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I have a little bit of wisdom that I’d like to share. If you find yourself with the opportunity to become an expert on forgotten languages, skip it. You will spend the rest of your days locked in dusty rooms full of artifacts that you don’t dare touch. You will spend more time trying to convince someone to pay for your expertise than you will spend using that knowledge.I don’t suppose that bit of wisdom will help most of you. The one and only time in my life that I had the opportunity to pass it along and have it matter, I couldn’t do so. My alma mater offered me way too much money to pass my knowledge along to some up-and-coming expert. The practicality of money is much more important than dashing some student’s dreams, so I was heading back to school.I was in a remote location that I would prefer not to disclose when they contacted me. I quickly agreed, and then let them make the second half of my travel plans for me. I was annoyed, but not surprised, when I saw that they had broken the trip into several flights.By the time I got to Frankfurt, Germany, I was in a foul mood. I used to be an easy-go-lucky traveler, but when you are an American citizen and you are traveling in places like Egypt or Syria or Serbia, the attention you have to give to everything around you will wear on your nerves. I was a bit frazzled by the time I got to civilization again.An email that I got in Frankfurt didn’t help. I received the resume of the young man I was going to be teaching. His name was Tommy Argent, and as I read his credentials, all I could think was that I was looking at my replacement. If he was as good as the image he portrayed, he would pick my brain, and then steal any future jobs that might have come my way. It was a rather unpleasant thought.As I sat in the Frankfurt airport, I knew that I needed to change my mood, or else the trip home was going to be miserable. At the thought of going home, I started imagining all the things I had been missing for the last ten months.Pizza was high on the list. I wondered if I could accidentally head through Chicago to get a slice of deep dish heaven. Of course, chocolate chip cookies, fresh from the oven, were next on the list. The thought of the warm cookies with ice cold milk was making my mouth water.Of course, Germany isn’t really known for its milk. I could probably have found a good German beer right there at the airport, but if I was going to go that route, I wanted a tasty micro-brew with authentic Tex-Mex cuisine. What I wouldn’t give for tasty, hot food, crisp cold beer, and a warm-hearted woman. Anything would be better than the over-spiced food, warm beer, and bitter women that had surrounded me for all those months.At the thought of women, my eyes got distracted.A tall, leggy blonde walked in front of me, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from following her. I watched as she badgered the gate agent, and then I looked away. Everything about that woman screamed ‘High Maintenance’.My eyes found a pleasantly plump woman nearby. She was probably German or Polish, and she had an angular beauty about her. She turned and spoke to a child nearby, and I could sense her robust, no-nonsense nature. I think I felt sorry for her husband.A younger woman attracted my attention. She had an honest mid-western American face. Everything about her read ‘mid-western college girl on holiday’, except for the fact that she was at least thirty years old. You could see her college attitude in the jaunty way she carried her backpack and in the preppy clothes she wore.At thirty, she was probably old enough to know better, but she was a bit young compared to my fifty years. I wondered beylikdüzü escort if her mother had aged well. If her mother was built like she was, I would totally delight in discovering the heft of her breasts, or the feel of her tush as she sat on top of me.I must have been more tired than I thought I was. Without realizing it, I stared at the young woman for far too long. She gave me an angry glare. I smiled an apology, and then looked away. I felt her eyes on me for a bit, and I’m certain she glared at me several more times before it was time to board the plane.She joined the boarding line at the same time I did, and she fixed me with a look as she came to stand next to me.”Miss, I apologize for staring,” I offered. “It was a long trip to get here, and I’ve a long ways to go, and I guess I spaced out. All I can offer is my deepest apology.””You weren’t in Denver last December, were you?” she accused.”No, I’m sorry, I wasn’t,” I answered in an apologetic tone. “I’ve been abroad for almost a year.”Her frown remained.”Well, it was very impolite,” she grumbled.She wasn’t going to accept my apology, and I felt I had done all I should.”Duly noted,” I said coolly.She nodded, and we headed toward the front of the cue in silence. I tried to defer and