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“Lufthansa flight from Frankfurt to Bangalore has been canceled due to inclement weather. Passengers are requested to contact the nearest Lufthansa service desk…”
“Fuck me!” she muttered quite loudly, throwing up her arms dramatically, as the airline announcement continued, first in English and then in German.
Amused at her choice of words, I thought, ‘glad to oblige,’ and smiled inwardly. Closing the book I was reading, I picked up my back pack and headed towards the Lufthansa desk, just a few paces behind her.
No I didn’t know her, nor was she someone I would have actively thought of sexually. It’s just that she had managed to draw attention to herself, from the time she arrived at the lounge an hour ago.
As she made herself the center of attention, I gave her some attention, checking her out.
Full lips, shapely body that exuded sensuality, bespectacled almond shaped eyes — while she wasn’t a conventional beauty, she had a sexual magnetism about her.
I would have been willing to bet she would be a fire cracker in bed and, being the perpetually horny guy that I am, I couldn’t help start mentally undressing her and imagining doing naughty things to her.
Obviously her day wasn’t going well. A journey across the world isn’t exactly comfortable, but when the journey gets punctuated with unexpected and unpleasant events, even the most patient among us can get irritated.
Clearly, patience didn’t seem to be a virtue one would associate with her.
At the Lufthansa counter, it was more cursing and irritation — not just from her, but from most passengers.
I was irritated too, but there wasn’t much I could say that wasn’t already being said to the hapless airline staff members, so I just stood by the side and listened.
As frustrated as the passengers were, she was by far the loudest and angriest of the lot. I shook my head.
It’s not like Lufthansa could control the weather. It was better to ground flights than to send passengers on a risky journey through a storm that was expected to beat the last 20 years records.
Ours wasn’t the only flight that had been grounded. Nearly all flights out of Frankfurt had to be grounded for passenger and crew safety.
It wasn’t something that happened everyday, and yet, passengers seemed to have lost a connection with logic as they complained and shouted.
Some got busy on the phone with family members, appraising them of the situation, a few others — like me — shot off emails and messages from their phones to those expected to be waiting for us in Bangalore.
As the crowd at the counter started thinning, I slowly made my way through the dispersing crowd towards the counter. I wanted to check about accommodation options till the weather cleared. Just as I reached the desk, I heard the lady at the counter explain…
“Ma’am all flights have been grounded. Please call ahead because hotels are getting filled up.”
“Fuck me,” I heard her curse under her breath again.
“Is there a list of hotels and phone numbers you could give us?” I asked, trying to find a solution amidst the chaos.
The lady handed me a sheet similar to the one in the hands of many passengers. It had a list of hotels, the distance from the hotel and hotel phone numbers. It also listed which hotels offered shuttle services.
It took half an hour of calling before a hotel said they had a few rooms still. Yes, they had a shuttle and gave me directions to where I could find it, but warned that because of the number of stranded passengers, they had to take on guests on a first come, first served basis, and urged me to get there as quickly as I could.
A few minutes later, I had boarded the shuttle and the driver said we would be off in just a few minutes, as soon as another passenger arrived. I sat there, tapping my foot impatiently. Every passing minute reduced the chances of getting a room and I did not fancy being out in the January cold, when the worst of the storm hit. I needed that room.
I groaned inwardly when she boarded the shuttle three minutes later. Of course, I had to get the most obnoxious and angry passenger headed to the same hotel with me.
“You can’t be serious!” she fumed at the hotel receptionist.
“I am sorry Ma’am, but that was the last room,” the lady said apologetically. “I can give you numbers of other hotels nearby and you can use the complimentary phone in the lobby to find a hotel that has rooms.”
As soon as we reached the hotel, I had tipped the driver and ran to the reception. I had just collected my key when she arrived at the counter. I did not know that I had got the last room. While I thanked my stars, I felt bad for a fellow stranded traveler.
I stood by and watched the argument for a while.
“Excuse me,” I said finally, taking pity on the receptionist. Handing her my room key, I added “I don’t mind looking for another hotel, please accommodate the lady.”
“I don’t need your pity,” she snapped at me.
“Hello?” I said, taken aback at the reaction. I would have thought she would be thankful and relieved at the gesture.
“Sir,” the receptionist said, “I would advise you to hold on to your room. The chances of getting a room in any hotel are slim for the next few days till the weather clears.”
“And what am I supposed to do?” she barked at the receptionist, ” if there are no rooms, what good is it going to do me to sit in your lobby and call hotels?”
