CHAPTER 4: TRANSFORMED
We thought we had it all figured out. Thomas would stay with me, closely with me. We'd fly from the neighboring island to Miami, then connect to Gainesville. I would close out my school account, tell my folks I was taking an internship position and explain later, pack my stuff into boxes, rent a van and drive to a smaller contract airport outside of Miami for a direct flight back to the island. It sounded good. It sounded quick. And, Thomas would keep me from going crazy.
Then, we arrived at the Miami airport right in front of a tropical storm that was supposed to only graze Miami, but nothing is so simple for airports. Suddenly, the flight we needed to arrive had to fly into the storm and that wasn't going to happen. Many flight leaving had to fly into the storm and... ditto. A projected two and a half hour delay for our Gainesville flight.
Thomas could see the strain of the news on my face. We had hoped to make a quick connect and into Gainesville before... Now what? Did I think I could last out the extra two and a half hours? Thomas was watching me closely.
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"Thomas, what are we going to do?" I asked in growing desperation in my voice.
"I don't know. There is nowhere private in airports anymore after 9/11. No rooms we could get access to or even stairwells..." He stopped and turned to me. "That's it, stairwells."
"You just said," I replied as he pulled me down the long hall with gates on either side, "... Thomas..."
"The parking structure," he said urging me on, "The parking structure has stairwells and nobody uses them. Everyone has baggage."
We left the security area behind us, down the escalator, and out the arrival doors on the ground level. Across the multiple lanes of traffic was the multi-level parking structure with hundreds... thousands... of cars. Inside on the ground level, Thomas stopped and scanned above the mass of cars and tugged me along, again. Soon, I saw it, too. "Stairs" in glowing red letters.
We climbed to the third level, then another half flight and stopped. He listened and I heard nothing but the rain outside coming down in sheets blown by the storm's intense but hopefully soon relenting wind. The stairwell was enclosed on three sides but not the fourth, probably for air circulation and another reason why few people would want to use the stairs in the Florida heat and humidity.
He took my backpack and turned me to the half wall that was a little higher than waist high. It was roughly 90 degrees to the direction of the blowing rain.
"Here?" I muttered nervously. He had been so intent I didn't have a chance to question his decision.
He laughed, "Perfect," he teased. "Exhibitionism, with the cars below. Possibly arrested for lewd conduct if the cops catch us."
I laughed, turned, and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. "I'm sorry about all this, Thomas." I shyly looked at him and added, "I bet you never thought taking care of a sex-crazed woman would be part of your job."
He laughed back, "No, never did." He gave me a quick kiss back. "One of those rare, unexpected pluses that come along, I guess," he said as he began pulling my Black Isle Resort polo up my body.
Once off, he also reached around my back and deftly unhooked my bra with ease. "Do I really need to be fully naked?" I asked.
"Yes," he calmly replied. He left his shirt on as he began loosening his shorts. I dropped my bra and began taking off my shorts and panties. When he noticed my reaction to him not removing his shirt, "I am not the one who agreed to the employment terms of being naked." I shook my head. Naked at the resort and arrested for public indecency in Miami were different things.
He turned me around and nudged my feet wide and pressed me over the low wall, though I braced myself with my hands to remain partially upright. His hand slipped between my legs and I heard, "I don't know why I check, you are always dripping wet. It probably is a good thing the boss doesn't want you wearing a thong under your wrap."
"Ha ha..." I responded, "very funny." True, though, I knew. It wasn't just an internal, psychological feeling of desire but real bodily response that drug therapy had produced.
His cock replaced his hand at my pussy and pushed through my lips and into my hole. I loved the feel of being spread by these big cocks. "Ohhh... yesssss... thank... you... Thomas," I gasped as he pushed repeatedly deeper and deeper. "Oh... you... feel so... gooooddd." He pulled back and I braced myself for what was coming. With only the head still inside me, he moved his cock only an inch or so back and forth in a tease, then thrust fully inside, his cock going to the end of my pussy. I cried out but tried to muffle it by quickly closing my mouth. That deep, sudden, completely filling penetration was arousing, delicious, and seemed to fire so many nerve endings throughout my pussy at once. "Thank you... Thomas. Thank... you," I uttered as he moved into powerful fucking, "for putting up... with me."