Airport

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You sit near the entrance of your gate. Your flight is delayed another two hours. You read your watch. 8:00. You stare out the window for a brief moment. You scan the faces of the people near you. A mother and her daughter whisper in Spanish. They smile at each other and laugh quietly. An old woman sleeps three seats down from you. From where you are you can hear her snoring softly. Then there is the man across from you. His beard is thick, his hair tucked behind his ears. He's sitting like most men do. Not quite a leg cross, some half-assed in between where his ankle rest on top of his opposite knee. He's reading a book you saw displayed in the airport convenience store. You didn't realize people actually bought books here. While you're staring at him you realize how broad his chest is. It's defined underneath his button up shirt. You also realize that he's noticed you staring. You look away quickly and focus on something else.

You watch the snow out the window. Over the speakers they're playing "There's No Place Like Home". You think that's funny. It's funny because you realize you don't have a "home". You have an apartment on the wrong side of town. Which is fine, you suppose. But occasionally, it's lonely. And frequently, it's far too cold. In the reflection of the glass you see the man is staring at you now. You turn to him and he glances you up and down before he looks away. You don't question it any further.

It has now been half an hour. Every now and then you think about the man across from you. You think of yourself kneeled in front of him, mouth agape, his hard member on your lips. You think of him slowly entering your ready mouth and his dark eyes meeting yours like they are now. You think of swallowing what he releases in you and him catching what spills from your lips with his thumb and putting it on your tongue. Then you stop, embarrassed at what you've constructed in your mind. It continues on like this. The next time you think of him, he's standing in front of you, he's kissing down your neck and his hands are at the waist of your pants. Then he pulls them down past your hips. His fingers are rubbing you through your underwear. You're sighing in his ear and you're already wet... Soon his hand is inside your panties. Rubbing your clitoris. He says he wants to hear you. You call him Daddy. You stop your thoughts from going further then you notice he's looking at you again.

"What do you think?" His sonorous voice catches you off guard.

"I'm sorry?"

"I was just saying I don't think we'll get out of here before 11." You look out the window again before nodding. You clear your throat.

"So where are you going?"

"Business conference. And you?"

You tell him you're going home even though it feels like you're lying.

"Where you coming from?"

"Funeral."

"Sorry to hear that."

"It's fine, it was my great aunt. We haven't talked in years." He nods. There's a pause in conversation. You continue to watch the snow.

"If you don't mind me asking... How old are you?"

"22. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious I suppose..." You raise an eyebrow.

"How about yourself?"

"Pardon?"

"How old are you?"

"Right. I'm somewhere between 18 and 80" You laugh.

"Seriously how old are you?"

"43 as of last week." You smile at him.

The conversation continues. You learn he's the head of a marketing team for a paper company. You tell him you just started working at local elementary school.

"How do you like it so far?" You laugh a little.

"Well one kid wet themselves the first day and another kid started crying before I could even say hello. So I'd say splendid." He laughs with you.

"Sounds a lot more interesting than what I'm doing right now."

"How'd you end up there?"

"Needed the money."

"Right."

Eventually it comes time to board and your conversation ends. He disappears with the first class passengers and you load in after with economy. You find your seat and in some time the plane is in the air. You watch the clouds as you move.

After the seatbelt light is off you decide to go to the bathroom. As you're washing your hands you hear a knock on the door.

"I'll be out in a sec-"

"It's me..." You pause for a moment and open the door. You look up at him.

"Well the bathroom's all yours..." He leans in close to you.

"I think you know that's not what I want." You hesitate.

"You mean..." He looks at you and his eyes tell you yes...that is exactly what he means. You pull him into the bathroom and he locks the door behind him. You kiss him on the lips hard. His hands are already laced through your hair. You throw your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. His hands are venturing down the curves of your body before he grabs your ass. You moan in his mouth and pull him closer. He sits you on top of the small counter behind you and you wrap your legs around his torso. You feel him getting hard against you. Your hand moves to touch him through his pants. You stroke his hard cock and he groans in your mouth. You stroke him faster. He bites your neck.

"Let me taste you." You pause for a moment.

"Wha-"

"I want to taste your pussy sweetheart... Take off your pants." You frantically pull your pants off and throw them on the ground. He kneels in front of you and opens your legs wider. He rubs you through your panties. He looks up at you, eyes clouded with want.

"Take these off." You nod and pull them down your legs.

"Keep your eyes on me." You nod again. He's kissing the inner part of your thighs. Soon his mouth is on you. He's licking and sucking your clit and you're holding moans in the back of your throat. He pauses for a moment and you feel his breath on you.

"Is that good baby?" You whine and nod.

"Tell me. Use your words."

"Yes. God yes Daddy." You freeze.

"What was that?" You say nothing.

"Are you daddy's little slut?" You moan.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Daddy"

"Good girl." His finger is tracing your entrance. You feel his tongue on your clit and his finger slowly begins to enter you.

"Don't stop."

"Mm daddy's little slut" he sucks on your clit again and his finger moves faster. Soon another finger is entering inside of you. You push up against him and whisper for him to move faster. His fingers are pounding in you as his tongue works your clit. You feel an orgasm building in you.

"Daddy I need to come." You whisper.

"Beg." You tremble.

"Please."

"More"

"Please daddy I want to come. I need to come right now" Your words grow more desperate.

"Just like that princess. Come for me" Your orgasm washes over you. Your thighs shake and you grab at his hair. He watches as you finish on his fingers. He licks them clean and gets to his feet.

"Meet me when the plane lands." You glance down at his hand. His ring glints in the poor light.

"You're married..."

"Yes. Is that an issue?" You think for a moment.

"No... Not at all."

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 5 years ago
Ugh

It was a fun read to start, a little dry setting seeming to evolve into a story of something erotic.

And then it gets into this weird “daddy” and “little slut” exchange and I go flaccid. The story has gone stupid and disappears into juvenile porn or something. Black.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 7 years ago
I wish...

I wish an older man would do this to me on my next flight!!! Mmmmmmmmm

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