The monitors said that Paul’s flight had landed. She waited until no one else was walking out the departure door and a chill ran up her spin as she ...an to the ticket counter.“I need some help. My husband was supposed to be on the flight from Houston and I didn’t see him come out.”“Let me see what I can do. What flight was he on?”“3455 from Houston Hobby.”“Ok, the plane has landed and is at the gate. What is his name?”“Paul O’Dell”“Let me see. Hmmm. I’m sorry, but Paul O’Dell had a ticket but. " Well your body feels lovely and warm to me." Just don't get any funny ideas, I only lay with you to get you thawed out, I will get you a hot drink."She rolled out of bed and turned up the light. God had I been lying alongside that body? She wasn't tall about 5ft 3in wide hips, not a slim waist but no fat showing. Her breasts were medium-sized but proportional to the rest of her. Her hair reached all the way down her back and shone in the light. She slipped on a pair of cotton panties, a slip. I spotted my gorgeous African spunk of a man across the room. Justin was an incredible lover, with lovely blue eyes, longish dreaded hair, beautifully tanned skin and a body to die for. Justin and I fucked on a regular basis. It was never more than that… neither of us wanted it that way. If I picked up someone else for the night or if he did, it was never an issue. I saw him smile at me and I knew by his look that he was available for my pleasure. We got a cab back to his place and we couldn’t. Almost without thinking, slipped my own hand down the front of my panties, closed my eyes and let my fingers glide between slippery wet lips. Maybe it was because the scene on the TV had ended. Or maybe I actually sensed someone watching. But when I opened my eyes and shifted my gaze from the TV screen to the patio, I almost died of humiliation. A shirtless Skip was standing in the open door, his eyes focused intently on my crotch. My expression must have been priceless, a combination of horror.