Where it happened: Airport
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
I was in Detroit airport, waiting to take a filght to Pittsburg to visit family for the holidays in 1994. It was cold outside, in fact there was at least an inch of snow, and they had the temperature inside just a little too warm, tryig to compensate for the weather. All I could think about was the fact that I was starting to get a little uncomfortable waiting so long for my flight in the heat.
Since I had checked all my bags, and I only had a little bag for carry-on, I decided to get up and stroll around for a while. As I was walking, I saw a group of young stewardesses cross the hall and go into a large room that said “staff only”. I figured that they must have been off duty, and being so far from my terminal, I decided not to bother finding out. But as I was heading back, I heard a voice over the intercom say that my flight had been delayed by an hour and a half. So, I decided to go back and investigate the sudden appearance of this group of girls. As I looked through the little window at the top of the door, I could see that there was a long hallway, with many doors leading off to the sides.
“Can I Help you?” a voice suddenly said from behind me. I turned quickly to see a beautiful young woman facing me. She had the strangest red-blonde coloured hair and very full lips. They formed a tight smile that was half protocol, and half caused by the awestruck expression on my face. “You certainly can” I thought to myself. “No, just looking” is what I think I said aloud. She seemed to be trying to read my thoughts though, because she slightly pushed her thin eyebrows together as if thinking, and then she asked “are you sure?”. I wasn’t. I didn’t know what to think at the time, except how gorgeous this girl was. She couldn’t have been much older than 20 or 21. She was tall and slender, but not towering. And she wasn’t too thin either, not a toothpick figure like some girls. She was just a little smaller than average in the waist, and her arms and legs were thin and smooth. “I just wanted to get a closer look” I said. “I’ve got nothing better to do until my flight leaves.”
There was something about her that struck me as being familiar, but I couldn’t exactly figure it out. Either way it didn’t matter. She told me that if I care that much, it probably wouldn’t be a problem if she led me on a “tour” through the hallways. As I followed her, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her slowly rocking hips and her firm but soft ass muscles, and I couldn’t help but think about the sweet “tinkle” in her voice. It was a lovely sound. I don’t know whether she had an itch, or whether it was intentional, but just then she reached back and lifted the bottom of her short uniform skirt with a slight twitch, just high enough to get a glimpse of the lace panties she was wearing underneath. We continued walking down the hall until we arrived at the 2nd or 3rd last door on the right, which opened up to a room with no lights on. She turned the handle to open the door, and flicked on the lights inside.
“Would you like any coffee” she asked as she bagan to pour her own cup from the coffee maker in the corner of the lounge. I had sat down on one of the plush couches in the room and removed my jacket because of the sweltering heat, and she must have figured that I might be cold now. “Sure please” I said, figuring that a little caffiene couldn’t hurt. My mind was wandering quickly through a series of thoughts about this beautiful woman. I kept thinking about her soft, rounded hips and her tender, firm breasts. Her name, Mandi, kept playing through my mind. It was a beautiful name, I thought. I listened to the sound of her voice in my head, and smelled the perfume she was wearing over and over again. No matter how hard I tried, I could not pull my thoughts away from this girl. She sat next to me with her coffee and we both started to sip at it. The sudden slurping noise from both of us sipping the coffee at once broke the silence in the room very humorously, and it was all I could do to keep from spitting my coffee on the floor from laughing.
Obviously, however, Mandi thought it was a little funnier than I did, since she jerked so hard from laughing that she spilled her coffee on the table in the middle of the room. She bent over to clean it up, and I was given yet another “preview”. As she moved to wipe up the mess, the top of her uniform loosened and moved away from her body, providing a clear view of her “C” cup breasts, not too big but not too small. I got down to help her, still laughin a little from the shock of spilling her drink, and as I began to mop up the coffee from the floor, she looked up at me and smiled a tight little smile, with a strange twinkle in her eyes.
Before I knew it, she was all over me, kissing me and rubbing my back, moving her body slowly against mine. I had never expected that a girl so soft and tender looking, with such a gentle beauty to her, could be so forceful and direct. I didn’t fight it though. I slowly rubbed her down while we tounged, casually reaching up under her top to slide my hands along her back. 3 plastic hooks later, I felt the tension release and her smooth round breasts relax against my chest, pushing closer in to me. I unbuttoned her blouse as we kissed and slid it and her bra overtop of her head gently, as she began to lift my shirt. I had no idea what either of us were planning, and to admit it, I was a little nervous, but I went along with the whole thing as if it were completely natural. Soon, we were both on the couch, me in my boxers and her in her panties, with the rest of the clothes lying on the floor below us. She was kissing me and feeling me wildly now, moving on top of me like if she was bouncing on a horse or something. It surprised me that she had been so forward and bold in just suddenly doing all this, but I didn’t care too much, so I returned the favour.
As the minutes rolled on we both began to get a little hot with the situation, and before we knew it we were both completely nude and madly fondling each other all over. I kissed her enitre body from top to bottom, and she ran her fingers softly all over me. By now, she was under me, and all she did was lean back until she was flat against the cushions. As her legs spread open and I saw her lips part, like a pink doorway sliding open, I though to myself “how can I be this lucky?” But before I could do or say anything, she had a hold of my 6 1/2 inches of love and put me inside her. As I slowly slid in, I could feel a surge of energy thruough my entire body as I went rigid. She moaned softly, that lovely voice of hers just barely above a tinkling sigh, recognizing myself inside of her. We puched against each other and slowly rocked back and forth on the couch, breathing with each gentle pumping action, speeding up slowly from motion to motion. After about 15 minutes of it, she pulled off of me and asked my to lick her. I was confused (for lack of a better word) but I went along with it, running my tongue along her body, stopping at each suculent nipple to taste the lovely flavour of her skin in my mout. I sucked on each of her breasts, rubing her body slowly with my fingers, feeling her tense with each passing breath. Another 5 minutes and I was inside her again, going harder and faster this time, breathing out loud in soft sounds, listening to the sound of her voice, just slightly escaping with each puch. We gradually increased to wild thrusts, and within 10 minutes neither of us could take it anymore. We were both moaning with the pleasure of each other’s body and the quick pace and the warm feeling of her juices sliding against my unit became unbearable. I released all that I had into her, stiffening to throw my load through her body in pulses. I heard her breathe in quickly and gasp “oh my…” as I got dizzy and shivered.
Afterwards, we stayed like that for quite a while on the couch, just laying there, softly kissing occasionally or just stroking each other’s hair. But, like any good thing, it had come to an end, so we got dressed and left. I asked her for her number, to call her when I get back from my vacation, but she just shook her head and gazed at me. As she walked away, I remeber wondering what it was that I ahd done wrong. I guess I’ll never really know.
My flight finally arrived, and I spent the rest of my holidays with my older sister and her family in Pittsburg.
About a year or two ago, I went to a family reunion in Pittsburg, and found out that I had a cousin who worked as a flight attendant. Her name is Mandi.
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