the daydream beginning after.. Her thoughts began to race.. and ending with... Her own breath was quickening as his fingers inched closer and closer to her private region.
What the hell else could go wrong screamed through her mind as she glared blankly at her monitor? The mesmerizing starfield screen saver had replaced her charts but she continued to stare…
"Stephanie, Stephanie!" Marsha called out with a hand waving wilding in the air, "Over here! Over here!"
They agreed ahead of time that if they should get separated at the security check point they would just meet-up at the gate. With all the terrorist threats, security guards were no longer tolerant of people loitering in airline terminals.
Stephanie was slowly making her way through the oncoming tidal wave of passengers. She felt as if she were paddling against a raging tide with her carry-on reluctantly in tow.
"Where are all these crazy people coming from?" Stephanie asked with a frazzled look as she finally reached her friend and co-worker at the gate.
"Who knows? Who cares?" Marsha answered with a big toothy smile. "We're out-of-here for seven days and I don't wanna hear about work, home, kids or husbands. Deal?"
"Deal!" Stephanie answered with a wink.
"Good grief girl friend!" Marsha gasped looking to the large bag half-hidden behind Stephanie. "I thought we agreed to travel light?"
"Well, I have this one project I need to finish." Stephanie confessed before lowering her head.
"NOOOOO!" Marsha screamed out with a reddening face.
A multitude of bodies turned towards them, including a security guard.
"What's the problem here?" The muscular uniformed man demanded.
"Oh nothing." Stephanie answered stepping in front of Marsha.
The crowd was dispersing as Stephanie over-flowed with information about their flight and eventual cruise out of Miami.
Marsha stood there in silence, angry at Stephanie for bringing work along on their much needed 'girls only' vacation.
Stephanie was still flirting with the handsome security guard when the flights pre-boarding was announced.
"Well, you two ladies have a safe flight and a great cruise." The friendly guard said before turning to leave.
In all her excitement Stephanie had forgotten about her carry-on. When she turned to retrieve it, it was gone.
"Oh my God!" She screamed out. "Where's my bag? My ID? My money?"
She and Marsha frantically surveyed the adjacent area but her carry-on was no where in sight.
Hurriedly the security guard wrote down all the information Stephanie could give him about her baggage including her phone number and address as the last boarding call was announced.
"Don't worry Ma'am. Get on your plane. I'll do what I can to locate your luggage. Here's my card. Call me when you get back in town." He said with a smile ushering Stephanie off.
She looked at the card while dashing toward the empty boarding area.
"Thank you Darnell!" Stephanie called back as the agent closed the door behind her.
Once on the plane Stephanie found Marsha half way down the aisle, seated on the left by the window. Lucky for them the middle seat in their row was vacant so they had some comfortable distance between them.
"Don't say it Marsha!" Stephanie warned adding a nervous chuckle as she settled into her seat.
Marsha just grinned before turning to look out the window.
Little did Stephanie know… while she was flirting with the sexy security guard Marsha briefly slipped away with her carry-on, removing Stephanie's ID and money before taking it to the desk asking to have it sent downstairs for Stephanie's husband to retrieve later!
Nothing was going to spoil this vacation!
The short flight to Florida was uneventful. Marsha cuddled silently up to the window closing her eyes. Stephanie was quiet; upset at her baggage having been stolen and wondering if Marsha was still angry with her for trying to bring work on their vacation. The last thing she wanted to hear out of Marsha right now was, "That's what you get for bringing it."
It troubled Stephanie to think of her laptop with all the sensitive information on it in the hands of a stranger! She closed her eyes envisioning that handsome security guard as she clutched his card in her hand.
"Darnell…" whispered in her mind.
What a sexy name for one sexy guy. He could have been Denzel Washington's twin. He looked just like him!
Her thoughts began to race…
Darnell was standing on her doorstep returning her carry-on.
"Oh you found it! How can I ever thank you? Come on in. You can leave it here in the foyer." Stephanie said softly in her seductive voice while standing aside to allow him entry. "I can get it upstairs later." She added coyly.
"Nonsense!" He insisted heading towards the staircase with her luggage in hand. "Just tell me where you want it and I'll put it there."
The muscles beneath his tight black shirt were bulging and his pants were snug showing off his pumped thighs.
Stephanie watched almost speechless as his nice round ass rocked from side to side in those snug jeans.
Darnell stopped at the base of the stairs turning as Stephanie almost collided into him.
"Where to Stephanie?" He asked with a grin.
Stephanie was melting inside as she stammered out a reply.
