When I was F [22] I gave a handjob to a guy [M] 22 in an airport

It’s me again with another handjob story! Have I developed a reputation as the handjob / blowjob girl yet? ?

Some context: I met a guy from Tinder on a Saturday in late November of 2019. Let’s call him Brad. We went out for drinks and were having a good time. There was definitely chemistry there and when we were done with drinks I went back to his place. We ended up hooking up. We were at the same college and both of us were going home for Thanksgiving break. We talked about hanging out again after the break.

Fast forward to the following Tuesday (3 days after our date). I’m in line waiting to go through TSA and just casually looking around. I see a guy farther back in the line and I think “huh he looks like Brad.” I’m staring at him trying to figure out if it is in fact Brad. Then the guy starts waving at me and I realize oh shit that’s actually Brad. I text him “do you want to meet up when we’re both through TSA?” He says yes. I get through TSA and take the escalator up to the main airport terminal. There’s a Starbucks pretty close by so I sit down at a table and wait for him. My flight had gotten delayed so I had some time to kill. I text him and tell him where I am.

Around 10 minutes later he meets me. “Hey” he says, “well this is a nice surprise.” I ask him what time his flight is and his is supposed to depart 20 minutes after mine. We’re laughing and joking that this is basically our second date. We keep talking about how crazy of a coincidence it is. There’s a pretty bad storm going on and our flights keep getting delayed even more. But we don’t mind. We’re happy to be sharing this special moment together. Eventually though I have to go to my gate because they’re starting to board my flight.

As I’m waiting in line to board, the power suddenly goes out at the airport. For a few moments it goes completely dark. After a little, some lights come back on, leaving the airport dim but not completely dark. All the systems are down so they can’t board the planes.

I text Brad and ask if he wants to meet up again since we’ll be stuck there for who knows how long. He says yes and I walk to meet him. As much as I want to fly home, I can’t pretend I’m not excited that I get to continue my impromptu second date with Brad. I swear this feels like it’s straight out of a rom com.

Brad had gone to his gate when I left but we decide to meet up again in front of the Starbucks. When we get there we find that all the tables are taken now. So we grab our stuff and walk around, looking for a place to sit. We’re holding hands as we walk and looking over at each other all giddy and excited. We can’t stop smiling.

We find a spot on the floor in a corner somewhere near a random gate. We sit down next to each other and Brad drapes his jacket over us like a blanket (he’s 6’4” so it’s a pretty big jacket lol). It feels so nice being near him. He puts his arm around me and I rest my head on his chest. We hold hands under the jacket. I lift my head and we stare longingly in each other’s eyes. Then he gives me a few soft kisses. (There are too many people around to full-on make out).

All the adrenaline and excitement is making me crazy horny. I start to rub his inner thigh under the jacket. Brad doesn’t say anything so I keep going slowly until I reach his cock. As I start rubbing it over his pants, I can tell he is getting hard. “What are you doing?” he whispers under his breath. “Oh nothing,” I say as I trace the outline of his cock through his pants. “There are people around,” he whispers. “No one can tell what I’m doing,” I respond. Then I stop and ask seriously, “do you want me to stop?” He says, “Well…no. It feels good and I’m horny as fuck.” “Good, me too,” I say with a smirk.

Not knowing how much time we have left, I get right to business. I unzip and unbutton his jeans and pull out his now fully erect cock. I start stroking it slowly. I hear him let out a quiet “fuckk” under his breath. Feeling a sense of urgency, I start stroking faster. It’s so hot feeling him shifting around because of the pleasure but having to keep quiet. He leans his head back and I hear him breathing heavily but trying not to draw attention to us. He grips my non-stroking hand and whispers, “fuck, that feels so good baby.” I keep stroking faster and faster. We keep this up for around 10 minutes. Suddenly he puts his hand on top of mine to stop me. “I’m close,” he says. Uh oh. Being horny had clouded my judgment and I hadn’t thought about the logistics. “Where should I cum?” he asks desperately. I think about it for a little. “Hmm well you could cum in a tissue maybe? Or maybe you could finish yourself off in the bathroom?” I respond.

As we’re deliberating, all of a sudden, the lights in the airport fully turn on. This jolts us back into reality. I let go of his cock and he quickly puts it back in his pants. We get up off the floor and start walking towards our gates. I check the time and it’s been about an hour since the power went out. I was enjoying myself so much that time totally flew by. We realize we should go to our respective gates in case they start boarding soon. One last kiss and we part ways.

It turns out that even though the lights came back on, the systems weren’t up yet. As I sit at my gate waiting, I text my friend to tell her what happened (the PG version). Here is a screenshot of that text (you can even see the date and confirm that it checks out). https://imgur.com/a/H7Df3Xn

Brad and I eventually board our flights and arrive at our destinations. Later he tells me that he had a boner through most of his flight thinking about me and that he came so hard when he finally got home. All in all, it was a great day and made for a great story.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l897dd/when_i_was_f_22_i_gave_a_handjob_to_a_guy_m_22_in