My thanks to all who have given me feedback on previous stories, and who have begged and demanded more.
Here it is.
Thank you to my editors. I could not have done it without you! CAUTION-- this story is suspected to have put at least one of my editors in a coma. Yeah, it was too hot for him to handle. Hopefully it is hot enough for YOU! As always, I welcome your comments and feedback.
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I walked down the ramp in the airport, feeling woozy and a bit disoriented. I barely knew where I was, and this was not my normal stop, but I had been persuaded to stop here by an acquaintance I had met on Literotica. We had met when he had offered feedback on one of my pieces, and had quickly become friends, finding that we shared many of the same views and key values. I had arranged this layover so that we could have a, well, a lay over.
I thought about what I was doing for about the fortieth time as I headed toward baggage claim, intending to catch a taxi to my hotel and freshen up before calling him to let him know I was in the area. I was concerned that I would not be who he expected, that my clothing or appearance would be found less than satisfactory, or, worst of all, that we would be sexually incompatible and would find nothing to do but twiddle our thumbs all weekend. That was almost unthinkable.
I was still woozy from the early morning flight, so when I bumped into a wall of male muscle I didn't even flirt, as is my norm. I merely excused myself and started to walk around him. He, however, moved the same direction I did. We did the same thing a third time. At this point, I raised my tired eyes to his face, intending to make my usual quip.
"Shall we dance-- RANDY?!"
"I was wondering when I was going to see those pretty eyes."
"These eyes are TIRED." I shook my head. "Isn't there a song about that? I had to be up at 3:00 this morning to get the dog boarded and-- how did you know when I would be here?"
"Only one flight in from Oakland today, Babe."
He took my carry on from my shoulder and hugged me firmly. I felt his gorgeous body rub up against mine as we embraced and all tiredness left my body, being replaced by lust. I looked at him and saw an answering lust in his eyes.
"I don't suppose I can just abandon my luggage here and we can just take off for the hotel now, can we?"
"I don't suppose we can."
"They do tend to frown on that. And considering the number of skimpy little frilly things I have packed I don't think I want them pawing through it, either."
"Skimpy little . . . Can we have a fashion show?"
I could see Randy's mouth water and the bulge in his jeans grew noticeably larger as we walked toward the baggage claim area, where we retrieved my excess luggage, then headed for his car.
We got the luggage loaded and he politely held the door for me to get in.
As I passed him, I rewarded his consideration by reaching up and giving him a long, hot kiss. "Thank you," I breathed in his ear, as we finished our embrace.
"I'm sorry?"
"That was a 'thank you' for being a gentleman and opening my car door for me. I didn't have the chance til now to see if you were the type, and I am VERY pleased. I promise that you will be, too."
"Oh. You are welcome, I guess. Thanks for not getting all women's lib on me and telling me that you can open your own doors."
"I'm fully aware that I can. It's just really nice when I don't have to."
I kissed him again, and then got in the car. He shut me in, gently, and then walked around to his own side and got in.
He quickly maneuvered the car onto the freeway and I asked him if he knew where he was going. He replied with the name of my hotel. I was suitably impressed.
I placed my hand on his thigh as we talked, gently rubbing his thigh through his jeans. Very shortly, I moved my hand Northward until I was brushing against his erect cock. With my other hand, I unbuttoned my blouse to show him my lace bra that was so brief that my nipples peeked out of the top. A passing trucker glanced down at me and honked his horn in appreciation. I smiled and waved at him, then turned back to Randy's cock.
"Now this is JUST a pity. Who would take a gorgeous piece of meat like this and cage it up in these tight jeans like this? How can it possibly breathe?" I unzipped his fly and extricated his cock as I talked. "See? Isn't that better?"