[MF] I met her in the airport. And then we fucked.

I’m in a west coast city 1800 miles from home. I’m wearing a robbe and sitton on the couch of my hotel suite. There’s a naked woman napping in the bedroom. She’s completely worn out and freshly fucked.

When I’m traveling alone I hit on women in the airport. You can’t do that if you’re afraid of failure because it’s a low yield proposition. Maybe out of twenty times it actually goes somewhere. And even then is doesn’t often lead to sex.

But sometimes it does. Every now and then you find a fellow business travel looking to blow off steam. or someone on vacation and looking to cut loose. Or the rare unicorn who just likes a no-strings fuck.

There is no rhyme or reason to it. I’ve never determined a pattern. But there are still things I look for. Someone dressed to impress and traveling alone. Or someone who looks slightly overwhelmed.

This morning I first saw her in the precheck line. She’s about 5’2″. Mocha colored skin. Thirtyish. Hair cut very short. Wedge heels. And she was shoved into a cotton t-shirt dress that was not made to handle a woman of her proportions. It hugged the contours of her body. Her round ass. Her big tits.

It wasn’t just her panty line that was evident. I could see the entire outline of her boyshorts. And her underwire bra. The thin dress was so tight I could see that it had lace cups.

She buzzed through security with the efficiency of a regular business traveler. I wasn’t the only one checking her out. The old men at the gate all had something to say. Even though one of them looked old enough to be her grandfather.

The airport wasn’t crowded on a Sunday morning and I thought there was a fair chance we’d be on the same flight. I made the decision to approach her if she started walking to my gate.

I followed her out of security and sat nearby. I was looking for an opening when she got up and moved to a nearby bar. I followed again. Sat down next to her. Offered to buy her a drink.

She knew exactly what I was up to and didn’t discourage it. I learned her name was Tasha, she was traveling for business, and she was originally from New Orleans. She had a sexy southern accent. I kept flirting and when she mentioned she was in first class I suggested we sit together.

We convinced some people to trade seats on the plane and ordered more drinks. Then we spend the next four hours chatting and flirting. There was obvious chemistry. She liked my attention. I started working playful innuendo into our conversation and she would just smile and laugh.

When we landed I asked her if she needed a ride. I’d rented a car ahead of time. She said she’d love a ride. Then she winked and we both laughed at the cheesy line. She asked where I was staying and she mentioned that it was supposed to have a cool rooftop bar with a view, but she’d never been. And so I asked her to come get a drink and I could drop her off after.

Halfway through the drive I put my hand on her thigh. I was dying to push her dress up but resisted the urge. She didn’t move my hand off her muscular leg.

At the hotel she left her bags in the trunk. She stood by me when I checked in. I told her I’d run my stuff to my room and then we could meet at the bar, but the girl at the counter overheard and said it wasn’t open yet.

I suggested the minibar in my suite to pass the time.

Tasha smirked and said she didn’t know me that well. That I might try something.

I responded that I would definitely try something but she was free to reject me.

She smiled and suggested that maybe she didn’t want to turn me down.

We started kissing on the elevator ride up. I pinned her to the wall. I started groping her firm ass.

We didn’t think about the minibar in the room. I pushed her against the wall again and started kissing her. Grabbing her ass. Her big tits.

We moved to the couch and she straddled me on her knees. Her dress started riding up and I could see her cream colored lacy boy shorts. We kissed like high school kids for an eternity. I couldn’t keep my hands off her fine ass. My cock was rigid.

I lifted my ass enough to slide my pants down. She grabbed a condom from her purse and handed it to me. Then she started stroking me while I got it out of the wrapper. When I was sheathed up I told her to get out of the dress so I could see her hot body.

She pulled it over her head and her big tits almost popped out of lacy cream colored bra. It had a front-clasp that I didn’t hesistate to open.

It as a quick, loud fuck. I kept telling her how good her pussy felt and sucking on her nipples. She had a thumb on her on clit the whole time and came fast. Then she squeezed my cock until I blew.

I told her I wanted her on the bed immediately. She playfully responded “yes sir.” I grabbed some more rubbers from my bag.

“Get on your back,” I said. “Spread your legs. Play with your pussy. I want to watch.”

She was tentative at first. And then she got into it. I undressed and watched. Her dark skin looked so sexy writhing on the white sheets.

I climbed in the bed and started licking her pussy. She kept her fingers on her clit while I went down on her. It didn’t take long for her to cum again.

She was still panting when I told her to role over. I grabbed her hips and fucked her nice and slow. she was LOUD. And I still took my time.

“You like the way I fuck you? You like taking my cock like a good girl?” I asked.

I took my time building the rhythm. Slow. Then faster. And harder. Talking dirty the whole time. Needing to blow.

She was a fucking screamer for that last orgasm. I pulled out after, tossed the rubber, and told her to role over and help me cum on her tits.

Tasha stroked me like a pro and I put my hot white cum on her dark tits and stomach.

After we cleaned up, she took a nap, and I went out to make sure I captured the details of what had just happened…

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