Author's note: I forgot to recognize Angel Love for the editing of my last story and she did it for this one also. Sorry Angel, I never meant to snub the better half of this team.
I was surprised when they announced that USAir flight 153 from Tampa to DC was boarding. Looking east through the terminal window, I could see huge black clouds and an occasional bolt of lighting. The gate agent asked that we board quickly, stow our bags and get seated in order to beat the storm.
I wasn't looking forward to the flight. Because my Tampa meeting had lasted an extra four hours, I had to cancel my early afternoon flight and rebook. I lost my first class seat and was stuck in coach.
I had just cracked open a Steven King novel, when someone said, "Excuse us, we're in with you."
I looked up to see two women. They were both very attractive and in their late 20's or early 30's. I stood from my isle seat and let them climb into their seats. The first to pass into our row was a cute redhead. She was a short 5'1" and sported a few extra pounds, most in her mammoth DD-Cup tits. I noticed she had a curvy figure, cute ass and short semi-plump thighs were exposed below a jean skirt.
Her travel companion was a brunette. She had almond eyes, big lips and a thin body. She was braless and the nipples of her A-Cup breast poked through her tan tee-shirt. She also had a sexy ass and her thin legs stretched beneath a pair of mid-thigh length shorts.
As the girls settled in, we exchanged quick pleasantries and I went back to my book. The airline crew worked fast to get everyone seated, they gave their safety instructions and we were on our way. Almost.
As we taxied to the runway a ferocious storm rolled in and the airport shut down. The pilot came on the intercom and explained that the ground crews were not allowed outside while there's lightning in the area. The air control manager had ordered all planes to park on the taxiway and take-offs would resume when the storm passed.
I rolled my eyes at my neighbors and asked if they were connecting through DC. "We're going to a friend's wedding in Albany," the redhead answered. "We have a seventy minute layover. Do you think we'll make our connection?"
"I'm heading to Pittsburgh and have a ninety minute wait. We'll see."
The plane took off three hours late. As we were allowed to use our cell phones during the wait, I called my travel agent and found out that USAir had rebooked me on a 6:40am flight to Pittsburgh the next morning. My seat mates had been booked on a 7:00 a.m. flight to their destination. After considerable trouble, my agent was able to reserve a room at the airport Hyatt. I was a bit upset, as the cost was $429.00. But, at least I had a room.
During the three hour wait and the two-hour flight, I got to know both Becky, the pudgy redhead and Carla, the thin brunette. They grew up in the same small Florida town, had graduated high school together and still lived within twenty minutes of each other. They were best friends. Both girls were married and each had one young child.
They were from lower-middle-class families and admitted having to save for a year to afford the trip. Their husbands had wanted to come, but they couldn't afford four airline tickets. "Plus," said Becky, "it's been a while since we were able to get away together." She poked Carla in the ribs and both girls giggled.
"That sounds like a story I'd like to hear."
Carla had a sparkle in her eye, as she said, "We've known each other our whole lives. Believe me, it's way more than one story," and both girls laughed again.
As the flight was so late taking off, the drinks were free. I was able to sweet talk the flight attendant into three rounds for me and my friends. By the time we landed at Dulles, we were all slightly buzzed.
It was almost 9:30 p.m. when we landed and our connections were long gone. I walked with the girls to baggage claim. While Carla and I waited for our luggage, Becky went to the bank of courtesy hotel phones and tried to find them a room.
Twenty minutes later, an upset Becky approached. "I can't find any rooms at a decent price. The only rooms available are more than $400.00 and I can't afford to split that."
A dejected Carla agreed, "I can't either."
Before the girls could decide what to do, the airline announced that due to the great number of delays, all luggage would be forwarded to the connecting flights and would not be available tonight. There was a roar of angry passengers and a stampede to the customer service office.
Carla and Becky were confused as I explained what was happening. "This sucks," exclaimed Becky. "I'm buzzed from the beer, stuck in an airport and have to pee. At least I can solve one of my problems." She stomped off to a nearby women's room.
I was about to wish Carla good luck, when she looked up at me with a mischievous stare. "I'm wondering when you're going to be a gentleman and invite us to share your room?"
"Carla, if I invite you to my room, I'm afraid I'll be anything but a gentleman."
Carla's eyes flashed and her smile broadened. She stepped to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body and lips into mine. When my mouth opened, Carla plunged her tongue into my mouth and let out an urgent groan.
When she pulled her face away, she looked at me and asked, "Are you going to share?"
"It depends."
"On what?" Carla asked as she pressed her pussy against my rock hard dick.
"It depends if Becky kisses as good as you."
"Oh, I can guarantee that she'll have your mouth watering." Carla aggressively pulled me against her and kissed me hard.
Carla and I were leaning against a column when Becky approached a few minutes later. "So what the hell are we going to do tonight?"
Carla smiled at Becky and said, "If you give Chris a good kiss, he's going to invite us back to share his room."
Becky was confused at the change of direction, but quickly caught on. She smiled at Carla and said, "You're such a slut." She wrapped her fingers into my belt loop and pulled herself to me. Her giant tits pressed into my chest. As she looked me in the eye, she continued, "She's almost as big a slut as me."
Becky rose onto her toes and filled my mouth with her tongue. We kissed hard and fast and my hand reached for her skirt-covered ass and pulled her against my dick. Becky groaned as I cupped her ass cheek and humped into her twat.
"Okay, break it up, you two." When we pulled apart, Carla asked, "Are you going to share?"
I just smiled and nodded. We gathered our few carry-on bags and headed for the Hyatt courtesy shuttle. We sat close together in the back of the van. I learned that the girls had very active sex lives, until they were married five years ago. Sex with their husbands was good, but lacked the variety of their younger years.
They had been mostly faithful to their husbands. They had strayed two years ago, on a girl's trip to Las Vegas. They also shyly admitted to being bisexual. They often got together with each other to relieve their sexual frustration.
