Nsa Stories

We were meeting in the car park of Travelodge. It was on the outskirts of a small town, about an hour's drive from my home. Rain streaked the darkening sky. It was only 2 in the afternoon, but the thick clouds made it feel much later. My phone buzzed. "I’m here, xx," read the message. "Great, me too, xx." "Blue Mazda MX5 xx." I scanned the car park; there were only a handful of cars there at that time. There was the MX5,...

Fresh out of high school and desperate to be rid of my virginity, I strode down the beach in my black bikini. I didn’t work out, but I had a flat stomach and a nice round ass like most girls at eighteen. The bikini was just cheeky enough to make you wonder if I wanted the attention. My boobs were small but lifted and only bounced slightly as I walked. My long brown hair hung loose and wavy, from the salty breeze. Not a hi...

We met at a company Christmas party. She was the corporate travel agent, me, a mid-level manager, widowed a few years before and bereft of female companionship since. I knew her first name was Diana but nothing more. I was sitting, enjoying the music and drinking my wine when she came up and said, “You need to dance with me!” I protested that I didn’t dance. She said, “Bullshit,” and dragged me to my feet. I kind of shuff...

If you travel enough you start to see the same faces. Business travelers seem to take the same flights. They go to the same cities. They stay at the same hotels. Everyone picks an airline or hotel chain based on a loyalty program. So if you spend a month in the downtown Hilton in Minneapolis, it's not uncommon to run into someone you met in the bar a year later in the same hotel brand in another major city. It's not like...