Dublin Airport buzzed with muffled announcements and rolling suitcases. I dragged my black roller behind me, heels clicking on tile. 42, blonde, blue-eyed, 5’7″, feeling ripe. Vincent pushed me to contact Gerry, our old fling. No hotels, crisis rules. Gerry waited at arrivals, silver fox smile slicing me open. Elegant jacket, magnetic pull. ‘Patricia,’ he purred. Car ride smooth, my training files on lap, pulse racing.
His house: neat garden, impersonal welcome. Dropped bag in guest room. Tour quick. Coffee black, chats light—no past heat yet. Shower called. Steam filled bathroom. Hands wandered. Squeezed soft C-cups, nipples hard. Down belly, to trimmed triangle bush—vintage tease I’d shaped thinking of him. Fingers grazed wet lips, cheeks flushed. Cold rinse snapped me back.
The Layover
Evening cozy. Compliments flowed: career glow, body blooming. Slept sound. Next day: training grind. Corporate tower, info overload. Gerry picked me up at 6pm, city lights flickering outside. Exhausted. ‘Dinner tomorrow?’ ‘Too beat.’ Shower again, 7:30pm. Wrapped towel, texted Vincent: rest night. Slipped tiny shorty hugging ass cheeks. Black silk camisole. Wool vest to thighs, bare legs, modest cleavage.
Living room dim, candles. Gerry poured red wine. Deep armchair swallowed me, thighs spilling wide. ‘Make yourself home,’ he said, eyes hungry. Chatted Vincent, his cycling. Blushed at his ‘you drive men wild’ line. Slipped away, returned vest two buttons loose. Leaned for food—camisole gone, tits full view, nipples peaked. Heart hammered. ‘Resources woman,’ he grinned.
Felt bold. ‘You make me explore.’ Heat built. Dinner done, stood to leave. ‘Thank me for canceled rez?’ Playful edge. Fire in gut. ‘Like last time ended.’ Kissed him. Knelt smooth. Zipper down. His cock: groomed, thickening fast. Stroked shaft, cupped balls. Licked head, salty. Sucked deep, long smooth rod filling mouth. Vest off, tits thrust up, ass popped in shorty. Pussy soaked fabric.
The Hookup
Pumped hungry. Memories flashed: his last load swallowed accidental. Edged him out, jerked furious. Back in, throat fucked. Tits offered. ‘Patricia!’ Jets hit chest, thick ropes surprising volume. Warm, sticky honor. Proud slut glow. Wiped quick. He kissed tits, pinched nipple—zap to core. Soft lip lock. To rooms.
Bed, top naked, shorty damp. Needed release. Propped phone, video Vincent. Face first, smooch. Lowered: bare tits, triangle bush. His eyes popped. Calmed on pillow. Fingers circled clit, dipped pussy. Convulsed cumming hard, teasing cut-off. Bathroom mirror: neck streak white—his cum missed. Brushed teeth, door ajar quiet.
Vincent’s text: ‘Stunning show. Enjoy stay. P.S. Freshen up.’ Knew. Shame spiked desire. Tomorrow’s flight out? No, week left—but this night burned anonymous fire. Urgency pulsed: gone soon, no strings.