Something for the weekend. Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Something for the weekend. Chapter 1

... the keyboard and the printer behind her started up with an audible clunk. "Okay, great. That's you checked in for the return flight tomorrow and here's confirmation of your booking in the airport hotel and your discount code for your room rebate. The entrance to the hotel is across the concourse and passed the last car rental desk, enter the lift and the reception is on the second floor. I hope you enjoy your stay, sorry again that you didn't get your flight." He thanked her, turned and made his way passed the by now sizable group of people waiting to be seen at the desk, accidentally bumping into someone as he fumbled for his phone in his jeans pocket. "I'm sorry, excuse me," he said. The woman quickly looked up from talking on her phone and gave an acknowledgment with her eyes. Two paces later her fragrance caught in his nostrils, a scent he couldn't quite place but had definitely smelt before. Turning to give another woman a second look wasn't something he did often, even after twenty years of marriage but when he found a place in the crowd to look over his shoulder all he could glimpse of her was her shoulder length brown hair and black cardigan. He couldn't be sure but he thought he saw a flash of a purple dress and then she was gone, swallowed by the crowd. *** The voice inside her head screamed, Please don't let that queue be for my flight, as she entered the terminal and saw the gaggle of people clustered around the customer services desk of the airline she was ...

... flying with. Scanning the departure boards only confirmed her worst fear. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck... Her shitty day had just gotten as bad as it could get. Nope, she thought, That'll happen when I have to call home. The realisation that she had to call her husband and let him know that she would be late home at best was enough to have her dig the heels of her palms into her temples and close her eyes. Her boss would love this, after all it was Lorna that insisted on her coming down by plane to meet a troublesome supplier instead of travelling by train as she usually did. Due to it being the Easter weekend all the trains were booked weeks in advance but HR had found a cheap day return flight and Lorna said that it would be preferable to have a face to face meeting rather than her suggestion of a video call. As she joined the back of the queue she closed her eyes again and rolled her shoulders to try and relieve some of the tension only to sigh exasperatedly when she realised she was wasting her time, she was properly stressed and nothing short of a full on massage would help. Scanning the crowd gave her some satisfaction, there was nothing she enjoyed more than a spot of people watching and as she was going to be here awhile she could indulge herself with making up back stories for the other travellers on her flight. A grumpy looking elderly gent barged his way passed the couple in front of her muttering about a bloody hotel for the night. Just what I need, an overnight delay she thought. ...