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Airport



I get up from my seat on the airplane to use the restroom and stretch my

legs. I am like a Pavlov’s dog and head for the back of the airplane. As I am

taking my time winding my way thru the outstretched legs of over grown men

sound asleep there lives in someone else's hands. I see her. There she is in

seat S-2. She is one of about three people awake on the flight. I have taken

the red eye to Key West with a lay over in Dulles. I am flying to meet my

friends for spring break. They all chipped in on a plane ticket so I

wouldn't have to try and make the drive this year. It's 2 am somewhere in

the skies over West Virginia. I think only S-2, the pilot and myself are

awake right now. She is sitting there reading a book, but I am not sure

what. I guess my movement on such a still airplane startled her. S-2 looks

up from her seat and gives me a gracious smile. Appreciating another night

owl on board. Our eyes meet and lock. This is the first time I ever enjoyed

being on crutches, it gives me that much longer to get lost in her amazing

brown eyes. They are like giant reflecting pools. The depth is amazing. The

way the small reading light creates just the right twinkle in the darkened

airplane. She looks down again at her book. She looks miserable stuck

between to oversized business men in wrinkled suits trying to make it home

in time to wake up the nuclear family. Her skin is a soft brown like

caramel. Just then she looks up again seeing that I have had maybe a little

too much trouble navigating business man's knee, and holds up her copy of the Melissa Etheridge's book. I guess she thought I was still standing there

trying to figure out if she is a lesbian or not. I shake my head at the

silliness of the entire situation and make my way for the restroom. When I

make my way back from the restroom I make sure not to look in her direction. I return to my seat trying to forget about it all, but I am unable to shake the vision of her body from my head. I can still see her now sitting there in a flowing dress looking professional yet comfortable. Like a business woman on her way for work, but smart enough to know not to wear her suit on the airplane. The plane lands at Dulles my head still wondering what it would be like to lay my hands on her skin. I make my way to the first restaurant looking for a smoking section completely unnerved by the entire situation. I sit myself down and promptly smoke 2 cigarettes before my heart beat even begins to slow down. I don't have much time maybe an hour and half before I have to get my connecting flight to Key West. I get up from the restaurant feeling a bit more settled and head for the next gate.

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Which of course by airport laws is clear across the terminal. Its 4 am now and nothing is moving here but sleepy travelers and employees. I finally arrive at my gate. Its 4:30 in the morning I look around not a soul here I wonder if I am going to be the only one on this flight. I set my things down. Unattended or not I can't carry them anymore. I decide to see if I can get away with a smoke in the bathroom. More out of boredom then anything else. I am sitting in the handicapped stall sneaking a few puffs trying to blow the smoke down and disperse it before it hits the smoke detectors. I look up to see her. There she is S-2 standing full and in color in front of me. I think to

myself how did she get the door open. How did she know it was me in here?

Was she following me? Was she stalking me? I tell myself to just relax and

see where it goes. She turns around and shuts the door. Then S-2 walks over

to me takes the now very smoking cigarette from my mouth and throws it in

the toilet. Normally this would have registered great amount of being pissed

off in me, but the look on her face told me to keep my mouth shut. She

presses me up against the wall and begins kissing me. I struggle for half a

second and then realize that she isn't trying to hurt me just fuck me. She

is kissing me passionately. Pressing me against the wall, holding my breast

in one hand, and my hands above my head in the other. She is very much

bigger then I am I could get out of this if I wanted to but as soon as she

pulls up my shirt and touch my stomach this thought leaves me completely.

