Note to the readers -- please be patient as the scene unfolds. Imagine the situation and the characters and try to envision what may ultimately happen in future chapters, all of which will involve only heterosexual and lesbian encounters -- I promise! Any feedback is welcome. For similar character and plot development, please read "Open House" in the novels and novellas category.
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As a frequent business traveler through the regional airport, Michael enjoyed an innocent and ongoing connection/flirtation with Angela C. - a gorgeous United Airlines gate agent. For the past year, he learned to enjoy a light banter with her, always finding reasons to visit the gate counter even though he already had his boarding passes.
He usually asked to double-check his frequent flyer status, but she quickly caught on, and eventually he would just stop at the counter to engage in small talk if she wasn't busy. She seemed to enjoy the exchange, and the very few times when she was not assigned to his gate, he felt somehow unfulfilled for the duration of the trip.
Michael was very good at reading body language, and he paid particular attention to the relationships that she seemed to have with the cabin crew members. Although there was a rotation, he noticed her level of discomfort whenever one particular crew was assigned to the flight. She would become cold and distant as they approached, and he learned not to chat with her while they were nearby.
He almost felt close enough to Angela that he wanted to ask her about it, but realized that would probably be going over the line.
His adventure began as a mundane last-minute trip that included an unusually long layover in the airport. As he waited at the gate, Michael spent his time discreetly enjoying Angela's movements behind the counter. Although he had nearly two hours to kill, he was lucky enough to find a seat near the gate that was situated roughly twenty feet to the side and slightly behind the check-in counter, giving him a great view of her every movement.
It was a slow evening at the usually bustling airport. With less than ninety minutes before boarding, there were only a few disinterested travelers waiting at the same gate, occupying their time in their own worlds, glued to tablets and phones. At age thirty-nine, Michael was the exception, instead preferring to kill time with "old school" paperbacks rather than burying his head in electronics.
Tonight as he pretended to read his novel, he was once again being covertly entertained by Angela, a stunning beauty, possibly approaching 5'10" counting the three-inch heels that accentuated near-perfect calves. He guessed that she was in her early to mid-thirties, with a full C cup that appeared to be much larger due to her unusually small waist. Surprisingly, she wore no wedding or engagement rings.
Although he generally wasn't a fan of shorter hair, he felt that her blonde-highlighted pixie cut was the perfect choice for her. Of course, he thought, she could be bald and she'd still have everything in place to give most normal men a raging hard-on. There were even a few times when he needed to use his briefcase to hide a fantasy-induced erection when his zone was called.
A seasoned traveler, Michael wasn't surprised when the cabin crew appeared this time, although it seemed to be a bit early for them. He watched intently and once again, as in the past, he noticed her body tensing up as her least favorite crew arrived.
Looking over his novel, he paid close attention this time to the person he assumed to be the "captain" -- a tall, silver-haired fiftyish year old man with a slight potbelly - and his co-pilot who looked to be straight out of flight school. From his position, Michael watched as the captain eased behind the counter. As he passed behind the attendant, Michael was surprised to see the captain place his hand boldly on her ass, clearly assuming that no one could see. Obviously annoyed, the attendant reached down, trying but failing to remove his hand. With a smirk, the middle-aged pilot took a second hand and proceeded to cup her other cheek, then removed them to press his crotch against her from behind as he pretended to view the screen in front of them.
Blushing and agitated, the attendant did her best to wriggle away without causing a scene. The pilot seemed to enjoy the power, and just laughed. He couldn't see the look of disgust on her face, but based on his actions, he probably wouldn't have cared. Eventually he seemed to tire of the exchange and left the counter. With a cocky smile, he motioned to the other pilot. Both dropped their carry-on bags with Angela and proceeded to leave the gate area.
Michael watched intently as the humiliated attendant wiped a tear from her eye and attempted to compose herself. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, he closed his book and left the gate area, following the two assholes from a distance. He didn't know what he planned to do, but he had a strong feeling that the trip was about to become much more interesting.
Glancing at his watch, he still had nearly seventy-five minutes until boarding time. Staying a comfortable distance behind the pilots, he watched as they passed the first set of restrooms and snack shops, eventually sliding past two yellow cones with caution tape and turning down a cordoned-off hallway to duck into another men's room. Odd, he thought, that they wouldn't have chosen the closer option.
