[FM] Hooked up with a stranger on an airport layover

Sorry. This is my first post ever. Be kind.

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I travel for work and I’ve been traveling for ages. Ages.

Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of a stranger and I fall deeply in love. I have types: androgynous, striking women, or extremely femme. Both sides of the spectrum. I love someone without makeup who still looks spectacular.

It was an airport. One of the biggest in the country, and I had just come off a plane from Minneapolis. There’s a lounge on one of the concourses that is just full of exhausted layoverers like me and when I’m feeling froggy instead of dead, I look for someone cute or interesting to perch near.

She fit the bill, and wasn’t giving off a vibe that said “just leave me alone until I get home.” I sat down next to her. Early 30s. Short blonde hair, green eyes, slim, white. And as soon as I sat down, I started thinking about quiet places around the airport. And the smile. Oof. As soon as she grinned at me, I was gone.

Airport and airplane acquaintances are the ultimate two-way street. You gotta like each other, otherwise it’s a dead end.

“Where are you coming from?”
“Miami. You?”
“Minnesota.”
“You don’t look Minnesota.”
“You don’t look Miami.”
“What does Miami look like?”
“Miami goes to the beach every day. You’re giving me Seattle vibes.”
“And I’d like to say you’re way off, but I’m from Portland.”

She gave me her name – Lisa – and I told her that suited her and cut pretty swiftly to the “can I buy you a drink” phase.
“Boy, you work quickly.”
“How long do I have?”
“Two hours and twenty minutes.”
“And what are we aiming to accomplish?”
She leaned back and smiled again. “You tell me.”

Like I said, a two-way street. And it really ran two-way. We exchanged Instagrams almost immediately, to skip the ‘getting to know each other’ phase.

Than, she surprised me.“Hey, would you mind watching my stuff? I’m going to take a shower.”
“Is that so? It cuts into our time.” I actually felt a smidgen disappointed.
“Yeah. But I might need my toothbrush in like… three-to-five minutes? I’ll DM you if that’s the case.”
I was hard immediately. She swished off.

Five agonizing minutes later I got a DM: “shower four.”

I nonchalantly walked back – I was leaving my passport, not insignificantly risky – and knocked on the door. It opened immediately. She was naked to the waist, which was somehow even hotter to me than being totally nude. She was wearing high-waisted pants that belonged to an extremely fortunate pantsuit.
“Where’s my toothbrush?”
“I thought maybe I could help you clean them a different way.
”“That’s an awful joke.”
“I’m short on time.”

She pulled me in and sunk to her knees.

“Let’s see.”

I fumbled out of my jeans as quickly as I could. We were both naked in a flash.

There was a marble bench – nice lounge bathroom – and I sat down on a towel. She wrapped a hand around me with a smile and lowered her head. I didn’t think I was going to last, so I paused her and we switched places. She was as wet as I was hard. I reached up, putting a hand over her mouth and went to work. After a few minutes of “just like thats” and moaning, she wrapped her legs around my head and came.
She had a genius idea, then.
“Let me finish you. And we should turn on the shower. I might need it.”
“Why?”
“To clean myself off.”

She did, and I scarcely lasted longer than her. When I was close, I let her know and she pulled back. I shot loads, thick and ropy, all over her, as she groaned – a bit theatrically, maybe. We cleaned up and exited as discreetly as possible. On the way to my gate, I got another DM.

“So. Are you stopping in Dallas on your way back to Minnesota?”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vynu6d/fm_hooked_up_with_a_stranger_on_an_airport_layover