The Slut Chronicles #5 ~ The Flight Delay
Written by Laurel
Monday, 2 November 2009 04:22
She loved to travel.
Except when things went awry. Like tonight for example. She had a 60 minute layover in the Detroit Airport. It was just enough time to travel from one end of the airport to the other and board her flight. Because, of course, the gate she arrived at was as far as possible from the gate from which she would leave.
Or not.
She arrived at the designated gate to find it empty. The sign informed her that her gate has changed. It’s, yes, you guessed it, two doors down from the gate at which she arrived.
God, sometimes she hated to travel.
She sighed heavily and heard someone behind her chuckle. She turned to find a tall, dark man with heavy 5-o’clock shadow gazing at her with obvious amusement. She was in no mood to flirt, knowing she had another large hike ahead of her, but she smiled halfheartedly.
“Apparently the airline believes I could use more exercise.” She says sarcastically.
He smiled wide and turned toward the direction they were both going in a way that told her he wants her to walk with him.
“It’s some under-paid airline employee’s way of fucking with the world, what can we do?”
They shared small bits of general information, where they were from, where they were going, as they rode the moving sidewalks and then the Express-Tram back to where their new gate was located. She was slightly disquieted by how he gazed at her without even trying to hide that he was checking out her ass or stealing a glimpse of her cleavage.
When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously. She found it difficult to focus on the small talk he kept insisting upon, while her mind wandered to things less small, and activities with less talking involved.
They reached their gate and found their flight would indeed be departing from this location… eventually. When exactly they would take off was unclear. It appeared there was a problem with their plane and the airline was looking for another one. They hadn’t found it yet. There would be some waiting. A lot of waiting.
I hate traveling, she thought again, as she plunked down in an empty row of seats with her laptop bag beside her.
He walked over and moved her laptop to the floor and parked himself beside her. His grin was still along for the ride.
“So?” He said expectantly.
She just started at him, having no idea how to respond.
He came to her aide with additional information, “How are we going to fill the time?”
He’s ballsy, she thought. How were we going to fill the time. She didn’t even know his name. He was grinning at her salaciously with a look of carnality in his eyes. What did he want to do, just go at it here on the chairs in front of everyone?
This thought produced a familiar twinge. For fuck’s sake, she chided herself. Why do men like this have this effect on me?
Because you are a dirty slut and you know it, her darker side interrupted her thoughts.
She realized as she was having this internal conversation, he was watching her knowingly, as if he could hear every thought.
“I thought I saw a little video arcade awhile back, with a door. Want to take a walk?”
She blinked in shock. He just got right to the point, didn’t he? She said nothing, because she couldn’t decide if she wanted to slap him or get up and look for the arcade.
Then he leaned closer. “I am hungry,” he whispered in low and commanding tone. “I’ve been waiting to taste your pussy since I saw you at the other end of the airport. I suggestion not making me wait much longer. I am not a particularly patient man.”
Fuck.
Her mind was blank. But she was up and walking. He quickly followed her and gently grasped her elbow, slowly turning her and guiding her in the right direction.
She wished her brain had some kind of defense against propositions such as these.
Hell.
No she didn’t. If she were honest, she loved every minute of situations like these; finding herself bent over some bathroom counter, getting fucked in the ass or pinned up against some back-alley door while someone she didn’t know thrust his cock into her fast and hard.
Or, like tonight, perched precariously on the edge of a pin-ball machine as some random stranger, whose name she didn’t know, pushed up her long skirt, tugged her wet panties down to her ankles and buried his five-o’clock shadowed face between her thighs.
He sucked on her lips, nibbled at them teasingly as his hands kneaded and pushed her thighs wide part. He raised his head, lifting his eyes to meet hers briefly before gazing down again at the feast before him.
And then he fed. He sucked hard, tongued softly and quick. He teased and plundered and made her squeal and moan. Two of his fingers found their way into a slick, aching hole and began to stroke deeply.
It was all she could do to hold onto the pinball machine and keep from sliding right off, onto the floor. The door wasn’t locked, she thought briefly, and her nipples got harder.
She thrust her hips forward to meet his fingers, driving them deeper as she began to shake and clench and whine with need. She was going to cum and the need to be fucked more, fucked harder, overwhelmed her. She was begging for it.
“More. More! God…fuck me harder.”
He obliged with two more fingers forcing their way into her slick, slippery pussy. Then his tongue slowly circled her clit, bringing her down purposely, making her whine louder, making her frustration more acute.
When she thought she couldn’t take it any more, when she was nearly ready to grab his head and just grind against his face and cum, he returned to her clit and his tongue began quickly, firmly digging into her flesh over and over, faster and faster.
With her thighs clamped around his head, her head back and mouth open, she came hard, writhing and thrashing and sliding across the glossy, wet top of the pinball machine.
As quickly as it began, it was over, the room quiet except for the sound of soft panting from them both. He stood up and gently tugged off her panties, pocketing them with a sly grin. He pulled her from the pinball machine and adjusted her skirt for her.
Then he pressed his body against her, pushing her back into the game behind her, grinding his hard cock against her hip while he kissed her hard. There was no mistaking the message that they were not done.
An announcement over the PA system informed them that boarding had begun for their flight. Apparently a new plane had been found in their absence.
He looked down at her with that now familiar libertine gaze.
“See you on the plane.” He chuckled as he turned and walked out the door, face still damp from recent activity.
She quickly followed after him. This was absolutely a flight she did not want to miss.
God, she loved to travel.
Oh, I LOVE it. And the promise of more to come is electric. You have to promise to write a follow-up post. Ever done it in a airplane bathroom?
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Heh.
I have not, but then I don’t even use them if I can help it. Too damn small these days! I am claustrophobic and therefore, if there is to be a follow-up post and sex on the plane… hmmm it will probably be a bit more public.
*grins*
That is why you should always check for gate changes before traipsing all over the airport.
Just kidding – again, an awesomely hot story, told in a perfect manner that as always leaves me wanting more.
Thanks!
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
Perfectly written. Wow. I love it…
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[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]
[...] The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.” [...]