Serendipity Shower

Serendipity: good luck in making unexpected and fortunate discoveries. fluke, good fortune, good luck. a stroke of luck.

I wasn't supposed to be there that day. Life in the airlines involves ups and downs, from the plane itself to the daily flight schedule. The joke within the industry was, 'Don't make overnight plans because you might not end up there'. Once a crew received notice of a reroute to their schedule, the questioning began, "Okay, who made dinner plans in Omaha?" Today that was me. My sister lives there and we were to meet at a favorite restaurant. Not so fast!

Looks like I was heading to Tampa for an unscheduled overnight. Oh well. Could be worse. Tampa has a nice hotel for aircrews, complete with gym and rooftop pool. I always travel with black gym shorts that can double as a swimsuit and a pair of Speedo goggles. With iPhone, earbuds, water bottle, and goggles in hand I head for the pool. Oh, and room key. Don't forget the room key or the room number. It's embarrassing when your key doesn't work, only to find out you're standing in front of yesterday's room number from yesterday's city.

I grab a hotel blue and white striped towel and find a lounge chair with the umbrella already casting the right amount of shade over my spot. Walking toward the second row of lounge chairs, I can't help but notice a shapely middle-age lady with sandy blonde hair in a black bikini, wearing brown reflective sunglasses. I purposely choose to step by her on the way to my chosen spot. Wow, what nice breasts she has. She was in great shape for someone probably in her 40s.

Having established my nest using the small round table in the shade of the umbrella, I took off my shirt, picked up my goggles, passed by the pretty lady, again, purposely, and head toward the pool stairs. Thankfully, there were only two adults talking in the pool, and not any kids to get in my way. Swimming is the best exercise and I counted off my laps, completing 500 yards in 8 minutes, like clockwork. Some days I swim 1000 or 1500 yards (nearly a mile), but today I just wanted to wake my body up and get back to my book on my phone.

Stepping out of the pool, I made a third trek next the bathing beauty, only this time she's lying on her stomach, her head turned to the side and eyes closed. I made certain not to drip cold water on her as I passed.

I settled back into my chair and got ready to tackle the last chapter of James Michener's 1200-page book, "Texas". With my phone resting in my lap, I read, but couldn't help but notice Miss Bikini is dozing right beyond the top of my screen. In a stroke of good luck, she rolls to her back, her beautiful, full, firm breasts pointed to the sun.

The talk from the chairs nearby was that the hotel didn't staff the pool bar, located just 30 feet to our right. After several minutes of afternoon reading, it was getting hot and it was 5:00. Time for a cool happy hour cocktail from the hotel bar. I put on my shirt and stepped up alongside the beautiful lady. "I'm going to grab a drink from inside. Want anything?"

Shading her eyes as she looked up at me, she asked, "What are you going to have?"

"Probably a whiskey and soda."(trying to keep the calories down.)

"Oh that sounds good. I'll have one, too."

My kind of lady.

Down at the bar I ordered two Buffalo Trace whiskies with soda, "Make them a double."

The fun game my brother and I play is ordering the whiskey from the bottle with not much left, and there's a reason. Sarah, the bartender, measures the legal double pours into both plastic cups full of ice, then looks at the near-empty bottle, glances at me with a smile, and splits the contents between the glasses. Add a splash of soda and I charged them to my room.

Cabana Boy (me) carried the two golden drinks along the pool's edge and delivered the drink to the Whiskey Lover.

"Sit down and join me," she said and we spent the next hour learning about each other. Both work in the airline's; she's a flight attendant for another company and had been in this new career field for just two years. Like me, she was on a reroute and not supposed to be in Tampa that day.

We talk about our adult children and then I find out she's 54, and still maintains an incredible body. She had been a college softball player and still worked out and ate well. It showed. She asked about the local area and I told her where the restaurant district was, easily walking distance from the hotel. I stood to show her where to walk and she joined me at the wall around the pool as I pointed to the collection of buildings she wanted to go to for sushi. As she stood next to me, I couldn't help but notice that she was almost as tall as me, and still maintained a flat firm stomach. Pretty incredible for a lady of 54. By now, finished our drinks and were feeling the effects in the Florida sun.

She said, "Well, I'm going to go shower and get ready for dinner."

"I'm ready to go, too." I told her. We collected our belongings and I followed her towards the elevator, taking note of the towel wrapped around her bikini bottom, and her strong, bare shoulders.

Once in the elevator we both realized we were on the 18th floor. As the elevator rose, so did my courage. I stood close to her and when I looked at her she smiled warmly. I leaned toward her and she doesn't react negatively. I moved in to kiss her and she obliged by wrapping her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately as the elevator rose. Other things were rising, too.

The elevator door opened and we both stepped out, her arm touching mine. We walked in silence to my door. I look at her and she smiled.

I opened the door and we both stepped in. Dropping our items on the bed, she moved in assertively for a kiss, our lips part, and our tongues swirled in a wonderful mouth dance.

"Would you like to take a shower?" I asked.

"I'd love to," she replied, "But let me go to the bathroom first."

I stepped aside as she brushed past me. She left the door open which was intriguing but I gave her her space. I heard the sounds of her tinkling as I pulled off my wet shorts.

After flushing, she stepped out of the bathroom, naked, revealing the most beautiful hour-glass body I've ever been near. Wow. Mr. Happy was at full attention and very glad he wasn't in Omaha. Her perfect, large breasts were topped with raspberry nipples. Taking in the sight of her thin waist, I gazed south, past her cute belly button to a thin streak of pubic hair leading to the magical crevice between her long smooth legs. You could tell she was an athlete by the looks of her muscular thighs and butt. She must've been a softball player. Imagine those lovely breasts running the bases.

