After going to pick up my luggage at the kiosk I rolled out to the curb of the airport and waited for a cab. As one pulled up another woman walked up beside me and asked to share if we were going the same way. I told her I was heading for the downtown Hyatt, and she said she was going to the Sheraton just a block away from it. No problem. We could share.
I'm a tall woman with short, curly brown hair. I have a toned figure because, in my business, you have to look good, and I did. My breasts were small, but many had told me they were choice. And I had legs that drew stares everywhere I went.
This woman standing beside me could be my sister, We shared so many physical traits, except she had long, red hair. And freckles, that make-up just couldn't quite cover. She was adorable.
Our driver, a small Latino man, loaded our luggage into the trunk of the cab, held the door open and I climbed in first, followed by Red. We settled in, smiled at each other and waited until the driver got on the highway. The airport was at least thirty minutes from downtown.
I glanced over to Red and noticed her skirt was higher than it needed to be. And she was slowly spreading her legs. Then she squeezed her thighs together, hard, and spread them again.