F26 best delayed flight ever
My flight got delayed eight long hours. I spent the wait in the Amex lounge and there I unexpectedly bumped into my ex’s dad. We started talking and had a couple of drinks together.
He kept repeating that his son had been a complete idiot for letting me go. For a man in his early fifties, he looked surprisingly fit and strong. After a couple of drinks, I asked him exactly why he felt that way. He looked straight at me and said, “Just look at you. That beautiful face, that smooth skin, those legs… everything about you seems so soft yet firm.”
I felt my cheeks burn and laughed nervously, “I guess you’re right.”
We continued talking for another hour. Eventually he confessed he would love to discover whether his fantasies about my body matched reality. We still had five hours before the flight. I told him that was plenty of time.
He immediately booked a room at the airport hotel and asked me to wait a few minutes while he handled check-in. Soon after, I made my way to room 1104.
The second I walked in and began slipping off my coat, he gently stopped my hands. He stepped behind me, leaned in to inhale the scent of my hair, and pressed slow kisses along my neck. My whole body trembled — this was my first time with an older man, and it was my ex’s dad.
His hands explored my body over the dress, tracing my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, and my ass. He squeezed firmly, gave a light slap, and let out a deep sigh of approval. “Everything I imagined is real,” he murmured, before turning me around and kissing me with real hunger. We fell onto the bed together. He pressed his body on top of mine, grinding against me as I moaned beneath him.
He asked if I wanted to have sex. I nodded.
We undressed. He stood me in front of the mirror and slowly described every part of my body while touching it. “This is why I always pushed my son to invite you on beach trips,” he said. “So I could see this amazing body. That’s the real reason I think he’s an idiot. I’ve wanted you for a long time. Can’t believe this is happening.”
He stroked his cock once. I got on my knees and sucked him. He wasn’t huge, but the leftward curve felt perfect.
When he went down on me, he suddenly laughed and reminded me of the time his son asked for his card to pay for my laser hair removal years ago. We both cracked up. He looked up and asked if it was bad that he’d paid for it. I smiled and said it was his now — he was finally claiming it.
No condoms, but we didn’t care. He fucked me in my favorite position: missionary with my legs up, one over his shoulder, the other wrapped around him. His curved cock hit just right. He grabbed my foot, said even that was perfect with the fresh white pedicure, and sucked my toes while he kept thrusting.
He lasted so long. I climbed on top and rode him until I came hard — seconds before he filled me.
We still had time, so we set an alarm and slept for a bit.
He woke up and went to shower. I followed. This was our last round before we had to act like nothing happened. We fucked again under the water, and this time he pulled out and came on my face.
Best delay ever.