It was midnight and the airport was dead quiet. A knot was forming in my stomach. I had never done anything even remotely like this. Eighteen, I had never even had a date.
The board above the baggage caracal suddenly changed. The 11:50 flight from Dallas changed from "delayed" to "arrived". I immediately stood up in nervous anticipation. It would be a few more minutes before the off-loading was done, and the passengers would begin to trickle out, but I wasn't going to be caught off guard.
I began to check myself over. I straightened out my shirt and checked my reflection in a nearby window.
I was stopped by the sound of talking down the hall and quickly I straightened up again. As the throng of people rounded the corner into the baggage claim, I scanned the crowd for her. I had only seen a few photos, but I thought I knew what I was looking for. Her name was Ms. Laura. She was a fifty two year old divorcee and retired dominatrix.
The crowd walked passed and then disbursed to the corners of the room. Before I knew it no one was left. I looked around thinking I had missed her, but she wasn't there. Terrible thoughts started to pass through my head and I felt embarrassed. She didn't show.
I was about to go up to the counter to see if she had even boarded the aircraft when I heard a voice behind me, "John?"
I turned around to find an older looking woman looking at me from behind the brim Cowboys' baseball cap. She was a half a foot shorter than me, wore no makeup, and had on a pair of black dress pants, a conservative black blouse, and dinner jacket. She was just an ordinary old woman, not a dominatrix.
"Yes?" I responded not quiet knowing who I was talking to.
She smiled and pulled out a pair of glasses to have a closer look at me, "I'm Ms. Laura."
I must have unknowingly given her a look of surprise because her smiled got even bigger, "you expected leather boots and dark makeup didn't you."
I nodded.
"Well it's not something I travel in," she put away her glasses, "you are a lot cuter in person. I think I'm going to really enjoy this weekend. My bags will be here shortly dear. There's a gray roller bag and brown suitcase. Both should have my name on the tag."
There was an awkward pause as I continued to look at her somewhat disappointed.
It took me a second, but it registered that I was supposed to get them, "yes Ma'am."
I then walked over the caracal to wait. As I stood there watching the luggage slowly trickle on to the conveyor belt I started to think about what I got myself into. Maybe it was hormones or just a desperate boy trying to lose is virginity by any means. Somehow I was going to be this elderly woman's sex slave.
I began to think about my means of escape without hurting her. We had met online two years. It was a lonely night. I was searching some of the darker corners of the internet to fulfill some of my more taboo fantasies. Ever since then we had chatted from time to time and become good friends. Maybe it was the fact I couldn't see her in person or because she already knew my deepest secrets, but I could tell her anything. I couldn't just tell her to go home or run away.
I saw the two bags come out and I grabbed them. She was waiting for me on a bench by the door when I returned.
"Ok, that's them," she made no attempt to grab them from me instead turned to the door, "I know you don't have a car so I'll get us a taxi."
I nodded and groaned carrying the bags. They were heavy for their size. I found Ms. Laura outside chatting with a cabby. My heart sunk. I couldn't hear what she was saying. I thought she might be telling someone why she was here. I hide my face.
"John over here," she yelled to me the turned back to the cabby, "that's my nephew. He's got my bags."
My pounding heart settled and carried the bags over to the taxi. The cabby helped me load them in the trunk as Ms. Laura climbed into the back seat. A few minutes later I joined her. She padded the seat next to her and urged me close.
The cabby wasn't in the taxi yet when she spoke to me, "you liked the nephew thing. I figured you didn't want people looking at you funny. It's not every day an older woman like me gets to be with a young handsome man like you."
I forced a smile, "that's right."
"Don't be shy love. We've been friends for a while we won't do anything you're uncomfortable with," she rubbed my chest, "just relax and enjoy this opportunity."
The cabby climbed in, "all buckled up? Where we headed?"
"My nephew got me accommodations at this hotel," she reached into her purse and pulled out a slip of paper handing it to him.
