Strangers at the Airport
written by:
DiverGadget

The Airport Stranger

He stood in the que waiting to order something to eat and a coffee, he was 2 hours early for his flight. The airport was not that busy, but with enough people around to make it feel like one of the major airports it was. He looked at his watch, 1615 and the flight back was due to take off at 1805.

As he stood waiting to be served a woman in her late 40's got up, and moved to join the que from the table she had occupied, she was also clearly early as she had already finished one coffee. Her heels on the black knee length boots she wore clicked across the granite floor. She was slim with long legs extenuated by the long narrow 3" heels. She had jeans on, but he could see despite her age she still had a good figure. She had full breasts, captured in a thin black blouse, showing an ample cleavage through the neck line where the top 2 buttons were open.

As he looked at her wondering about her, till the serving staff asked for his order. ‘Coffee and a Pizza please'. As the staff went to gather his food order there was a clatter of coins. Instinctively turning to see what the noise was the woman in the boots had dropped her purse. Coins had spilled out everywhere. The guy behind him had started picking them up, he also went to assist. Moving his bags to one side which he had left at the table, he found additional coins. Which he returned to her.

Close up he saw she was indeed attractive for her age; her hair was died an auburn red but she smelt lovely, with a soft light perfume. She thanked both men, who were both looking her up and down and wondering about this woman traveling alone.

He returned to the line where his food and drink were now ready and moved back to his table. He sat alone looking straight at where the lady had got up from. As he put the sugar in his coffee she returned to her table and waved a thankyou to him for his help as she sat down.

As he ate his pizza and drank his coffer he could not but wonder about this woman. What did she have on under the blouse and jeans. Her cleavage flashed at him through the partially open blouse. He wondered how full her breasts would feel and what her nipples would look like.

As he watched her eating her sandwich it became clear she too was watching him eat. They watched each other eat until they both finished their food. As he watched her he became convinced that she had pulled her blouse down to show a little more breast and cleavage, this was not anything that someone walking by would notice, but as he looked on he certainly did. He also noticed that her legs kept opening slightly and seductively. Shame she is not wearing a dress he thought.

As he sipped his coffee he felt stirrings in his trousers, he could not believe that a woman on the opposite table could have this effect on him. This was helped even less by the way she was eating the creamy top off of her cappuccino from the spoon.

After a few minutes he plucked up the courage and gestured to offer the seat opposite him. She shook her head but gestured for him to come and sit with her, which he accepted. They passed small talk as they drank there coffees, where they were going, the nature of their trips.

The more he looked at her the more he wondered what she would look like naked. This was madness he thought to himself. Here he was sitting at an airport with a complete stranger over coffee, the wrong side of passport control, it was not even like they could rush off to a hotel for quickie. She had less than an hour for her flight anyway.

As they got to the end of their coffees, she asked in a low voice, ‘Would you like to relax with me while I wait for my flight'.

‘Sure' he replied.

They gathered their coats and hand luggage and moved out of the restaurant towards the communal seating area. They walked side by side, her heels clicking as they walked, followed by the low rumble of flight cases as they walked.

As they got to a junction between the seating they stopped wondering which area of seating the other planned to go to. They looked at each and she spoke first ‘Do you want me?'

‘Pardon', he was slightly unsure what he had heard.

‘Do you want me?' she said again. He cocked his head to one side in a quizzical manor, ‘Do you want to fuck me before I fly?'

‘How? Where? What?'

‘Trust me we can do this' she said smiling sweetly.

‘But I thought we would chat and .....' he tailed off wondering what he got himself in to.

She again smiled sweetly ‘If you want me, follow me, if not just walk on to where ever you need to be' and with that she walked slowly and purposely off down the airport terminal. He waited about 10 seconds but it seemed far longer to him and he watched the way her body swayed seductively, and those boots and clicking heels.

He started to follow. After about a minutes walking she glanced back over her shoulder and saw him following, she smiled happy in the knowledge that her desires that had built over the last 30 minutes were about to be fore filled. This was an old fantasy she had, and now it may be played out with this strange younger man.

Her pace slowed slightly to allow him to catch up.

As he drew up next her he said ‘I have no idea where you are planning to go, but I have no condoms on me'

‘I have it covered just stick with me'.

He walked next to her as they headed down the terminal towards to the boarding gate end away from the main terminal. His head was racing, did she plan to take him in the corner or what. He was excited and nervous at the same time, this is not the sort of thing he had ever done or considered doing.

She walked on purposely, she knew she was in control, she could feel her nipples were hardening and rubbing against her padded bra as she walked, and she could already feel a moistening in her knickers. She had dreamed about doing this, but never thought she would ever get a chance to act out this fantasy. She wondered what this guy was feeling, she could see he was aroused by the slight bulge in his trousers and she hope that the bulge was a good indication that he had a reasonable sized cock.

