It's chaos at the airport, the weather has been and still is terrible and flights are being delayed to all corners of the continent. I have to grin a bit in myself because of the stress all people seem to be dealing with. What's the point of stressing? If the planes don't fly, they don't fly. I decide to get something to drink because my flight home isn't going the next few hours.
I get my coffee and realize the little restaurant at the airport is packed. I spot an empty chair somewhere at the far end and walk towards it when halfway I realize that there's a lady sitting on the table already. As it's the only free place I walk up to the table anyway and politely ask if I can sit on the empty seat.
You reply that I am encouraged to do so. I smile and take the empty seat and put my coffee on the table when I see an empty glass of wine in front of you.
'Drinking already this early?' I ask you.
You giggle a bit and quickly defend yourself. 'Only one glass! I felt like I really needed it after all the hassle.'
I laugh and assure you it's ok. We end up in a lively conversation about our trips, work, hobbies and interests. After talking for nearly an hour, I swear that I'm feeling your foot rubbing along my leg, from the knee up along my thigh. I look at you and the grin on your face tells me enough.
I frown. 'Tell me miss, what is it that you want from me?'
You stand up, walk over to me and whisper in my ear 'I want you in the restroom at the end of the hall, second stall from the left.'
Then you walk away. As you walk away, I can't help but to check out your body. Your heels rhythmically tick on the floor and your bum wiggles with every step. Your dress hugs your curves perfectly and your hair dances to the rhythm of your feet. I down my coffee, take a deep breath and stand up to follow to your stall of choice.
When I walk in the restroom, the stall is locked. I knock on the door twice. 'I'm here'. The door then opens and I quickly step in and lock the door as I smile at you before I grab your wrists, push you against the wall and passionately kiss you on the mouth. No words are exchanged. Your hands eagerly start unbuttoning my shirt and find grip around its collar.