A Lucky Delay

Charlotte and Anissa never planned on sharing a bed and breakfast after their flight got bumped, but the delay worked out pretty damn nice. They clicked hard in the terminal and kept the conversation rolling straight through check-in. When Charlotte complained about being stiff from all that sitting, Anissa didn’t blink. “Turn around,” she said, already reaching for Charlotte’s shoulders. Hands slid under the thin robe, skin on skin. That heat between them wasn’t just from the oil. Charlotte moaned low, hips shifting, and Anissa took the hint, fingers dipping lower, slower, more confident. Clothes came off quick after that. Charlotte pulled Anissa down onto the bed and wrapped her legs around her. “Delayed my flight and I get a hot French woman naked on top of me?” she grinned. “Yeah, this night’s a fucking win.” Tongues tangled, hips grinding, the massage forgotten in favor of something a hell of a lot wetter. Anissa’s mouth on Charlotte’s tits, then lower—her moans getting louder each time that tongue flicked just right. When they switched places Anissa spread wide, begging with her eyes, and Charlotte dove in like she was starving. Neither of them remembered the original flight number, but they sure as hell remembered the way the other tasted when they finally came, legs shaking, laughing between kisses like they’d won the delay lottery.