Where to begin? I guess I will start with the obligatory I love my wife, the sex is great, and she has the body of a goddess. While all of this is true it adds nothing to this story except a familiar place to begin it. So now that you are all comfortably settled in let me really begin.

The trip had started with promise but so far it’s reality had gone from bad to worse through an almost unbelievable series of events. Canceled flights, delays, and now the storm delay.

I won’t bore you with all of the details. Suffice it to say that it was christmas eve and late enough that the airport was down to only a few travelers and employees who either had no life or drew the short straw.

The incoming plane for my flight was delayed and so I sat in relative silence and continued reviewing the latest sales data on the screen of my laptop. It was also not good news and my thoughts drifted off to last year’s christmas eve.

It had been pretty amazing and with that thought I flipped over from the spreadsheet and looked at a picture or two. My favorite was first and it still impressed me. The size of that cock and her shaved pussy lips wrapped around it stretching outward as if to prevent it from pulling out for another stroke. The beads of moisture on her swollen clit which was doing more than just a little peeking out of its hood. The look of total pleasure on her face. I was going to miss the fun this year if my luck didn’t change very soon.

My own cock, now hard was trapped in an uncomfortable position so I made an adjustment just as I heard the footsteps.

They were the footfalls of a woman. I am not sure how to describe the difference but sometimes you can just tell. These sounded sexy with just the right amount of delay to indicate that seductive sway of hip some women have and the right amount of volume to indicate high heels on a slim but tall body.

I had just been adjusting my cock and being a bit self self conscious of that I waited a few moments until I couldn’t take it anymore and looked up. I have at times been disappointed with what I expect to see verses what I actually see, this time I wasn’t.

This woman was instant erection in a dress, no little pill required. Still some distance away, I stared, her stiletto heels were bright red and her feet made that little inward sweep with each step that makes the hips swing. I didn’t look at those yet, I was still working my way up her legs. They were long, tan and smooth. When I finally encountered her skirt maybe half way above her knees it was also red and wrapped around her, tight enough to show her curves, but not so tight as to shorten her stride.

Her shirt was white and while not exactly see through it was close enough that my imagination could just make a navel out of the darker smear just above her skirt. Fully entranced now my eyes continued upward. I was only slightly disappointed when they encountered the red of her bra instead of the dark areola circles which I had been hoping for. There were pleasant bumps where her nipples pushed out her shirt and they were bouncing in time to her footsteps. Her shirt was cut in an open V and low enough that her exposed cleavage drew the eyes and didn’t let them go without a fight.

She had on a long black jacket with matching red trim and liner which was open and trailing behind her.

Her neck had those pleasing little cords that stick out at the base but aside from that was smooth and as tanned as her legs. Her face framed by long loose hair which was that color of silver that only comes deliberately from a bottle gave her that mysterious finishing touch. Her lips were full and red beneath her slender nose. I looked at her eyes, then later I decided that might have been a mistake. They were the deepest green, the color of pine tree’s against a background of snow and I found that they were staring into mine. It took what seemed like several minutes before I gained enough control over my eyes to command them to look away, only to find them betraying me again when they assumed away meant they should go back to staring at her tits.

By now it was too late she was right beside me. When she spoke it was with one of those sultry voices you only get in the movies and with a hard accent to place. Dan would you mind terribly keeping an eye on my luggage, I have a couple of shops to visit before they close. Before I could reply she said, I will make it worth your while. Oh that’s nice she said with a wink, pointing at my screen. Then her footsteps were headed across the hall, that dam jacket I thought as I watched her walk away. I flipped down my screen and looked back up when I heard her stop just in time to catch her jacket which she had tossed at my head. It smelled like her with hints of jasmine, and sugar cookies. Her ass swayed into the shop and disappeared around a corner.

While I was putting away my laptop I noticed that my tag was open and my name was clearly visible. Well one mystery solved.

I heard her footsteps again but was able to keep from looking up. They were headed down the hall, away from me, so I risked it and glanced up, took in that swaying tight ass, and once again got busted as she looked back over her shoulder. She smiled and kept going.

A few minutes later I caught sight of her talking to a waiter and for just a moment had a twinge of what I decided was jealousy, when she gave him a hug and peck on the cheek. Then she looked up, waved and headed my way. I figured what the hell, twice busted and she hadn’t left yet. She was smiling when I finally looked up from watching her tits bounce to a stop not all that far from my face.

She handed me a large cup, settled herself in the chair across from me, crossed her legs a bit open, and stared at me, expectantly. I took a sip of the drink she had offered. When I didn’t say anything her eyes gave me that once over, paused at my crotch, twinkled and the looked back at me. Well what do you think she said? I stammered for a bit and she “helped” me by saying, about the drink silly. I can see what you think about me as she nodded at my serious pant condition.

The drink is good I managed to say between coughs. The cup finding its way too my crotch to cover up my bulge. Oh don’t do that she said, I enjoy the attention. My hubby is always busy and well, I wish he had more time.

Was that your wife you were looking at earlier? It was a nice picture but I don’t think you were in it. Did you take it or were you watching? Can I see some more?

She spoke so openly and was so friendly I answered her questions before really thinking about it. Yes it was her and yes I was watching.

Do you like watching or did you want to jump in and have some to? Yes but it was a surprise and I didn’t want to spoil it. I got mine later. Ah so sloppy seconds then? Did you like that? Yes I said, I liked it a lot.

We talked for a few more minutes while her skirt kept creeping higher every time she moved. My traitorous eyes kept trying to see what color her panties were but it was not quite possible yet. They are red silk she said matter of factly. What? I asked her left tit conversationally. My panties, they are red silk. I like wearing red its my favorite color.

I like a woman in red. It is sexy and attention grabbing and makes a hot woman even hotter I agreed. The heels are a nice touch but the jacket is too long I said with a wink. She rewarded me with a quick peek up her skirt where I found she was indeed wearing red silk thongs. The front looked a bit damp. I said those are thongs not panties. Well it’s just that people look at you weird when you say you are wearing a thong in the middle of winter. You look hot enough despite it being winter I said. She nodded gravely at this, yes it is sometimes to hot. I prefer the cold, me to I said to her erect nipples.

Other people were beginning to arrive, she sighed, stood, adjusted her skirt, picked up her jacket and then sat down beside me. This way we can keep talking without bothering these other people.

Her jacket found its way into my lap and a little while later her hand found its way there to. Have you ever had your cock thoroughly stroked from the tip to your balls in public? It is pretty fucking hard to sit still, keep a straight face, and not be able to do anything in return. I was with a great deal of effort, able to keep from exploding and embarrassing myself. My thoughts were a different matter. By the time the incoming plane had arrived I had mentally screwed her in every position I could imagine.