Dragging my battered suitcase across the icy sidewalk outside the transit hotel, I cursed the black ice. Airport shuttle dropped me here for an overnight layover in this frozen anonymous city. Wind howled, verglas everywhere. My foot shot out. Arms windmilled. I tumbled toward the ground, plastic bags from dumpster dives swinging wild. Not homeless, just eccentric collector passing through. Gabardine filthy, beard scruffy, bonnet low.
She grabbed my arms. Cute freckled nose, strawberry blonde curls peeking from mauve beret. Laughing blue eyes, pale chapped lips puffing steam. Slim but pregnant belly pushing her tight dress. We steadied each other, her frail warmth against my bulk. ‘Shouldn’t be out in this!’ she giggled. Arm hooked in mine, we shuffled to the hotel bar. They’d salted the terrace sidewalk—safe island in the slush.
The Stopover
Inside, smoky haze, wet coats, cheap wine stink. I pulled a chair for her. She shed her coat: small tits, nipples poking through thin fabric, round belly intriguing. My cock twitched under the gabardine. ‘Coffee on me. Not a bum—got cash.’ She smiled, ‘Mo. Pregnant, five months. No dad. One-night fling, he vanished.’ Talked snow, cold. Her tea hit hard. ‘Gotta pee,’ she bolted downstairs to the basement toilets.
Minutes dragged. Worried, I descended narrow stairs, knocked. ‘Mo?’ Weak voice: ‘Come in.’ Door cracked. Pale on the throne, dress hiked, panties at ankles, vomit puddle. Fumes stung. I caressed her forehead through beret, cheek soft as peach. Finger traced her lips. She sucked it, eyes locked on my crotch bulge. Hand freed my thick cock, stinking of days unwashed. Tongue swirled pre-cum, cheesy smegma. Sucked deep, cheeks hollowing. I thrust, vein pulsing. Grunted, flooded her throat. She swallowed, gagged, puked again.
The Transit
‘Desire you still.’ Bent over sink, I hiked her dress. Creamy ass cheeks parted. Tongue probed her puckered rosebud, musky bitter. Lapped hanging orange lips, tangy piss residue, clit swelling. She came hard, juices soaking my chin. Stood, aimed cock. She guided to her asshole. Tight ring sucked me in. Hands on hips, I pounded deep. She rocked back, biting arm to muffle screams. I erupted inside, spasms milking me dry. Anus winked, cum dribbling out.
Deep kiss, bitter cum taste. ‘More, not here.’ Swiped my keycard at elevator. Corridor buzzed with suitcase wheels, distant flights roaring over city lights from my window. Room sterile: crisp sheets, mini-fridge hum. She stripped slow, belly taut. Fucked missionary, gentle on the bump, her moans echoing. Spooned anal again, slow grind till dawn quakes.
Morning snowed out my runway view. Keycard beeped at desk, suitcase zipped. ‘Safe travels,’ clerk muttered. Boarded flight, her scent lingered—sweat, cum, vomit tang. Months later, email pinged. ‘Matthieu born. Your son? Come claim us.’ Rushed back, cleaned up my life. That stopover? Best layover ever.