Recently I found myself in an all-too-familiar situation, stranded at an airport. With my flight cancelled back to LAX and the last two of the day overbooked, I took my hotel and meal vouchers and retired to the nearest bar, leaving others from my flight to the stressful struggle for seats. I had the time and a few books to read, so the morning flight wasn?t going to put me out. I had settled at the bar and was enjoying a beer when I noticeda blond from my flight enter.

She set the black leather bag she was carrying on the seat immediately beside me and took the next seat down.

We?d sat opposite one another for an hour or in the terminal earlier and exchanged a look or two of sympathy, so I felt comfortable making conversation now. Instead, to my surprise, she took the lead. :Bummer," she said. "Life's too short," I replied. She nodded and ordered a beer-she was ravishing. I had amoment to admire her. She was tall and slender, with sculpted curves that culminated in extraordinarily large and perky breasts that pressed firmly the seams of her loose white blouse.

Her legs were long and divine-out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the attention I was paying her, and half-smiled.

For as beautiful as she was, she was remarkably down-to-earth. We engaged in friendly chit-chat during which I learned that she was a model-she had landed some big jobs recently in several hip clothing catalogs-but that she really wanted to get into acting. Big surprise, I thought. LA is crawling with want to be actors, but I hadn't met with her kind before. Beautiful, genuine, carefree. She picked up my book and asked me about it -the conversation only grew warmer and warmer until after three more beers apiece, we made plans for dinner. "Not here," she said, "not in the airport." "Of course." "Any ideas?" I had a few. I settled on candlelight and a gorgeous view of the twinkling city from one of its notable hills. The dining room was small and private, the wine excellent-all this relaxed her, how much I didn't know until later when the subject of a hotel room came up and she suggested economizing-splitting one big luxurious suite---if I didn't mind.

Once inside the room, she darted her tongue into my mouth in a deep hard kiss.

Longer and more passionate kisses led us to the edge of the bed where she looked at the bulge in my pants and gave me a wicked smile promising attention. Removing my belt she whipped me lightly with it and tossing it aside yanked my pants off. My engorged member sprang to her lips and she began milking it in long confident strokes. This got her off as much as it did me. She was wriggling out of her pants and panties and when she fingered herself I unleashed a load of hot cum into her mouth that she swallowed greedily with little moans. After a long kiss, my long tongue sought her wetness and went to work. Within a minute she was moaning deeply and gasping as I pleasured her swollen personal place. Suddenly she grunted, turned over on her knees and with her soaked softness presented to my face, begged me to play her. I slid 8" into her, filling her and playing her, harder and harder.

Then I turned her over on her side. "Give it to me!" she moaned. I pumped on and on. She bucked her hips and cried out.

I felt a series of contractions shiver through her again and again. Impatiently she rolled over on her back. "Play my brains out!" she demanded, spreading her legs in the air.

I pounded her to hot and sweaty Nirvana, after which we lay still in one anothers arms "The next morning she had her way with me in the shower. Needless to say we arranged to sit side by side on the plane and made plans to meet back in LA. But that is another story.