Flight delayed 12 hours. Paris to New York layover in Frankfurt airport hotel. Swipe the mag key. Beep. Elevator dings. Room 412. View over runways. Planes rumble outside. Van and I dump suitcases. She’s my goth bestie, short black buzzcut, pale skin, tribal tat snaking over her right tit, navel piercing glinting. Shaved slit always on show at home. We’re lovers, but keep it secret. She texts Buddha, her florist boss’s son. ‘Come help with bags, stay over.’ He’s local, shy virgin giant. 6’1, 260 lbs, round belly, baby face.
Lounge bar downstairs. Teens partying his birthday. We stick out, goth black outfits. Drunk kid hits on me. Van laughs, eyes Buddha. She whispers, ‘Watch this.’ Pulls him to game room corner. I hide behind slots. She strips tank top. Small pointy tits, pale nipples. Drops stretch pants. Red lace thong. Straddles him on couch. Kisses deep. Guides his huge paws to her smooth pussy. ‘Stroke slow… feel my clit?’ He fingers her. She moans. Yanks his shorts. ‘Oh fuck!’ Monster cock springs out. Long, thick, veiny. Balls like oranges. She worships it. Lips stretch wide, sucks greedy. He cums fast. She mounts anyway. Tiny body engulfs it. Grinds hips. Pubes mash. She cums screaming. I drip watching, pussy throbbing.
The Layover
Back in room. Corridor footsteps echo. AC hums. Van drags me to shower. Her tongue on my clit. Straps on Hector dildo. I doggy, ass up. She pounds. Vaginal quake. Sleep sweaty.
Next night. Van invites Buddha for ‘concert’ vibe in lounge. Back to room. Pullout bed unfolds. Planes whoosh by. He showers first. Blushes at nude Van in boxers. I slip satin nightie, tiny thong. Moonlight spills in. Joints lit. Van strips bare. Pussy lips gleam. ‘Your turn.’ I feign shy. Drop nightie. Kneel, arch tits. Van sucks my nipples. Fingers my bush. Buddha’s bulge tents. I crawl, kiss him. Grab his cock. Heavy, hot steel. Jerk slow. He mauls tits clumsy.
Van licks my ass from behind. Tongue spears hole. I cum hard. Straddle Buddha. Pussy stretches. Gland pops in. ‘Huge!’ Inch down. Hits cervix too soon. Grind entrance. Orgasms build fast. He spurts hot inside. Van laps creampie. I explode.
The Transit
She sucks him hard again. I titfuck. Van 69s me. Tongue clit, thumb pussy, finger ass. Brutal cum, bite fist bloody.
Buddha dogs Van. Slaps her tiny ass. Thumb her pucker. She rages. ‘Fuck! Deeper!’ He rails. I direct: slow, tease edge. She begs. He thumbs deep. She shrieks orgasm. He floods her.
Dawn. Cunnis on him. Pussies grind his face. Cum stains sheets. Exhausted tangle.
Morning. Swipe key returns. Desk clerk smiles knowing. Bags roll. Gate calls. Pussy aches full. Best layover ever. Van winks. ‘Next stop, girl?’ Planes roar. We board, grinning.