"Shall we?" she asked, and I followed her into the bathroom, wonderfully equipped with a large glass shower, topped by a big, square rainmaker shower head. She turned on the hot water, but it can take awhile to warm up in these tall hotels.

"It's not warm yet." she said with her hand under the cold rainwater shower. That was pretty apparent, as her nipples darkened and hardened. Waiting for the shower to warm, I bent down below her chin and sucked in her left nipple, kissed her cleavage, then kissed and sucked her right breast.

Our shower began to steam, as did our passion. We joined together in an aggressive, I-could-just-eat-you-kiss, under the powerful, warm downpour.

Stepping back, she made a show of pumping shower gel into her hand and then rubbing the suds around her tits as I enjoyed the show. "Enjoying this?" she asked. Well that was very apparent at this point, my dick twitching with excitement. Pumping a bit more gel, she rubbed her soapy hands on my chest, down my torso, then, using one hand and then the other, she soaped up my cock.

With every pass of her hand over the tip of my dick, an electrical charge went off sending a shudder up my spine. Knowing I wanted the evening to last longer, I brushed her away and fought the urge to come too soon.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her butt cheeks as I pressed my cock against to thin, coarse strip of pussy hair. We continued kissing as she let out a throaty "Mmmmm..."

I turned to place her back against the vanilla colored tiles and with my left hand under her right knee, I lifted her bent leg up. Our kissing never stopped as I squatted slightly to place the smooth tip of my shaft into the slippery lips of her pussy. Standing up, I thrust inside her as she arch her back and groaned. I was making love to a supermodel, every man's dream.

After a minute of this rhythmic vertical dance, she placed both hands on my chest and whispered, "Don't come yet." Agreeing not to end our chance encounter too soon, I slowly pulled out and lowered her leg.

Still enjoying herself, she cooed, "Let's move this into the bedroom."

Turning off the shower head, we reached for two towels and took turns drying off each other's mid-section. My dick sent up another electrical spark as her towel passed over the tip. I didn't miss the opportunity to make certain her labia was dry, of shower water anyway.

Following her by the hand to the king size bed, she laid across it and said, "Come up here, but face that way," pointing to her pink painted toenails.

I did as directed and she pulled my dick into her mouth as I parted her pussy to expose her clit.

Our desire to please each other continued for another few glorious minutes, then I had an idea. Rolling off of her I said, "Roll on your tummy." And she complied with a quizzical look. I straddled the back of her thighs just below her butt and began massaging her neck and athletic shoulders. As my dick enjoyed a few minutes of recuperation, it lowered from vertical to rest between her butt cheeks. My massage continued as I worked my way down her spine to small of her back. With fingers spread and thumbs on her backbone, I pressed firmly, sliding back up to the top of her neck.

I rolled off to her left and she asked, "The massage is over?"

"Not yet," I said, as I pulled her left leg toward me, parting her legs. I gently caressed her butt with my right hand and then slid my hand between her legs. I stroked downward to find her clit resting in the bottom of its pea pod.

"Mmmmm...." she moaned.

I continued fingering her clit as her pussy juices flowed, soaking the bedcovers below her.

She began panting and pulsing her pelvis in time with my stroking. Finally, she grabbed the sheets and buried her face in covers to scream. Her pelvis was now drilling into the mattress as her clit played Keep Away with my middle finger. Her waves of pleasure continued for several more seconds and then she collapsed into a restful bliss, unable to move for a quiet minute.

Finally, she picked up her head, smiled at me and said, "My turn."

She came up to match my kneeling position and then playfully pushed me on my back. Crawling down the bed towards my feet, she paused to wiggle her ass in my face. Giggling, she continued down, then turned around to face me. Pushing my knees apart she hovered her face over my cock. With her head bent downward, she let her light brown hair tickle my thighs, then lowered her chest to caress my thighs with her firm nipples.

With her right hand, she guided my dick into her warm mouth and began sucking as she slowly bobbed her head up and down the length of Mr. Happy. I took in this entire glorious sight; her hair, her breasts, and moved her hair over her left ear so I could see her pink lips work away. I extended both hands down to cup and squeeze each breast and gently tweaked her nipples.

Both of us knowing this was not the grand finale, she gave a final long suck, my dick exiting her mouth with a slight pop. She licked my tip, then her lips of precum, then sat up, and prodded me to close my legs as she straddled my thighs. Walking forward on her knees til she hovered above my dick, she used her right hand behind her ass to stroke her pussy with my cock, then nestled down on top of me, taking me in to the hilt.

Placing her hands on my stomach she ground her pelvis, eating me up. I watched her abs and tits in amazement as she worked away with a seductive, Let-Me-Please-You smile. I moved my hands to join hers, then stretched out our locked arms to their full length. Leaning back, she was now taut, her muscular abs and firm breasts on full display. Between her legs and could see the base of my dick as it parted with pussy, our bit of pubic hair sometimes touching.

The electricity was building to a crescendo for both of us. We were both sweating as she moaned and rode me. I hung on for the ride as long as possible. With the explosion coming within seconds, she arched her back and gripped my cock with her muscles. My back arched and stiffened and I almost broke her fingers as my tightening balls released their fluid into her. "MMMM!" I grunted as I unloaded.

Not to be outdone, her pussy unleashed a flood of juice or pee across my crotch and between my legs. We both pumped furiously until there was nothing left to give. She finally collapsed to my chest, her breasts squishing into my pecs. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed as I pulsed my dick to give her my last drops.

Her panting slowed to a restful pace and we lay still in the quiet room, listening to the air conditioning fan, which we hadn't noticed in the previous hour.

All because of a reroute to Tampa. Life is good. No Regrets.