The Glorious Layover [tFM]

It was already eleven PM, local time, well past their scheduled arrival when Tabitha and her crewmates wheeled their carry-ons through the C Terminal. Chicago’s O’Hare Airport, normally bustling and bursting with throngs of passengers, had turned into a gleaming empty palace of marble and glass, haunted by automated notices that never stopped. *Don’t leave bags unattended. If you see something, say Something.* Standing on the conveyor belt, she watched the airport pan to the right in slow motion, like she had stepped out of time.

The *clop clop clop* of Tabitha’s black heels filled the silent void as she resumed her walk with short, brisk steps, the tight blue pencil skirt preventing her from taking longer strides. Still, she loved the airline uniform, tailored perfectly for her slender hips and waist. The blazer puckered *just the right way* at her chest to command the eyes of male passengers, and the envy of women. She felt like a goddess.

“Are you staying at the W?” Charlene asked at the taxi stop. The yellow minivan was half full with the crew and Tabitha was the last one on the sidewalk.

The flight attendant shook her head. “Not tonight. I feel like staying at the crash pad.” *Fuck, I hope I’m not too late.* The temporary suite used by rotating pilots and crew might already be full.

“Alright, Tabs, have fun. See you in the morning.” Her coworker smiled and gave her a wink before sliding back into the taxi. As they pulled away into the darkness, Tabitha pulled the pin out of her bun and let the red hair cascade over the silk scarf as the next taxi pulled forward.

It was a boring ride to the hotel, far enough from the airport to be cheap, but close enough to make an early flight. Tabitha entered the shared keycode and pushed into the dark suite. A row of rollers and garment bags lined the hallway and she started counting. *Fuck. No more beds*. In the living room, a dark figure slept soundly on a couch, a blanket over their head. Even the plus one was taken.

Inside the bedroom, every bunk looked taken. She was about to curse her bad luck when she noticed the Booth was unlit and open. *Well well well.* In truth, it was just a small closet with a pair of thin, slatted doors. The doorknobs had been removed and in the enlarged holes, had been replaced by black silicone rings on both sides. Tabitha eagerly stepped inside and closed the doors behind her.

In the darkness, she undressed and hung her uniform on the empty rod. Standing in her panties, she touched her skin, her hardening nipples, and grazed the outside of her sex. She found the cord to the overhead bulb and pulled, making a loud, ratcheting sound before the space flooded with red light. *The Layover is open.*

By the time she found her personal bin on the shelf, someone had shuffled over to the other side of the door and Tabitha quickly knelt down by a hole. The cock poked through with a yawn from its owner, only semi-erect. *I’ll make quick work of that*. Holding it close to the door, she gently squeezed it to life and felt the hot blood pulsing into it. A chaste kiss on the tip, a lick under the bell, and she was off, sucking the cock in earnest.

“Fuck,” grumbled the man on the other side. The rules of the Layover were simple: the glory holes were only for people who enjoyed giving and receiving blow jobs, no questions, no talking, but certainly moans were allowed. Tabitha loved it when they had a good time too. His voice stirred others to awaken as she heard creaky bed springs and clothes pulled off.

Another cock, this one long and hard, entered the hole in the other door. Tabitha was always a pleaser, and she considered that as she stroked the new shaft with a free hand. The skin was soft and smooth, and when she switched, taking it into her mouth, she could taste cum still on it. *Frisky*. It was thrilling to be on her knees, servicing two strangers, fellow air workers who she was getting to know more intimately. As his cock rubbed the inside of her cheeks, she began to moan with pleasure.

“I’m close,” muttered her first partner. Shiny with precum, she returned to him, sucking and stroking with renewed fervor until the first spurt hit her lips. His cum dribbled down her cheeks and chin, the flailing cock shooting more onto her chest. *Fuck that was so hot*, she thought, rubbing it over her skin. The shaft retreated and she heard him stumble away.

Tabitha couldn’t ignore the aching between her legs. Sliding her panties down to her knees, her girl cock throbbed as she touched it and she let out a sigh, an unspoken wish. *So glad I left behind my toys.* With one hand, she opened her bin and retrieved the fleshlight, its clear silicone shaped like a puffy anus. A little lube went a long way, and she angled the toy between the doors and her member before pushing it in. It was cold but so, wonderfully tight. It didn’t take long for her to develop a rhythm with her hips, in time with sucking the cock in front of her. Up and down, in and out, the mechanics made her think of the little ballerinas inside old music boxes. *Please, give me a crank*.

