Magkeycard beeps. Door clicks. I drag my battered roller suitcase into the sterile airport hotel room. Runway lights flicker outside the window, planes taxiing like distant fireflies. 53, father’s fresh grave back home. Crushed. Marc away two days on biz. This 24-hour layover in faceless city? Pure anonymity. No one knows me. Collapse on king bed, sheets crisp and cold. Snag unopened sympathy cards from purse. Rip envelopes like robot. Foggy memories of dad choke me.
Phone buzzes. ‘Isabelle. Bank.’ Her condolences text ends ‘Affectionately.’ Brunette advisor, mid-50s, flirty smiles at counter. Reply simple. Intrigued. Recall solo bank Saturday: her bending low, cream blouse gaping, lace bra cradling plump tits. Caught my stare. She smirked, amused.
The Stopover
Buzz again. ‘Back to work?’ ‘No.’ ‘Coffee at mine?’ Heart hammers. Hate alone. ‘With pleasure!’ Quick lipstick, fresh blouse. Elevator whirs down. Corridor echoes with suitcase wheels, drunk laughs. Uber zips to center apartment. Doorbell. She opens: cream blouse, tight black skirt. Hug tight. Tits mash mine. Perfume dizzying. Hand strokes back. Body heats weirdly. First woman spark.
Living room sleek, empty vibe. Coffee brews. Blouse gaps more, lace teases curves. Chat grief. Tears spill. Her hand on bare knee tingles. She slides close, tucks my hair, lips brush mine soft. I part. Tongues tangle slow, then devour. Fingers graze tit through fabric, pinch hard nipple. Moan escapes. Buttons pop. Skirt unzips, slides off. Bra snaps free. Tits bare, heaving.
The Transit
She devours: licks, sucks, bites nipples raw. I writhe, pussy soaks satin panties. Thighs part. Fingers trace inner silk skin, tease elastic. Beg: ‘Touch me.’ Dives in. Parts slick lips, gathers juices. Circles swollen clit. Slow torture. Humps her hand. Fingers plunge wet cunt, thumb crushes clit. Builds brutal. ‘Gonna cum!’ Bites tit. Explode: scream rips, thighs vise hand, body shakes tsunami. Real, no fake. Grief floods out in sobs.
She cradles, whispers ‘My darling.’ Calm returns. Fingers fumble her buttons. Expose her tits. Kiss neck. She sheds skirt, nylons whisper. Chevauche me brief. Uncomfy. ‘Bedroom.’ Follow lingerie-clad ass. Door shuts. City glow filters. Kiss standing, hands roam. Push to sheets. She spreads. I hesitate, dive tentative. Lick her wet slit first time. Salty sweet. Fingers join. She bucks, cums gasping my name. Reciprocate turns me feral. Scissor legs, clits grind slick. Second wave hits us synced, raw grunts.
Dawn nears. Dress hasty. Last kiss. Back to hotel, corridor dead quiet. Shower off scent. Pack suitcase zip. Checkout: keycard slides in slot. Desk clerk nods blank. Taxi airport. Boarding call. Plane roars takeoff. Tits still ache, pussy throbs memory. One-night transit blaze. Tomorrow, home. But changed.