Chance Encounter

by TheMoose63

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: This is not a stroke story per se. It is a chance encounter, an interlude between a young mother of two and an a older businessman at the Detroit airport. After their flight is delayed - sparks fly between them. How can two people ever be intimate in an airport? This is a romantic tryst and only the reader will find out how they ever got together.

The first time I noticed him I was standing in the passenger line waiting for my turn at the Northwest Airlines check-in counter in Detroit. He sauntered up to the First Class/Gold Card Members line and presented the agent his tickets. Even wearing a suit coat I could tell that he had a great ass! He appeared to be around six foot-four, maybe in his late forties or early fifties, salt and pepper hair and very trim. All he carried with him was a briefcase.

The next time I bumped into him - literally - was at the check-in counter at Gate 17 as we both stepped up to check in for our flight.

He looked at me, smiled, and then took a step backward and said, "Excuse me, you first." Then, still sporting his beautiful smile, he stepped backwards and let me get my seating assignment.

I smiled back at him, my eyes taking in his body. "No problem and thank you."

After receiving my seat assignment and boarding pass I walked over to the gift shop and picked up a copy of USA Today and then returned to the gate and looked for a place to sit while waiting for them to call for boarding. I noticed that he was sitting by the window next to a large potted palm and that the adjacent seat was empty and on a spur of the moment thought; I walked over and sat down next to him. I'm really not sure why I did that, after all I am a 32-year old married mother of two children, and a walking advertisement for soccer moms. I've been married nine years and have never even given a moment's thought to being unfaithful to my husband. Oh, from time to time, I check out the good-looking men; but looking doesn't harm anyone. But there was something in this man that intrigued me, I mean really intrigued me! If I were ever in my life going to cheat on my husband, it would definitely be with someone like him. He was what I always had thought of as handsome man; he was tall, well build, sexually alluring, definitely a man's man. I sat in the chair pretending to read my paper but catching furtive glances of him out of the corner of my eye. Did he know I was checking him out? I didn't think so, but it was hard to tell because he had his face buried inside a Wall Street Journal.

Damn, I was right, Jim thought, she is watching me, not overtly, but casually out of the corner of her eye. I had been pretty sure that she was watching after I bumped into her at the gate, but now that she had sat beside me I was positive. I mean there were 20 or 30 empty seats in the waiting area, but she chose the seat right next to me. Well she was a good-looking woman, probably on a business trip just like me. I wonder if she is looking for something or someone, perhaps we could get together in D.C.?

"On a business trip?"

I was so startled by his question that I almost jumped out of my seat. "Excuse me?"

"I was just wondering if you were on a business trip. I mean you are nicely dressed, not like your typical tourist, so I figured you were either in Detroit on business or headed to D.C. on business."

"Oh, well thanks for the compliment, but no, I'm not on a business trip, I was just up here visiting my mother. I'm on my way home to D.C., well actually to Northern Virginia. I live there. Well, we live there, my husband and two kids. Old Town Alexandria." Good God she thought, I'm babbling like a schoolgirl.

"I see. Well I'm headed to D.C. on business, just a couple of days then home to Cleveland." He held out his hand, "By the way, my name is Jim, Jim Dalton."

She shook his hand. "Patty England, nice to meet you Jim. So you're from Cleveland? I guess I thought that being in Detroit... well you know."

"Ah, I see. No I am just connecting in Detroit. There are no direct flights on Northwest from Cleveland into the District.

"Why don't you fly some other airline then?"

"Businessmen always pick a primary airline so the frequent flier miles pile up in one airline account. I am a 'Million Miler' with Northwest, which always gets me free upgrades to First Class, as well as head of the line and early boarding privileges. When you travel as much as I do it's all about the perks."

"Gosh I never knew there were so many privileges for frequent fliers."

After that simple exchange the conversation pretty much died down as he went back to reading his WSJ and she opened the Life section of USA Today. Just then the boarding area intercom erupted with a burst of static as the gate agent made an announcement.

