I was in Melbourne a few years back, I was only there for a weekend before flying back that day. I was looking for some company but it being a Monday, no one was free. I had a new Tinder match from that morning, but he wasn’t replying to my message.
Then around 3pm he sends me a chat: he’s in Sydney, went there this morning for a work meeting, about to fly in to Melbourne, maybe we could meet tonight? But I’m about to leave Melbourne later this afternoon, so I won’t be here. There’s a lot of heavy flirting. We realise we’ll both be at the airport at the same time, so what the hell, let’s meet up there and say hello.
So we meet at one of the front doors and he’s looking handsome in a suit, sexy smile, great deep voice, immediately confident and take charge. He’s a bit older than me and when he asks me to walk him to his car, I can’t help but say yes. We talk as we go, he’s incredibly charismatic, and we’re talking about why he’s now divorced and living his life with sexual freedom. At his car, he puts his suitcase in the boot, then kisses me, it’s a damn good kiss. He suggests we go into the back seat of his car and just take it from there. I’m not sure where this is going but I’m hypnotised by his dominant way.