I had guessed that Shelly had slipped on the same oil or fluid that I had. It was the most likely cause. But how did it get there? Did she spill somet...hing? We had been so careful to keep the stairs clean to prevent just such an accident and yet, it had still happened. I walked back to the station that evening, trying to burn off the anger and anxiety stored inside me. I stood and stared at the pit.The offending fluid had long since been cleaned and the pit was clear once again. My anger. I very quickly slid my hand under Marcy's skirt and ran it right up to her cunt. It was uncovered, so I cupped it in my hand."I have been missing this." I said to her."Not for much longer." She whispered back.We were soon on the plane. One of my calls was confirmed. Lynn, from one of our earlier flights, was one of the stewardesses. Marcy was surprised and did not say anything, and while she was not looking I winked at Lynn.Once we were seated she quickly said to me "That's the stewardess from. She bent over to let me spank her ass.My dick started to stiffen and slowing started to expand in my swimmers and I tried to get out my shorts but she beat me to it and untied my drawstring and ripped off my shorts and my speedos covered a hard sausage which nearly burst a hole through the material.A then grabbed my thick hard cock and said let me suck it baby....her lips were glistening and she also had been eating chocolate and she spat some of it on the head of my cock before wrapping her. She just wants to talk.She said she was going to take the day off. It isn't late; she could make it to work on time. An hour at the restaurant and she still wouldn't be very late if she went on to work. Why did she take the day off? Is there something else going on? Whatley said she told him there wasn't another man. Is she going to tell me there is? Fuck! This is driving me crazy.Standing, he looked around his living room. The room was neat; nothing was out of place. He always made his bed.