Day 7: A Last Minute Encounter at the airport
I had a strange mix of feelings and thoughts running through me as the cab took us to the airport. I felt both anxious to get back home, and dread that I was leaving. I enjoyed my time in Cancun a lot, but I wasn't sure I could take the pace for much longer. I looked forward to the opportunity to sleep and rest.
After getting our boarding passes and checking in our luggage Lyndse, Beth, and I waited at our gate for our flight that would take us home. As I sat there I started to think about what the rest of my summer would be like. I started to feel a deep sense of dread when I realized what my life was going to be like for the next couple of months, staying at home with my parents until I left for college. I love my parents, but their conservative views, and lifestyle was just plain stifling. I was a fairly well behaved kid, at least until this trip, but I was always getting in trouble for something. My parents would just die if they got even a tiny hint of what I had done on during my stay in Cancun. Furthermore, I would be stuck in the same boring small-town I grew up in and seeing the same people that I always saw. I craved the excitement of seeing new things and meeting new people.
Then I began wonder why I didn't feel bad or guilty. I felt like should have but, for whatever reason, I didn't. To say I had changed during this trip is a huge understatement. I saw the world with new eyes. I felt like I was just starting my life and I wanted all of what it had to offer. I realized that for me, sex was going to be a large part of it. I didn't want to be held back by the sexual norms of our society. I had already gone beyond that, but I wanted more. I wanted to explore and discover every sexual desire I could possibly have. I knew I couldn't do that living under my parent's roof, but that would be for only a couple of months, until August when I would be going away to college. The idea college excited me, to say the least. I looked forward to the freedom and opportunities college life would hopefully provide. However, it would have to wait until August.
I sat there, in the airport, contemplating my fate. As my mind wandered I found myself checking everyone out, man and woman, wondering about each one, imagining what it would be like to have sex with them. It didn't matter if they were young or old, ugly or beautiful. I let my imagination wrap itself around each person I saw.
As I felt my arousal building, an idea began to form in my head. At first I rejected out of hand, it would never work, but then I thought, why not? I looked over at Lyndse, no that was too complicated.
"I'm gonna find a snack or something," I said to Lyndse and Beth as short time later, then got up and left.
I was wearing a tank top under a button up shirt and a pair of Khaki shorts. I took off the shirt and left my bag with Lyndse and Beth. I wasn't wearing a bra, and without the cover of the shirt you could see the darkness of my nipples through the white material. In my increasingly aroused state, I could see my nipples poking out prominently.
I walked across the terminal, out of site of Lyndse, Beth, and my other high school classmates. I didn't need them to find out what I was up to. Soon after I began my search, I found him. Leaning against the wall, looking at the window, and bored to death.
He wasn't the most attractive man, a little overweight, but I pegged him as someone who might go for this. He didn't have a wedding ring on and he looked like he didn't get very many dates. Most importantly he was alone. He didn't seem like a tourist, but more like someone here on business or something. He was older, maybe his forties. I knew I had a good chance when I noticed him checking me out.
I walked near him trying to gather the courage to ask him his name. Then I realized I didn't need, or even want, to know his name. That wasn't what I wanted of him.
"What are you doing here all alone?" I asked hoping I didn't sound too pathetic or stupid.
"Just waiting for my plane to get here," he said a little warily.
"Me too," I said in the best bimbo voice I could muster. "I'm bored, and just trying to kill some time."