"
she moaned, "I want you to taste it," and she kissed
me hard, tongue fucking me. "I'm going to make you
come" and she reached over to her bag to remove a huge
cock-shaped vibrator from one of the pockets. We both
smiled at the sight of it. "Not too big for you?" she
asked, concerned. "Oh, no. Fuck me!" And fuck me she
did. She straddled my face and worked my pussy,
alternating the vibrator and her tongue. I came so
hard and for so long I though I was going to pass out.
But I didn't and changed positions to concentrate on
her. I knew she was already close to coming but I
wanted to take my time, tease her and enjoy the beauty
of her.

"ROOM SERVICE!" The loud knock on the door and the
chorus of male voices startled us. I looked up from
between her legs and we both started laughing. "Leave
it! We're busy!" she replied loudly. "Don't you want
the boys to join us?" I asked. "No." she said, "why,
spoil a good time!" I didn't argue and went back to
pleasing her. I kissed her mouth, and then ran
circles around her nipples with my tongue while
fucking her with that huge cock. She threw her head
back and gently pushed me by the shoulders, placing my
face in her hot pussy. She was ready. "Lick me! Suck
my clit!" and then she shuddered and came.

We kissed and softly stroked each other for a while,
enjoying the lingering glow of our intense orgasms.
" I'm hungry!" we both exclaimed. "Let's see what the
boys brought us." The boys had done well. We had a
bottle of red wine and one of champagne, and a huge
steak with garlic mashed potatoes to share. They had
adorned the tray with roses and chocolates, and their
pager numbers on napkins. "Maybe I should have asked
them in," she said. "Next time!" We set up our
picnic on the bed, watched a movie, giggling at
everything, nothing. We agreed it was the best slumber
party either one of us had ever been to.

The next morning, we showered together, washing each
other's hair and bodies. Rubbing foamy tits and thighs
together, finding more ways to tease and please. We
lathered our breasts and muffs to make soap bikinis,
and watched each other finger our pussies. We came
together kissing and trading hands to make each other
climax together.

At check out, we encountered the bellman from the
night before. "Good morning, ladies, how was your
evening," asked the first of the bellman we had
encountered. They were in street clothes and all had
that school boy-in-trouble look. We turned to look at
each other, "Did you guys come in just to check up on
us?" We just smiled, locked arms and let them wonder,
thinking that what really happened in Room 134 was
much better than what they would have imagined.
" Would you grab us a cab?"

We never saw each other again, but stayed in touch for
awhile, exchanging notes about "business" trips. She
told her boyfriend about it and they had supercharged
sex for weeks, and now he tries to accompany her on
business trips, just in case she gets grounded again.
As for me, well, I hang out at the airport now and
again, watching the "flight cancelled" signs. Because,
like I said, sometimes I'm feeling slutty.