"May I have your attention please? All passengers on flight 1173, Detroit to Washington Reagan National airport please listen carefully. There is a huge thunderstorm in the Memphis area and our plane that was due here in twenty minutes is still sitting on the tarmac in Memphis. At this time we do not have another piece of equipment available here in Detroit but there are other Northwest flights available, albeit with limited seating. If you would like to reschedule on another flight please see the gate agent for assistance. I'm sorry, but it looks as if this will be a lengthy delay. We apologize for this inconvenience and thank you for flying Northwest Airlines."

Patty looked over at Jim. "Oh, I guess we should go to the counter and try to reschedule?"

"Nope, that's a bad idea! You never go to a gate agent; they are always overwhelmed with the rush of people. Come with me and I'll show you how to beat the game."

She followed Jim down the corridor until they reached a recessed door with a small sign reading 'Northwest Airlines WorldClub', he hit the buzzer and when the door buzzed back Jim pulled it open. Once they were inside Patty saw a large exclusive club that featured a food center, a bar, offices and a huge lounge area. Jim walked up to the counter and checked them both in then gave the clerk both his and Patty's tickets.

"We're on the way to DC and the 1173 flight is really delayed and I was wondering if you could get me and my business associate on another flight, together preferably."

The agent smiled up at both of them, and then replied, "We'll check Mr. Dalton. Why don't you and Ms. England wait in the lounge, I'll call you when we have something confirmed."

"Thanks, I appreciate your help." He took a hold of Patty's hand and led her into the lounge. "How about a drink."

She glanced down at her watch, 3:30 p.m., "Sure, why not."

"What would you like?"

"Hummm, a white wine would be nice." She watched as he opened the small bar fridge, spotted an opened bottle of Chablis and poured her a glass. "Are the drinks here free? I mean I don't see anywhere to pay for them."

He chuckled at her question. "Oh they're free alright, but club dues are four hundred dollars a year, so they get their money back."

He led her over into a corner and an L-shaped settee and they had just settled in when the Northwest agent came up to them.

"Excuse me, Mr. Dalton. I found a 5:45 flight and booked both you and Ms. England into First Class, I hope that's alright?"

"Yes, that's great and thanks for your help."

Patty listened as the attendant explained the details to Jim. When the agent left Patty turned to Jim, "God, First Class no less. That's great Jim, how can I ever thank you?

"Well having you around for company while we wait for the next two hours is reward enough for me."

"Excuse me Jim but I have to call my husband so he'll know when to pick me up." She picked up the handset on the side table, dialed in her credit card number and when her husband answered told him her flight had been delayed and her new flight number. "Oh nothing honey, I'm just setting here in the airport reading a paper. I love you too."

Jim noted that she hadn't told her husband she was in the WorldClub or that she was with someone else. That was a good sign.

They both sat there, sipping their glasses of wine, chatting and looking at each other. Nothing was said or even implied but the sexual tension between the two of them was escalating and becoming unimaginable; Patty felt it and Jim did too. She was watching his eyes as he mentally undressed her and as piece after piece of her imaginary clothing disappeared, the hotter she became. Patty had never experience anything like this in her life; her nipples became hard and she knew that she was leaking in her panties. God, she thought, the feeling is exhilarating!

"Jim I don't mean to be so... ah... forward, but..."

"Me too Patty. I don't come on to women I have just met but I have never met a woman who has excited me as quickly as you have. I can't explain it; it is just what it is."

"Look Jim, I've been married for nine years and have never even though about cheating on my husband, but I swear to God if I had a place right now I would fuck your brains out, excuse my French!"

Jim laughed at her use of the vulgarity. "Well, let me see if there isn't something that I can do to remedy that problem - about a place I mean. Oh, and the vulgarity... it's OK, I speak French too."

She watched as he set down his glass of wine and walked out to the reception desk. He was back in a couple of minutes, smiling down at her and swinging a key on a handle.

"What's the key for?"

"I rented one of their private business office booths. As the name implies, they are private, they have a couch, chairs and a table and this one has a sink and towels. We have it reserved for the next two hours."

He took her hand and helped her up off the settee. "Grab your purse and let's go."

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