She had no plan when they set off in this direction, but she was sure that she would see a disabled toilet or baby change room at some point.

She saw the signs for the toilets and turned off down the side corridor, checking to her right she could still see he was with her. She studied the signs ladies, gents, ......but nothing else. She looked at the two doors, she had come this far, no turning back now.

She nodded to the gents toilets and said ‘go in, I will follow'. So they did, in he went, shocked to see there were a number of men in there, washing their hands or having a pee in the urinals to the right. He looked back over his shoulder, shocked to see this woman as bold as brass following him. Looking to his left he saw 4 cubical, 3 were showing engaged, 1 vacant, he hurried inside, sliding his bag to the side of the toilet, closely followed by this woman.

They were in. The door was locked, they looked at each other and smiled, both realising they were in new territory for both of them.

‘What now?' he said. She smiled, slipping her hand bag from her shoulder and placing on top of her travel bag. Bending down she unzipped her bag and rummaged around for a moment or two, producing a condom. She did not straighten, merely looked up and smiled, zipping up her bag and crouching down slightly and tugged at the fly of his trousers.

There was no going back, she undid his trousers all the way and pulled his cock and balls clear of his trousers and boxers and started playing with it. He was of a good size, and swelling fast. He lent forward and pulled her blouse apart, easing her breasts from what he found to be a black lacy padded bra. Her nipples were already hard, they were large and puffy. He pulled on both of them and this clearly excited her.

She looked up, she wanted to taste him. She wanted to connect with him, he was pulling on her nipples and tugging at her breasts, she did not want to talk, she could not talk, she could here men in the cubicles either side of them, but she needed more of this stranger. She opened her mouth and looked for permission to take him in her mouth. He nodded.

She squashed the condom packet hard in to her hand to remind her she must remember to put it on before this went much further. As she started to slide up and down his shaft she began to realise how big her had got, must be 6" at least may be seven as she could not get him fully in her mouth. God he tasted good, she could feel and taste him leaking.

He could not believe this, he was so hard, so excited. The more he pulled and played with her nipples the more she sucked him in to her mouth. He could feel his excitement building and he sensed her sucking becoming stronger. She wanted to make him come in her mouth. Not a word was spoken, but she sucked hard around the head of his cock. He could feel that build up before he knew he would release. He moved his hands to the back of her head to try and tell her that he was about to come and she sucked harder, her tongue flicked against the puckered whole in the end of his dick and he came.

She felt the signs of a building orgasm in him, she knew the signs, his balls had tightened, and his hands were now on the back of her head edging her on to fulfil his needs. She had fantasised about this for years and now it was happening, and then he came, it was thick, lots of it, but it tasted sweet, she drank it down, every drop, sucking him more and more to ensure she had emptied his sack.

His hands relaxed from the back of her head, and he looked down. Sorry he mouthed, he had not planned to come in her mouth. It was something he had only ever done once before with a previous partner and he was shocked how quick he had come.

She smiled, she was buzzing, aroused, her face was flush. She stood up still stroking and fondling and cupping his balls. As he stood up they looked at each other. ‘your turn' he said to her smiling as he fumbled with her jean button and zip.

He slipped his hand inside her knickers. They were soaking. He cupped his hand to her shaven mound and quickly located her clit. It was swollen hard and well lubricated with her own juices. He pushed gently with his fingers to gauge how wet and aroused she was and was surprised that three fingers quickly disappeared deep within her cunt.

He pulled back on his fingers rubbing hard against the front of her vaginal wall. She through her head back in lust, banging it against the cubical wall.

She looked at him, she wanted to come, she needed her release now. Still they did not speak, they did not need to. She nodded and he knew what she wanted. She felt him start to thrust his fingers in and out of her, god he knew where to touch her, she felt full, may be three fingers inside of her, and that middle finger was hitting her G-Spot, and she could hear her pussy gushing with her own juices. She was close, she needed to come.

Then out of nowhere his thumb grazed her clit and she came, her legs weakened and she ground on to his hand. She bit her lip to stifle the moan, but she felt herself come, she heard it gush out of her and felt it dribble down her legs.

He stopped. He knew she had come. And she had come hard, his hand was soaked, he could even see damp patches on the sides of her jeans.

They looked at each other, both had orgasm hard.

She opened his hand and pushed the crumpled condom in to his hand and said thank you. She zipped and buttoned up her trousers, picked up her hand bag, extended the handle on her flight bag and turned her back on him.

Looking over her shoulder she saw him sniff his hand as she slipped out of the door and back through the gents toilets in to the terminal building leaving him behind. God she though I wonder what the sex would have been like.

He sat down on the toilet, his jeans and underpants still around his thighs where she had left them. He looked at the door and locked it and sat there. What had just happened. Had it happened. He knew it had happened he could smell her come on his hand.