Cain Dingle sat in the departure lounge at Manchester Airport. Though he played the hard man and never shirked from a confrontation, the one fear in his life was flying. Not the actual flight, just take off and landing.
He sipped at the Jack Daniels and coke, his third, and glanced nervously at the departures board, dreading the time his Barcelona flight would be called.
He was going to Spain to exchange the proceeds of his last "bit of business" which involved a stolen Aston Martin, now safely in a container bound for North America with new documents. Cain's cut had been £25,000 which he was intending to spend on some very good forged Euro notes, available in Barcelona, then make a killing in Bureau de Change outlets back in the UK.
His eyes swept the lounge. There was the usual mix of passengers. Families going on holiday , business men, a hen party and a group of football fans bound for some god forsaken hole in Eastern Europe.
Then he spotted a very attractive young lady, seemingly on her own, browsing in the duty free shops.
Cain placed her in her early thirties, nice slim body, dark hair and smartly dressed.
He thought to himself, "I wouldn't mind a few hours in the sack with that," as his eyes bored into the girl following her around the shops and lounge.
The flight was called. Gate 37. Cain swallowed the last of his drink and with trepidation started to walk to the gate. To his delight the young woman also started towards the same gate, still alone.
On board the aircraft, Cain had a window seat in the mid section. After fastening his seat belt he was pleased to see the girl heading in his direction. Stopping at his row.
"37a," she said, checking her boarding pass with the seating plan.
She then tried to lift her quite large piece of hand luggage into the locker, but it was to heavy.
With a huge smile she asked Cain, "I couldn't trouble you to help me with this could I?"
Cain did not reply, simply undid his seat belt and easing past, his hip touching hers, lifted the bag effortlessly into the overhead locker.
"Thank you kind sir," the girl said
"Would you like the window seat?" asked Cain.
"Thank you, that would be lovely".
After settling in, Cain said, "are you travelling alone?"
The girl replied, "yes, this was supposed to be a girlie weekend with my mother, but she caught a bug and can't fly, so rather than waste it, I decided to see what Barcelona can offer a single girl."
"Lots and lots, I should imagine," said Cain, "I know the city quite well," he lied, as he had never been before, "perhaps we can meet for a drink and a bite to eat."
"Yes, that would be nice, thank you, sorry I didn't catch your name,"
He extended hid hand to hers and shook it. "Dingle, Cain Dingle."
"And I'm Tracy, Tracy Barlow."
The plane took off and once at cruising height Cain relaxed and when the drinks trolley came around, he had another Jack Daniels and bought Tracy a vodka & tonic.
"Married, single or divorced?" Cain asked.
"Divorced, with a daughter, Amy she's seven , going on seventeen."
"My Sarah's seven as well, I know what you mean." replied Cain, "oh by the way Sarah is my granddaughter."
"No, you are to young to be a granddad." said an astonished Tracy
"I fathered Debbie, Sarah's mum when I was fourteen, Debbie had Sarah at 15, so I was a granddad at thirty."
"Wow, now that's a first for me." said Tracy
"What is?"
Tracy leaned over to Cain and pulled his head down. Their lips met in a long passionate kiss.. When it ended. Tracy whispered softly .
"I've never been fucked by a granddad before."
Cain smiled, placed his hand between her legs and said "you don't know what you've been missing."
Once through the airport they jumped in a taxi and headed for Cain's hotel.
After checking in, they kissed furiously in the lift up to their floor.
In the room, Cain threw Tracy on the bed. He undid her slacks and pulled them off her. Her white cotton panties were already moist as Can pulled aside the material to reveal her pussy lips, glistening with sweet female moisture. He roughly pushed two fingers deep inside her. Tracy gave a little cry of pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell.
Cain withdrew his fingers and loosened the belt on his jeans, pulled down the zipper and stepped out of them. Lowering his boxer shorts he revealed his erect cock to Tracy's eyes for the firs time. She was amazed. It was a good eight inches, thick and heavily veined. She wanted it inside her.
"Fuck me you bastard, fuck me now and fuck me hard." screamed Tracy.
Cain obliged her.
He pushed the huge member into her pussy, ramming in as far as it would go. Tracy wanting more, wrapped her legs around him and urged him to push deeper.
This could not last and Cain after a few minutes, shot his load of semen, deep inside Tracy's pussy.
As he withdrew, he took his now shrinking cock and wiped the wet end over Tracy's belly, leaving smears of sticky fluid.
He got up pulled on his shorts and jeans and said "I have a bit of business to sort out, I will be about four hours."
Before Tracy could speak he said "if you want more of that, plus some little tricks I know, hang around, if not your hotel is not far away, and oh, its been nice meeting you."
With that he walked out of the door.
"Arrogant bastard" said Tracy "If he thinks I am waiting around here for him. Then he is absolutely right. I want more of that.