Just the thought of having to deal with the mind-numbing boredom of a six hour layover, had Alex Cook already feeling a little grumpy and tired, knowing from experience that even the perks of an executive lounge wouldn't help much. And with all the travelling he'd been doing lately, with his globe-trotting marketing job, as he tiredly scrubbed his hand over his face, he could barely remember which airport he was in, never mind which city. After a while they all looked and felt pretty much the same. If you'd seen one, you'd seen 'em all. He could be in Miami, Mumbai or Montreal, there wasn't much difference - an airport was an airport.
Already bored out of his mind and feeling pretty beat, after unsuccessfully trying to catch a little shut-eye in the upright chair he'd been squirming around in, trying to get comfortable enough to doze off, he finally gave up. Giving his stiff neck a rub, he decided maybe he'd do a little people watching, hoping it might help to pass the time. And he began to study the other passengers as they came and went. And of course there were all sorts of different people; short, tall, fat, skinny, comical looking, loud, quiet, sullen, and few of them actually looking like they were enjoying their travel experience and laughing. Lucky them.
Then all of a sudden his gaze landed on a particularly beautiful woman, walking through the door into the lounge, tall and slender with long dark hair curling around her shoulders, and it felt like all the air left his lungs and his heart started to race out of control. It had only taken him a split second to realize that he knew her and had seen before. But back then she'd been sitting on a desk, making him hard as fucking granite and pretty desperate to jerk off every single time he'd been in her classroom, as he'd pictured her naked.
He couldn't believe his eyes. Holy shit, could it really be Miss Smith?
Insanely hot, still as strikingly beautiful as ever, he couldn't believe it was actually her - Julia freaking Smith. Jesus, did he ever have a thing for her in high school. Of course he imagined he wasn't the only one. He remembered that most of the other guys in his history class, equally infatuated, would try every trick they could think of to try and get a look up her skirt, doing things like dropping their pens on the floor on purpose so they could see as high up her thighs as her skirt would allow. The same way that he had, whenever she'd casually sat on the edge of her desk to discuss the Industrial Revolution the Civil War, or whatever period in time she was brilliantly bringing back to life for them, capturing their imaginations not only with how expressive she was, but with the captivating way she spoke, like she was talking to each of them alone.
In addition to being a total knock out, she was probably, by far, the most gifted teacher he'd ever had. And he still thought that acing his final history exam the year he had her as his teacher, in his senior year, was pretty damned amazing, especially considering the fact that he'd spent as much, if not more time totally spell-bound by her - as she engaged every last kid in the class not only with her words but with those long shapely legs - as he had listening to her fascinating lectures.
And now here she was, walking back into his world, looking every bit as stunning as he remembered. And maybe even more so, now that she'd matured into a total babe. Not that he was into rating chicks, but if he was, with her knock out body and incredible looks, she'd definitely be a solid ten.
Then their eyes met, and he noticed the subtle smile curling that full, sexy mouth of hers. Either she recognized him, or she was interested. And right now he'd take either, since his heart felt ready to beat straight out of his chest, and his dick was already twitching pretty damn hard in his pants. And as he watched her face break into a very pretty full-fledged smile, as she continued to approach him, of course he smiled right back, happy as hell to see her again.
But he had a feeling it might just be the fact that they were in Japan, at Tokyo's Narita airport, that it might have occurred to her that he probably spoke English, which was probably why she was headed in his direction, seeing as he had sandy-brown hair, and a light beard and blue eyes, since there weren't a lot of other Westerners around that she could speak to.
When she stopped in front of him, he looked up at her, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks, and she was some kind of mirage, and quite a beautiful, sexy one at that. And one he'd still kill to see naked.
And when she smiled, and said, "Excuse me, do you speak English?"
When Alex smiled back and said, "As a matter of fact, I do," he could tell from the breath she blew out that she was pretty relieved to hear it.
"Oh, good, finally, someone I communicate with. I was wondering if you might be kind enough to let me use your cell phone, and of course I'd be happy to pay you for any charges. It seems I've misplaced mine somewhere between my hotel and here, and I need to call ahead to Beijing, or I won't have a ride into the city when I get there. And I'd also like to phone the hotel where I was staying, and ask if they could check around to see if I might have left it there, because I'm really hoping I can get it back."
He quickly got his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. "No problem, call whoever you need to call. And there's no need to pay me back. And I'm heading to Beijing, too, so if you need a ride, I've already got one lined up."
She awkwardly bit into her lip, wincing a little. "But I'd hate to keep imposing on you."
As Alex smiled into her bright green eyes, that he'd always thought were so just expressive, he could see she was torn. So, to reassure her, he said, "No worries. I'd never leave a lady in the lurch, or my mother would never let me hear the end of it."
After she laughed at that, deciding she could trust him, she sank into the empty seat beside him, looking relieved, as she said, "Thank you, that's a weight off my mind - now if the hotel can just find my phone, I'll be all set."
Alex watched her out of the corner of his eye as she made her call. And his eyebrow lifted, noticing that her little skirt had ridden up high on her thigh the moment she'd sat down, and of course his gaze settled on all that gorgeous length of leg, that was every bit as toned and shapely as he remembered. And damn, glancing down at her delicate little feet, it looked to him like she still enjoyed wearing pretty sexy looking footwear, too, noticing even the low black heels she was wearing, really showed off her shapely ankles. He'd often fantasized as a teenager not only about how incredible it would feel if he ever had a chance to run his hands up over her thighs, but also how fucking hot it would be to drag his tongue along the length of those long sexy legs, heading northwards of course, until his tongue settled right where he wanted it most - on her hot little pussy. And just seeing those long, gorgeous legs of hers again had his mouth watering, as he imagined himself doing just that. Oh, and what an incredible journey that would be. Naturally his dick twitched in agreement, since they usually saw eye to eye, especially when a woman as beautiful as she was, was involved.
And once she was done, and handed him back his phone, explaining that the hotel would let her know if they found it, checking her out from the corner of his eye, he noticed she was checking him out, too, and pretty closely, which kind of amazed him - to think that the watched was becoming the watcher after all these years.
As Julia tried her best to study him, without him noticing, she wondered if they hadn't met before. Somehow he looked kind of familiar. But she was pretty sure she would have remembered meeting someone as handsome as he was.