“I am sorry ma’am,” the receptionist said, “there really is nothing I can do.”
The two continued arguing and I contemplated walking away, but I just couldn’t. I suspected offering to help again would probably result in another angry response, but I had to try.
“May I suggest something,” I said, and I held up my hands in surrender as she turned towards me angrily, “just listen ok? I am trying to help. Shouting at me isn’t going to solve the problem for you.”
Suddenly, she seemed to realize what she was doing and looked down embarrassed, “I am sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to take off on you.”
“I know,” I said, “we’ve all had a bad day. So why don’t we do this… why don’t we head to the restaurant. I am sure getting some food will help. We can both call hotels over dinner. Surely, two people calling would improve the chances of getting a room?”
The receptionist gave me a silent ‘thank you’ look. She seemed hesitant and almost ready to take off on the receptionist again.
“I am Vijay by the way,” I said, extending my hand just as she was about to turn away.
“Menka,” she replied shaking my hand.
“Going to Bangalore?” I asked, “Sorry…but I thought you were at the Lufthansa Bangalore counter.”
“Yes,” she said, seeming to calm down, “for two days before heading home to Chittagong.”
“You from Bangladesh?” I said smiling, I hadn’t realized she wasn’t an Indian. Given her accent, I thought she was from West Bengal or thereabouts.
I picked up her bag as we made small talk and started heading towards the restaurant. Menka followed, the argument with the receptionist forgotten for the time being.
Between calling hotels and eating, when calls were on hold, we talked about what we do. I learned that she was a fashion designer who had catapulted to success quite rapidly and the success itself was causing friction in her married life, because her husband was feeling jealous about a wife who is more successful than him. I also found out that her temper tantrums did not help the cause either.
With every call her frustrations were rising and even my patience was beginning to wear thin. By the time dinner ended and I paid the bill, we still had no luck finding a hotel for her.
Still working the phones, we picked up our bags and made our way out of the restaurant. I was speaking with the front office of one of the hotels and unconsciously made my way towards the elevators. It was only when the loss of signal resulted in the calls ending that both of us realized we were in the elevator riding up to my floor.
I burst out laughing at the situation and that seemed to light a match with Menka who unleashed on me — blaming me for her situation, calling me insensitive for laughing at her predicament.
I was defensively trying to calm her when the elevator stopped at my floor and the doors opened. She was still shouting at me when I stepped out and tried to back away, hoping that the elevator doors would shut behind me and take her back down to the lobby. I was feeling bad about leaving a stranded lady to fend for herself, but after a 12 hour journey and hours spent at the airport, the last thing I needed was for someone to chew my head off over something that wasn’t even my fault.
I had no such luck as she stepped out of the elevator screaming at me, waving her finger in my face blaming me for everything under the sun.
“Stop, stop, stop,” I kept saying, softly, holding my hands up in surrender, backing away towards my room, but unable to raise my voice to shut up a stranded lady with no help.
We were soon outside my room. She was between me and the room door, unconsciously blocking me from inserting my key and getting into my room and shutting her ranting out.
I was on the verge of screaming at her or pushing her back, just to make her stop. Instead, I don’t know what got into me and I pressed my lips against hers, pinning her between me and the door.
That sure shut her up. I kept my lips on hers till she stopped mumbling and pushed me back.
As we stepped back, she was panting, her chest heaving with every breath, but the verbal barrage had stopped. I was bracing myself for a slap that I was certain was coming.
I was taken aback when, after a few moments of collecting herself, she pounced on me, kissing me hard, almost angrily.
Her hands wrapped around my neck and her tongue was in my mouth.
Fumbling behind her, I managed to unlock the door and we stumbled inside, still kissing hungrily.
I kicked the door shut and cupped her breasts under her saree. Menka gasped in my mouth as I squeezed her breasts over her blouse. I could feel her nipples harden through the fabric of her blouse as I squeezed her boobs.
Our mouths were glued to each other and we were hungrily sucking on each others tongue as we started undressing each other. By the time I had stripped her saree off, she had ripped my shirt off, taken my belt off and was unbuttoning my pants.
I pushed Menka on the bed. While I got rid of my pants, she unbuttoned her blouse. There was no bra and her glorious breasts dotted with erect nipples beckoned me.
Her breasts, though not very big, were creamy and jiggled as she stripped out of her blouse.
Her areolas, just over an inch across, were a darker shade of brown compared to her dusky complexion and at their center were two proud, erect and hard nipples begging to be sucked.
Menka’s eyes widened in surprise when I pulled my underwear down, releasing my semi-erect shaft. Evidently, she had expected something smaller going by her expression of surprise and I smiled.