I couldn't help but look inside. I could clearly see a pair of handcuffs and she saw me looking at them. She gave me a wink.
The cabby unfolded the paper, "wow! he got you a nice hotel. I know where that is and I usually only take rich folk there."
She remained looking at me, "I know he's real sweet to his aunty."
I blushed.
The cabby turned around gave Ms. Laura a keen look, "hey bud, if she was my aunt I'd be real sweet too."
Ms. Laura smiled and giggled like a school girl as the cabby started the engine. I took the time to look at Ms. Laura closer. She might have been older and dressed like a nun, but she was still pretty attractive. She was slim with a modest bust and wide hips. Her lips and skin were lightly wrinkled, but had a bright appearance. Ms. Laura had auburn hair which hung down cut at the shoulder. In her prime she would have been a model and aged she still looked good. As I looked at her the taxi started driving and I felt a hand creep on to my lap I jumped a little bit.
"It should be about fifteen minutes," the cabby said before turning on the radio.
Ms. Laura chuckled then whispered, "little jumpy?"
"So Laura how long are you going to be here," the Cabby asked.
"Couple of days," she put her purse in my lap and used it to cover her hand and it crept closer to my crotch, "I needed a vacation and my nephew decided to help me out."
"Why was that? Problems at home?" the cabby continued to question.
"Yes unfortunately, I got a divorced a few years back and my ex can't stay away. I finally said I need a break and flew out from Dallas," Ms. Laura wasn't lying she steered the conversation skillfully, "now a few days away from him and with my dear nephew is all I need."
"There's nothing like family," the cabby laughed then turned up the radio.
Her hand finally reached my crotch and her fingers wrapped around my cock. I wanted to say something, but with the cabby right there and all the blood leaving my brain. I was frozen.
She spoke very softly so it couldn't be heard over the radio, "mmm, this will do nicely."
Ms. Laura remained silent the rest of the trip only teasing me in the back seat. Finally we pulled up in the hotel foyer. The cabby got out first and opened the door for us, then popped the trunk. I grabbed the bags and set them on the curb.
"You two have fun," the cabby got in the cab, "ask for Eric if you need a cab. I give a discount for repeat business."
Before he drove off he winked at Ms. Laura. She smiled and waved.
"Don't get jealous now he's got nothing on you," Ms. Laura helped me pick up the bags, but once again left it to me to carry them inside, "dear, did you bring anything?"
I nodded, "it's in the room already. I checked in this afternoon to get everything ready, because I knew you would have a late flight."
She smiled, "good boy."
"Fourth floor, room 429," I made an attempt to reach my pockets with the bags, but failed, "I have the key card in my front pocket. I'll get it later."
Without asking Ms. Laura stuck her hand in and grabbed it, "let's go."
I felt a little violated with her just reaching into my pocket and from the cab ride. I need to get out of here. My head was fighting my dick. I had never been that close to getting laid before, but this was so taboo. What kind of by loose his virginity to a fifty two year old. I finally settled that I had things in the room that I needed to retrieve before I could just leave.
I walked with her upstairs planning my Houdini acted. I could step out while she was sleeping or fake a phone call with urgent family business. She could be comfortable in the room for the next four days and I could still be friends with her after she left.
Finally we came to 429 and Ms. Laura opened the door. I had been here earlier and seen it before, but it still impressed me.
Immediately to the right was the bathroom with a large shower and wall mirror. Several of the kinds of soaps she asked for were laid out on the sink. From there the room opened up into a small kitchen living room with mini fridge microwave and coffee table. Everything was already stocked with food and drinks.
Then behind a divider was the bedroom. To one wall was a large flat-screen TV, and to the other a queen sized bed. There was also a recliner in one corner with a lamp next to it.
The best feature was last though. Just beyond the bed in the corner was a small hot tub. It had been the made feature that I paid for in the room and the one I tried to surprise Ms. Laura with.
