Jerome and Alice pulled up to the departures curb at Sydney Airport in their pristine white Land Cruiser 4WD.
“Have a great trip, I’ll see you in a few weeks,” he said.
Alice smiled meekly, “Sure, try not to miss me too much.” She leant in to give him a peck on the cheek, but caught air instead.
Alice couldn’t wait for her few weeks of freedom and relaxation; staying in nice hotels. The first thing she had planned was to walk around naked, undisturbed. It had been eighteen months, since Jerome and her last fucked. Not even so much as a fondle under the table. He blamed the kids; she blamed his ever increasing beer belly and lack of attention, or help around the house for their non-existent sex life.
The last time they fucked, it was a Sunday morning. The kids slept over at their grandparents and having fallen asleep on the couch the night before, Alice thought a morning romp before the kids returned might rekindle the spark they once had. It was missionary position and lasted about three minutes before Jerome grunted and came inside her. She didn’t even bother faking an orgasm. He had to know there was nothing in it for her.
Alice stepped out of the car which had never been ‘christened’, nor off-road thus retaining its new car smell. She grabbed her plastic purple roller suitcase, from the backseat and slammed the door.
*Such a waste of space*, she thought.
Alice flicked a lazy goodbye wave in Jerome’s direction, though she could easily have been swatting a fly.
In her haste to leave, she accidentally bumped into a sleek suited man, whose heavy wooden scent momentarily dizzied her. It surrounded her like a warm cloud of masculinity.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.” Alice said stumbling.
“No, I apologize, but,” he said, looking her up and down, “I’m glad.” The stranger spoke in a deep calm voice, with an accent that sounded Spanish. He placed his hand on Alice’s soft waist, to steady her. His firm hands, easily felt through her denim jacket. He wiggled them slightly which tickled her. She squirmed and giggled like a schoolgirl. Alice glanced over to see if Jerome had noticed, but all she could see were the taillights of the white Land Cruiser as he turned the corner out of the airport. Alice didn’t know why Jerome was in such a hurry to leave but she breathed a sigh of relief. Her face flushed from this small gesture of attention.
She turned back to the stranger, “Hi, I’m Alice.”
She didn’t know why she introduced herself. She flicked her hair and ran her fingers through it. Though there was no need; she already had his full attention.
“Nice to meet you Alice, I’m Eduardo.” He growled, rolling his ‘r’s, extending his name into a statement. “Can I help you with your luggage?”
“Nice to meet you too, ah no, I’m fine, thanks.” She stammered.
Her fingers fidgeted with the zip of her handbag.
*Forever the geek, never the sassy queen*. She thought.
This interaction all happened in the space of about six seconds.
Alice plonked her green faux crocodile-skin handbag on top of her suitcase and headed towards the terminal doors; like a dork, she called out, “have a great trip, see you soon.” Alice cringed at herself, she tried to cover it up with a wink. It just seemed desperate.
She hurried off, her green converse sneakers squeaked on the linoleum. His scent clung to her like a lasting hug which Alice tried to brush off.
*Did I just flirt? What was I thinking, I’m married, with kids? I couldn’t be flirting with a random stranger. Was it even flirting? All I did was bump into someone, it was nothing. Forget it. Why did I even introduce myself? Ugh I’m so embarrassed.*
Alice waited for a spare check-in counter. Out of boredom she flicked her passport against her hand, in time to an imaginary beat. In one particularly heavy drum solo, she accidentally dropped it and bent over to pick it up. In doing so, her bottom bumped into the person standing behind her. Alice did not know who it was, but his thick penis, semi-gorged, brushed against her rounded buttocks and she squealed, “oops, sorry.”
Face flushed to a bright red, she immediately stood up and her auburn hair, flicked back and hit his face. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Alice knew it was Eduardo. His wooden scent, bursting with masculinity filled her nose, sending goosebumps of excitement, down her arm.
“Oh hey, are you stalking me?” She said as she smiled.
