GETTING FUCKED ON MY LAYOVER
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Just one flight from home but stuck in DFW. The story of my life. After two weeks away from home I was flying back from business on the west coast. Delayed for an hour and then for three more due to icy weather all across the southern US, decided to treat myself to a pedicure in the airport. I found a spa in the D concourse and they had a short wait, so I went back to the airline club, poured up a glass of wine in a paper cup and was in the pedicure chair fifteen minutes later. The warm water of the footbath began to ease the pain of the delay and the wine was definitely helping too.
That was when I noticed someone preparing to take a seat in the chair to my left. She was a tall brunette probably in her mid 30s. Like me she looked like she had been traveling all day and needed some pampering as much as I did. She was wearing a cute tight black skirt a few inches above her knees, tight sleeveless yellow sweater, black leather jacket and black leather boots just below her knees. She shuffled around to get her jacket and tote situated and then sat down and unzipped her boots. Trying to be discreet but still very interested, I watched as first her left and then her right foot came out of her boots. I was a bit surprised that she was not wearing any socks but very pleased so see that she had truly beautiful legs and feet. Her calves were very muscular, but still so feminine, perfect tiny ankles and long, wide beautiful feet. My best guess was a size 8. She moved her boots to the side of her chair and very close to my chair and eased her feet into the footbath.
The aroma of her boots hit me a few seconds later. Very strong, very sweet, very raw, it was delicious. The combination of the warm leather and the natural fragrance of feet trapped inside that leather for hour after hour was an erotic symphony for my nose. This was the moment I also felt the first tingle of warmth between my thighs. I looked her boots over a bit better now. Five inch heels, side zipper, obviously high quality full grain leather and now that I could see the inside too, very well worn. I leaned over toward her, partly to get a better whiff of those boots, but also to compliment her. "I love your boots," I said.
She turned and smiled and in a strong Italian accent said, "Thank you. I am glad to take them off, my feet are very tired."
"Mine too," I replied and reaching out my hand toward her, I said, "I am Misty, nice to meet you."
She also extended her hand toward mine and said, "I am Sofia, nice to meet you too." We grasped hands for just a few seconds and she smiled a very kind smile as she looked into my eyes while our hands were clasped.
She was a strikingly beautiful woman, blue eyes, short curly dark brown hair, minimal makeup, but lovely eyelashes and just a touch of color on her lips. With her arm extended toward me, a very large and very dark tuft of long thick curly hair was obvious in her armpit. We chit chatted a while about our travel problems and our current situation. She was on her way to New Orleans for a medical convention.
We sat back to enjoy the massage chairs and foot pampering, but I continued to discretely enjoy every detail of my new friend Sofia. The vibration of the massage chair caused just enough movement of Sofia's body to let me see that she was braless. Her athletic frame and near perfect muscle tone held her full C cup breasts beautifully aloft. The cool air of the spa or the movement of her breasts against her sweater was enough to cause her nipples to react and become hard enough to strain against the fabric of the sweater. As her pedicurist massaged her legs and feet the hair on her lower legs became more obvious. I have shaved my armpits and legs every day since I was 10 years old and shaved or waxed my pussy since I was 19, so hairy legs and armpits were not my style, but on this Italian beauty, it was deliciously sexy and very exciting. The warm tingle between my thighs was constant now. We continued to chat throughout our pedis and when I complimented her on her lovely legs, I learned she had been an elite athlete who had qualified for the Olympics in the hurdles but was injured before she could compete. She now trained as a powerlifter and bulging shape of her quadriceps and glutes left me no doubt she was exceptionally strong.
Our pedicures finished about the same time, both with shades of red on our toenails. With our spa slippers in place, I took my chance to ask her, "Would you like to get a drink, maybe a bite to eat?"
"That sounds great," was her reply. We both paid and tipped our pedicurists, gathered bags, jackets, her boots and my pumps and I led the way to the airline club. It's a very short walk to the club and in five minutes we were sittling into two chairs at right angles to one another in a less busy corner of the club. Wine was quickly ordered and we both rested our freshly pampered bare feet on the same ottoman, just inches from one another. Our wine arrived and I offered a toast to freshly pedicured toes and new airport friends and Sofia added, "Very beautiful airport friends with very sexy feet."
I was only slightly surprised by her comment, but I had definitely hoped I was reading her signals correctly ever since we started talking in the spa. As we both raised our glasses, I also felt her toes rubbing against the side of my foot. "The wine is very nice, and that feels great too," I said.
"The wine is nice and I am so glad you like because I think you are lovely." I returned the affection stroking my toes over her feet as well and up the side of her leg as far as her muscular calf. "It is tragic we will both be on different planes so soon," she said.
"I was thinking the same thing," was my reply. I excused myself to go to the restroom and on the way ordered more wine for us both.
