Tags up front: Aphrodite, goddess, magic, fantasy, enhancement, airport sex, strip club, stripper, love at first fuck, lingerie, lapdance, oral.
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Her name was Eleni, and she was beautiful. Scott figured this stunning, charming woman had to be a model, or perhaps an actress, but he couldn't know for sure. He didn't speak French and she spoke almost no English. They were barely sure of one another's names. Yet for a little over an hour, spent together in Heathrow Airport, they were wildly, passionately in love...or at least deeply in lust.
Their courtship amounted to only some looks in the lounge that went from shy to coy to sultry and flirtatious. The few words they managed were stumbling, but all taken in good humor. They spent most of their short relationship fucking with abandon in a small but clean and comfortable restroom in an airline club lounge at Heathrow Airport. Eleni sat on the bathroom counter, her skirt and panties laid aside nearby, with her legs spread wide to receive Scott as he impaled her endlessly.
Sometimes they kissed. Other times, they simply looked at one another in wonder and communicated in gasps and moans and through touch. Midway through their entirely physical romance, Eleni leaned back against the mirror and opened up her shirt to let him feast his eyes upon the rest of her dark brown body. She received his lustful gaze and the caress of his hands with a confidence that transcended language.
He couldn't truly know how good he made her feel beyond the obvious. Despite all the compliments and comments she received about her beauty, Eleni didn't actually think of herself as all that special. With Scott, she felt differently. She'd only "met" him in the airport, and they shared almost no words, but she trusted him, adored him, and welcomed everything about him. She felt safe with him. She came for him twice.
A third climax came on as she heard his voice waver and saw his eyes tremble. It brought out the same reaction in her. Their approaching orgasm left them both weak and helpless to shared need. Scott fucked her even harder, just as she wanted to ask him but could not because her mouth couldn't form the words. She felt every burst of his cock inside her—not a common thing in her experience—and the first set her off. Eleni whimpered in pleasure and in gratitude as her body shook and her pussy tightened around him. Scott slammed into her one last time and then held her tightly as he came inside her.
Eventually, her reactions subsided. She trailed soothing kisses down his neck as he stroked her hair. They eased back from their climax, kissed deeply, and then offered one another smiles that were good humored and no longer shy. "Thank you," he whispered to her, just as she said, "Merci."
He let her down off the counter. She turned to gather her clothes while he stepped away, pulling his pants up from around his ankles and sorting himself out. He realized that he might want to clean himself up just a bit before securing everything again. Already way ahead of him on that score, Eleni handed him one of the towels—terrycloth in here, reminding him what a high-class place this lounge was—and almost turned back to her own concerns, but then she stopped again.
"Scott," she said, putting her hand on his chest. He looked up, blinking. She pushed him against the wall, knelt, and said, "Merci" again before taking his cock into her mouth. Scott gasped and watched in bliss as she sucked him off, looking up at him as she worked him and conveying shameless, lustful gratitude. She even took the towel from his hand and rubbed it all around his groin, cleaning him off while she pleasured him. Despite his newfound stamina and confidence, she had him completely helpless until she finished. Then she rose and kissed him deeply.
She had her skirt on again before Scott could reciprocate. Somehow he knew that was her plan. She wanted to walk out of here with the score tilted. He blinked away his awe, buttoned up his pants again and replaced his shirt while she made quick use of the swanky bathroom's complimentary mouthwash, and then said her name one more time. "Eleni." He liked the sound of it.
She turned back, dressed and ready to go. Eleni smiled at him one more time, holding her small purse in her hand. From one of the exterior pockets, she pulled a glossy business card and handed it to him. He couldn't understand all the text, but he could read the phone numbers and figure out the rest. She gave him a shy shrug and said something in French. He figured it was either, "Learn a little French," or maybe, "Just in case," or perhaps, "You never know."
Scott wished he could reciprocate. He slipped the card into his pants pocket. Eleni reached back to the counter behind her to offer him one more kinky favor. She put her discarded lace panties in his hand, gave him one last passionate kiss, and then turned away. Scott all but swooned as she strutted out of the bathroom like a boss.
He waited before reaching for the door to give her a chance to get clear rather than letting people see them walk out together. When he opened up, he found a man there, perhaps a couple of decades older, who grunted out a "Pardon me," with an English accent before they slipped past one another. Scott heard a woman's voice in French, but it was over the PA system. He guessed it was the announcement of a flight that was boarding soon, and sure enough he saw Eleni—carrying a larger shoulder bag and accompanied by several men and women—as she left the bar. She threw a quick glance over her shoulder toward the restroom and saw him there, offering one last happy smile, and then she was gone.
"...flight 223 to New York will begin boarding in just a moment," announced a different voice. Scott knew exactly who he had to thank for his perfect timing. His carry-on bag sat behind the bar, thanks to a much less paranoid attitude about such things than in the States. As soon as he collected it and paid up his tab, he was off, and found himself in line for his flight as they called for first class passengers.
Breanne's "arrangements" to help him with his flight out had gone well beyond making sure the hotel gave him a ride straight to the airport. She'd somehow upgraded his seat to first class, put him on the guest list at the airline's lounge and even made sure he found a prepaid phone and a prepaid Visa card loaded with several thousand dollars at the hotel's front desk. Once he was on the jetway leading to the plane, he re-read the note she'd left with the front desk: "No, you can't give this back. You're not allowed. But you can text or email me when you get settled again. Wedding or no, I may not be done with you yet. -B"
That little plastic card would solve so many of his problems. Given his perpetually-scraping-by standard of living, a few thousand dollars could make an incredible difference. His first reaction was disbelief, and even a little guilt. Then he remembered what Aphrodite had said to him, and that quashed any further analysis of Breanne's generosity. It was help from a friend. He accepted what he was given, decided to be grateful for it, and looked forward to talking to her again.
Scott strode down the jetway and onto the plane, smiling at his good fortune and looking forward to going home. He had things to take care of there that might not be all that pleasant for anyone, but settling up with those who'd wronged him would only be a minor speed bump contrasted with the "job" he had now. He still had so many questions and even a few doubts, but so far things looked wonderful. Again, he resolved to accept what he'd been given. He even thought, noticing a lovely, smiling stewardess, that he might have to make a point of that before the flight was over...
...until he glanced through the open door of the washroom at the front of the plane.
Seriously?
Scott thought.
I could barely fit in there all alone! What are bigger people supposed to do? Mile high club my ass!
Sighing, Scott settled into his seat and smiled at the elderly man who took up the chair next to his. At least he'd had a mild workout before getting on the plane. He might even manage a nap before this was all over.