let her go through first, but she insisted that I go first. We boarded the plane, and I figured that would be the last I saw of her.The international flight was aboard a Boeing 777. We were both flying economy class, but she was in the section ahead of the one I was in. The flight from Frankfurt to Atlanta was far too long, and I tried to sleep through most of it.I tried not to laugh when I saw her again in the Customs line in Atlanta. She glared at me, and I smiled another apology. We were far enough apart that I didn’t have to talk to her again. Somehow, the line she was in practically flew, and she cleared Customs long before I did. I was more than a little anxious by the time I got through, because I had another flight to catch.I barely made it to the flight to Dallas. That’s a bit of an exaggeration. I probably had ten minutes to spare, but I was one of the last to board the plane. It was a smaller MD80, and I had a window seat in the last row.Our eyes met when I was still a few rows away. I couldn’t believe she was on this flight as well. The look on her face was not a glare as much as it was a challenge. She was seated in the middle seat next to mine.The person in the aisle seat stood and moved into the small space at the back of the plane. The young woman stood as well to let me by. I expected her to step to the back, but for some reason, she stepped forward for me to go around. We ended up colliding, and I had to catch her to help keep her from being knocked down. My imagination pretended that she leaned into me before she stepped away.”I’m sorry,” I apologized again. “I expected you to step to the back.””Oh, there’s more room back there than I thought,” she answered with an embarrassed shrug.No more words were spoken until I arranged my stuff and we found our seats. Our seatmate at the aisle immediately pulled on headphones and a padded blindfold. I thought that more sleep would be a good thing for me as well. I wasn’t so sure I was going to get any when the young woman turned to speak to me and she touched my arm.”Well, Professor, you gave me quite a scare,” she said in a pleasant tone.”Have me met?” I asked with a confused look.”I don’t believe we have,” she smiled, “which is why I was worried when you appeared to recognize me in Frankfurt.””Should I have recognized you?” I asked. I was still confused. “You bahcesehir escort bayan called me ‘Professor’ with a tone that suggests that you know of my academic background.””In my line of work, being recognized is a bad thing,” she answered. With another apologetic shrug, she said, “You had me worried, so I had a friend check you out.””Professor Mark Garmin,” she said in a tone that suggested she was reading from a file. “Divorced, two daughters in their early twenties, Professor Emeritus with strong credentials, expert in forgotten languages, no current address, mail delivery address on file.””I prefer to drop the honorific,” I suggested. “I’ve never actually taught classes. Do I get to know anything about you?””I like calling you ‘Professor’,” she said with a flirting smile. “You remind me of a professor that tried to seduce me into having an affair when I was in school.” Her eyes made a flirtatious dip. “I’ve always regretted turning him down.” The flirtatiousness faded and she gave me an honest smile. “My name is Tammy, and I have the same destination as you.””San Antonio?” I asked in surprise.”The college,” she said with a grin. “My supervisor wants me to get some cross-training that he thinks will help me with my job. I wasn’t given any details, but I think it’s in some new computer programming language.”I struggled unsuccessfully to hide a yawn as she answered.”Can you tell me what you do, or is that a secret?” I asked to cover my tiredness.She shrugged, and then answered, “Cryptography.” After a slight pause, she said, “Your itinerary says you’ve been traveling for quite a while. Did you get any sleep?”I wouldn’t have yawned again if she hadn’t asked. I covered my mouth and then smiled an apology when the yawn ended.”I’ve been traveling for over thirty hours,” I answered. She probably already knew that. She also knew we had a few hours to go before I could find a hotel to crash. “I did get a few hours sleep on the last plane.””I should let you sleep, then,” she suggested. “We can chat some more on the next flight,” she said with a winning smile.I returned her smile, leaned my head against the window, and then fell asleep as soon as my eyes closed.A loud clunk woke me with a start. I relaxed and took a deep breath as I realized it had been the sound of the landing gear releasing to lower. My eyes slowly opened as I let the breath out. I tried not to jump too much as I became aware of Tammy.The armrest was no longer between us. She was mostly asleep with her body leaning against mine. She had one arm wrapped around my arm, and her head was resting on my shoulder. Luckily, she had covered