Grabbing her ankles, I slid my hands up her inskirt , caressing the inside of her legs. Bending over her, I kissed her again while I started rubbing her over her panties. Within minutes, I could feel dampness on her panties and started pulling them down.
When her panties came off, I smelled her musky wetness before tossing them on the floor.
Her inskirt soon followed and we were now both stark naked.
Getting on her hands and knees, she licked the head of my cock in her mouth, caressing my balls.
“Wow,” she said before taking me in her mouth, “you are big!”
She started caressing my balls and sucking on my shaft and it didn’t take long for me to be rock hard. I tried to make her stop sucking me, but she seemed determined to keep going.
So, I lay on the bed and made her get on top of me so we could both enjoy each other.
While she hungrily sucked and stroked my shaft, I devoured her pussy. She was already dripping wet and I licked her wetness from her pussy before sucking on her pussy lips and clit.
Neither of us lasted, cumming violently over each others’ mouths within a matter of minutes.
While Menka collapsed on the bed spent after her orgasm, I had only got warmed up after mine.
Laying next to her, I started sucking on her tits while caressing her pussy with my fingers. I kissed her lips, sucked on her tongue, tasting my cum mixed with her saliva, kissed and licked her neck and sucked on both her tits hungrily.
All the while, I was stimulating her clit with my fingers and soon Menka started moaning.
“Not done yet?” she groaned as her hips started moving in rhythm with my fingers.
“Not even close,” I mumbled into the tit that I was sucking. “you are so damn hot, I am just getting started.”
“You like angry young women?” she said giggling — it was the first time I had seen her not stressed or angry and she looked absolutely beautiful, smiling and relaxed.
Spreading her legs, I got between them and took her pussy in my mouth.
“You know,” she said grabbing my hair and pushing my face down into her, “my soon to be ex-husband never did that.”
“His loss,” I said sucking on her clit and shoving two fingers inside her.
“Oh Maaaa….” she groaned thrusting her pelvis into my mouth as I ate her, lapping up her wetness, “you like it?”
“Yummm” I said into her pussy, eating and fingering her.
Five minutes later, she quivered, screamed and exploded with her second orgasm.
I ate and fingered her right through it and just as it was subsiding, she had her third and then a fourth orgasm.
She kept cumming and I hungrily fed on her pussy juices.
When I showed no intentions of stopping even after her fourth orgasm, she begged me to fuck her.
By now I was hard — as I usually get when a woman cums in my mouth — and ready for action again.
Entering her, I immediately started plowing hard into her, drilling her hard and deep.
“Aah, aah, aah, aah….” she groaned with every thrust of my hardness in her. I kept moving faster and faster till I was pounding her with a frenzy. I felt myself near my release after fucking her for ten minutes.
Just as I erupted inside her, she screamed and shook violently with yet another orgasm.
I kept moving in her till the last of my cum was deposited deep inside her.
“Fuck me!” she groaned when I finally collapsed on top of her, “that was incredible.”
“Fuck you again?” I said and we both burst out laughing at her choice of words.
I kissed her and sucked on her tits for a while before the exhaustion of a long day and the incredible sex took over and I drifted off to sleep, my limp cock still inside Menka’s pussy.
When I woke up a few hours later, Menka was by the window, looking out into the raging blizzard that had hit the town.
“You know,” she said without turning — she must have heard me stir in bed and realized I was awake, “that hasn’t happened in over two years.”
“What do you mean,” I said, wiping my eyes and trying to shake the sleepiness out. She had changed into a different saree, while I lay naked under the sheets.
“Something died and I don’t even know what or when.” she continued sadly, as if I hadn’t even spoken, “I buried myself into building my business and as he started resenting my success, we just drifted apart. Leave alone sex, I don’t think we have even kissed in more than two years.”
Turning away from the window, she looked at me and added, “would you believe me if I said you are the only man besides my husband that I have slept with?”
“Regretting it already huh?” I said understanding the moral conflict she must have been feeling.
She shook her head, “On the contrary, I don’t remember when I have felt more alive or happy.” she said, “I know he’s been screwing around on me, so no, I have no regrets. I think a part of me knew he was cheating on me and that made me bitter towards everything.”
“For what it’s worth,” I said, now fully awake, “you are anything but bitter. You were incredible and taste heavenly. And I am sorry for having fallen asleep on you… literally.”
That made her giggle, “yeah, about that, it took me ten minutes to push you off me.”
