Jet-lagged from my red-eye flight, I checked into the sterile airport hotel. Plastic keycard buzzed the door open. Valise thumped on the rack. View of runways blinking in the night. Anonymity hit hard—no one knows me here. Tomorrow’s flight erases everything.
Stumbled in the lounge bar, tripped over a suitcase. Banged my knee. Michèle, the bartender, rushed over. Mid-30s, curves in her uniform, amethyst eyes. ‘You okay?’ she asked, helping me up. Limp to my room, her arm around me. Elevator dinged. Hallway echoes, distant suitcase wheels rumbling.
The Stopover
In my room, she insisted on checking the bruise. ‘Sorry,’ I stammered like a kid caught, ‘but you make a strong impression on me!’ ‘I see,’ she grinned, kneeling on the carpet between my legs. Unzipped my jeans decisively. My cockhead, purple and swollen, poked over my boxer waistband. ‘Ha! What a gorgeous congestion!’ She yanked down my boxers, freeing my stiffening shaft to the balls.
Fingers wrapped the base, stroking soft. Then a quick kiss on the scarlet tip. ‘You think I’m a real slut, right? This isn’t my habit, but it felt like the perfect therapy… for both of us.’ She grabbed my hand, slid it under her sweater. Palm cupped her firm, warm breast through silk, nipple hard and throbbing.
No trap. Her eyes begged and dared. I pulled her in, lips crashed. Hurricane. Forgot the bruise. Teeth clacked, chain reaction. Peeled off her sweater and blouse. She kicked shoes across the room, yanked my belt. Topless, perfect tits heaving, nipples pointing like lasers.
Laid her roughly on the couch. Slid off her jeans. Cotton panties, innocent white, soaked dark at her mound. Knelt, peeled them down bronzed thighs. Barely-there blonde fuzz over her pussy. Head on her firm belly, sniffed Poison perfume mixed with her musk. Pheromones drove me mad.
Kissed down her groin crease to her hot core. Tongue flicked sealed lips. She mewed, legs parted. Pearly wetness gleamed. Lapped like a bee in nectar. ‘Ooh, gently, I haven’t in ages…’ Lips swelled under my tongue, sweet juice flowed. Brushed her hidden clit hood—she gasped near orgasm.
‘Wait, my turn. Lie back.’ Pushed me against the armrest. Devoured my throbbing cock whole. Sensation exploded. Held back cum with sheer will. Her perfect tits, arched back to round ass… plus three weeks dry from my girlfriend. Spasm hit. She gripped hips, tongue-killed me. I erupted, flooding her greedy mouth. Swallowed every drop, milking dry. Tongue teased the slit—mercy begged.
Licked her lips shamelessly. ‘Ever tasted your own cum?’ ‘Uh, no.’ ‘Delicious.’ Snowballed it in a hot kiss. Salty-nutty, not bad. Tongues swapped fluids. She straddled my thighs, wet pussy lips rubbed my still-hard cock.
The Transit
Arms round my neck, lifted, teased her slit along my shaft. ‘Come in me now.’ Serious eyes. Hand guided my head to her entrance, impaled deep. ‘Aaoh! Fuck, forgot how good!’ Buried balls-deep in tight velvet vise.
She rode, tits teasing my nipples electric. ‘Sorry, Gwen, didn’t know I’d crave this. Never swallowed before…’ Held her face. ‘Nothing’s ever felt this right. All the shit today led here.’ Kissed hard, hips bucked. She rose slow, dropped engulfing.
Rode relentless, eyes half-shut, tongue tip out. Fingered her ass crease, lubed with our juices. Slid middle finger in knuckle-deep. Pace quickened. Pussy clenched my cock, finger deeper, pressing the wall.
Index joined, then ring. She slowed, spread cheeks, pushed back. Triple-finger fuck shook her orgasm. ‘Ooh Gwen, you’re crazy! Never knew ass could cum like this. Fuck my ass!’ Pulled off, aimed my cock at her gaping hole. Replaced fingers, thrust in. Incredible—rings massaged every inch.
Balled deep, balls slapped ass. Fucked slow then hammered. Flipped her doggy, no pullout. Pounded her stretched anus. Her pussy dripped lube, suction sounds wild. She spasmed, milked me. I blew inside as she screamed, ‘Yes fuck, fill me, I’m cumming!’
Trembled, held me. ‘Keep going, stay in.’ Soft thrusts till she relaxed. Cum trailed her cheek, she curled against me, asleep.
Morning light on runways. She stirred, kissed goodbye. No numbers. Keycard surrendered at desk. Plane boards. Memory of her ass, mouth, pussy—fuels the skies.