I watch as she places her drink on a side table by a leather couch and casually saunters her way down the hall. I follow behind her, not even the least bit concerned that I might appear like an eager puppy. I am one. And she’s the treat I’ve been begging for all my damn life.
She heads to the farthest room. There’s a privacy sign, much like the ones given at hotels, and it is flipped to the side with a cartoon sun. Frankie flips it to the other side which has a moon and “Zzzz” written on it. Then she pulls open the blackout curtain that divides it from the hallway and steps inside. I follow and pull the curtain closed behind us. I’ve been in one of these rooms before on layovers. They’re in almost every first-class lounge. They’re small, square rooms with a double-sized, flat chaise-type piece of furniture. This one is in a slate gray. There’s a panel on the wall that controls the lighting, which throws beams in any color you choose at the ceiling. It can also be dimmed. I’m standing right next to the panel, and so when Frankie turns to adjust the settings, she’s directly in front of me. Our eyes lock. My body is vibrating with the need to touch her.
Frankie dims the lights and sets it to rotate through the colors. It starts green… then slowly transitions to blue, then pink, then red… It keeps going to other colors, but I don’t notice because Frankie’s taken one tiny step closer to me, and I’ve finally given in to the urge to touch her. My left hand drops to cup her hip. “Is it time for that take off you promised?”
“Fasten your seatbelt,” she whispers back a millisecond before she kisses me.
It’s not timid or tame or unsure like her kisses have been in the past. She’s bold and claims my mouth with a sweep of her tongue and god damn, it’s fucking flame-throwing hot. I kiss her back the same way as a weird sense of relief also settles over me. I didn’t realize how much it meant to me to have her give in, completely, fully, with more than just her body.
Rein it in, James. This is still just fun and frivolous.My brain is scolding me. In order to remind myself, I start walking her back toward the lounge-like bed, pushing her carry-on bag off her shoulder and dropping my own along with it.
“This can’t be… more than what we’re doing. Anyone can open that curtain.”
“The sign is flipped to occupied.”
“People are idiots,” she reminds me, her voice shuddering as my hand cups her ass.
“Can’t argue that,” I say and holding her by her slender hips, I walk her backwards until her calves hit the back of the lounger. “But I also know the rewards far outweigh the risks between us when the clothes are off.”
“I’m not getting naked in an airport lounge,” she argues, but her tone is weak, and I bet if I pushed just a little bit, she would be bare and writhing under me. But, as always, I respect her boundaries.
“Luckily, this dress is big enough for the both of us.” I smile and give her a tiny push so she sits on the edge of the lounger. “Take off your underwear.”
She doesn’t move until I kneel in front of her. Then, way too slowly, she slips her hands under her long, flowing dress. She lifts herself off the lounger just an inch or two and a pair of simple, white cotton bikini undies appear at her ankles. I reach down and unhook her feet from them, and then lift them to my face. They’re damp. I grin.
“You’re smiling like you were yesterday on the podium,” she says, and her cheeks pink as I inhale deeply and press my mouth to the damp spot.
“Knowing the sight of me made your pussy wet is a bigger victory,” I reply before tucking the underwear into my back pocket. “Now spread your legs and let me taste my victory.”
“Oh my God you’re—”
“Going to make you come so hard you might not be able to board your flight without assistance,” I promise and slide my hands up her calves, lifting her dress with it, and dipping my head under it when it reaches her thighs.
Her legs finally fall open as I slide my tongue over her perfect little bundle of nerves between them. It takes less than five minutes to have her panting and squirming on that lounger and I’m almost depressed when she breaks over my tongue. Her whimpers are muffled, which, when I finally lift my head out from under her dress, I realize is because she’s covering her mouth with her hands.
I crawl up beside her and gently tug on her wrists. She’s still panting and her body is like overcooked spaghetti. My work here is done.
“You are dangerously good at that,” she manages to mumble. I start to get off the lounger, but she wraps a hand around my bicep. “My turn.”
“You’ve got a flight to catch.”
“I’ve also got a dick to suck,” she replies and reaches for my belt.
I let her get it mostly undone before I cover her mouth with my own and pull her hand away. “Another time.”
“Now I owe you. Again,” she pouts.
I walk backwards, staring at her flushed cheeks and glowing post-orgasm face. “Just the way I like it. Safe travels, love.”
I slip past the curtain, making sure to close it fully and head straight into a bathroom, locking the door, and then I splash some cold water on my face and try to tame the erection in my pants into submission. When I hear the last call for her flight over the loudspeaker, I finally unlock the bathroom door and step back out into the lounge. I do a loop of the place before heading to the bar. She’s gone, and I’m both disappointed and relieved. I swear this woman has made my brain into a short-circuiting ECU system in a race car. It’s dangerous.
“Billy James?” The bartender says my name as he saunters over to take my order. “Great win yesterday.”
“Thanks man. Can I get a…” I sit on the stool and it’s uncomfortable because of a lump in the pack pocket of my jeans. I reach under my untucked shirt tail and realize what it is. I still have her underwear in my back pocket.
“A…” the bartender prompts because I’m sitting there with a stupid grin on my face saying nothing.
“Caesar. Spicy,” I say, and as he turns I subtly pull the undies out of my back pocket and put them in my carry on. There’s a glint from a tiny, sparkling rhinestone sewn into the middle of the front of them. I decide right then and there I am never ever giving them back.
