It was many years ago; I was a single man in my early 20’s, working for a company that supplied products all over the world. I was asked to go to Austria to help with some training, initially I jumped at the chance, although not being an experienced traveller, was slightly apprehensive.
Plans were made for me to fly from London to a small airport in the northeast of the country, meet with a local salesman who would be my guide for the day, then fly back late in the evening.
The weather was not looking good, but no disruption was forecast, so I arrived at the airport as planned on a cold wintery morning.
The flight was very relaxed. Once in the air, a women started taking drinks orders. We chatted for a few minutes—she was well spoken, with a soft, calm, but confident voice which made the conversation easy.
“I hope the weather holds out for you,” she said after asking about my trip.
I watched her during the flight, she had a captivating class about her, her hair was up and her perfectly fitted uniform accentuated her figure. I slipped into daydream mode for a while, until I think she may have noticed my gaze…
We soon landed, I had no bags to wait for, so was out in no time. Once in the main building, I caught sight of a man holding a card with my name, he spoke good English, so we were able to get going straight away.
We spent the day in his office going through product ranges, as time went by, I noticed the weather was getting worse, snow, wind and very cold.
Around late afternoon I headed back to the airport rushing inside to the warmth.
I was slightly surprised just how quiet it seemed. I made my way to some seating next to an information board and looked for my flight. All good, I thought as I found my flight details just a few lines down, no gate details were available, and it looked like only a couple of flights would be leaving before the next day. That explains why so few people. I got comfortable and started writing some notes, only being distracted by the howling wind outside and occasional voices.
After hour or so I decided to go a look for a café, being such a small airport, it didn’t take me long to find out nothing was open. A person was moving around in a small information box, so I made my way over.
“Is there anywhere I can buy a drink or something?” I asked.
“Sorry no, the airport is closed.”
“What do you mean, closed!”
He explained that due to bad weather across Europe, nothing could fly and it was expected to get worst during the night.
Everything soon became clear—the screens weren’t working, and in my hurry to get into the building I had entered through the wrong doors, missing the huge board stating that all flights had been cancelled.
Panic started to set in as he told me that he had spent the last few hours checking with nearby hotels, but everything was now full.
I was sitting wondering what to do when I became aware of footsteps, laughing and loud talking. I caught sight of a small group of people walking through the building towards me. Once they were closer, I recognised a couple of them as cabin crew from my flight in the morning.
As they passed, the woman I’d been speaking with on the plane looked at me and smiled.
“Hello,” she said, “you know the flights are cancelled tonight?”
“I’ll end up sleeping here!” I said is as a joke, but I actually meant it.
The woman and a couple of her colleagues laughed.
“Well, If the flights do go tomorrow, we will see you then.” With that they continued out of sight, their voices getting quieter until I assumed they had left the terminal.
It must have been around half an hour later when I heard high heels walking quickly on the tiled floor.
“You’re not really going to stay here?” The woman from the flight asked.
“Yes, I’m sure it won’t be long before everything’s moving again.” I don’t think I really believed it though.
She smiled. “I can’t leave you here, you’re going to freeze, come with me.”
“No, no I’m fine, honestly,” I replied feeling a bit awkward.
She explained that the airline had arranged accommodation, and there was plenty of room.
“Come on!” She was not taking no for an answer, so I hesitantly picked up my things and followed her to the exit. Outside a car was waiting with the engine running, it was snowing and very cold.
On the journey we properly introduced ourselves—she was from England but spent most of her time working in Europe. The driver had told her he heard the terminal was going to close until the next day, which was why she came back.
We arrived at a luxury grand old hotel just outside the city. She spoke to the desk in perfect German, turned to me and said, “Ok, all done, we’re on the top floor.”
We made our way up to the room—it was beautiful like nothing I had ever stayed in before. There was a balcony that overlooked the city and with the snow still falling, the scene was like something from a postcard.
“This will be perfect,” I said sitting on the sofa. “Thank you for helping me out.”
“you’re welcome,” she replied. “The airline will contact me here when everything is moving again, make yourself at home.” She disappeared into the large bedroom.
I sat for a short while taking it all in, her voice quickly brought me back.
“Are you hungry, would you like to come to dinner with me?”
“I would, thank you.” I was feeling a little less awkward now.
The hotel’s restaurant was closed, but the receptionist directed us to a small place just across the road, it had an intimate setting, dimly lit with classic decor.
She had an incredibly elegant way about her, I don’t know if it was the way she spoke, the way she looked or the smell of her perfume, but something about her made it impossible for me to stop my imagination running wild.
It was a surreal experience, here was I sitting in a restaurant in the middle of a European city with a woman I had only just met—it was like something from a novel.
