What a disaster, James thought to himself, waiting to get off the airplane in Paris. A last minute trip through his least favorite airport and there was still an overnight train ride to get to his final destination. James normally enjoyed train rides but the cramped economy seat across the Atlantic was rough on his six foot frame. New leadership was cutting costs left and right to try to make a good impression on the CEO and the board, never mind how it impacted people.
Finally making it off of the plane, James followed the flow of people, shaking his head at the ridiculous decision to have multiple terminals start with the number two. It didn't help that French security guards would randomly yell incomprehensible statements, expecting to be understood like it was Pentecost or something. There had only been enough time before departing to learn a comedically useless set of phrases: "où est mon passeport?" or the classic "il y a un chat dans mon pantalon!"
Hoping he never had to use either phrase in real life, James finally reached the train station. There was at least an hour before the train arrived so he looked around until he found a small coffee and pastry shop tucked in the corner. Lo and behold, they had one of his favorites: a particularly tasty custard danish. Forsaking coffee at the late hour, James ordered the sparkling apple juice and found a quiet spot in the corner.
"Well, aren't you going to say hello?" a soft, delicate voice asked, causing James to nearly choke on the bit of danish he was enjoying. Somehow he had sat down next to a table occupied by a particularly beautiful woman, now staring at him with wide, dark eyes. After a few seconds, James awkwardly swallowed the bite of danish and tried to recover. That was made difficult by her continued stare and a growing smile on her face.
"Sorry, my mouth was full-" James started.
"I'm familiar with that problem," she interrupted, smiling even wider.
James paused for a moment and looked at her a bit more carefully. Brown, shoulder length hair framing a face showing her to be a bit older than he was. The dark, playful eyes; lightly freckled skin revealed by the V of a dress of some sort; what appeared to be very sizeable breasts, around the size of cantaloupes; a dark jacket covering her shapely legs. No wonder he didn't see her in the shadows of the dimly lit cafe. And was that a wedding ring? His was clearly visible on his hand, now wiping crumbs from his face.
"Well, I wasn't expecting to share the company of a beautiful woman tonight but perhaps fate is making up for that cramped flight across the ocean," James said.
"Play your cards right and we'll see what happens," the woman said, sipping on her drink.
By this point, James was sporting an increasingly obvious erection. Although he tried to travel comfortably, there was also the freezing plane to consider when choosing what to wear. Since it was early spring and still very cool in the evenings, he had opted for a heavier pair of workout pants; this was normally a great choice for travel but it revealed certain things a lot better than a pair of jeans.
"You can call me Claudia," the woman apparently named Claudia said, reaching out her hand. She chose to keep her lower body still which meant she had to lean over to shake his hand. James almost missed her hand as he was treated to that most magnificent of views; he couldn't help but imagine her body on top of his, her breasts hanging down in front of his face, him sucking and licking one of her nipples as she slowly rode his dick.
Claudia, for her part, almost missed his hand as well. She had caught sight of a monstrously large shape forming in her new acquaintance's pants. It made a particularly large twitch as their hands met, causing her mouth to open slightly and her eyes to go slightly out of focus as she imagined what it would feel like in her hand, in her pussy, fucking her silly in her hotel room. Too bad she wouldn't have one until her flight out in a few days.
After way longer than a normal handshake should have lasted, they both realized they were staring at each other quite shamelessly. James didn't let go of her hand, instead introducing himself. "I'm on travel for work, just passing through the airport to get to a client's site for the next few days," he said.
Claudia smiled and replied, "Oh, well, I'm just traveling for pleasure," with an exaggerated wink. "I'm waiting for a friend of mine to fly in and then we're going to take a tour of the countryside."
"That sounds... delightful," James said, slowly running his thumb over the back of her hand. "When do you head out?"
"I have a few hours yet. Hence this espresso. I can't have strangers taking advantage of me while I sleep, you know!" As Claudia finished saying that she scooted closer and laid her head on his shoulder, moving their still intertwined hands to her lap.
"Well, I'll keep my activities with you to normal business hours, then."
"If the trial period goes well, I might buy the full package," Claudia said, moving her hand over to his lap, inches away from the massive bulge he was making in his pants.
They were both quiet for a moment, each enjoying the feeling of being close, of hands roaming, and of desire building. Finally, Claudia tilted her head up and said, "You know what I haven't done in a while? Made out."
"I hear it's hard to make," James replied, eliciting an unladylike snort from Claudia. He shifted slightly, turning more into her body, and lowered his head, brushing her lips with his. He left the hand closest to her on her leg and used his other hand to trace her arm up and over her shoulder, finally coming to rest behind her neck. James continued to kiss her lightly but made each kiss last a little longer and have less of a pause in between.
Her lips were soft, her neck smooth, her body receptive. Soon, their tongues were dueling and their hands were freely exploring each other. James found that Claudia was wearing a fairly short dress under the coat that was hiding her legs, and exquisite things they were. Long, smooth, and happy to open to his touch.
James paused his kissing and whispered in her ear, "Surely no one would notice in the dark of the night if my hand found its way up your leg?" Claudia quietly moaned her agreement as his hand did indeed find its way slowly up the inside of her legs. He whispered to her again, "And surely no one would notice under your jacket if my hand found its way on top of your panties?" And James began to rub the outline of her mound through the thin material of her panties. He traced the outline of each engorged labia with his fingers, palmed her entire mound, rubbed tight circles around her clit.
"Oh, fuck me, this is hot. I never knew I wanted something like this..." Claudia gasped. Her mind was racing and her blood was pumping at her public indecency. It was taking her unbridled desire to new heights, completely erasing any self-control she had a moment ago. It wasn't that long ago that she considered herself to be virtually asexual but she found that as she crossed out of her thirties and into her forties, her sexual desire was awakened. She had quickly outstripped her husband's capacity to satisfy her and so she suggested that they open things up one night as she was desperately trying to suck him back to a hard erection she could shove in her burning pussy. Perhaps it was the oral or perhaps it was some deep understanding of his inadequacy but he quickly agreed; ever since that night Claudia had been seeking out hot, young, hard dick to fuck. No one had talked to her like this, though. Or tried anything outside of a closed bedroom. Why was this turning her on so much?