When I returned to our seats, Sofia had relocated to a small sofa along with our bags. She was sitting with her feet on the ottoman again. "Sit next to me, I am chilly so I got us blankets too," she said patting the sofa next to her. I sat and put my feet next to hers on the ottoman and she slid very close to me as she covered us with the blankets. She began stroking my feet with her toes again and then slipped her hand under the blanket. I silently sipped my wine and then felt her hand stroke along the top of my soft round thigh. My slacks were thin enough to enjoy her touch almost like there was nothing between her fingertips and my skin. She smiled at me and looking me in the eye whispered, "Is this ok?" I only nodded my head slightly and she continued. She stroked a couple of times along the top of my thigh and then with her fingertips at my knee she slid her hand to the inside of my thigh. Very, very slowly she slid her fingers up my inner thigh. I lifted my leg closest to her and placed it over her legs, spreading my thighs for this gorgeous lady who was a stranger just an hour ago. Still hidden by the blanket her fingers finally reached my pussy and she began very slightly, descreetly stroking me through the fabric of my slacks. This crazy travel day had certainly taken a delicious twist and the tingle had now become a wetness between my thighs.
Our wine glasses were both empty at the same time and just as we each sat them down, the waiter arrived with full glasses. He traded out full glasses for empty ones just two feet from us as my new friend stroked my pussy under the cover of the blanket. I ordered the next round before he left and then as we sipped our wine my phone buzzed. Fearing it was another delay I checked it. It was not just a delay, my flight was cancelled instead. I told Sofia that I was going to be spending the night in DFW and dialed my company's travel desk as he continued with her delightful touch. Our travel agent quickly had me booked on an 11:00 am flight home the next day (because I don't do early flights) and I had a room in the Grand Hyatt attached to the airport for the night.
We finished our wine and I was not ready for this to end, so I led Sofia to the ladies' room. We both primped a bit in the mirror until the one other lady in the restroom left and then I almost d**g her into a stall. The stalls were very private and big enough for us to both easily fit. I immediately kissed her, forcing my tongue between her lips savoring the sweetness of the wine and the delicious fullness of her eager mouth. My hand was instantly under her skirt and my fingers buried in the thickest longest hair I had ever felt on any woman or man. Her entire bush was soaking wet and it dawned on me that there were no panties in the way either. My fingers stroked between her thighs and zeroed in on her full long labia and huge swollen clit. I broke away from our kiss and she was reading my mind as she lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her muscular thighs and raised one of her perfect athletic legs to rest her bare foot on the handicap rail in the stall. Falling to my knees, my tongue sought out the source of this amazingly wet mound of pubic hair. Her scent was so sexy and the taste was perfection. My tongue hit her clit and I realized it truly was huge, as big around as one of my fingers and close to two inches long. Just above it was a large steel ring and bead in her hood which did not even begin to cover her massive clit. Quickly she gripped the back of my head forcing my tongue into her pussy. The mound of hair extended down the inside of each of her thighs and my face was engulfed in the forest of long black wet curls. Hungrily, eagerly, desperately I licked and kissed her pussy. All too quickly, I felt her tensing and silently she started thrusting her hips against my tongue as she forced my face against her. Her orgasm was obviously very intense but somehow she remained totally silent. She released my head and as she lowered her leg, she lifted me to my feet. Her kiss was so tender as she carefully cleaned every last taste of her pussy from my face.
"Oh my, I must go, I will miss my flight," she said after she realized that time had gotten away from us. We straightened our clothes and then hand in hand we left the stall together. We met some very judgmental looks from the other women in the restroom, but after a long tender kiss, we straightened our hair in the mirror and walked hand and hand back into the club.
Sofia sat down to put on her boots and I knelt to help. Her legs were open just wide enough to give only me a glimpse of the long dark hair still wet from my tongue. Now inches away, the scent from pussy and her boots was more than I could resist and before I slipped her foot inside the first boot, I raised a it to my nose and took a very long deep breath. When I opened my eyes, Sofia was smiling down at me. "You are a very naughty girl, Misty," she said.
"Yes I am," was my only reply as I slipped her foot in her boot and zipped it up for her.
With my own pumps back on and our bags gathered we started the walk to her gate trading contact information as we walked. She wrapped her arm around me on the Skylink train like two long time lovers who were about to start a long separation. We made our way down the escalator to her gate with her hand stoking my back and occasionally gripping my large, round, soft ass. It was just a few minutes from her boarding time so we found a spot along the wall to say our last goodbyes. Like two school k**s who could not take their hands off one another, she pressed me to the wall and I held her tightly in my arms as we talked. We tried to quickly plan how we could meet again before she went back to Italy and we promised to stay in contact. We took a wonderfully cute selfie, both of us looking like we had been traveling all day or longer and had also just had sex in a restroom.
