James cursed the flight attendant after handing over five dollars for a single serving bottle of vodka and a glass of orange juice. He had asked for a screwdriver and had instead been handed a full glass of orange juice along with a shot of vodka. Where, exactly was he supposed to do the mixing?
“Whatever…” He mumbled before downing the vodka, quickly chasing the rubbing alcohol taste from his mouth with a sip of orange juice. He had needed a quick pick-me-up and something to calm his nerves. The vodka had done both and was thus money well spent.
James didn't like to fly. He didn't exactly hate it either. James just always found himself amazingly thankful when he landed and was back on solid ground. This past flight had been no different and as he staggered up the walkway and into Dallas-Fort Worth airport James found himself smiling, once again thankful to be on the ground.
He caught the tram to the gate from which his connecting flight would be departing and found himself lucky enough to be stationed directly in front of a just-opening newsstand. He picked up a copy of the day’s paper and browsed a couple of magazines he had no intention of buying before retreating to the uncomfortable airport seats, settling in for the several hours he had to wait on his flight back to Chicago.
After a short entry in his travel journal about the flight and a few notes for later James opened his paper to browse the Texas headlines. He had no sooner opened his paper to an article on SARS than he found himself bored and reading “Ziggy” as a mood-brightener.
“So what's goin on in the news?”
The voice had come from the other side of his protective newspaper shield, but had sounded friendly enough to warrant a response. He attempted to sound intelligent but didn't bother to lift his eyes from Garfield to answer.
“World’s blowin up. Republicans call for reform.”
The voice on the other side of the paper laughed the kind of girlish laugh that very young women tend to and James put the paper down. She was pretty. Black hair, a happy looking face, beautiful brown eyes and rather stylishly dressed. She sat across from James, her legs lightly crossed and covered by red baggy pants. Her hands were clasped in her lap in an attractive, youngish sort of way that managed to make her look innocent and sweet while pushing her breasts together nicely beneath her white t-shirt.
After a brief moment of uncomfortable silence he finally took the initiative, lest they be staring at one another until he boarded his flight in three and a half hours. He introduced himself and was happy to acknowledge her warm self-introduction.
“Hello James. I'm Kelly. Where are you heading today?”
That was all it took. From there on out the conversation was great. They didn't find too much in common, but they found enough to have a very animated talk. She was funny and he was sharp and thus they found themselves getting along famously within a half hour. Soon they were off on a walk, talking excitedly and just enjoying one another’s company.
Eventually in a wing of the airport, yet to come to life for early morning traffic, the two slowed a bit and enjoyed a moment away from everyone else on a bench somewhat out of sight from the main hallways. The conversation turned to sex, as it tends to between young single people and soon the two were speaking intimately in whispered voices.
“So you let him take you the other way? What was that like? Was it awful? Did it hurt?”
Kelly giggled suggestively and smiled.
“It wasn’t bad. I didn't love it or anything, but he did manage to make me cum.”
Kelly examined her companion for a few moments before continuing.
“Of course I couldn’t let him cum in my ass. It would go against my principles. I have standards and rules you know. I never let anyone cum in my ass on the first date. “
James laughed a bit at Kelly’s half-joke before retorting.
“Aww, so there will be no exceptions, even in airports?”
“Even in airports. Though we might be able to work something else out…”
No more than five minutes later, the two of them had stumbled into a bathroom together and locked the door from the inside. James pulled Kelly’s white shirt over her head and made short work of her front snapping bra. She pulled her arms together behind her, allowing the silky bra to slide from her shoulders to the floor at her six.
Kelly had amazing breasts. Large and perky with fat pink nipples begging someone to love them. James got to work. It wasn’t so much that he wasn’t imaginative enough to go somewhere other then directly for her nipples. It was just that he was too attracted to them to pass them up. He licked, sucked, and kissed her nipples, rolling them around in his mouth, first one then the other. He was ginger and careful until she took a handful of his hair.
“Bite me.” She hissed. “I want to feel it.”