"Top of stairs… bedroom… on right." She answered with a girlish giggle.
"Not a problem." He sighed mounting the stairs two at a time like a flighty gazelle!
Stephanie scurried up the stairs trying to catch up.
Darnell was all the way inside her bedroom as she reached her doorway.
"Right here okay?" He asked setting down the bag as he looked around the room. "Your bedroom's awesome." He commented before looking to the corner seeing a bow flex machine. "You work-out Stephanie?" He asked with added enthusiasm.
"My hu... actually I just got it." She corrected herself as her cheeks began to flush.
"They're great! I have one myself." He added walking towards it. "I'm actually a personal trainer and masseuse. I just took the security job at the airport while I build up my clientele."
Stephanie could not believe her ears. Her Doctor recently suggested she find a good masseuse and personal trainer. Was this her lucky day or what?
"Let me give you a demonstration?" He asked guiding Stephanie over to her bed.
"What are you doing?" Stephanie demanded with nervous excitement.
"Well, whenever possible you should start with a good warm-up. Get those muscles limber. Let's start with a massage." He answered confidently.
Reluctantly Stephanie slid onto her stomach on the edge of the bed while her thoughts raced illicitly, envisioning him standing naked behind her. Her heart was pounding as his strong hands grasped her shoulders firmly.
An excited moan escaped her sealed lips as her eyes closed in anticipation.
Slowly he mulled the tense muscles across her shoulder blades.
"Relax this is supposed to feel good. You're still all tense." He leaned forward now whispering. "Just let go Baby. I promise I'll make ya feel real good."
Stephanie felt his warm breath on the nape of her neck and his hardness pressing into her outer thigh… before his talented fingers began working up and down her body.
Her sex was tingling as his strong hands massaged in and out, back and forth, up and down her legs. She could smell his faint manly scent as he worked up a sweat while his talented hands moved methodically over her quivering body. Her own breath was quickening as his fingers inched closer and closer to her private region.
A loud 'ping' startled Stephanie from her daydream.
"Please fasten your seatbelts, lock your trays and bring your seats to their upright positions. We will be landing in Fort Lauderdale shortly. Thank you." sounded over the intercom.
Stephanie with a flushed face took a deep breath before following the attendant's instructions.
Marsha was adjusting in her seat looking over to her friend. She really wanted to let Stephanie stew about her bag until they were out-to-sea but she knew Stephanie needed her paperwork to board the cruise ship…
"Enjoy the flight?" Marsha asked with her pixie grin.
Still in the thralls of arousal Stephanie answered with only a twisted smile.
By the time the two had disembarked Stephanie was once again agitated over her loss at Dulles Airport.
"Don't even say it!" Stephanie warned again as they stepped onto the flat escalator in the terminal. She felt naked without her luggage.
Marsha was annoyed at Stephanie's attitude but just smiled trying to prolong Stephanie's punishment as long as possible.
When they reached the baggage claim area Stephanie's cell phone began ringing while she plucked Marsha's luggage off the carousel.
Marsha's heart began pounding. She hoped it wasn't Keith calling to ask why he was summoned to the airport for his wife's carry-on!
Frowning Stephanie pulled the phone out of her jacket. Looking at the displayed number she sighed. "Already? What the hell does he want?" Groaning under her breath she just shut it off before tucking it back inside her pocket.
Marsha breathed a sigh of relief before thanking Stephanie for retrieving her luggage for her.
The short burly attendant, who had been standing close-by watching their every move, asked if they needed assistance.
"We're going on the Carnival Cruise today." Stephanie offered.
"Well then. Your shuttle is already waiting at the curb." He answered while boldly loading their bags onto his flatbed cart.
The girls reluctantly walked behind the squatty porter, eyeing all the scurrying summer clad passengers in the terminal as they were led outside.
"I don't have any money to tip him." Stephanie whispered.
"Don't worry I got it covered."
They both watched as he clumsily loaded their luggage into the bus.
"Thank you." Marsha said reluctantly placing a crumpled dollar bill in the guy's open hand.
"Cheap broad," He mumbled turning to leave.
"Next time ask, Asshole!" Marsha retorted with a satisfied expression.
Without looking back, the porter flipped the bird as he pushed his flatbed cart back inside the terminal!
"I can't believe he did that!" Stephanie gasped.
"I'm over it!" Marsha laughed. "Let's get our asses on that shuttle!"
The bus was full so the girl's squeezed together onto the last available bench seat.
A disturbed expression washed over Stephanie's paling face.