*You idiot, never use stalker.*
“Ah no, I’m off to Wellington, I see you are too?” He murmured casually, like he already knew.
“Yeah first stop, I’m off on a book signing tour, twenty-five cities in six weeks. It will be exhausting.” Alice said.
*Shut up Alice, he doesn’t care. Stop sounding so desperate.*
“Sounds like fun, what’s your book called?”
“Detective Mum. It’s a crime novel, about a quick-witted detective, who’s also a single mother, trying to solve a string of gruesome murders; all whilst juggling kids, nannies, a useless ex-partner, and trying to keep her kids separated from the violence she encounters every day.”
“Wow, your book sounds fascinating, I wonder if they sell it at the bookstore here. Would you sign a copy for my wife… I mean, sister?” Eduardo said, as he popped his left hand deep in his pocket.
“Sure, for your sister.” Alice said, rolling her eyes, before giving him a playful slap on the arm. “It’s okay, me too.” She held her hand up, to display her wedding band. They’d already cracked the ice, but there was a sense of ease that followed. Neither had anything to hide, nor anything to prove.
“Next please,” the check-in staff member called out. Alice gave Eduardo one of those awkward straight smiles, eyebrows raised in a ‘I guess I’ll catch you later’ expression.
Once she had her boarding pass, Alice had no reason to wait around. She tottered straight through security to pick up some duty free. She had run out of perfume a month before, thinking she would receive some for her birthday, instead Jerome got her a tee-shirt. Married for six years and all she got was a multi-colored tie-died oversized tee-shirt with a wolf on it. It was the ugliest shirt she’d ever seen, and it wasn’t even funny enough to be ironic.
Instead, she’d buy her own birthday gift. At least she’d get exactly what she wanted. As she sauntered through the Duty Free shop, a young sales girl with immaculate make-up, whose eye-lashes waved and slammed shut like giant clams with each blink, bombarded he with questions. As she spoke, the girl’s straight black hair moved as a single entity. She may have been polite, but she was also useless. The girl was more interested in checking out her profile in a distant mirror, adjusting her stance whilst she suggested perfumes that Alice would have bought her mother.
Alice sniffed pretty bottles with young feminine sounding names like *Cherry Blossom, Pretty Babe, and Honey Peach*, though the font looked more like Horny Bitch. Eventually she decided on *Miss Delightful*. A teeny, fresh and floral scent.
*Just because I’m boring and married, I can still pretend I’m young and carefree*, Alice thought justifying her purchase to herself.
She still had an hour before boarding, so went in search of a cool glass of Pinot Gris. In between all the overpriced handbags, lingerie, and toy koalas she found an oyster bar with her favorite bottle, Seranin, an organic wine from New Zealand. Alice squeezed in between two large businessmen and sat down on a stool. She had just swallowed her first sip, when she felt a familiar hand on her back.
“Excuse me madame, aren’t you Alice Kant?” Eduardo asked, holding out a copy of Alice’s book, *Detective Mum*. Would you mind signing a copy for my sister, please?” He winked and gave a cheeky smile.
“Sure, who should I make it out to?” Alice asked.
“Frida.” Eduardo replied. “She’s a huge fan of yours, and talks about your books all the time.”
“Sure, sure. Alice laughed.” She handed it back and picked up her glass nonchalantly.
“Please, it would honor me greatly if you would accompany me up to the lounge, there’s never anyone interesting to talk to, and you can drink all the wine you like.”
“Oh honestly, I’m fine. Thanks anyway.”
“No, I insist, no obligation. You can have a snack, a drink, read a magazine. I’ve got a meeting room booked.”
“You have work to do?’
“There’s always work to do, but I prefer the seclusion and serenity of a meeting room, lounges are often busy and it’s so noisy down here, it’s horrible.”
“Are you sure it’s no intrusion?” Alice asked, raising her voice over the airport announcement for a delayed flight.
“Not at all. Please, come with me.”
