Spring Brea

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written for a Short Story (1000 words or less) competition.

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She walked past it three times before working up the courage to go in. The Nursing Mother's Privacy Station looked more like a garden shed with its corrugated steel semi-circular design and kind of stuck out like a sore thumb in between the restrooms in Terminal C.

She stepped inside and quickly closed and locked the door behind her. With lightning speed, her thumbs danced on the surface of her iPhone and touched SEND.

'Am I really going through with this?' she thought to herself. Her flight had already been delayed an hour, and the announcement from the gate said it would now be delayed for another two. She looked up from her phone and took notice of her surroundings. It wasn't at all what she expected. The light was soft and it was furnished with a comfortable couch and a recliner, with a changing station between them, and an open toilet and sink in the corner.

Her heart jumped in her chest when she heard the three loud knocks on the door.

"Occupied!" she replied, her voice cracking with nerves. She waited for what seemed like an eternity before the additional two knocks came in response.

She opened the door and pulled him in by the arm, quickly closing and locking it behind her again. Their eyes met and he smiled like the cat who ate the canary. She looked up at him and blushed. She was so afraid of being caught, but at the same time, wanted... no needed this, almost more than he did.

She dropped to her knees on the industrial carpet and pressed her face to his crotch, feeling the hardness of his cock trapped under the thin layer of khaki. She kissed the outline of his erection while undoing his belt. Her mouth watered as she lowered his zipper.

The spongy head of the hard cock tasted better than any she had ever had in her mouth, and she wondered if it was because of where they were, or whose it was. Her lips and tongue bathed the throbbing shaft in her saliva, as her head bobbed eagerly, tasting the silky precum that spread throughout her mouth.

"Wait."

It took every bit of his fortitude to utter that simple word amid the unbelievably wonderful sensations her young mouth was delivering through his cock. He reached under her arm and gently guided her back to her feet.

They shared a passionate embrace, and she was happy he didn't shy away from it, sure that he could taste his own precum on her tongue. He reached behind her and dropped the platform of the changing station, then turned her by the shoulders, leaning her forward to rest on her elbows.

He pulled her black Lululemon's over the curve of her firm ass and was surprised to see that she was not wearing anything underneath. He breathed deeply and enjoyed the musk from the first leg of her journey, but that did not deter him from pressing his face in between the fleshy globes of her sweet young ass.

His hands massaged, groped and spread her ass cheeks while his tongue deftly explored her nether regions. His tongue danced over then pushed into her crinkled rosebud, and his hand reached through her legs and strummed her clit. Her moans of pleasure melded with the din of weary travelers passing by outside the booth and the periodic safety and gate announcements.

She sighed in disappointment when the warm, wet tongue left her ass but moaned in approval when she felt his hands reach around to cup her heaving chest, as his still hard cock nestled between the saliva drenched cheeks of her ass.

He pushed his cock into the welcoming folds of her pussy which were slippery with the secretions of anticipation. She craned her head around so they could kiss while he reached under her Daytona tee shirt and flipped the cups of her bra down from her 34B breasts.

She pushed herself back to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper each time, while he rolled her aching nipples between his fingers. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths as she flexed her tight vagina on his insistent tool. His right hand snaked down her front and found the throbbing nerve bundle at the top of her slit. His cock jerked and twitched as the two reached a powerful and simultaneous orgasm, her tender cunt milking every last drop of cum from his deflating cock.

They both knew they couldn't press their luck by lingering, so they quickly straightened their clothes and splashed water on their faces, in a feeble attempt to hide their heightened sexual conditions.

"Thanks, I really needed that," she said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

She slipped out of the door and was startled to see the impatient blonde woman waiting outside with her infant in a Moby wrap. The woman's look of impatience changed to disgust when the young women exited without a baby, and then to a look of total indignation when the indicator on the door went back to Occupied.

"Sorry," she said and fled the scene, leaving her partner to deal with the angry woman upon his departure.

The blush of embarrassment had all but dissipated from her face by the time she reached her seat back at Gate C36.

"Oh, THERE you are," said her mother, peeking over her half glasses, her hands still busy with her knitting. "They just said our flight has been moved up, so we'll be boarding soon. Now all we have to do is find your father."

She smiled to herself at the predicament in which she left him, and thought, 'yeah, maybe Spring Break with my parents won't suck that much after all.'