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Airport Rendevous

On the way back home, Ken stopped in Michigan for a couple of days to see some friends of his from high school and I just flew back home. Well, I was supposed to, at least. I got stuck in the Toronto airport due to a plane maintenance issue.

I had to go back through security because of how the international flight back to the US worked, and as I was going through security I noticed this really nice looking guy.

My type of guy – tall, in shape, and good looking. Late 40s, I would guess.

Because Ken and I hadn’t been able to do anything for days on end and I wasn’t going to get any either for a couple days, I was apparently giving off an “I desperately want sex” vibe that guys seem to notice.

My bag got stuck in security due to some liquids I had in my makeup bag that needed to have been set aside rather than being hidden in my big bag. As I was waiting for my bag to be hand checked, I was standing by a railing and noticing that there were security cameras about every two feet along the ceiling.

There was a guy standing next to me, and I didn’t even pay attention to who it was. He was also looking up at the cameras, and I marveled to him about the sheer number of cameras on the ceiling. He said something in reply (I don’t even know what), but I suddenly realized that it was this good looking guy I’d noticed before, so I actually looked at him and smiled, and he smiled back.

Then my bag came up and I had to answer a question or two about it, so I had to leave the railing and go over to the security guy. They sent my bag back through and I stepped off to the side to wait (again).

The hot guy was up next, and I watched him stand there waiting to answer questions while the security guy turned around to get another bag. I walked up to him, standing a little behind him and a little beside him and said way louder than I should have, “You’re next, I see!” I noticed that I had said it really loudly, and I thought “what the fuck??!” to myself, a bit embarrassed.

I walked off to pretend I was looking for my bag that was in line again, and when I wandered back, he was just leaving. He looked at me, smiled, and said, “See you later!” I smiled broadly back, my face turning a bit red.

It turned out the hot guy was on my flight, which got delayed for a couple of hours due to mechanical issues.

I wandered to the closest bar and have a drink while I waited, and I decided to sit at the bar. Someone walked up beside me and said, “Hello again.” It was the hot guy. He sat down beside me and bought himself a drink.

We started chatting about nothing, me trying to not reveal that I was attracted to him. He had been on a business trip, and he had a nice white button-down shirt on. I could see his strong shoulders and chest muscles underneath. Mmmm. My heart started pounding a bit, and my breath became a little faster as I was thinking of….things.

Electricity was building between us.

After a bit of time passed, an announcement came over the loudspeaker that our flight was cancelled and that we’d be provided accommodations at the airport hotel and put on the first flight in the morning because this was the last flight of the evening.

Hmmm. I hoped Hot Guy would need accommodations, too. I needed to just go to my room and get some sleep.

It’d be way more fun to go to HIS room, though.

My pussy started tingling at the thought of that.

I said, “It was really nice meeting you!” and got up to see about my hotel room. He said, “Hey, would you like to grab another drink at the hotel bar after you get settled?” I felt my face flush and after a beat said, “Yeah that sounds great!” as brightly and nonchalantly as I could.

I went about my business getting a hotel room and getting checked in, all the while thinking FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, HOLY SHIT, HOLY FUCK WHAT AM I DOING?????! and convincing myself that Ken would be just fine with it if I were to do something with Mr. Hottie. We’ve discussed it before, and he honestly doesn’t mind as long as I tell him about it afterwards.

I have never in my life done something like what I was thinking about, so this would be the first. And besides, he gave me a hall pass a long time ago.

My whole body was trembling with nervousness and excitement all rolled into one.

In my room, I ran though my mind whether to change clothes into something sexy or just go as I was (sleeveless Henley top and tan capris). I decided to play it more nonchalant and continue wearing what I was already wearing, except I changed into a lacy bra and silky thongs just in case. I kept thinking and rethinking my decision to meet him at the bar, knowing I could just blow him off and go to bed, but I thought, “I’m tired of playing things cautiously and safe. I want to experience LIFE, and this is a perfect way to do it. He’s hot, I’m horny, and it’s the perfect situation. Plus, I could just bail at the bar and go no further.”

The HOLY FUCK mantra was still looping continuously through my mind. My heart was racing (much like it is now at the memory of it), my breathing was faster than normal, and my pussy was throbbing due to certain thoughts already running through my mind. So, I took a deep breath (not that it helped) and walked decisively out my door.

My knees were already weak and shaking, and I willed them to stop that shit (not that that helped, either).

On the way down the elevator, I thought of Ken and how he would actually encourage me to do this and how he’d like the story I’d have to tell afterwards.

I was ALIVE. I felt my stomach fluttering, my whole body weak, my mind in a chaotic jumbled mess, and my pussy throbbing and getting wetter by the moment.

I was glad to be by myself in the elevator.

He was already standing at the bar ordering a drink when I got there, so I walked up to him, trying my best to play it cool (and likely failing badly), and I touched him gently on the shoulder, smiled when he turned to see me, and asked him to order me a Cosmo.