herself with a blanket, and it was partially covering me. ‘Luckily’, because her other hand was slowly stroking the front of my pants and taking measure of the hardness it had created there.My startled breath seemed to wake her. She took a deep breath that caught and froze when she realized what she was doing. When our eyes met, she blushed furiously and bit her lips.”We’re about to land,” I suggested quietly.”Thank you, Professor,” she drawled as she gave my cock a gentle squeeze.I shook my head with a sad smile. She was too young for me to take her pleasant demand seriously, and besides, I had all but told her not to call me that. She pouted for a half a moment, and it took every bit of my willpower to keep from tasting her lips. She smiled because she knew she had won that round, but she sensually moved back into her own seat.We managed our trip through the Dallas airport together. It has a confusing mess of trams and corridors that are hard to navigate as you try escort bayan beylikdüzü to find the gates for the smaller airlines. We had just enough time to stop and use the facilities, and I splashed some water on my face to wake up.The aircraft from Dallas to San Antonio was a full sized 737, even though the flight was ridiculously short. They don’t even bother with drinks, because as soon as the plane reaches altitude, it is time to descend to land. We were seated in different sections of the aircraft, but Tammy took our passes to the gate agent and fixed that.We ended up together on the side with two seats near the back of the plane. Due to the short duration of the flight, I hadn’t planned on sleeping. Tammy had the same idea. We chatted about nothing in particular, but she waited until we were airborne before she addressed the subject of the seating change.”I hope you don’t mind that I wanted to sit beside you, Professor,” she said, “but I have a very forward question that I’d like to ask you, and I didn’t think I should be yelling it for the whole plane to hear.””You could just call me Mark,” I suggested. Her eyes laughed at me, but she ignored the request.She pulled out her boarding passes from our three flights. As she held them up, I noticed how easily the names could be read. That explained to me how she had gotten my name. I also noticed that none of the names on hers were ‘Tammy’. They were all different.”For the same reasons that I did this,” she said, indicating the names, “I have yet to make any arrangements for a car or a room.” She leaned her body into mine as her hand gripped my thigh. “Professor, for the last six months I have been working with a bunch of misogynistic assholes. I loathed sharing air with them, much less anything else. Will you let me fulfill an old fantasy and spend the night with you? I promise to let you eventually get some sleep.””That depends on one simple thing,” I suggested.”Yes?” she begged as she frowned into a pout.Her lips tasted like cold beer, hot Tex-Mex cuisine and lustful women.”Stop calling me ‘Professor’,” I added as an afterthought.She smiled before she kissed me again. The name was part of her fantasy, and her kiss informed me that I was stuck with it.I was ready to try our luck at not getting caught in taking things further, but the pilot was already calling to prepare for landing, so we held hands and practiced patience.I had been traveling close to forty hours with very little sleep. It felt like it took even longer than that to get our luggage and the rental car. It felt like I was driving five miles-per-hour the whole way to the hotel by the college. It took days for the hotel clerk to give us the room keys.As soon as the door closed, Tammy gently pushed into my arms and gave me a tender kiss. Much sooner than I thought she should, she pushed away with an embarrassed look.”I don’t want this to sound mean,” she said softly, “but would you please take a shower?”I laughed and then leaned my nose near her armpit to take an exaggeratedly deep breath.”Well I can’t smell as bad as you do,” I teased. “You need a shower, too.”She playfully tried to punch me, but I caught her arm and pulled her close for another quick kiss. She laughed when I pulled her hands to my clothes, but then she got breathless as I started pulling off her clothes.In moments, we were both naked. We had to wait a moment for the shower to warm up, and I took the opportunity to let my eyes and hands explore her body.The youthful softness and curves of her body were breathtaking. I thought I’d never get to experience that delight again. Her breasts were even bigger than I thought they would be, probably full ‘D’ cups. She was embarrassed and tried to hide that she hadn’t recently shaved her armpits. I shrugged it off, but made her promise not to shave between her legs. She was neatly trimmed, and it felt really good to run my fingers through that hair to tease her lower lips.

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