Layovers are a pain at the best of times but the prospect of five hours at the
airport was not a good one. My inbound flight had been delayed and I had missed
my connection, so there was nothing for it but to wait out the afternoon and
catch the next 'plane home to the wife and kids.
The only saving grace was my business class ticket, meaning that at least I
could loaf around in the executive lounge and not in the main concourses.
Something to read, plus snacks and a drink were the only silver lining to my
particular cloud that day.
After a tour of the shops (all expensive things I didn't need), I tracked down
the lounge and dumped my stuff. A coffee and a paper killed an hour but it
wasn't until I noticed the computer bays in the "Business Centre" that an idea
occurred to me. Why not pick up my emails?
The only booth free was at the end of a row of five and I was delighted to
discover that the internet access was free - not the usual credit-card-payment
machines. A chance to pick up some emails and drop in on my favourite chat-room.
I settled in, checked the mail and started to chat. Although I am married and
love sex with women, I also love to fantasise about cocks and sex with men, so
my favourite site is a gay one. Being stuck in an airport in the middle of
Europe, I was as frustrated as turned on, unable to do anything more than have
dirty conversations with guys in foreign countries and become increasingly
horny.
Then I saw her.
From the moment I caught sight of her tall figure, striding across the lounge,
with her long blonde hair, long legs and short skirt, I was as drawn to her as
every other man in the lounge.
Everyone looked. Even the women.
Especially the women. Perhaps they spotted something about this newcomer, that I
picked up on immediately. This exquisitely, yet sexily dressed, big-breasted,
leggy blonde with the long flowing locks was clearly not all she appeared to the
casual observer.
Perhaps it was her height - 6ft if she was an inch. Perhaps it was her well-
defined legs, slim yet muscular. Perhaps it was her strong-looking hands with
the long fingers. Perhaps it was all these things.
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