These are the stories that make up my life. Not my life at home with my wife, but my life as a nightmare for husbands and boyfriends everywhere.
This week, I was on my way to Seattle. My flight was set to make a stopover in Las Vegas where I had allowed myself about three hours to eat dinner and kill some time in between flights. At about 6:00, I settled into a nice seat with a chicken salad and a great view of the passers-by. I admit, I am a people watcher. I guess it is a habit. Everyone moving in one direction or another with their Blackberry’s as their only companions. I love seeing men eying women as they pass and I especially love when women glance at me, knowing they will take another look when they think that I am not looking.
From my position I had a great view of the security checkpoint and my eyes focused on one woman in particular. She had blonde hair down to her shoulders and she was dressed in a sun dress that made her look absolutely tasty. I watched intently as she made her way around the snake of a security line with a boyfriend in tow. She seemed to be reluctant to face him, as if she was embarrassed he was with her. I don’t know what made me think this, I just did.
The deeper into security she traveled, the closer she came to me. Her face was very cute with full lips and cheeks. Her eyes were what I admired the most. They were as blue as the ocean. I guessed she was in her early twenties. As she got to the identification check my previous thoughts were confirmed by her boyfriend turning and leaving after one last kiss. Instead of leaving he simply exited the line and watched her as she made her way into the X-Ray scanners. He seemed to watch her like a hawk and I assumed it was because he hated her leaving. I became well aware that she would be a prime candidate for my next conquest but the odds of her heading to Seattle on the same flight that I was were slim to none.
As she made her way past security she retrieved her shoes and I saw her glance back to see him standing there like a desperate idiot. She seemed irritated by this and knelt down with her back to him to begin putting her shoes back on. I watched her slip on each shoe and as she rose her eyes met mine.
There it was. That expression that I know all to well. Her eyes seemed to say “Fuck me that guy is hot.” I casually grinned at her and winked and she produced wicked half-smile as she stood. When she gathered her carry on she looked back to see Mr. Idiot still standing there and she quickly walked around the corner to break his gaze.
I continued watching her as she entered the first shop she could find before turning to the clothing and sneaking another look at me. Knowing it was coming, I locked eyes with her and pulled the chair to my right closer and patted it’s seat, inviting her to join me. After a couple of long seconds, she nodded her head in the direction of her Idiot that was just now beginning to lose hope of seeing his prize again. Although he wasn’t’ looking for her, he was still casually looking at the passengers as they past. I returned to her gaze and held my index finger up as to say “Wait just a sec.”
Sooner or later, Idiot left and I motioned for her to sit again. This time, she walked towards me, reluctant to look me in the eye, but continuing to close the gap between us. When she got close, she sat down and I extended my hand and introduced myself. She thanked me for helping me with Mr. Idiot, although she called him Mike. And she began to tell me about how possessive Mike was and how it embarrassed her. I told her that I understood both sides. She looked at me with a question in her eyes so I reiterated that I understood why she would get embarrassed but I also understood why Mike would be so possessive. “Why’s that?” she replied. I looked deep into her eyes and responded “Because you are the sexiest girl I have ever laid eyes on and you are way out of his league and he knows it. He thinks you will find someone better. Someone that will please you in ways that you can only imagine.”
She immediately blushed and stared back into my eyes before responding, “Where are you headed?”
“Seattle”
She told me that she was too. I think she seen the twitch of my grin when she admitted this. “My boss is picking me up at the airport. We are having a corporate meeting there.”
I immediately seen an opening so I placed my hands onto hers and said “Why don’t you and I meet up and I can show you what you are missing with that guy.”
She licked her lips as if she were planning it in her head. When she finally looked up at me she said that she would be with her group all weekend because she didn’t even have a car.
In my mind I was cursing, I wanted this hot little bitch. “That’s too bad. We could have a great time together.” She grinned and said that she was thinking the same thing.
As we talked, we both noticed that people were starting to fill in around us, so we decided to walk somewhere where we could talk in private. I took her bag as I stood and she seemed to watch every move that I made. When she stood she had to look up to meet my eyes. She playfully patted my chest and squeezed telling me that I might be useful carrying her bag until our flight.
As we walked we passed the security area I was surprised to see Idiot, still glancing to spot her. I told her not to stop because Mike was looking for her. As we walked by I looked at him. He spotted her anxiously trotting away from him and then his eyes met mine, recognizing her bag draped over my shoulder. His eyes seemed to be doing the math and he stared at me with hated. In response I grinned a wicked grin and placed my hand on the small of her back while we walked around the corner out of his view.
When we finally found a seat in a less-inhabited area she had a call on her phone. She asked me to watch her bag as she no doubt talked to him. Evidently he was not very nice on the phone because I noticed that she came back and her face was flushed. She looked me in the eye and said, “He thinks I am going to fuck you in the airport.”
I couldn’t help but to laugh. I pulled her head into my chest and hugged her telling her that he had every right to be angry. She asked me why and I responded, “Because he knows that I want to fuck you, and he is scared that you will let me.”
She looked at me in defiance. “You think I would be that easy?”
I knew from my past with women how to handle this question. “After you see what I have to offer, yes.”
She looked anxious now. She responded, “And what would that be?”
I looked her in the eye and patted my cock hanging limp down my leg. She got the point when she seen its outline in my business slacks. I could hear her breathing start to quicken. “Oh my” was all she could get out.
She seemed to be in a trance as she gazed at my leg. Suddenly, an idea formed in my head and I reached into her bag for a book that I had seen earlier. It was a brand new hardback edition, perfect for what I needed. Also, I grabbed my coat and draped it across my lap, breaking her trance.
“What are you doing,” she said.
I pulled her to me until she was leaning on me and propped the book open to the middle before telling her that I was going to show her why Mike was scared of her leaving him.
From the view of anyone walking by, we were just two people sharing a book. I could feel her tense as I reached under my jacket. I knew she could hear my zipper lowering. I knew she licked her lips and quickly inhaled when I raised the jacket enough for her to get a good look at my massive cock hanging out of my zippered hole.
As she stared I put my hand around her shoulder and looked down like I was reading the book. Her eyes never left my cock. She seemed to be entranced. Her gaze was broken when I said, “This is why Mike worries about you. He knows he can’t make you feel what my cock can make you feel. He knows that if I get this inside your pussy you will never be content with his cock. You know it is true. Don’t you.”
She never spoke but she nodded. I knew she was mine.
“Now reach down there and grab it. Make it hard.”
She slowly reached down and took my dick into her hand. She encircled it with her fingers and squeezed. I could feel it begin to rise as I kept the lookout for any interruptions.
I kept whispering to her. “See how big it is getting? You know you want to stroke it.”
She nodded as her hand began to jack it up and down. I decided to start getting dirty with her.
“Wouldn’t you just love to have this cock in your little pussy?”
“Yes”
“Does Mike’s cock get this big?”
“No”
She kept jacking it and soon it stood at full splendor, barely hidden by the large book. A drop of precum had formed at it’s tip.
I whispered into her ear, “Go ahead, taste it.” She took her hand and starting at the base, squeezed as she traveled upward on my cock. More precum came out of the head of my cock and she dipped her finger in it. Without hesitation she brought it to her mouth.
“Does my cum taste good?”
“Yes, I can’t believe how big your cock is.”
I looked up and noticed that no one was coming our way.
