Walking up the breezeway, the traveler shifted his carryon from one shoulder to another. He was tired from too many airports, not enough sleep and still another week to go before returning home.
His layover in KC was to be just a night, with a very early morning flight out. For what seemed like the thousandth time, he thought of his friend from the Lit chat room who lived in KC. They chatted in Lit, but had also exchanged e-mail addresses and sent notes to one another now and then saying when they would be on, or just sending teasing sexual references.
The traveler had e-mailed her asking for weather in KC, and a good restaurant. Explaining that he would be there for a night. Being true with himself, he had hoped she might want to meet him. But realistically, he didn’t expect such luck. Though she had asked where he was coming from, and where he was going.
And yet, in one of his more optimistic moods, he had purchased a special present for her.
Stopping just inside the concourse, he adjusted his carryon one more time, preparing for the walk down to baggage claim. Looking around as his fellow travelers consulted the flight boards, or made their way down towards baggage, he saw a blonde-haired lady standing in the concourse, watching passengers from his flight go by. She stood approximately 10 meters from him, and didn’t seem to notice him.
He stared for a minute, admiring the women. Her legs, pretty and quite revealed in a short skirt. Her breasts, jutting even from underneath a sweater that was buttoned up in front. He noticed the sweater was buttoned barely enough to pass Midwestern decency standards. As she turned, he swore a hint of black lace showed from the cleavage. But, more to the point, he saw her profile, and his eyes fell to what could only be called, a world-class ass. The shape that was revealed in the short, tight skirt was eye-catching. And he smiled when noticing that not a man passed who did not give it a stare.
Looking up at her face, framed by the falling blonde hair, he realized she was staring back at him. Curiosity, anxiousness and a slight smile all seemed to play across her face. He stepped out, walking slightly off-angle from her. Still staring at her, and she at him. She made the first move, as had been the case in their initial chat. Stepping in his direction, she turned to him and said, “Hello Michael Michael”.
Stopping right in front of her, more than intruding in her personal space, the traveler took a moment, following the lines of her face, the shape of her eyes and the curl of her nose as her slight smile began to broaden.
Smiling back, arching his eyebrow, he replied in their code from chats, “Hello Angelique, Angelique”.
For a moment, neither spoke. What would normally be an awkward pause followed by a question about weather or other nonsense. But that did not happen. They openly gazed into the other’s eyes. Michael felt his energy replaced, and noticed a disturbance in his slacks. Reflexively putting his hand in his front pocket to adjust.
Noticing the movement, her glance dropped, then slowly raised, the smile widening, taking on a more sexual cast. She opened her mouth, then stopped, and just put the tip of her tongue on her top lip, letting the pink tongue on red lips sit for a moment, entrancing Michael.
“So, it would seem we finally meet,” she said, smiling broader, “and it would seem you approve if I read the signs correctly.” Her glance dropping down again at the now evident bulge in the slacks.
A sheepish grin flashed over Michael’s face, looking down to hide his momentary embarrassment, he noted that her legs were pressed tightly together, but she was sandwiching her legs front and back.
Looking back up, again arching the brow, he responded, “And I would say it is mutual.” His smile grew as he then noticed a protrusion from the each breast, barely showing thru the sweater.
Again the pause as they stared, finally, she stepped forward, putting her hands on his face, and reached up to kiss him, lightly at first, testing, then firmer. Her body moving closer to his, as his hands came to her hips, then slid around her torso, pulling her closer. His erection now plainly evident to her, she moaned into his mouth as the kiss continued. His hands sliding up and down her back, pulling closer.
Breaking the kiss, they smiled at each other, as she said, “I see you brought me a gift.” While saying this, she pulled her hips back slightly, and then pushed them into his erection.
Putting his head back, he laughed lightly, then said, “Actually, I have two gifts for you.” Returning her hip bump.
Laughing, and without warning, Angelique jumped up, putting her legs around Michael’s waist, wrapping arms around his neck and kissing him again. Acting quickly, he slid his hands down her back, and ended up cupping that beautiful ass.
Pulling back from the kiss, Angelique said, “I guess I have to find something to give you.” While rubbing herself against his slacks.
From the moment he had cupped her ass, supporting her, Michael had noticed something. Allowing his hands to slide, he confirmed his suspicion, saying, “It appears that my gift doesn’t have much wrapping.”
Giving Michael her most sexual smile, Angelique leaned to the side and whispered into his ear, “Slide your hand a little further and find out.” Her tongue flicking across his earlobe.
Inhaling deeply in her hair, smelling her, feeling her warmth and touch, Michael allowed caution to drop, sliding one hand down her ass, feeling it’s smooth contour, and realizing the skirt was much shorter than he thought. Finding the edge of the skirt, he also found the skin between her ass and mound, smooth and clean. Sliding his fingers a little more, he realized her mound was shaved bare as she had stated in chat, and moist. His fingers sliding over the lips, parting them slightly.
Her mouth, next to his ear, hissed as her breath caught, a slight moan escaping.
Enjoying that, he allowed his finger to slide up and down her slit, the tip just barely inside her, feeling her clit bump under his finger as he passed. Her body trembled as he did this. Her breathing fast and rapid in his ear. A small erotic moaning escaping from her.
Letting reality back into his mind, Michael realized that they were attracting more than a little attention. Releasing his grip, Angelique’s body did a slow slide down, till her legs were once more on the floor. A low, disapproving moan following her descent. His hands around her hips, he moved off to the side of the concourse, in a small alcove with a couple of newspaper vending machines.
Reaching the alcove, Angelique turned, and put her arms once more around his neck, pulling his head down for a long, lingering kiss, which ended with her firmly biting on his lower lip. Moans escaped Michael as she did this, but also as her hand slid down the front of his pants. Grasping him firmly, and slowly sliding up and down his erect shaft. A finger rubbed the pre-cum around the head that had oozed out.
Staring up at him, a knowing grin, she questioned him on his travels and whether or not he was surprised to see her. He answered the questions in a distracted string of moans and half answers, while looking over her shoulder. He had spied a women’s washroom in which no one had entered for a few minutes.
