Albuquerque Passion
written by:
TJC

Albuquerque Passions

The airport in Albuquerque, New Mexico, is small and easy to make one's way around in, and when you're there during off hours, like say the early morning hours between 4 and 6 AM, it can be desolate. I was taking a redeye and found myself there for a three hour layover when I ducked into the men's room between gate sections A and B.

By the sinks was a young woman crying, wiping her eyes with tissues and I feared I'd entered the wrong bathroom until I realized there was a line of urinals along the other wall. She looked up and embarrassedly looked around.

"Oh shit, I'm in the wrong place," she had tears and grabbed her back backpack, a gold Colorado State sweatshirt threaded through the straps, slinging it over her tight beige sweater but suddenly stopped, shaking her head sadly.

"Can I help you in anyway?" She was beautiful. Long brown hair and dark eyes, the sweater and jeans left no doubt as to her fit body. The jeans were tucked into tall black boots. The girl shook her head.

As a job placement counselor I dealt with people's emotions all the time, but I didn't know this young woman and had no clue as to what was bothering her. "Do you need to talk? Not much open yet, but I bet we could have a coffee somewhere."

"I'm fine." She straightened up and took a deep breath as if she was about to face some horrid fear. "I'm sorry." Her voice was young and sweet, but accented with obvious pain.

"Nothing to be sorry about," I said, setting my briefcase on the counter. "Life can be messy, can't it?"

"Life can fucking suck," she said. She started to move past me but stopped. "Thank you." She gently touched my forearm with her cold delicate hand, a large ring on her index finger that appeared to be Black Hills gold. Her nails were painted turquoise. I can't deny liking how it felt.

I looked into her dark brown eyes as they stared up into mine. "You're sure you're okay? I will try and help you in any way I can."

"I'm......okay." She licked her lips and moved her gaze from my eyes to my lips, her fingers tightened slightly on my arm. Before either of us knew what was happening, our mouths were locked in a desperate, passionate kiss.

***

We kissed and moved our faces over each other for what seemed an eternity....The girl suckled my tongue, and I responded by taking her lower lip gently between my teeth, both of us moaning and I felt animal desire building in my body. She smelled wonderful and her body against mine accelerated my lustful urge. It was exciting, surreal, and of course wrong in a way. Her face moved to the front of my neck and licked and nibbled, her hand rubbing over the growing bulge in my khaki shorts.

"I'm old enough to be your father," I said. I was easily 25 to 30 years older than this girl. "I'm married too." "Life's messy, right?" She squeezed my bulge. "Tell me to stop and I will." I couldn't tell her to stop. I wanted her. It was wrong, so wrong, but I could not stop. Her back pack dropped to the floor and she yanked at my belt. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" My shorts came open and her cool touch slid inside my briefs and grasped my cock. "Don't you?"

I nodded, putting my hand in her hair.

"I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it." Her mouth was at my ear, nibbling, sucking. "Say it."

"I want to fuck you," I said quietly, glancing at the doorway, expecting someone to come in and interrupt us.

"Again, make me believe it. Do you want to fuck me? Huh?" She bit my ear.

"DAMN," I yelled. It hurt. "I want to fuck you!" I growled. I found myself pulling her hair, snapping her head away from my head. Her face clearly indicated she loved it as she moaned, squeezing my cock harder, my shorts were now slipping down. I wanted her bad now. I needed to fuck this girl and I told myself she needed me to fuck her as well. "I don't even know your name," I said, kissing her neck, my hand twisting her hair tight.

"Names are for the obits," she moaned. Her brown eyes, still red from crying stared into mine. "You want your cock sucked?" Her hand stroked my hard-on slowly, the briefs being pushed down by the movement of her wrists.

"Yes," I said, pulling her face to mine and kissing her mouth deep once again.

"Tell me, then. Tell me to suck your cock and put me on my knees."

Without hesitation, and feeling a sexual desire I hadn't felt in years, I pulled her hair, forcing her to her knees in front of me. "Suck my cock. Suck it." I kept on gripping her hair and moved her mouth to my hard-on and she took it between her lips, moaning over my stiff flesh as she yanked down my shorts and briefs. The girl moved her mouth swiftly, sucking me hard and fast, but I tightened my hold. "I like it slower," I said. I've always preferred a slow, sensual blow job.

"Why don't you just take me." She said, looking up at me, licking my shaft and then twisting her head to suckle my balls. "I want you to fuck my mouth." She was breathing heavy, her warm breath coating my sex as much as her lips and tongue. "Come on, old man," she challenged, "fuck my slutty mouth."

