The Airport Stranger ”This is your captain speaking… We wi..

The Airport Stranger

”This is your captain speaking… We will arrive in Dallas in 15 mins, buckle your seatbelts, and flight attendants prepare for landing.”

It had been a long flight, I was on my way home from a long weekend business trip in L.A. The man next to me was snoring and I didn’t get much reprieve from the annoying person behind me kicking my seat during the entire flight.

My lack of sleep paired with the intense need to cum was making me irrationally irritable, so I just placed my earbuds back in my ears and dreamed of being carried off this flight by a big strong handsome man while he somehow played with my clit as we walked by each row of passengers still attempting to get their bags out of the overhead compartments.

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Sigh, we have arrived… I grab my carry-on and wait until the mass exodus to subside. Head down in my phone in an attempt to disappear… I notice there was one other person with the same idea as me. Wait until the coast is clear to avoid as much human contact as possible. He was… handsome.

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“I see you are one of the smart travelers…” he said in a voice that almost made me cream my nonexistent panties.

I smiled slightly “Yeah, I don’t understand the rush to wait”

“Me either” He returned the smile.

“Is this your final stop?”

“Yes I am finally home”

“Oh that’s too bad, Im headed to Playa Del Carmen after this”

My mind wandered a bit, imagining this beautiful brown-skinned man’s dick in my mouth while he rubs oil on my back on a busy beach in Mexico …

“That sounds like fun,” I say with a hint of intention.

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We walked off the plane, one behind the other, continuing the small talk.

“Want to have a quick drink?” I blurted out and honestly surprised myself (it was her speaking not me and I hate it when she does that)

He never spoke a word, gestured to the nearest bar as if he knew that my pussy gets wet when a man takes charge, confidently.

The stage was set for him to direct the next few mins, as I placed my bags down, he pulled my chair out. He smelled so good as if we didn’t just get off a terribly uncomfortable flight.

We ordered drinks and began chatting again, although I was paying more attention to his bulge, those veins in his neck, and the perfectly manicured nails that I imagined knew exactly how to find that spot that could make my world stop.

“Huh,” I said, I hadn’t heard a word this man said.

“My flight leaves in 30,” he said with a suggestive tone.

My hesitation to speak was interrupted by my pussy whispering “he’s touching us”

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This man had his hands on my thigh and inching his way up my skirt getting closer to the water dripping down the inner part of my leg. I opened up a little more to let him get a better angle.

The only thing to come out of my mouth was a slight whimper as I pretended to sip my drink as if that would hide the fact that I was dripping wet and letting this stranger get closer to my pussy in public.

“Maybe we should…”

“Shhhh” he said “ask for the check”

He maneuvered himself closer to me without skipping a beat, this man was discreetly about to make me cum all over myself at this airport bar and I didn’t care.

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“Can I… umm get the, our check please”

My eyes started to roll back and I almost forgot I was in a public place.

“It’s ok, I got you. It’s ok relax” I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he whispered in my ear.

My legs started to shake a bit, but I held it together because lord knows I wanted to clear this bar, hop on top of it and let this man fuck me in front of the entire airport…

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His fingers found my spot so smoothly like he had the directions to it memorized. Slowly applying pressure with the soft tips of his fingers until he slowly slid them in one by one.

I adjusted my hips to let him continue to make my pussy leak.

“Cum on for me like you want to cum on this dick”

I knew then I wasn’t able to control myself, so I covered my mouth before he got the last word out as I released a waterfall of ecstasy like never before.

He smiled, pulled his hands away from my body slowly. Never taking his eyes off of me. He licked each finger that was inside of me.

As he took the last sip of his drink and finished paying the bill, neither one of us said a word.

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“Thank you for the drink” I managed to formulate words finally after attempting to process what just happened.

“Not a problem at all. It was defiantly my pleasure”

As he got up I realized I hadn’t gotten his name…

“What’s your….”

“Here’s my card… maybe we can do this again sometime”

He walked off as I sat there, in my own juices staring at this card wondering what other tricks Derek had under his sleeve.