A stunning brunette walked through an airport. Turning heads with every seductive step. Finally she reached the airport bar, dropped her bag beside a table and removed her black waist length jacket laying it on the back of a chair. Just as she got settled a waitress came by and took her order. She crossed her legs and leaned back slightly in her chair. If you looked close you could tell that she needed a little vacation. Not a long one just enough to take the edge off. Through her hazel eyes, behind the lavender lens of the sunglasses, she scanned the bar watching the half smiles, winks, and inviting nods while, she nervously played with her necklace.

She pulled her purple cardigan close covering an old “I survived Dover AFB” t-shirt and began recalling the last time she had been on vacation. She had finally met a longtime online friend and they had very interesting and fun filled trip that was entirely too short. The waitress returned with her order and she sipped her Seven and Seven. She looked at her watch and saw that she only had few minutes left to catch her next flight. Excited and anxious she couldn’t wait, she was one flight away from her Aunt Ruby’s northern California retreat. Her aunt was a free spirit, fun loving, and hyper sexy woman in her mid sixties.

“May have your attention….May have your attention Please!!!!” barked over the airport intercom.

“All flights are canceled due to severe weather……All flights are canceled due to severe weather” the intercom continued to bark

“If you have any further questions about rescheduling please consult your airline personnel…thank you for using O’Hare airport.” intercom finished.

She sat shocked, couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Before she could really react her phone began to ring.

“Hello.” She said, as she answered

“Shy, it Aunt Ruby.” the voice asked

"Hey, Auntie!!" Shy hoped her eager cry would cover the disappointment at the canceled flights.


"What's wrong honey, you sound a little down?" Ruby wasn’t one to pussy-foot around. She wanted to know what was up with her niece and she wasn’t going to be steam rolled into believing everything was fine.


"They just canceled all the flights, Aunt Ruby!" Shy replied with sadness at being delayed a reunion with her favorite relative.


Ruby suspected as much from watching the weather channel. She was glad she took precautions in case this happened. That was the thing about Ruby, she always thought ahead. "Just go to the front and take a taxi to Hyatt Regency. Everything’s already taken care of." Ruby instructed.


"Really, Auntie?" Shy laughed. How like her aunt to understand her needs before she understood them herself.


"Yes it is, Hon.” Ruby so wanted to take the stress away from her niece. The only way she knew how to do that was get her out here and make her relax. “The whole top floor is yours."


Ruby thought of something just before she was going to say goodbye. "Don't you have a friend somewhere out there?"

"Yes, I do," A devilish smile came across Shy’s face. The image of her tongue gliding across the rigidness of her friend's nipple caused a warm tingle down below. The last time, they had seen each other there had been a bit of unfinished business. It needed tending this trip through Chicago.

"Sounds good, Hon,” distracted by a problem at the resort, Ruby replied quickly. “See that you do. Take care, see when you get here.” And she was gone.

Shy grabbed her things and headed for the front of the airport. She definitely wanted to get somewhere peaceful. When she got to the front of the airport she saw a single taxi sitting there. She stood there looking around and the driver walked over reaching for her bag.

"Hyatt - Regency?" He could tell by the way style of dress there was no way she was visiting the slum-lord motel owners of the area. The Hyatt-Regency wasn’t well-renown for it’s first class visitors because of it’s convenience to the airport, but also because it was one of the most expensive hotels on the strip. It catered to the best. The woman standing before him was definitely one of those.

"Yes" she replied, with a puzzled look on her face. Shy was always amazed by people who judged her by appearances. There was nothing extraordinary about the way she looked in her opinion. It was one of her endearing qualities.

"Follow me, Ma'am" he said walking toward the taxi and opening the door for her. Shy got in and he put her bag in the trunk.

A few moments later, they arrived at the hotel. As expected, from the moment the taxi stopped she was whisked away to be treated like royalty. For a second she thought they where going to carry her or something. Finally, she made it to the room and sat on the bed. Once upon the bed, Shy watched people running around like crazy. Making sure everything little was in place. Just as suddenly as they arrived, they were gone.

She poured herself a drink and went back to sat at the foot of the bed. Shy crossed her legs and let the left one bounced slowly. Holding her drink by the fingertips, Shy tried to wrap her head around the events of the day. By the looks of it, her little vacation was short to hell.

