I was relieved when the flight attendants finally opened the doors, allowing the passengers to disembark from the plane. The flight itself hadn't been too bad, but I was tired of sitting in one spot for so long and the prospect of being able to stretch my legs had me antsy. Grabbing my backpack from the overhead bin, I began shuffling forward.
As I approached the door, I passed by the first class flight attendant whose ass I'd been checking out the entire flight. From my seat in coach I'd nibbled on pretzels and watched as she bent over repeatedly to hand passengers orange juice or more giant chocolate chip cookies. My blood had been boiling even before I got on the plane with the thought that I'd be seeing Eve once more. A whole summer of horniness had built up just below the surface, and up until the flight attendant's booty caught my eye, I'd been doing alright. Now I was barely managing to hold myself together. Up close the flight attendant's face was less attractive than she'd initially seemed, and the thought was both a disappointment and a relief.
Stepping off the plane into the cooled air of the gate, I started making my way towards the baggage claim. I was pretty sure Eve would be waiting there for me, and I was a little nervous since it had been over two months since I'd last seen her. The phone sex we'd had over the summer had helped keep memories of our past sexual escapades fresh in my mind, as well as providing me with plenty of material for my masturbatory fantasies, but her image had started to grow fuzzy in my mind as the weeks passed.
I didn't see her immediately, so I put my carry-on down near the carousel and, noticing that my shoe was untied, bent down to tie my laces. As I pulled the loop tight I caught a whiff of familiar perfume. It's amazing how distinct she smells; I can always tell it's her at the door before I open it because of that fragrance. Looking up I was greeted by an eye full of legs covered in sheer black stockings that disappeared under the edges of a short beige skirt. Above the skirt was a white button-down dress shirt, and above that a large smile.
"Hey!' she said, "glad to see you made it alright."
"Damn, you're looking good Eve, I like the outfit you've got going."
"Glad you like it, I wore it especially for you," she said. Looking up I noticed she had her dark-brown hair in two pony-tails, a hairstyle she likes to use when she wants to evoke the school girl look. A little smile played around the corners of my mouth before stepping in to kiss her. As my arms slid around her waist, I felt her hands grip the sides of my shirt so she could pull me closer.
Her lips tasted sweet, like she'd just gotten done eating a peach, and I paused for a moment enjoying the flavor before sliding my tongue into her mouth. Once inside her mouth, my tongue connected with hers as it snaked out to meet me. The way our tongues slid around against each other reminded me of middle school truth or dare sessions. But this wasn't some barely pubescent girl I was kissing, as I had back in middle school. She was a woman, and I let me hands travel down her body to take in its shape. My hands ran down her sides, over the swell of her hips, and around and down to cup her ass. I gave it a squeeze and noticed it was firmer than it had been when I left.
"Yeah, all the running and biking this summer paid off," she said, breaking the kiss.
"Sure has, I wish my own exercising this summer had done the same."
"Wait, no washboard abs?" Her eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Oh I've got a full on 12 pack going girl . . . it's right under that protective layer of fat around my middle." Her smile cracked into giggles and she jerked me forward by the sides of my shirt, bringing her mouth back to mine in a more passionate kiss. I had to work my jaw furiously in order not to be swallowed up by her mouth. I squeezed her booty a few times more, enjoying the way it felt in my palms. I was surprised when I suddenly felt her palm pinch my own ass.
"Oww! girl, calm yourself down, don't make a scene."
"Oh, so you can grab my ass in public but I'm not allowed to grab your? My body's not a toy you know."
"Wait, it's not?"
"Anyways," she said, letting me go and giving me a light slap on the arm. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom while you wait for you bags to come out."
"Hope they didn't get lost in O'Hare again," I said.
Smiling over her shoulder at me, she walked out of the baggage claim and deeper into the airport. As soon as her head was turned, I found myself staring at her ass as it swayed its way down the length of the terminal towards the bathroom. Right before she turned the corner, disappearing out of sight, I noticed the stockings were actually garters.
My cock, which had started stirring when I grabbed her ass, was now beginning to pulse. I'd been so busy in the week and a half before I left home that I hadn't found the time to relieve myself. Looking at the carousel I willed it to start moving soon so I could get home and pump Eve full of the cum that I could feel beginning to simmer in my balls.
The airport wasn't very crowded, and most of the hundred or so people from my flight were hanging around the still motionless carousel. Picking up my backpack I started walking away from the baggage claim and back towards the checkpoint. Turning the corner, I saw the door marked "WOMEN" in blue. Without a second thought (though that assumes there was a first on, a doubtful prospect given how fully the drive for sex had taken over most of my reason) I walked towards the door and pushed through.
It was completely silent in the ladies room, and the fluorescent lights were in various stages of failure; the ones over the sinks blinked intermittently, buzzing, and some of the lights over the stalls had ceased working altogether. The sinks were unpopulated and upon bending down to check the stalls, I thought maybe Eve had gone to a different restroom.
Squinting I could just make out her black shoes and garters against the shadows of the handicapped stall at the far end of the bathroom. As I approached the stall, I heard her start to pee. When men piss, it's loud, the urine streaming down from twice the height of the toilet to echo in the bowl. When women pee, it's muffled by the sounds of their bodies as they sit on the toilet.
She'd been peeing for less than 5 seconds when I reached her stall and heard the stream suddenly stop. The door of the stall was barely my height, so it took nothing more than standing on my tiptoes to peak over. The stall was about twice the width of all of the others, and it sat right under one of the failed lights, casting a shadow over her body as she sat on the toilet.
"God! Adam, you scared me. What are you doing in here? This is the women's room!" I could hear the surprise in her voice, and it took her a moment to realize her skirt was still lifted up around her stomach, and her panties down around her ankles. When her shock ran out, she smoothed her skirt back down across her thighs, a slight flush creeping into her cheeks.
"Ummm, I'm peeing," she said when I didn't answer her.
"I know," I said. Reaching down I unlocked the stall door and walked in, locking it behind me.
"What, you want to watch me pee?"
