The airport was a bustling mob of moving bodies as Randy and Mary waited for the ticket counter.
Randy reflected that they weren't moving at all at the moment. Mary heard him sigh heavily behind her and poked an elbow back into his stomach, asking "what's the matter with you?"
"I just hate this part of waiting in line." Randy replied checking out the notice board for the hundredth time, their flight was still leaving for England in an hour, hopefully no delays. "You think they would have like a T.V. or something to entertain people while waiting a thousand years."
"Don't be such a grumpy ass," Mary stated with a grin. Randy had to admit that being in line with her made the wait a whole lot more endurable. They had been joking around the entire time and really staring at her ass for the past 15 minutes hadn't hurt either.
"My ass is not grumpy," Randy said with a grin and then poked her butt. "Your ass is grumpy!"
"Hey, watch those hands."
"It wasn't a hand, it was a finger."
"Then quit fingering me!"
Randy burst out laughing and checked the people around him. They were all either pretending not to notice them or just blatantly laughing at their antics.
Randy and Mary went well together in everyway; they were both avid readers, who liked the same music, dirty jokes and anything involving sex. Recently Randy had separated from his wife and Mary had helped him get through a tough time of adjustment. As a thank you Randy was taking her to England to meet an old msn friend of hers.
Mary always thought the marriage was a bad idea. Of course most of it was Randy's fault with his ramped cheating. Mary never judged him for it though and saw him like she saw herself, as someone who was probably just not right for marriage to one person and only to be with one person.
Their relationship had grown very close over the last four of months. The first two spent just seeing Randy through his divorce and the pain that followed. It was probably best it happened this way because they had been able to really talk and get to know everything about each other. Mary found herself opening up and telling Randy everything about her life and everything she had been through. She found him a good listener and someone who gives comfort as easily as she did.
Eventually it moved from just talking. They had always had a strong connecting that had a lot to do with lust that only increased the more they didn't indulge in it. Mary remembered the night when they had just been talking and suddenly found Randy between her legs, an enormous erection pressing against her. She groaned when he pressed down on her lightly. Through two layers of clothes her clit could feel the underside of his shaft burning a line across it.
They had been watching T.V. but he turned it off and in the semi darkness she could seem him smile down at her. Nothing was said for a second as they just laid there, one on the other, bodies pulsing.
Slowly he leaned down to spoke into the cup of her ear. "You know I lie here beside you and all I can think about is, 'is her pussy really as tight as she says? Can I stuff my hot, throbbing black dick into her without splitting her apart?' Tell me Mary, do you think that little slutty pussy of yours can take it?"
Mary all but came from these words, it had been the topic of their discussions many times how much she loved dirty talk and being called a slut and a whore. She ground her now very wet pussy up against him, her juices nearly soaking through her jeans as moths of pent up tension started to uncoil inside her, gushing out like a river.