We walked back to the hotel just before midnight. Once back inside the warm room she said she was going to take a shower.
I sat admiring the view across the city from the large window.
It seemed no time at all when the door opened behind me and she reappeared.
“All yours…”
I turned around to see her standing in the doorway wearing a hotel bathrobe. I smiled raising my eyebrows. “Thank you…”
“The shower…” she said, also smiling.
After a quick wash, I exited the bathroom, also now wearing a hotel robe. She had taken my place by the window.
The room was mainly lit by the city lights from outside.
“I opened the minibar,” she said, handing me a drink, “I hope you like my choice.”
I could have sat in that position all night.
“Thank you so much for all this, it has been really nice to spend time with you, and very kind.”
She slowly put her drink onto the table, leaned towards me looking intently into my eyes, and spoke softly. “Well, I feel the same, although my intentions may not have been entirely innocent…”
The tension was suddenly overwhelming, my heart was beating so fast I could hardly breathe.
I hesitated for just a moment then made my move, she immediately did the same and our lips met.
We kissed slowly, but almost immediately the intensity increased, mouths open, tongues joined, the passion in her kiss left me in no doubt what she wanted to happen, and I wanted it too.
I put my hand on her shoulder, her robe opened slightly, enough for me to confirm that she was wearing nothing underneath. I pushed the robe away to expose more of her body.
I slowly moved down kissing her neck and gently biting her shoulder, sliding the robe from her and placed my hand on her waist, pulling her towards me as I started to kiss and lick her breasts.
She quietly moaned with pleasure.
Her hand moved to the inside of my knee so I pushed my legs apart hoping to encourage her to go further.
She did. I could feel her trying to reach me, so I pulled my robe apart and leant back on the chair to reveal my now very hard cock.
She took hold of me and slowly started to pull up and down. As she increased speed, her other hand caressed my balls, stroking with just her fingertips, then holding them firmly. I didn’t know how long I could last like this.
She arched forward and slowly licked the entire length of my enlarged cock with one long movement. Releasing her grip on me, she stood up from the chair and allowed her robe to fall to the floor. Even though the room was dimly lit I could see her beautiful naked body completely.
I reached out, beckoning her to come closer, placing a hand on her side, and the other hand on her leg, slowly working my way around before finding her closely trimmed pussy, rubbing my fingers back and forth until I entered her. She lifted one leg onto my chair to allow me to go deeper.
As my fingers explored her, she pushed forward, guiding me to exactly the right spot, her breathing now loud and rapid. She was so wet with the excitement pulsating through her body.
She pushed me back onto the chair and whispered with urgency, “I want to fuck you,”
“I want you to,” I eagerly replied.
Climbing onto the chair she straddled me and reached down. I watched my cock disappear as she guided it into her awaiting pussy.
With her hands on my shoulders, she moved up and down, her rhythm increasing. I leant forward and licked her nipples, placing my hands on her ass following her movements.
Her moans where becoming lounder, she had taken me fully, but wanted more, with each stroke she pushed down further, wanting every bit of me inside her. I felt her hand move between her legs as she began rubbing herself, occasional brushing my cock at the same time.
She continued her steady pace, fucking me in this position, several times reaching back to play with my swollen balls, I wanted it to last forever, but I was getting closer each time I filled her.
After many minutes, she fell forward onto me, our bodies completely embraced laying back in the chair, her arms wrapped around me.
It was my turn. I took over—pulling her ass into me. Her head was now positioned beside mine and I could clearly hear the pleasure in each breath. Sensing her orgasm was close, I thrust my cock into her frantically as she built to an amazing climax that lasted for several powerful waves.
I held her closely, giving her time to enjoy the fading sensations shifting across her body, bringing them back a little each time I gently ran my fingers across her back and arms.
After a short pause, she pulled away. I sat up as she kneeled in front of me and gripped my cock quite tightly, which was now throbbing with anticipation. Quickly, she moved her hand up and down, leaning forward to flick the end with her tongue, several times she took me into her mouth licking me furiously.
I tensed and groaned, she moved back a little lifting her head, and then, one, two and three shots of cum sprayed across her tits.
I had never cum like that before—my head was dizzy as I collapsed back in the chair, she continued to hold my limp cock, squeezing slowly until I was drained.
We spent the rest of the night together.
“Last night was better than anything I could have imagined,” I told her the next morning.
“It was exactly what I had imagined…” she said with a smile.
We got word that flights were moving again. She had been allocated a new route, so when we arrived at the airport we hugged, she kissed me and said goodbye. With that she was gone.
It took days for me to stop thinking about her, the amazing air hostess sex experience, and how lucky I had been to get caught in that weather.