“Okay, if you insist. Thanks.” Alice smiled sweetly, pretending to be blasé but as she hopped off the bar stool, she inadvertently glanced down at the impressive bulge which emerged through his suit trousers. She licked her lips without realizing, and as she stepped away from the oyster bar, her wedding band glinted in the afternoon sun. A reminder of her kids, mostly.
*Oh god, is this cheating? It can’t be, it’s just a drink which I was having anyway. Nothing more. Easily explainable*. She tried to clear her mind and took a few deep breaths. She checked her phone. No messages, no missed calls. “Fuck it, it’s just a drink.” She said under her breath.
Eduardo led the way, and as they glided upstairs, holding onto the escalator rail, there was a momentary silence, the sun glowed through the upper windows and Alice felt it’s warmth on her hand; until she looked down to see Eduardo’s hand on hers. His perfectly manicured nails, outshone her chipped black nail polish. She stood frozen, unsure how to take his brazen misguided bravado.
*Was it accidental? Was it intentional? Should I say something? We are both married and despite the lack of sex, I still love my jerk husband deep down*.
Alice snatched her hand back, unapologetically.
*Just because he insisted on taking me into the lounge, doesn’t mean I will sleep with him.*
Or so she thought.
As they entered the business lounge, the pretty blond, grey-suited woman behind the counter welcomed them,
“Good afternoon Eduardo, your office awaits you. I trust everything is in order.” She winked as she said this last part. Alice didn’t know what it meant, and whilst she’d never been to an airline lounge, her intuition told her these two seemed overly familiar. At a guess, they’d probably fucked before.
“Excellent, thank you Sophie.” Eduardo responded.
“How did you know her name was Sophie?” Alice asked, mildly jealous as she followed Eduardo past the buffet which was less impressive than she had imagined.
“It was on her name-tag.” He said without missing a beat.
“Come, this way.” Eduardo led Alice into a private office and shut the door. In it there was a long oak boardroom table with ten black leather swivel chairs; at the centre of the table stood a black marble tray with a bottle of Appleton’s Estate Aged Reserve, two short glasses, half-filled with ice. A platter with raspberries, Brie cheese, hazelnuts, and an aged cheddar sat quietly adjacent. Eduardo shut the door, and it clunked loudly. Charcoal grey carpet, which smelled new, led to a floor-to-ceiling window which overlooked the tarmac; orange vested workers with earmuffs darted between planes below.
“It’s remarkably quiet in here,” Alice said, staring out the window at the double bellied A380 reversing from a nearby gate.
“What about my wine?”
Alice smiled over her shoulder as she shrugged. It was a nothing gesture, but one that Eduardo found adorable, and he grinned awkwardly.
“Sure, but try this first. It’ll warm you up and relax you before the flight.” Eduardo poured two glasses of Appleton’s. Alice took a sip and coughed. She wasn’t used to drinking straight spirits.
“This is smooth and sweet, don’t you think?” Eduardo asked.
“It is, but are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?” Alice asked.
“I don’t take advantage of anyone.”
“I should head back outside, haven’t you got work to do?”
“The only work I have to do is to service you.” Eduardo said and in one swift move, he slid his hand around Alice’s waist, pulled her into him and placed his lips on hers, strong, but gentle enough so as not to intimidate.
Alice was both shocked and mesmerized. Jerome never kissed her with such passion.
*Jerome, shit*. Alice pulled away.
“No, I can’t, I’m married,” Alice said, “and so are you.”
“It’s okay, No one need ever know.
“You’ve done this before? Cheated on your wife?”
“Only once, my wife is disinterested in sex.”
“Yeah, Jerome hasn’t touched me in months, he doesn’t even try anymore.”
“Then he’s probably cheating on you. Sometimes sex can spice up a marriage, sometimes it can end it. If he’s not initiating with you for sex, then chances are, he’s getting it elsewhere.”