A third cock entered the free hole and was so thick, it sealed around the black ring. “Oh shit,” she whispered. Looking up, she couldn’t make out the stranger’s face but his silhouette was imposing. *Fuck me*. Her second partner shushed her, a reprimand that made her blush with embarrassment. She had to have a taste.

His dark head barely fit in her mouth, and she could feel her tongue pressed down. *Fuck, he’s huge. I love it.* Slowly leaning in, Tabitha felt her mouth fill with his cock until it sealed the back of her throat. She pulled back and tugged against the shaft, warm and wet on her lips and fingers before leaning in again; smoother, slicker. Rolling her head side to side until the delicious cock popped out past her lips, she heaved and gasped, a bridge of spit growing longer until it broke. Switching to the other cock, it slid deeper down her throat and was a welcome rest. Her soft gurgles sent him over the edge and without warning, warm cum filled her mouth. Tabitha was in heaven.

The fleshlight clung to her bell as she rose and sank, the toy sucking on her head each time she moved. No stranger to her own pleasure, Tabitha knew how to keep herself on edge and savor the experience. As the second cock slid away, she returned to the behemoth next door. When she held it from the bottom and wiggled the massive cock, her asshole winked. *Sorry, rules are rules*. Her ass would have to wait.

Spit and cum mixed and swirled on her tongue as she opened wide to engulf him again. Muscles relaxed, she locked around his bell and worked her tongue around it, pressing under the soft spot underneath. The stranger moaned for the first time and two large hands slapped the door. *Good. Take it*. Working faster, she stayed on his head while stroking, firm and fast, bringing him closer to climax.

*Please, let me cum at the same time*. Her hips rocked hard as well, knocking the toy into the flimsy door until it rattled on its hinges. “Oh god,” he grunted and Tabitha released him, a long arc of semen hitting her in the eye.The surprise made her cum hard into the toy but she kept her poise and posture, the mark of a truly great attendant. More of his load rocketed on her face and neck but she was relentless, draining his cock with loving kisses until the last drop slid down her nose. Both of them gasping for air, she felt a draft as his softened cock slid through her slick fingers and left the hole. *Fuck, that was good.*

Tabitha pulled the light cord and the closet was dark again. She opened the doors, still breathing hard as she struggled back to her feet. Her personal bin had all the cleaning supplies she needed, and she knew her way around the kitchenette, closing up shop with quiet efficiency. Dressing in her uniform, she wished for a lot of things, but for now she only wanted a bed. *Too bad*.

“Hey,” a man’s voice whispered from the living room couch. “When do you leave?”

“Five.”

“I don’t have to leave till seven. There’s room for two.”

“That’s against the rules of the crash pad.”

“So’s talking inside the Layover.” He flung the blanket behind him and in the dim light, Tabitha recognized the behemoth. “Are you in or not?”

“Shh,” she said, undressing again. “No talking.” In the bathroom, she put her clothes in a garment bag and walked back with a bulge in her panties. The outline swung to the right, just under her waistband. The stranger was still unrecognizable but he reached for her sex, grazing the cotton with slow, loving caresses. He didn’t say a word, but shuffled backwards into the couch to make room.

Under the blanket, Tabitha pulled down her panties and felt his cock between her cheeks. *Fuck, he’s huge.* An arm wrapped under her, clutching her bare chest as their bodies shifted, stars aligning for a beautiful night. She threw one leg behind him and relaxed as he entered her asshole. *That god I lubed in the bathroom*. Her cheeks were on fire as he split her in two, filling her tight ass. Toes shaking, the pleasure rocked her body as the burly man pressed further, deeper inside, slowly retreating like the tide. Words escaped her, the fire in her belly consuming all thought and feelings. As her ass clapped into his thighs, Tabitha bit her lip to suppress the moan out of respect for others who were probably sleeping, not getting fucked by a giant cock. *Sucks for them*.

A whimper and sigh was the only sign she gave when she came again, in his big hand. The stranger was not far behind. Feeling her ass warm up with his cum was the perfect nightcap and she drifted to sleep, his bicep a pillow. By three-thirty, she was awake and dressing, others stirring in the predawn hour. She didn’t recognize the dark stranger, still slumbering on the couch, but of course, that was the point. The carpeted hotel hallway muffled her heels as the flight attendant left, already in the air.

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