I finally made it up to my hotel room shortly after midnight. My flight to the conference city had been a nightmare! A routine 5 1/2 hour transcontinental nonstop turned into a nightmare. Over the Rockies we encountered Clear Air Turbulence and a passenger who wasn't wearing her seatbelt got hurt as our Airbus battered its way through the sky. We made an emergency landing in Denver so the injured passenger could get prompt medical attention. After an hour on the ground, we resumed our journey East. As our aircraft taxied toward the takeoff runway a very nervous passenger decided he had to get off the plane NOW!
The flight attendants and several fellow passengers attempted to subdue him, but he was scared to death and somehow made it to a rear exit door, which he tried to open. We were routed to a remote area of the airport where police and FBI agents surrounded the aircraft, perhaps thinking a hijacking was in progress. Eventually they stormed the cabin and removed the frightened passenger. By this time we were so late that our flight crew was nearing the limit of its legal active duty time. That meant an alternate crew had to be found to take over the flight. Finally, after a total of nearly six hours on the ground, we took off. The rest of our trip was uneventful and at last we landed at our destination.
The room was typical hotel chain, but the bed was big and looked mighty inviting. I lay down and turned on the TV to catch up with news. The misadventures of my flight were one of the stories from the "lighter side" of the news. The anchor chuckled as he commented how unlucky we were to be on that flight. I mumbled a few choice expletives at him and then flipped through the channels to see if anything good was on.
I wasn't tired and there was nothing worth watching on the tube and I didn't feel like reading or rehearsing my presentation to be made that afternoon. I scanned the hotel's directory and saw that the health club was accessible to guests 24 hours a day. I figured a good workout would use up my excess energy and tire me out enough to get several hours of deep sleep. I dressed in a tee shirt, shorts and sneakers and headed to the gym.
I went straight to the loose weights and started a routine of dumbbell and barbell work. Before long I had a good sweat going and was feeling the "burn" associated with strenuous exercise. After finishing with the weights I wandered into the cardiovascular area. I estimated about 20 minutes on a treadmill and some cool down stretching would finish my workout. Then I'd shower and head back to my room for a well-earned rest.
As I entered the CV area, I noticed a woman riding a stationary bike. I said hello but she just glanced at me and returned to her riding with no reply. I guess she didn't care for conversation and I didn't want to crowd her and make her feel nervous. I just set my treadmill for 20 minutes and started jogging. After about 15 minutes, my silent neighbor finished her bike ride and headed toward the locker area. I continued on the treadmill for my remaining time and concluded my routine with about five minutes of stretching. I walked into the men's locker room and stripped down and got in the shower. I turned on the water and stepped into its warm embrace. It felt really good! I let the water spray over all parts of my body before soaping up. I thoroughly lathered my face and chest and legs and then spent a couple of moments making sure my cock and balls were clean and free of sweat. I then did my ass and as much of my back as I could reach. I rinsed off and set about shampooing my hair. It was at this time I thought I heard a locker door slam shut, but figured it was a product of my imagination.
One final time under the warm water to rinse the shampoo from my hair. I stood there allowing the spray to massage my body before turning it off. I reached for my towel and cleaned the soap and water from my eyes before drying myself off. As I dried off I slowly walked back into the men's locker room. I turned the corner to my locker and that's when I saw the biker woman. She was standing completely naked next to a bench. Her clothes were in a neat pile under the bench. She made no effort to cover her nakedness. She was about 5'6" tall and maybe 120 lbs. Her hair was of medium length and still wet from her own shower. She had a nice face, with piercing green eyes and lush lips. Her breasts were of modest size and slightly drooping, topped with small dark nipples. I figured her measurements at 34-B, 26, 36. She had shaved off almost all her pubic hair, leaving just a small trim triangle above her clit.
I guess I stared at her for a while. Finally, the mysterious woman spread her towel on the bench and lay down. She raised her legs and bent her knees toward her ears. Her pussy lips parted and I noticed how swollen and prominent her clit and mound were and how deep pink and wet she was inside.
"Fuck me!" she growled in a husky voice. "Do it here and do it hard! Make me cum! NOW!!"