“Did you get any sleep at all?” I asked.
“Some, after I showered.” she said, “I just woke up some time back.”
She came up and sat at the edge of the bed, “why did you kiss me?” she asked, and then putting her palm on her forehead, she added, “I mean I was so rude and…my God, I was terrible to you when you were trying to help.”
“Honestly,” I said, laughing at the memory, “I was torn between screaming at you and slapping you.”
“What?” she said, “that bad huh?”
“Yup, yup,” I said nodding, “I kissed you just to shut you up and give you something else to think about. I actually expected you to slap me after that.”
“I don’t know what came over me,” she said, shaking her head and laughing with me. There was a knock on the door and she explained, “I ordered some food. That was some workout,” she giggled at that.
“Give me a few minutes to freshen up” I said and got off the bed to my way to the bathroom.
As she passed me on her way to the door, I saw her eyes linger at my crotch for a fleeting moment.
I relieved my bladder and brushed my teeth before stepping in the shower. As the hot water hit my body, my muscles relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of the water washing away the exhaustion of a long day.
When Menka stepped into the shower a few minutes later, she was naked. Just watching her naked body had me erect instantly. We kissed and caressed each others’ bodies for a while.
“I thought you were hungry,” I said when we broke the kiss.
“Food can wait,” she said going down on her knees, “I want something else right now.”
Taking my hardness in her mouth, she sucked and stroked me for a while.
“Think you can do it again?” she asked finally.
“Only one way o find out.”
We fucked for fifteen minutes in the shower and she came just moments before I creamed her pussy for the second time that night.
We continued to shower and clean each other for close to half an hour before my cock started to stir in her hand again.
“I don’t believe this,” she said giggling, “you are going hard again.”
“That’s a compliment to how incredible you are you know?” I said, smiling.
“Fuck me!” she said.
“Gladly,” I replied.
As we both laughed, I carried her out of the shower and back to bed. I ate her through two orgasms before creaming her pussy for the third time that night before both of us fell asleep again.
“Good morning sexiness,” I said when Menka finally woke up. I had woken up an hour earlier and showered.
I was sitting by the window, where she had been when I woke up in the middle of the night, but instead of watching the storm outside, I was enjoying watching Menka sleep, admiring every inch of her nakedness.
“Stop staring,” she said and we both laughed as she pulled the sheets to cover up her nakedness.
“So,” I said, “How awake are you? Because I have bad news and good news.”
“Not awake enough,” she said glancing out the window, “but I can guess at the bad news.”
“Not that,” I said, “this is something else.”
“You don’t have some horrible STD do you?” she said suddenly worried, “you fucked me without a condom and came inside me… multiple times now.”
I laughed shaking my head, “I don’t, but it looks like you are awake enough to play 20-questions.”
“ok, ok…” she said sitting up, the covers falling just enough to show most of her breasts above them, “wake me up with the bad news then.”
“The food you were hungry for last night is stone cold and probably not any good.”
“That’s the bad news?” she said throwing a pillow vaguely in my direction.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, “but the good news is, we have both hot tea and coffee for her sexiness to choose from. I just didn’t know which you preferred, if any.”
“Her sexiness will have some tea, thank you,” she said theatrically sitting up pretending to be royalty, making the sheets slide completely off her breasts, “and two sugars please.”
“Coming right up,” I said. As I fixed her a cup of tea and a cup of coffee for myself, I noticed that Menka made no effort o cover her naked breasts.
I kissed her before handing her the cup of tea.
“Thank you,” she said accepting it from me. After taking a sip of the hot tea, she sighed and added, “and thank you for last night.”
“It was my pleasure entirely,” I said honestly thinking back to how thoroughly I had enjoyed her body again and again last night.
“I didn’t know I was getting into a monster’s bed,” she added giggling, “but your monster was exactly what I needed to shake off the cloud I have been living under.”
“Was?” I said, fake pouting before we both laughed.
We talked some more about her life as we sipped tea. I took her cup and set it on the table when she was done.
“I have some more bad news and maybe some good news,” I said after I had set both our cups on the table and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Ok,” she said, “again, hit me with the bad news first.”
“I was listening to the news a while back, and they expect the storm to get worse before it starts easing up. The forecast is that the airport will remain closed for at least three more days.”
“Fuck me!” she groaned, “that sucks. So what’s the good news.”
“The monster promises to stay awake and at the service of her sexiness as long as the storm lasts.”
“Some clouds do have silver linings don’t they,” she said dramatically licking her lips, “being stranded may not be so bad after all.”
THE END.
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