She quickly moves her hand up underneath my shirt to discover that I have no bra on only and undershirt. I was thinking this was going to happen when I

got dressed at 11 p.m. to drive to the airport. Just old jeans an undershirt

and a t-shirt. She quickly shoves my heavy leather jacket from shoulders in

a pile on the floor. My shirt and under shirt are not far behind it. She

is kissing me all over my upper body. Not so gentle bites to the neck make

me gasp in pain at first and then settle into the pleasant pain it is. She

doesn't give me a chance to resist a chance to stand up for my butchness a

chance to try and get to her. Every time my arms make a move for her dress

she shrugs me off. She has me turned around now my bare breasts against the cold ceramic wall. She is kissing my shoulders and my neck. Biting and

tearing at my flesh. Her mouth moves down my back as her hand comes across my breasts again. I can't believe I am letting someone do this to me that I have never even spoken more then a moan to. I don't even know her name. All I know is that she is S-2. I don't know where she is going. Where she came from. She is licking my back up and down in long painfully erotic

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strokes. My pants must be soaked clear thru by now. The wonderfully comfortable fabric of my old Levi’s sticking to my legs. I didn't bother with underwear tonight either. She makes a move for my pants' button, I don't stop her. She pulls the pants down past my hips. I hear a pleasant moan escape her when she realizes that I have no underwear on today. She turns me back around and looks around for a minute. I see her stare down the toilet the cigarette still floating there. She takes me and sets me on the back of the toilet. She puts her self down on the seat and plants her face in my pussy. Her hands still all over the rest of me. My back is arching my head thrown back against the cold tile again. I don't see her hand moving I just feel one of them all over my breasts. Now I find out what the other is up to as she plunges her fingers deep within me. It is all I can do to keep from

screaming out in amazement of her power over me. She is fucking me hard and deep. Powerfully. Her fingers moving faster and harder with every moan that escapes me. She leans over with her other hand and picks my t-shirt up off the floor. She can tell that I am not going to be able to keep up the silent act with her fucking me like this. She hands me my shirt without ever

missing a beat or rhythm of my body. It feels so good to have her inside me

to have all control taken away from me. To just be getting fucked raw, hard,

and fast. It is the kind of fuck that can only be shared by strangers. The

kind of fuck that is nothing more then pure animal attraction. My body is

moving in tune with hers. Or more accurately my body is moving how she wants it to move. She is fucking me so hard that my body is going places I have never been. Places I am not sure of. I push myself to let go and go for it. She continues hard and deep within me. I can tell that I am going to cum

soon. I have to I don't know how much more of this I can take. My body is

tensing so hard that it begins to shake. Every muscle in my body is tight.

From what I can see from the strain in her face so are the muscles in my

body. She is pushing pulling ramming shoving fucking me raw. Her mouth

finding the end of my clit now. It sends shock waves thru my body. She has

been eating me out for what feels like forever I was beginning to think it

was going to go numb. When she finds the one place she was avoiding saving

if you will for the big scene. She sucks my clit into her mouth playing with

the end of it. Toying around it with her tongue. Somehow she finds that much more length on her fingers and hits a spot in me. This sends me thru the roof. I cum with the most amazing orgasm. An orgasm beyond imagination. An orgasm only a fuck can bring. An orgasm that was rather

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difficult to get thru without screaming like a maniac. Right there on the back of a toilet in the middle of an airport at 4 am. She stands up to leave me get dressed, but the curiosity is too much for me. I stop her turn her around press her against the stall. Kiss her with the most gracious thankful kiss I can muster. I pull my body still naked away from hers, and ask her why she did that. S-2 looks at me and says "you just looked like you needed a good orgasm." I turn around to see that my plane ticket has fallen from my coat. She picks it up and hands it to me. She says "ah Key West a little vacation huh?" I am busy getting dressed and just turn around and nod yes. I can't seem to find my voice now that the realization is sinking in about what just happened. She decides to wait while I get dressed and we walk out of the bathroom chatting like old friends. We bid goodbye. I head off to my final boarding call. Just making my flight, with a smile still plastered all over

my face when I land on the island of sun. As I recount the story to my

friends on the way out of the airport, they are all convinced that it was

merely a dream on the plane. That is until they see the bite makes on my

shoulders.