I sigh, not looking forward to the flight or what laid ahead of me after the plane landed.
*tap*
*tap*
*tap*
I mindlessly tap my titanium card on the bar top waiting for my drink and unappealing airport sushi. I have over an hour left to board my flight. Looking around, I noticed that the airport still is empty. The pandemic has ground on, with vaccines being ineffective, and public health responses being more political than effective.
*tap*
I catch your eyes flashing at me, hinting annoyance. You appear to be a woman younger than me with dark eyes and chocolate brown hair cascading to your shoulders. The lower half of your face, like everyone else’s, is covered with a mask. I involuntarily smile at you, feeling awkward as it’s not likely that you would see it. I set the card down and shrug as to say *”I’m sorry.”* You slightly shake your head and look at your phone.
My drink and food arrives, brusquely plopped down in front of me by somebody who isn’t particularly excited to be working with the public. I wave my server over and ask them to put your drink on my tab and to send over a note that simply stated *”Sorry.”* Expecting nothing, I scroll through my news feed to add to my loss of joy. My flight is for a funeral, and the last few years have drained me. My marriage has become icily sexless and the world has held a Viking funeral for sanity years ago.
I’m startled as I hear the chair to the right of me get pulled out. I look up from my phone and I see you sitting next to me. I nod and say hello. To break the ice, I ask you where you are flying to. You tell me that you are flying to Vegas for a bachelorette party. Your friends are at another airport bar getting drunk, but you needed to get away to have a bit of quiet time before you are sealed in a tube with them for a long flight. You are nervous about flying during the pandemic, which has put you ill at ease. I nod sympathetically, somewhat transfixed in the way of middle aged men in sexless marriages do. You are very cute, something I don’t remark on. Your build is athletic, with small firm breasts and a bottom that drives me from control. I bite my lip to keep focus on the conversation.
You ask me where I am flying to and I reply “to Miami for a funeral.” Even with your mask on, your face scrunches up in a gesture of sympathy as your hand brushes my arm. You spy my wedding band as ask where my wife is? I look away, annoyed, and slowly bring my eyes back to yours. I tell you how she does not like my family and does not care to go to family events, even a funeral. I quip that marriage is the hardest job that I ever had. We laugh politely at my rather off-colour joke. What started off awkwardly enough coalesced around a few more drinks and a deepening conversation. You grab my arm again and whisper that you wished that you were going to Miami with me.
Miami… *Shit!*
I look at the clock and realise that my flight is boarding soon. I look into your eyes and agree that I wished that you would come with me to. I follow up that my family probably would like you a whole lot better too. With that, you lean in close and whisper “come with me.” I settle the bill and you take my hand as you walk towards a set of restrooms. We turn into a small hallway that leads down to a maintenance corridor. You whisper that “some risks are worth taking” as you remove my mask, then yours. You press me against the wall as begin to passionately kiss me. Your hands deftly slide down my chest and to my growing bulge as you begin to trace it’s shape over my pants. I place my right hand behind your head and kiss you with years of pent up lust and passion.
Your hands unzip my pants and fish my cock out of my boxers. Your kisses become more strident and forceful. Without warning you release our kiss, your teeth gently bitting my lower lip as you sudden kneel down and lick the tip of my cock. You begin to swirl your tongue over the head, teasing it. Your eyes look up to mine, bidding me to watch your every move as you begin to slowly take my cock in, as your left hand begins to massage my balls. You then begin to suck my member, as your right hand grips the base of my shaft, jacking it into your warm mouth. I shudder and moan, trying to keep quiet with crowds of people only several feet away. You bring me to orgasm, catching all of my cum in your mouth.
You stand up smiling, helping me to adjust my now throbbing and wet cock back into my pants. You lean in and kiss me passionately, sharing my cum with me as our tongues slide around each other. We hear a door opening down the hall as a maintenance person walks down the hall into the concourse. We look away, not wanting to catch their recriminating look. As they walk past, you lean in and whisper “My name is Lauren, and I don’t want this to be the last time.” We exchange contact info and run off to our flights. For the first time in a long time, I feel… good.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ikoha9/preflight_mf_oral_cheating_public