Eduardo placed his hand on Alice’s face, cupped her ear, and stroked her hair, tucking it behind her ears. He gazed deep into her, and declared,
“you are so beautiful, it’s a shame to see a woman of perfection, unappreciated. A beautiful woman deserves love, to feel aroused, and be the centre of attention.” He smiled and stared.
Eduardo had moved closer, his warm breath caressed Alice’s neck as he spoke, which sent goosebumps down her spine. She drifted in semi-conscious thought and stared back unsure how to react. She took another sip of her rum; the ice clinked and cracked, and the rum’s warm spices ignited her lips as it slipped easily down her throat. She remained silent, but a tiny breath, hidden behind a moan sparked an energy that refused to remain idle.
This time, Alice fell onto Eduardo’s lips. Her tongue sought his; starved for attention and affection after months of neglect. Eduardo’s hands reached around and he grabbed her soft rounded buttocks. He lifted her up, and she felt his cock, already rock hard and ground herself against it, which inflamed her precious pearl. Sparks of pleasure zapped throughout the rest of her body.
Outside, hundreds of passengers boarded a Boing 747, bound for London, they lugged backpacks and roller cases along narrow aisles and chatted excitedly, oblivious to the raw passion, in a small office, barely meters away.
Eduardo’s lips reminded Alice of the attention she’d missed. They moved down her cheek, kissed her chin before they slid across her neck. Tenderly at first, then Eduardo jumped to the back of her neck, where he grazed his teeth, as if he was a vampire finding the sweet spot. Alice moaned and shivered as tiny bumps of pleasure erupted.
He plopped her on the boardroom table, and pushed her shoulders to lay back, her legs dangled over the edge of the table. He unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her ankles, before he planted a kiss just above her mound, her colorful cotton underpants hinted at her sweetness below.
Alice flicked her sneakers off and they fell to the floor.
Eduardo dragged her underpants down with his teeth till they were partway down her thighs – her pink folds revealed her wetness, which reflected the afternoon warmth as the sun filtered through the window. It lit up her crutch like a ballet dancer on stage performing her final solo.
He pushed her shirt up, her black sports-bra caught up with it and her soft, rounded breasts revealed themselves, in one swift move. His hands gripped them like he was shaping clay – with delicate precision and tenderness. Alice moaned in ecstasy, her body shimmied with excitement but Eduardo was only just getting started.
He leant into her, her right breast in his mouth, he took as much as would fit, and flicked her nipple with his tongue. He then bit her nipple, tenderly with his lips. Alice’s breasts had longed for touch, now with unfettered attention, they came alive with swirls of erotic energy. Her brown nipples stood tall like bumpy stumps and Eduardo tugged and nibbled them; he gave them all the attention they deserved.
His thick hard cock – still bound in cloth, gyrated against her, glistened with excitement; a damp stain remained on the outside of his trousers. It was from Alice.
Eduardo drifted south. He kissed her stomach, her sides, and her mound as his hands fondled both breasts. Her breathing deepened, his scent filled her nose and she could taste his masculinity. Her nipples stiffened between his thumb and forefinger. She squealed with excitement, her eyebrows raised but her eyes remained closed, lost. Oblivious to all but his touch.
“Mmm.” She moaned.
Her soft skin, melted under his firm touch. Her stomach vibrated with tiny breaths and rolled, as tiny earthquakes shook her body. The long wooden boardroom table creaked with each shiver of movement, as their bodies became twisted and convoluted.
Eduardo kissed Alice’s clitoris then licked it. He kissed her left and right labia like he was performing the sign of the Holy Cross before he enveloped her pink opal with his mouth. He circled and stroked it with his tongue.
Alice groaned and lifted her head. She grabbed his hair, and pushed herself deep into his face, his tongue flicked and licked, circled and twirled, which sent bolts of ecstasy, long forgotten throughout Alice’s entire body.
She didn’t want it to end, but, after nine months of self-service, she relished the attention of a strong male tongue wrapped around her clitoris; who’s sole purpose was all about *her* pure pleasure…
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