I move through the routine by muscle memory. Driver’s license, boarding pass. Bags on the conveyor, step through the metal detector. Gather my bags and head to the airline club lounge. It’s mid-morning and I crave a strong cup of coffee before heading to the gate.
She catches my eye shortly after I take my seat. Although she too is seated, I can tell she is both tall and slender. Her short blue dress rides well up her tanned and toned thighs. She is otherwise dressed conservatively, and I surmise that she, like me, is traveling on business. Her dark hair tumbles over her shoulders. I take her to be in her mid to late forties. A few miles, like me, but well preserved.
But there is something more. Something unmistakable. Or so my racing, naughty imagination wants to believe. Her face oozes sexuality. I study her carefully and feel something stirring inside me.
She glances my way, catching me. I hold her gaze, and her eyes lock with mine for a long moment. She returns to her phone, tapping out texts or emails intently. I am intrigued.
She rises and walks over toward the restrooms. She is indeed long and slender. I watch as her tight bottom moves across the lounge before she disappears.
Several minutes later she reappears, coffee in hand. She looks my way and smiles briefly before sitting once again. I flash the briefest of smiles back.
The dance continues. Occasional glances in each other’s direction. Glances become brief stares, then longer ones. She playfully brushes her hair back behind one ear.
A half hour passes. I note the time – perhaps fifteen minutes and I will need to head to my gate. I glance over again. Her legs are uncrossed now, and oh so slightly parted. She holds me in a piercing gaze as she arises once more. She turns intently toward me as she passes and looks directly at me again with a frightening intensity. She strides toward the restroom hallway. Halfway across the room, she turns and glances over her shoulder at me.
I need no further invitation. I move in her direction, following her at a distance, turning down the hallway. A door on the right is marked “all gender restroom”. I pause momentarily before trying the handle. It gives way and I open the door. She is leaning against the counter. I move quickly into the room and lock the door behind me.
My fingers are in her hair now and I lean in and brush my lips against hers. A soft moan escapes from her as I grab a fist full of her hair near the base and pull back, exposing her neck. A soft kiss, followed by a gentle but firm bite. She melts. I grab her hips, guiding the hem of her skirt up as I turn her around. I swiftly loosen my belt and unfasten my pants. They fall to my ankles. I bend her over the counter and free my now engorged cock through the opening in the front of my boxers. With one hand I pull her panties to one side while the other positions my head against her opening. The heat emanating from her is intense, and the room is infused with the smell of sex.
