When I'm traveling alone I talk to women at the airport. You can't do that if you're afraid of failure. It’s a low yield proposition. Maybe five percent of the time it goes somewhere. And even then it’s rarely sex.
But sometimes it does. Occasionally you find a business traveler looking to blow off steam. Or a vacationer looking to cut loose. Or the rare woman who just likes a no-strings fuck.
There isn’t a rhyme or reason to it. There’s no pattern. But there are still things I look for. Someone dressed to impress and traveling alone. Or someone who looks slightly overwhelmed.
This morning I first saw her in the precheck line. She's about 5'2". Mocha-colored skin. Thirtyish. Hair cut very short. Wedge heels. And she was shoved into a cotton t-shirt dress that was not made to handle a woman of her proportions. It hugged the contours of her body. Her round ass. Her big tits.
I could see the entire outline of her boyshorts panties. I could see the underwire and lace cups of her bra.
She buzzed through security with the efficiency of a business traveler. I wasn't the only one checking her out. The old men at the gate all had something to say. Even the one who probably had grandkids her age.
The airport wasn't crowded on a Sunday morning and I thought there was a fair chance we'd be on the same flight. I made the decision to approach her if she started walking to my gate.
I followed her out of security and sat nearby. I was looking for an opening when she got up and moved to a nearby bar. I followed her again. Sat down next to her. Offered to buy her a drink.
She knew exactly what I was doing. She didn’t discourage it. So we started to chat. Her name was Tasha. She was traveling for business. She’d grown up in New Orleans.
Tasha had a sexy southern accent. I kept flirting. When she mentioned she was in first-class, I suggested we sit together.
We convinced some people to trade seats on the plane and ordered more drinks. Then we spent the next four hours chatting and flirting. There was obvious chemistry. She liked my attention. I started working playful innuendo into our conversation and she would just smile and laugh.
When we landed I asked her if she needed a ride. I'd rented a car ahead of time. She said she'd love a ride. Then she winked and we both laughed at the cheesy line. She asked where I was staying. I told her the name of the hotel and mentioned it had a cool rooftop bar. And then I asked if she wanted to come for a drink.
Halfway through the drive, I put my hand on her thigh. I was dying to push her dress up but resisted the urge. She didn't move my hand off her muscular leg.