"Hurry up and wait," Arturo told himself as he carried his bag through airport security. His four-hour flight to Miami wasn't boarding for two more hours, and he hoped he could catch a nap. He had never been able to sleep on a plane.
As he moved toward his waiting area, he caught a long-haired hippy type looking at him. She had a streak of bright red in her auburn hair, and he couldn't help staring at it. He met her piercing green eyes and saw she was laughing at him. He grinned and shrugged. She stepped onto the people mover, and he moved quickly to get closer behind her.
Her long, silky green skirt twirled a little as she moved, and beneath the tunic she wore atop it, he could see her nipples and realized the jostling breasts meant she was without bra.
He wondered if she wore panties or had gone without them too. He felt his cock move in response to the path his thoughts were taking. When he came up closer behind her, he smelled her perfume, a spicy scent, maybe Obsession, but deeper, darker. He'd been fond of a former girlfriend's deep spicy scent, and this woman wore similar. He could also smell a hot body scent, and her turbulent waves of hair smelled like coconut. He felt like he had stepped into a cloud of magical smells. He moved as close as he could without touching her back.
As he inhaled deeply, they reached the end of the moving walkway, and being distracted, he stumbled.
She reached out with her arm and steadied him, and an electric jolt shot through his body and into his cock, which by now pulsated a little with excitement, despite the circumstances.
He looked up to catch her laughing eyes and big smile. Her nose was slightly too thin, he thought, her mouth too wide, her eyes just slightly crossed, but he found her deliciously attractive. His friends would laugh at him. His usual taste went to busty, pencil-thin blondes with bubble butts, manicured nails, and aggressive makeup. As far as he could tell, lipstick and a little mascara were all the makeup this woman wore, and her breasts, although extremely enticing on close look, were nothing close to the size he favored.
"What's the appeal?" he asked himself, and then she spoke.
"Are you okay now?" Her voice was lilting, almost musical, soft and yet loud enough that he heard her clearly over the hubbub around them.
He realized he'd been standing still, staring at her, and the crowd of people behind were angrily parting to go by them.
"I'd be better if you agreed to have a drink with me," he said.
That smile again. "One," she said, "and I'd be grateful. I'm a little fearful of airplanes."
He took her arm and guided her to a dark, expensive-looking bar he'd seen as they passed by. He asked for a booth, and the waiter nodded and seated them in a far corner, overlooking a loading area.
She ordered a Russian mule, he a Scotch and water.
Up close now, his attraction only increased. He shifted his cock and balls a little under the table, and he saw her eyelids drooping a little, as if she were also turned on. He decided to make a move, see where it got him. He picked up his drink and moved across the booth to sit next to her. "You mind?"
In answer, she patted the seat next to her, and he slid in. Her hand didn't move. It was right next to his butt, and she rubbed his butt a little through his tight jeans. His cock got rock hard, so hard it was uncomfortable, and he feared he'd have to excuse himself to find a restroom to handle that problem if he didn't calm down. Then her hand touched his zipper and he gasped. Unable to control himself, he reached across her in the booth and pulled her face into his, kissing her longingly, digging his hands into her hair.
And she responded, her free arm reaching up under his shirt, gently scratching his back. He hungrily licked her lips, but she pushed him back with her hand. "Finish your drink," she whispered, "then let's go for a walk."
He gulped the scotch, but she leisurely sipped her drink, coyly touching him with one hand, his own hand behind her neck, playing with her hair, tickling her ears, rubbing her neck.
Finally, hours later, he felt, she was done, and she turned to look at him. "I don't normally do this, but I find myself tremendously attracted to you."
He could barely speak, his cock was throbbing so hard. "As I am to you." He reached over and pulled her face to his again and gave her a deep, thrusting kiss, then let go. His voice was throaty in his ears as he said, "Let's go somewhere."
They slid out of the booth, his butt so sensitive, he felt every inch of the leather seat as he slid across. He held his hand to her to help her out.
As she rose from the booth, her silky skirt swirled across his bare arm, and his cock once more responded by throbbing.
He led her out into the busy walkway, and then looked around for a private space.
"Over there," she pointed. "Looks like that flight left."
He absolutely could not believe what he was doing as he moved into the alcove with her. Yes, it was deserted, but was in plain site of anyone passing by. And then he laughed. "What are you going to do, fuck her?" he asked himself. And another thought, "Yeah, yeah I was hoping to."
"Why are you laughing," she said. "Well, I know, this is funny and weird and a little crazy."
"I'm laughing because this is so out of character for me. I always plan everything, down to the smallest detail. I am never spontaneous, and this is about as spontaneous as you can get."
"It's not something I've ever done, but you're such a sexy man, and I'm about to get on a plane to a new life, and well, why not? What is it the young folks say, YOLO."