I couldn't resist. I started shoving my cock into her mouth holding her head now with both hands, one still with a twist of her long mane, the other on the side of her soft neck. Pulling her head back, I got in deeper and she opened her mouth wide, allowing me to take her throat. God I loved it. She gagged a bit but she wanted it and more, and I couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. This young college chick that I wanted to help a few minutes before was now my personal slut that I wanted to use like a piece of meat.

As I was thrusting and holding her head in place her hands moved around my body and gripped my ass cheeks. She was pulling me, forcing me into her throat harder, faster. Much more of this and I would explode in her mouth.

The girl seemed to read my mind and pulled her face away from my cock, biting and nibbling along my hip. "I want you to fuck me now," she groaned.

"I want to fuck you." I did. I wanted to fuck this girl like nobody's business. Again I looked at the doorway.

She pulled away and I helped her get to her feet. "God, I want to be fucked. Fuck me like a slut, please. Please fuck me." She loosened her jeans and leaned over the sinks as I pulled her jeans and black panties down her legs to the top of her boots. She moved her legs apart as far as the material around her legs would allow, and I rubbed her sex with my hand. The girl was soaked and I felt short, trimmed hair between her legs, two of my fingers pushed inside her. "OOooohhh God, yeahhhh," she cried out.

There were a set of green Asian letters, the meaning of which was lost to me, tattooed along the small of her back. I kissed each one as I hand fucked her wet pussy, nibbling her soft, sweetly scented vanilla skin. She was writhing to my hand's movements, crying out.

The girl started rubbing herself and let out a sustained, long rising scream as I pushed my stiff arousal into her sex. Clenching down on my cock, she was gripping me tight and I started thrusting like a mad man, it felt incredibly good, so unreal and erotic. Yanking her head back by her hair, I saw her face in the facing mirror, it was contorted in concentration and pleasure and it made me fuck her harder, faster, wanting to split her in two.

"What's your name?" I took her harder

"Just fuck me! Fuck meeeee."

Suddenly a young kid in red sweats and a black ball cap was standing at the doorway. I stared back, stumbling for words, but never missing a beat in taking the warm, wet pussy I was fortunate to have been offered.

"Sorry, man, I'll find another." He quickly ducked out. Both the girl and I laughed while we kept on going.

"The airport might be getting a bit busier, Baby," I warned. My cock ground into her sopping wet slit. "Where do you want to me to cum?"

"OOhhhhh wait for me.....please....I want to cum," she moaned. I slowed my thrusts and she started moving back to me, grinding, fucking herself. I let her go, and caressed her hips, watching her ass move against my skin. I gave her ass cheeks little slaps. "Fuck yeah, spank me. Spank me like a fucking slut."

I started spanking her. Hesitant at first, but with every strike she moved faster and soon I was hitting her so hard I was making her soft skin red as she drenched my cock with her creamy orgasm.

"I need to cum," I said. "Gotta cum." "Cum on my tits," she said, quickly moving to her knees and pulling her sweater and black bra up to her face as my cock sprayed her small, round perky titties. I was groaning like an animal as it seemed I had an endless supply. "God I love it on my tits," she moaned.

Once I was done, I turned and leaned against the counter, staring at the door, slowly getting my pants pulled up. The girl was a blur in cleaning herself off and getting herself together. It was if I wasn't even there.

"Do you want to get some coffee or something? When is your flight?" I wanted to hang out and get to know her a bit, maybe exchange cell numbers....

The girl smiled in the mirror, and glanced at my reflection. "You're sweet. Thank you. I need to go." She turned and kissed my cheek. "I mean it, thank you. Please wait here for a bit, don't follow me out."

"But why? Can't we...."

She was gone in a few seconds, never looking back.

***

I walked out a few minutes later, scanning the terminal for the beautiful young college girl that had just taken me to the heights of ecstacy, but she was nowhere to be seen. My flight was out of terminal A and so I walked around looking at the different people sitting and reading, staring at laptops, or sleeping.....no sign of her.....Maybe she walked over to Terminal B......no luck there either.....I just wanted to see her, talk to her....but she was gone. Perhaps her flight had left and that's why she hurried out.

I will never know I guess.

The Route 66 Lounge is a good place to get a drink at the Albuquerque airport. I ordered a screwdriver, good morning drink.

"How's your morning going?" Asked the friendly, Native American barkeep.

"Been a pretty a good morning, I'd have to say." I smiled at her. "An excellent morning, actually."

TJC