Ever wanted to fuck that stranger at the airport? Part 1 [slow build] [MF]

Every week for the past month she has noticed him in the same lounge at Brussels airport. Like her he appears to commute as part of a hard-won anonymous corporate career. The hours wiled away at airports afford her plenty of people watching opportunities but he catches her eye more than most. He had a way of dressing that sets him apart; it’s more colourful, more interesting, more intriguing. He also finds the quiet corners of the business class lounge to work in, or whatever he is doing on his laptop.

She has studied him surreptitiously for a while and they had exchanged more than a few glances. One evening a small number of flights are delayed hour after hour and the lounge slowly empties as others depart. Keeping an eye on the board she decides to seize the moment. Heading over to the complimentary wine and champagne she grabs two glasses and a bottle and with a deep breath approaches him.

“Thirsty?” she enquires holding up the bottle

He lifts his dark eyes from his screen and removes an AirPod.

“Sorry?” He replies with curiosity, clearly not having heard a thing.

“Oh uh, sorry, I wondered if you were thirsty, seems we might be stuck here for a while” she replies, words tumbling over one another, blushing just a little under her blouse.

“Why not?” He smiles and gestures the leather armchair next to his.

“I’m Henry” he says extending a hand
“Liz” she replies

And so they exchange small talk and travel anecdotes. The bottle empties and he gets another together with a plate of the complimentary snacks.

And then an announcement, their flights are cancelled. Seasoned travellers both, they roll their eyes and revert to their phones to make alternative arrangements. Liz finds a flight the next morning at 10am and Henry finds one just a few minutes later. Both are booked into the airport Hilton, it being the closest airport hotel.

“So” Henry says as they make their way out of the terminal, wheeling their cases behind them “would you like to get some dinner?”

“Are you asking me out on date” Liz teased

“Yes, yes I am” Henry responded without a shred of doubt in his voice

“Then, I’d love to”

They checked in and agreed to meet in the bar at 9pm. Both headed to their rooms on different floors, hers on 3 and his on 4.

Liz paused in her room. This was going much better than she’d dared hope. She showered quickly and recurled her hair. Sorting through her case she settled on a dusky pink denim button through shirt dress, and in moment of boldness, eschewed knickers. Only her purple lace bra under the denim.

Henry was waiting in the bar in the corner booth, freshly showered himself and looking good enough to eat in green jeans and a perfectly matched patterned shirt. His beard shone under the lights and Liz had to physically stop herself from reaching out to touch it.

“You look lovely” Henry said, his eyes travelling over her.

“Thank you, so do you”

They ordered one drink from the bar and picked quickly from the bar menu, given the time. Their club sandwiches arrived quickly and they ate in companionable silence.

“You know” Liz piped up “I noticed you weeks ago”

“So what took you so long?” Henry teased back, his hand ending closer to Liz’s thigh

Liz edged her bum across, bumping into his hand and after a beat his hand gripped her thigh. Liz moaned quietly and lunged forward. Her lips found his and the whole world slipped away. It was just them in this anonymous corner of the world. His kiss was everything; perfectly timed, pressure just enough to demonstrate he knew his stuff. The soft brush of his whiskers only added to the sensations. In short, he was a fucking great kisser.

“Walk me to my room” Liz breathed in his ear as his hand slid up her thigh, close but not close enough to her bare pussy.

They signed their meals to their rooms with shaky signatures and, hands entwined, tumbled into the lift. As the doors closed Liz pushed Henry against the mirrored wall and pressed her body against him, he lifted a leg and pushed it against her mound, exerting a pressure that made Liz grind against him.

And then as if instantly the doors opened at floor 3. To avoid any doubt Liz took Henry’s hand and looked into his eyes

“Will you come to my room?” She asked, under her dark lashes

“Fuck yes I will” he replied as her key card clicked against the lock and they fell into the darkness.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11tzj5e/ever_wanted_to_fuck_that_stranger_at_the_airport