Road Trip Journal IV
Impatiently tapping her fingers on the arm rest, Savannah stood up as the pilot announced that all flights out of Denver had been cancelled due to extreme weather. No shit. That much was obvious as she glimpsed snow falling heavily outside the cabin windows. Damn it, anyway. She was anxious to be back in Boston and begin to ferret out that which her lover wanted to hide from her. Despite the ominous warning he'd given, something about his last words bothered her. It almost seemed as if, well, as if he cared. As if his ultimatum were his way of protecting her. She'd had plenty of time to think about her current predicament in the last few days during her stay in California.
It was becoming more apparent with each passing hour that the only reason her lover was hiding his identity from her was because either he had never planned on doing so in the first place and all this was just one big head game to him; or, most likely, though perhaps a bit more dramatic, was that he had some dark truth he was keeping from her. Or perhaps both reasons applied. Whichever the case may be, Savannah felt it was time the games ended, and she discover the man he really was.
Heaving a weary sigh she walked down the tunnel into the terminal, her stilettos forging a frustrated path to the nearest watering hole. She carefully arranged herself on the only available stool. Her already short skirt crept further up her shapely thigh. Impatiently she reached with one hand to tug it back down but a male hand came to rest on hers, stopping the motion. Startled she looked next to her up into a set of compelling eyes.
"Don't pull it down, honey. You'll deprive every guy in here of the best view to be had in this snowstorm."
A finger traced a mesmerizing path from her hand up her arm to rest lightly against her face. Savannah became aware that she'd been holding her breath as a light-headed feeling overcame her. She grasped that hand in hers for support and exhaled, at which point her heart began beating at an accelerated rate. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she leaned into the caress. He'd been right, of course. She was as much a hostage to her own sexual nature as she now was to his ultimatum. She nervously licked her lips and stared at him, letting her body language and eyes do the talking. It was obvious from his response he felt the same.
His other arm wrapped around her and lifted her off the stool, allowing a slow glide down his body. She felt his semi-hard dick cradled in her pelvis as her feet came in contact with the floor. Instantly her nipples were pebble hard as her pussy pulsed in a needy spasm. Even after all she'd experienced in the last few days her body was making it clear to her that her sex drive was as strong as ever. In front of her stood the instrument of her release and with an inner "why the hell not?" went with it.
"Where to?" she asked boldly.
With an appreciative grin he turned slightly and headed toward the exit leading back into the throng of people crowding the airport. With hurried steps he guided her toward a utility door, but found it to be locked. Impatient they made their way further and further away from the more crowded areas of the airport.
"I'm Steve, by the way", he said abruptly as his eyes scanned for any possible location for their impending tryst.
"I'm Savannah", she managed breathlessly as his pace suddenly increased.
He veered right and left, and then left again. He seemed to have a destination in mind as his gaze appeared to be fixed to something ahead of them. He looked over at her briefly in an assessing manner, nodding as if coming to a conclusion.
"It suits", was all he said.
He yanked her closer to his side, narrowly avoiding a collision with some unruly kids. Fast on their heels harried looking parents chased them down.
"Ah, here we are", he said.
Savannah looked up to see a door marked Men, with yellow caution tape and cones around it. An orange sign indicated that repairs were in progress and that the restroom was a hazard. Looking around to make sure they were not being observed Steve lifted her over the tape and then followed, pushing her gently forward into the bathroom. Steve took stock of the restroom, pleased to note that there was no apparent flooding or foul odor present. There was a crate in one area of the space near the furthest stalls. Some tools lay about but there was not much else. No one seemed to be about.