Sighing softly, she began thinking being a wife and mother were the greatest blessing a person could have. It had been a longtime since she had some time to herself. A smile stretched across her face, as she began hearing the sweet sounds of her bunch ripping and running through the house creating havoc. Her smile deepened realizing that particular sound one of life's most beautiful sounds.

Slowly sipping her drink, as the silence seeped back into the sub conscience, Shy knew there was no doubt of missing them, but she really needed this break. Taking another drink, this time a little more forcefully, Shy closed her eyes to exhaled deeply as it burned its way down to the bottom of her stomach. The drink was definitely stronger than it was supposed to be. She really didn't care she wasn't going anywhere until morning.

She walked over to the table by the suite’s door to pull some papers out from her bag. Holding up them up, she read the title.


'Crescent Motel by Mangus'


Her friend Mangus wanted her opinion on what was missing from the story. To be honest, it wasn't a bad story. The heat was there; however, it didn't flow very well. There were a lot of elements left unexplained, leaving the reader confused. An overall good story, just needed to be cleaned up a bit. The worst part, was that Mangus wasn't known for his proper grammar. Shy throw the manuscript on the bed.

Shy wanted to get comfortable before starting the undertaking task at hand. She walked over to the night stand to place her drink, checked her phone and placed it beside her drink, reached in her purse to get a pen and threw it beside the manuscript, turned the covers back, placed the extra pillows on top of the other ones, sat on the bed to kick off her shoes, and, then, scooted back toward the headboard to prop herself on the pillows behind her.

Taking a cleaning sigh, Shy picked up the story, and the pen, to make some notes. On second thought, she laid the pen down deciding to read the story again completely. Perhaps, this time it would have different feel. With another sip, she began to read; carefully read page after page. Finally, she subconsciously licked her lips. It definitely had different feel. Her soaked panties told her that. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the story. Giggling a little, Shy realized it was probably a mixture of both. Whichever it was, it sure felt good.

Laying the story off to the side, Shy leaned her head back against the headboard and closed her eyes to begin visualizing Magnus' words. Shy had to smile to herself. The way he talked about wrapping his lips around her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipples and then gently teasing them with his tongue until her nipples hardened sent a wave of heat through her body. Her own nipples began to harden. Shy, wetting her lips with her tongue, exhaled deeply. Her body started reacting to her imagining how it would feel.

Slowly unbuttoning her pants, Shy slid her hand inside. Moaning softly, her hand reached for her clit. The image in her mind changed slightly. Now instead of her being licked and suckled, Shy was doing the licking and sucking. In her mind, Shy hungrily sucked and licked the beautiful breasts of her lover and heard the lover’s deep moans as she was sucked harder, but tenderly. Shy released the tender nipple from her mouth and took a breath while looking up into eyes of her beautiful friend.

Shy’s passionate cries filled the room as she rubbed and squeezed her clit. As her fantasy played out vividly in her mind, Shy slipped a finger inside just as she did to her fantasy lover’s sweetness. Her lover's hip bucked while Shy finger-fucked that wet, juicy, hot pussy. Shy did the same to her own drenched, flaming, and desperate slit.

Her head started to spin as her pussy began to drip with flowing wetness. Adding more spice to the fantasy Shy saw out of the counter of her eye a man standing holding his cock. Before she knew what happened, she heard groans from her own lips sliding back and forth on his cock. Lost in her passion, she alternated from his cock to her breasts. Her passion continued to build and the pace quickened.

Her body had all it could take. Her free hand gripped the covers. The fingers of the other hand was buried into the depths of her pussy. Back arched, toes curled, Shy screamed as she came. Her fingers were coated with her nectar, her eye watery, Shy desperately tried to catch her breath. She laid there drained and satisfied.

Finally, she had enough energy to sit up on the edge of the bed. Still with labored breathing, she couldn't believe the intensity. It seemed, and felt, so real. Shy got up to go the sink to get some water. She quickly downed the glass of water like she hadn't any water in decades. She refilled her glass and drank another. Standing there leaning on the counter, looking in the mirror, shaking her head, Shy said the only thing she could. "Wow!"