Sex in Concourse D

Kicking off my black heels and placing them in the plastic tub, along with my purse and a small carry on, I shoved the grey tub onto the conveyor belt that brought my belongings to the security x-ray machine. Waiting my turn to walk through the metal detector I looked around at the other passengers who were doing the same thing, trying to get to the gate where their plane waited to fly them to their destination.

Letting my eyes wander as I waited, I hadn’t realized I was staring at a man who had the same bored look on his face that I did. Catching me looking at him I startled, then offered a weak smile before the security officer motioned me forward, and gave the instructions she had given a thousand and one times before. Her voice monotone, as she repeated her words, the machine swirled around me as I stood with my hands above my head making a diamond shape with my hands. Directing me out of the machine I stepped forward aligning my feet inside the yellow painted footprints that insured even the most inexperienced traveler would get it right. Nodding, she indicated I was cleared, allowing me to move on with my journey.

Atlanta’s airport was known to be the busiest airport in the world. Passengers from all over moved through the corridors, each with their own agenda in mind. It always amazed me the way people passed one another with little awareness. That’s why I was so surprised when our eyes locked on one another again.

Smiling to myself, it made me feel a little saucy that he had spied me again. Stepping off of the tram I made my way to my gate. Deciding to stop at a SkyMiles club, I rode the elevator upstairs, so I could wait for my flight in comfort.

Sitting in an overstuffed chair I quietly sipped on some coffee as I browsed the internet on my laptop. I had forty-five minutes to burn before my plane started boarding. Feeling a little edgy I debated sneaking a few drags off of my mini, smokeless electronic cigarette. Looking around the room, I spotted him, again! This time he was blatantly staring at me and smiling. Revealing perfect teeth that went well with his full head of thick wavy hair. Smirking back I decided that I would take a quick hit of nicotine so I stood up straightening my clothes I walked to the restrooms.

The single stall was walled in from floor to ceiling with thick wooden doors I felt more than secure about getting away with bending the rules of a smoke-free airport. When suddenly I heard a small rap on the door.

“It’s occupied,” I yelled.

The light rapping continued…

“What?” I said. Irritated flipping the lock, I swung open the door. Then froze.

“Hello, mind if I come in?” Is all that he said, as he walked into the oversized stall. His cologne gently teasing my senses.

“I’m Tyler,” he said, smiling down at me.

“Hi,” I whispered. Letting him step in, closer to me.

Just inches apart I could feel his breath on my face. In disbelief that this was happening, that I just let a stranger, a handsome stranger, into my bathroom stall.

Then I just let it happen. Not bothering to think, just living in the moment and not letting anything hold me back. I had been longing to break out of the restrictive mold I had allowed myself to be in. So when his hands cupped my face and he began to kiss me, I let him.

Fumbling with his belt I unbuckled it and pushed his khaki pants down to his knees. Still entwined in a kiss I could feel his hands on me, cupping my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, making it hard and erect. Tattling on my desires, but not as much as his erection told on his. Backing me up against the wall he had his hands up my skirt and slid my pink lace panties off, discarding them on the floor. Hiking my leg on top of the commode I stood open, exposed to him. This stranger stood before me, ready to take me and he did. But not before admiring my Brazilian wax job. Smiling he knelt down and began to taste me. Licking me slowly then suddenly fiercely. Drawing me so sweetly close to an orgasm, then pulling away, leaving me frustrated. I moaned my disapproval, running my hands through his thick hair I moved his face back down on me, insisting that he finished what he started, exploding in his mouth, making him accept my juices.

On cue he sprung up from his submissive position and twirled me around, bending me over, taking me from behind. At first teasing me, slipping the tip in for only a moment. What girl doesn't like tips after all. However, pleasurable, I wanted it all, his entire shaft. Finally plunging himself inside me, making me take every inch of him. The sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body, my knees wanting to buckle underneath me. Then he came inside me.

Just like that, he was zipping up his pants and handing me my lace panties before slipping out the door.

Leaving me with a smile and a little part of him.

We all do like tips but only if you feel it was worth it.

Sharing is also pleasurable as well.