He asked if I’d like to sit at a booth towards the back (the very back corner booth was already taken) and I said “Sure”.

The next half hour was kind of a blur. We talked about various stupid shit that I can’t remember because my mind was a chaotic mess. He got close, touching my thigh with his and eventually gently rubbing my leg with his hand. Holy crap was I getting wet.

What I do remember clearly was when there was a pause in the conversation and he looked both thoughtful and a little nervous himself. He looked steadily at me then and asked me if I’d like to come up to his room.

OH FUCK, THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING.

DO I REALLY WANT THIS TO HAPPEN??

YES.

FUCK.

I didn’t answer immediately, considering. And then I slowly, slightly nodded my head yes. And smiled a little.

He raised his eyebrows slightly maybe surprised that I had actually said yes. When the bill came (he was quick to get it), I noticed him fumbling with the pen and had to stifle a laugh.

I was REALLY nervous on the way to his room, and I think he was too. We both tried to hold it together while we rode up the elevator and walked toward his room.

He unlocked his door, put his hand gently on the small of my back, and guided me through the door.

Once the door was shut, he gently but deliberately backed me against the nearest wall and suddenly kissed me passionately. I just as passionately returned it.

That kiss drained all of my nervousness (and I think his, too), leaving nothing but lust and a desperate desire.

He slid his hands up underneath my top and felt my lacy bra. His hands felt both warm and urgent.

My hands were exploring his chest and shoulders. He obviously lifted weights. Yum. All I wanted to do was to unbutton his shirt and feel his bare chest. Instead, I reached up underneath his shirt and felt him that way. Strong, smooth, sexy. Wow. I didn’t think I could get any wetter.

He pulled away from kissing me and lifted off my shirt. I took it as permission to unbutton his, but as I started at the top and worked my way down, he got impatient and quickly yanked off his own shirt.

Mmmm. He looked as nice as he felt. I took a moment to look him over as he was doing the same to me.

We pressed our bodies against each other then, feeling skin against skin. Smooth, warm, hard.

Things were really heating up now. As he pressed against me, I could easily feel how hard his cock was. I wanted him to feel how wet I was.

I unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper, hoping he’d take the hint and take off mine. I was hungry and so was he.

He fumbled with my bra (it had 4 hooks, so it wasn’t easy), and because I felt his frustration and urgency, I stepped back and undid it myself, looking at him steadily. His eyes were glued to my chest. He took a moment to slowly slide my bra off one side at a time. He looked like he was savoring me, which turned me on even further.

I wanted his pants off.

Like right now.

So I purposely slid them down and drank in what I saw – a nice hard cock straining to be set free. I was just the girl to do it.

I love the look and feel of smooth silky boxer briefs on a guy who’s hard, and I cannot resist feeling it. It really turns me on just thinking about it. Just as he savored me, I savored him. He apparently decided my pants needed to come off, too (FINALLY), so he slid them down my legs and off. We were both breathing heavily by this time and both trying to stay in control of ourselves.

At this point, I only had my smooth, silky thongs on, and he only had those nice briefs on. I think we both decided to relish in that for a moment, so we both felt each other up through what remained of our clothes.

By then, I was soaking through my thongs and he had a growing wet spot from pre cum. Our desire was about at its breaking point.

He slid my thongs a bit to the side and touched my now bare clit with his finger.

I jumped.

I was so wet that he easily slid a finger inside, and I moaned. Holy fuck, that felt amazing.

I didn’t want him to stop, but I also wanted to get his underwear off him for good. I wanted to see his cock in the flesh. And so while he was sliding his finger in and out of my pussy, I somehow managed to keep my wits about me just enough to pull his briefs out away from his hard cock and down.

I set his cock free. Mmmm. My mouth watered.

I wanted to kneel down right then and there and lick that precum off his cock, but holy shit his finger was making me drip heavily. I was essentially paralyzed with pleasure and couldn’t move.

We were still standing by the wall, and he pressed me against it again, this time a bit rougher with his finger still in my pussy and his mouth on my neck.

Hungry.

Surprisingly, he must have thought that things were going too quickly, so he slowly withdrew his finger (which also drives me wild) and gave me another passionate kiss. He grabbed my wrist and led me to the bed. He pushed me down onto it, seemingly planning on taking me right then.

However, I didn’t want that to happen just yet, so as he was moving towards me, his eyes focused on my pussy, I quickly moved out of the way, spun around, and grabbed his cock, stopping him in his tracks. I knew I only had a moment before he tried to take control again, so I very quickly took his cock in my mouth and gave him a long, wet suck, which effectively paralyzed him.

I had control now, and I was going to keep it for a while. I thought about how I wanted this whole thing to go down, and I knew that I needed to firmly establish that control. I stroked him and sucked him for probably about a minute until I felt his body slightly relax. I knew then that his defenses were shattered, so I pulled off and directed him to lay down on his back.

