The other stories I have written in the Group Sex category have taken weeks even months to craft. This series came about out of a desire to produce a work quickly. There are (hopefully) going to be nine chapters in this 'Quickie' series, if they were included in a single work it would make the most implausible reading. I'm hoping that by splitting it over nine separate short stories it will be more fun and only improbable.
I have ideas for each subsequent chapter, but please do make suggestions as the series progresses. I do have a define beginning and end which will self limit this series.
Constructive feedback and comments are always most welcome.
Enjoy.
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I hate airport departure lounges. All the hassle and rushing around of getting to the airport, checking in, passport control etc is over and now you have to... wait! Departure lounges are boring soulless places. This one was no different and as I gazed around I began to lose the will to live.
My despondency wasn't helped by the fact that that very morning the Decree Absolute had come through finalizing my divorce. I hadn't wanted our marriage to end, but she said that there was no going back. At least I had good job! As account manager for an international cosmetics company I got to travel the globe frequently. Mind you, it was that very reason why my marriage failed. Away too much, leaving a void in her life that she needed to fill. I don't blame her, but here I am again overnight, long haul flight for a two day stopover.
God, I hate airport departure lounges.
I tried to look on the bright side, being free and single again though had to have it's benefits, didn't it? I started scanning my fellow passengers and airport staff to see if there was anyone I fancied the look of. Just about everyone looked as miserable as I felt. There was a lady a few seats away from me though who was wearing a business suit and looked very attractive. I changed my position slightly to be more able to 'casually' stare at her. She picked up her mobile and a few moments later she was ripping the shit out of some poor subordinate who had committed the heinous crime of booking her into a four star hotel instead of her favorite five star hotel!
I could do without that sort of crap in my life, I turned away.
A female police officer sauntered down through the lounge. God I love a woman in uniform, so sexy. Those handcuffs could come in handy! I smiled to myself at the thought of it and then realized that she was smiling back at me.
"Good evening sir." She said in a tone that oozed confidence and authority. God I love a woman in a uniform. "How is your day going?"
"Good evening," I quickly scanned her name badge, "Officer Weatherby," I pondered if I should give her the truth or the polite version of the state of my existence today. I chose polite, "Fine thank you. I hope you're not too busy?"
She smiled and tucked her thumbs into the armpits of her stab vest, "All quiet, just the way I like it. Where are you flying to today?"
"London."
She quickly scanned my suit and small flight bag, "I'm guessing business rather than pleasure?"
"Spot on Sherlock!" I grinned and gave her a thumbs up.
She threw her head back and laughed loudly drawing a few interested glances from my fellow zombies, "Thank you for the compliment, maybe I'll make detective after all!"
I considered flirting some more, but the ring on her left hand stabbed at my conscience. "I think it's only a matter of time."
She started to turn away, "Have a pleasant flight, good evening."
"Thank you, stay safe." I watched her as she walked away, god I love a woman in uniform!
I started scanning faces again and started to become despondent. No one seemed to have any life in them. Maybe it was just because they were in an airport departure lounge, they were all... waiting! There were elderly people who looked like they were comatose, there were parents of young children who looked like they were about to die of exhaustion and there were the business people, like me. Flushing their lives down the pan in the pursuit of material happiness.
Yep, it's fair to say I was quite fed up. I hate airport departure lounges!
I shifted position and started scanning again and then, quite suddenly, as I moved my gaze around I made eye contact with a youngish lady sitting about 40 feet away. I'm sure she wasn't there a moment ago. She was looking directly at me and there was no doubt that eye contact was made. I looked away, embarrassed for some reason, in my head I said, 'sorry didn't mean to stare'.
Curiosity got the better of me though and a minute or two later, actually, probably only 30 seconds, maybe 15 seconds later, I looked back and she was still looking at me. She smiled. I looked down again and felt guilty all over again. I looked up and she smiled again, this time she lifted her right hand and waggled her fingers. My heart rate increased and I instinctively turned round to see if there was someone behind me waving back at her.