James strode angrily through the airport terminal. A beautifully wrapped gift box of champagne was in the crook of his arm. He held it close to his side, as if it was a football and he was a quarterback determined to reach the end zone for a touchdown. He turned into a passageway marked with the international signs for washrooms and restaurants. The gaze from his normally friendly blue eyes was dark and piercing as he scanned the sides of the passageway ahead of him. He ran one hand distractedly through his full head of wavy, black hair as he passed various lighted advertisements and doors. He wanted to find a bar with corkage privileges soon - like five minutes ago.
His journey home had been full of inconvenience and adversity up to this point. The airport limousine service had been over an hour late, due to heavy rain and snarled evening traffic. While checking in at the ticket counter, he was informed that he could not bring the champagne on board as carry-on luggage, due to heightened security restrictions. There was not enough time before his flight's scheduled departure to arrange shipment to his office. His argument with the ticket agent didn't result in a waiver. No way was he going to put it in the trash bin. The champagne was going with him, even if he had to drink it all prior to his flight. He mentally dared airport security to try to detain him due to intoxication – not an option.
The final straw had come when his flight's status suddenly changed from "On-Time" to "Delayed" on the overhead flight status terminal. As the announcements detailing the deteriorating weather conditions and affected flights were made over the public address system, he closed his eyes and pressed his fingers against his forehead. After a few moments, he realized that this development presented a small benefit after all. Now there was some time to drink the champagne in a civilized manner, instead of chugging it down like cheap beer.
He stopped at the first bar he saw, and took a seat in a tall chair at the middle of the bar. After listening to his request and the reasons behind it, the bartender graciously opened the champagne and provided a champagne glass for a small charge. As James started to drink that first glass, he heard the distinct click of high heels approach his seat. Following the sound, he looked into the mirror on the back wall of the bar.
An attractive woman with wavy brown hair came into view and seated herself two chairs away from him. As the bartender moved to take her order, James looked over at her. His eyes slowly surveyed her black silk halter top, dark gray skirt, and red stiletto pumps. The shoes were remarkable enough, but her legs, shapely and at least a mile long in those high heels, really drew his admiration. As he stared at them, an image of them wrapped around his waist as he thrust himself into her to the hilt suddenly appeared in his mind. He quickly moved his gaze from her, poured himself another glass of champagne and began to read the back label on the bottle to dispel that vision.
As she ordered a glass of chardonnay, his attention was drawn by the faint accent of her low, sexy voice. He used the mirror behind the bar to take furtive glances at her while the bartender poured her wine and served her. Her hair was a rich shade of chestnut brown and reached a little past her shoulders. It was parted on the side, with a lock tucked behind her left ear. A diamond stud earring twinkled in the light.
She sipped some wine. Her lips left a faint red imprint on the rim of the glass. A deep sigh of resignation moved her breasts moved slightly. After placing some bills on the bar, she moved her purse from her lap to the bar and shifted her seat, placing her back against the back of the bar chair. The view improved delightfully when she swiveled slightly towards him and crossed her legs. James turned his head and did a double take. His eyes widened and slowly traveled her legs, and especially admired the long length of thigh revealed through the slit in her skirt. He had always been a leg man, and these were a nice pair. Her change in position caused the slit in her halter to widen all the way to her waist as well, and her cleavage and erect nipples were accentuated by the clingy fabric. This definitely surpassed anything at the boarding gate, and he gave a silent thanks to the cold air in the bar.
He tried to turn his attention back to the champagne label. Instead, he imagined how her breast would fill his hand, warm and firm as he cupped it, with skin as smooth as silk. Unaware of the motion, his thumb and middle fingers rubbed the stem of the champagne flute as if he were teasing that erect nipple between them. As a result of these pleasant erotic thoughts, he felt a familiar stirring in his loins and became semi-erect. His boxer briefs were now uncomfortably tight, and he shifted his position to surreptitiously rearrange himself. He hoped that if she had caught him looking at her, his face and body language would not reveal the train of thought running through his mind.
When he raised his head to steal another look in the mirror, their eyes met. She tilted her head to the side slightly with a bemused smile playing on her lips. James realized that she had been watching him for the past few moments. She probably knew what he'd been thinking about, he thought with some embarrassment. Her smile became friendlier as her gaze swept over his entire body, then to the champagne and glass near his hand on the bar.
She said, "Your flight delayed too?"
James replied, "Yes it is. Have you heard any updates?"