He did, of course.

I kissed him first and then worked my way down his body, brushing mine against his as I slowly slid down, stopping to lick each of his nipples on the way. Some guys like that and some don’t seem to. He did.

When I got down to his cock, I paused, considering whether I wanted to ride it right then and there or give him some passionate head first. It was quite the mental struggle, actually, because really, I just wanted to ride him hard. However, I also wanted to make it last.

So instead, I gave him a long, wet, slow lick from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. He moaned and tensed up, so I did it again.

Long, wet, slow licks. x First, just up his cock, and then I continued the lick all the way back down. Slowly.

He was putty in my hands (well, tongue), and we both knew it.

Long, wet, slow licks became a bit faster, and occasionally, instead of licking back down, now I started taking him into my mouth and stroking a bit. The contrast made him moan with pleasure.

I looked up to see just how much he was enjoying it, and when I did, he was watching me, so I smiled my mischievous smile and went back to work.

I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste more of his pre-cum and to take him to the edge of cumming, which I did. I could tell.

Just as he was about to lose it, I pulled off and gently blew cool air on his cock, telling him “Easy…easy… not yet….easy, boy.” I paused everything for about 30 seconds while he regained some control.

Then I started all over, licking slowly from the base of his balls again. This time, though, I took his cock in my mouth a little quicker, giving him head slowly and deeply and then speeding up the pace. He was nearly writhing with pleasure after just a few minutes, and I knew he would get to the edge faster this time. When he did, I stopped again, blowing more cool air on his cock and gently telling him, “easy….easy” once again.

This time, rather than hovering over him waiting for him to calm down, I moved to lay on my back, and as I did that, I grabbed his head and partly shoved his head down to my pussy and partly raised my hips to meet his mouth. He shifted around until he was in a t-position perpendicular to me, spread my left leg wide and lifted my right leg to dr*pe over his side. He looked pretty comfortable, actually, with his mouth perfectly positioned at my pussy to lick me from a side angle. The added bonus of that position was that I could stroke his cock while he was licking my pussy. It was a win-win.

He licked me fully, deeply, and reverently, much like I did to him. Long, slow, wet licks. I moaned with pleasure.

I wanted his cock again, so while he was licking my pussy, tasting my juices, and eventually sliding a finger in my very slippery, wet pussy, I grabbed his cock and pulled it towards me, wanting to suck on him again. We ended up doing a modified 69, both of us nearing the edge and moaning while our mouths were at work.

I wanted him SO BADLY.

I ended up begging him to fuck me. He made me beg a few times, actually.

I pulled off of him, he slid his fingers in and out of me one more luscious time, and then he moved on top of me to enter.

He paused to look steadily at me again, and then he slid in. It was a deep, confident, “You’re mine” slide, and I gasped.

Oh my God he felt incredible. He filled me up, and I wanted more. Every millimeter of him. He ground into me, and immediately I gushed my cum all over his cock, the bed, and probably the floor below. He looked at me in surprise, and I smiled.

I told him to fuck my pussy, and he did.

I told him to show that pussy who’s boss, and he did.

We moved together, each of us wanting it all and more.

I was singularly focused on my pussy and how his cock felt in it.

He slid so well. I could feel the head of his cock and every vein along it.

We were both sweaty, hearts pounding and breathing fast.

My entire world revolved around that feeling of his cock in my pussy.

I came again, and I felt the insides of my pussy undulating, drinking him in and yearning for more. I couldn’t get enough of him.

I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been that horny in my life.

I have no idea how long he normally lasts, and I think he tried his hardest to last as long as he could, but it didn’t last too long. My hips were reaching up to him, WANTING him. I felt like a crazed animal, with nothing else on my mind but DESIRE.

He was once again on the verge of cumming, and this time he couldn’t back down. I felt him get extra hard, his body rigidly tense, and his cock started pulsing. That made me explode again, and we both pulsed out a long, intense orgasm simultaneously. We were dripping in sweat, both wanting to cum until we simply couldn’t anymore.

He collapsed on top of me, and we laid there for a while, him still inside me. Almost immediately I decided that I wanted him again, so I asked him if he’d be up for more in a little while. He said he thought he could manage that but he needed a little time, so I said, “I can wait” and smiled mischievously again. He asked if I’d like to sleep for a bit, and I agreed. I was tired, and so was he.

I ended up spending the night with him, waking up to him licking my nipples a couple hours later and then spending the next hour or so sucking, licking, and fucking (this time not as frenzied), and then again a couple hours after that right before we had to leave for the flight.

It was a night for the record books.

And the best part about it is that we never found out (or asked) each other’s name.

We knew this was a one-time thing, and we both preferred it that way.

I will never know his name, but I will always know that night.

Monday, June 26th.