As Leighton Meester lay in her hospital bed, cuddling her new daughter Arlo, she took a huge sigh of relief. For months, the actress and singer had worried about giving birth to the little girl but not for the reasons one would think. She was not nervous about the pain and distress from the process of childbirth, nor the pressure of raising a child. Instead, she worried about the baby itself and what it may look like coming out.
"Thank god you look like Daddy," she told the baby as she kissed its forehead. "I didn't want to bring a souvenir from down under back in my life."
For nine months, Leighton kept a major secret from her husband Adam. What he thought was a filming session in Australia over New Year's was not reality. There was no filming, there was no work at all. Leighton's Australian vacation was a pleasure trip, one she hates herself for taking. She refers to the trip, to herself, as the 'dumbest mistake' of her life.
It all started in October of 2014, while at a convention, when she met a man named Nasr, an Australian of Middle Eastern descent and a major fan of hers. When he first approached her, she was awestruck by the man. He was a tall man, very in shape with a full black beard and long hair, looking like a ripped Arab Jesus. He approached her and offered to buy her a drink, which she initially declined but quickly changed her mind as he was walking away, wearing tight jeans that drove the girl wild.
Leighton hated that she reacted as she did but she was still human. The man was very attractive and Leighton felt flirty. For months, she had suspected her husband of flirting with women, which was her justification. She sat at the bar with the man, first tugging her low cut pink shirt down enough to show as much cleavage as her b-cups would allow. The scrunchie in her hair went to her wrist and her light brown hair flowed over her shoulders. The slender five foot five woman sipped on her drink as she stared into his brown eyes.
Nasr could not help but stare at her cleavage, something she picked up on quickly and could feel a rush in her body from the attention. After an hour of talking and flirting, she informed him that she was planning to take a vacation to his homeland of Australia over New Year's holiday. Initially it was just to be a solo sight-seeing adventure, after some quick planning, Nasr was to show her around his hometown. He knew and she knew that 'show her around town' meant a lot more than an outsider would know.
Fast forward to December 30th, in the parking lot of the airport. Adam and Leighton decided, since it would be a week apart, to have one final romp in 2014. The backseat of their cherry red Acura became a makeshift bed. Leighton on her back, her top half stripped naked, her tight jeans hanging from her left ankle while her husband's jeans were at his knees, his shirt pulled up and held by his teeth. They passionately kissed as his condom-less dick injected her womb with his hot seed, a decision that in nine months would turn out to be the saving grace for the marriage.
Leighton was disappointed as she was unable to achieve orgasm from her husband yet again, which was a main reason she had decided not to cancel the pleasure trip. For a month, she debated whether or not to cancel, feeling the guilt. It wasn't until two weeks earlier that she caught him flirting with a bikini model at a Los Angeles party. Seeing how open he was infuriated the former 'Gossip Girl' actress. That night, she texted Nasr and made the final plans.
Once their sex romp was complete, Leighton reapplied her bra, black tank top and light white sweater. She gave her husband a kiss and grabbed her carry-on luggage before heading into the airport. She looked back and smiled as he got in the driver's seat and pulled up to her. After the window went down, she bent down and kissed him again.
"Have a fun trip babe," Adam said.
Leighton waved as he drove away, rolling her eyes when he was gone. She made her way through the airport and eventually onto the plane. Before she took off, she sent Nasr a text, making sure he would be there to pick her up when her flight. She sat back in her seat and drifted off the sleep, the anticipation of her final day in 2014 made itself known while she slept.
In her dream, Leighton imagined Nasr picking her up in the middle of the airport, swinging her around before tearing her clothes off and taking her right in front of the crowd. Luckily for her, she was in first class alone, meaning nobody would hear her soft purrs of bliss that escaped her lips. Just as the sex act was finishing in the dream, she woke up, her panties drenched in her own juices. Looking around to check if the coast was clear, she stood up and ran to the bathroom to towel her privates off.
As she stood in the bathroom, her jeans and wet panties around her ankles, Leighton used the towel for more than drying off. The soft touch of fabric brushing against her swollen clit caused her legs to buckle and her abdominal muscles to contract. The dream had been so intense that it only took about a minute for her soak the towel in a fresh coat of cum. She had to sit on the toilet to avoid smashing her face into the door. She stared up at the ceiling, her jaw wide open and her tongue hanging out while a dreamy haze washed over her eyes.
"Wah-how! Wow!" she panted, barley able to move. "You better be as good in reality as you are in my dreams, Nasr."
Leighton returned to her seat and fell back asleep. By the time she awoke, she was within an hour from arriving at her destination. Luckily, she was about to avoid another panty-soaking dream although she was still wet from the first one. The eager woman tapped her feet rapidly as the anticipation was trying it's best to kill her.
"Hurry the fuck up," she whispered under her breath repeatedly.
The plane was finally on the ground and Leighton wanted to jump out and into her secret lover's arms. Impatiently, she waited for the stewardesses to allow the plane to unload. Once they did, she darted out of the plane as if it was on fire, her carry-on bag gripped tightly in her hand. After the typical processing in international travel, she headed towards the exit when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her brown-skinned savior standing near a vending machine.
"Nasr!" she called out, gathering the man's attention.
"Leighton!" he yelled back.
They ran into each other's arms like a scene in a romantic comedy. Their lips met and they embraced in a long, passionate kiss. To them, nobody else existed on earth at this moment. It took almost a minute before they separated their lips and stared into their matching brown eyes.
"I've missed you so freakin' much," she said as she hugged him. "I've been dreaming about this day since we last saw each other."
"Me too," he said, his hands gently resting on her hips.
"I'm surprised I didn't just rip your clothes of and-," she started but stopped as a family walked past them.
"Leighton, there will be plenty for that," Nasr said, pulling her closer. "I have a heavenly night planned for us. I've booked the best restaurant in Sydney for our dinner before we can retire back to my place and send the year off with a bang."
"'A bang', I like the sound of that," she giggled.
The happy couple kissed once more before leaving the airport, hands together and fingers interlaced. Leighton walked as close to Nasr's body as she possibly could as they made their easy to his car. Like the gentleman he was, he held the door open for her and closed it once she was in. Once in the driver's seat, he placed a hand on her thigh and softly rubbed it before backing out and heading to the streets.
"We are going to stop at my place so you can get changed," Nasr said, noticing his lady friend admiring the city skyline in front of the beautiful dusk sky.
