As I’m walking through the terminal to my gate, I turn the corner and see you heading the same direction. I fall in behind you, mesmerized by the way your hips sway with every step.
I eventually duck into a store to grab a drink, and make my way to the gate. As I approach the gate, I see you again, and as your eyes scan up my body, we lock eyes, and smile at each other briefly.
I take a seat facing your direction, so I can admire you as you sit and read your book, glancing furtively at me, trying to catch me staring at you.
You get up to stretch out, turning away from me as you bend over, stretching your legs. You sneak a peek backwards and catch me ogling your tight ass, and smile slyly as you know you’ve got me hooked.
After walking around a bit, you walk back into the gate, and sit down beside me, accidentally bumping into me as you move your bag. You use this opportunity to place your hand on my thigh and apologize, lingering a second before stroking upwards and stopping just shy of my crotch.
We talk occasionally as you read, and your lower body starts to squirm a little ways into your book. I peek at the title, noticing you are reading the Fifty Shades Darker book, and look over to read along with you. I interrupt your reading as you are pressing your thighs together, and ask if you are at any of the interesting parts. You reply with a yes, and lean over as you begin to read the scene from the book seductively in my ear. You rest your hands in my lap, holding the book while rubbing your fingers up and down my engorged manhood.
As the scene gets hotter, you speed up, practically jerking me off in the middle of the terminal. You lean over and tell me to meet you in the single restroom outside of gate H3 in two minutes and give me a descriptive knock to perform.
I watch you emphasize the sway in your hips as you walk away, and then get up to follow you.
I knock as you instructed, and enter the restroom to see you bent over the counter, dress hiked up to your waist, and beautiful breasts pressed up against the counter, looking at me lustily in the mirror.