We were sharing what I was sure would actually be our last kiss when the gate agent started to make an announcement. "Passengers on flight 654 to New Orleans. The weather in the New Orleans area has deteriorated more and we will not be able to get you to New Orleans until tomorrow. If you will form a line here at the desk we will begin to rebook you."
I just started laughing and grabbed her hand. I almost dragging her back toward the escalator. "Wait, wait, I must rebook my fight," she said.
"No, we will do it in the club on the way to the hotel," We were in and out of the club in just a few minutes and Sofia was rebooked for a 10:45 AM flight to New Orleans. We were checking into the hotel 10 minutes later.
Part 2
We barely had the hotel door closed before we were locked in a long passionate kiss. My new friend Sofia was even more horny than I imagined and she was all but ripping my clothes off as we stumbled toward the bed. My blouse hit the floor followed shortly by my bra. I stepped out of my pumps and unzipped my slacks. Sofia pushed me backward onto the bed and was immediately pulling down my pants. I was squirming my way further onto the bed when she grabbed the sides of my panties and roughly pulled them down in one motion. She paused just long enough to retrieve my pumps and after a soft kiss on each of my soles, she slipped my feet back into my shoes. Her gentleness ended with that and she roughly forced my knees up toward to my massive boobs and buried her face in my hairless wet pussy.
Her skills were incredible as her tongue and fingers ravished my glistening womanhood. Again and again she sucked in my hard clit and stroked her long thin fingers deep between my labia driving me quickly to the brink of a huge release. She sensed that and lowered her intensity to keep me just on the edge of paradise. My legs were quivering and I was whimpering softly when after what seemed like an eternity I gripped her head and began to beg her to make me cum. I begged and begged, but she continued to hold me on the verge of explosion. Finally when I was certain that the volume of my cries and begging was disturbing the entire floor of the hotel, she increased her pressure ever so slightly. I exploded in a huge, long, shaking, screaming orgasm which gripped me and held me in its swirling throbbing passion for minutes. Sofia was magically teasing my pussy so skillfully and now I simply could not stop cumming. I have no idea how long I was in the throes of my orgasm but I can easily say I have never experienced one like it in my life. She finally let me relax and my quivering body went completely limp.
When she had started undressing me, I had plans to get my mouth and hands all over her body and the beautiful hair adoring it, but now I was struggling to even raise my head. Sofia moved from between my legs and up to my side. She leaned in and gave me a very tender kiss. "Are you alright Misty?" she asked in her intensely sexy Italian accent.
"I am amazingly well. Thanks to you Sofia," I said. She laid next to me stroking my hair and kissing me gently as I recovered. Our kissing slowly intensified and after a few minutes I whispered, "I want to watch you undress for me please."
"As you wish," she said as she slide from the bed.
She reached for the bottom of her tight sweater but I quickly stopped her. "Not there," I said. "Over there, please," I said as I hit the remote button which opened the room darkening shades, and I pointed to the floor-to-ceiling windows which faced the busy terminal of DFW.
She grinned that grin of a woman who had just been told to do something they would have done without being asked, and said, "You are a very naughty girl, Misty." She slowly crossed the room and stopped in front of the windows. I looked past her and could clearly see the travelers in the crowded terminal just one floor below and less than a hundred feet from us. She looked out the window and watched the people for a few moments as I found a music station on the television and it started playing a slow blusey tune.
When she heard the music her hips began to sway slowly and then her movements became more and more erotic. Her hands were tracing the perfect outline of her hips and gently over the tight fabric of her sweater which strained to contain her full breasts and hard nipples. I moved to sit on the edge of the bed facing her and the window and as she turned to face me she asked. "Now?" she asked.
I simply nodded, and with that her hips continuing the rhythmic movements, she walked the two steps to me and turned with her beautiful tight athletic ass inches from my face. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Unzip me please." My long red fingernails found the zipper on her skirt and slide it down slowly. I rubbed my hands over her perfect ass and she began to sway again as she stepped forward the two steps back to the window. With one more shake of her hips, the skirt slide down all the way to the floor exposing her magnificently toned ass and thighs. She took a step backward toward me, placing her ass just out of my reach and then with her legs spread wide, she slowly deliberately bent at the waist until her fingers were on the floor pretending to pick up her skirt. She looked back at me between her legs and saw the sight of me, naked except for my pumps, beginning to finger my wet pussy.
This position gave me the first intoxicating look at her beautiful ass up close, just out of my reach. The dark hairs along her inner thighs were highlighted by the light coming through the window and the erotic line of dark curly hair that traced its way from her pussy up between the perfectly formed cheeks of her ass was begging for my tongue. She picked up her skirt and turned as she folded it neatly and placed it on the desk. Her slow sensuous dancing began again and she moved back close to the window. She pressed her naked ass against the window and slowly rubbed against the smooth cold glass. She turned again and again as if in slow motion giving me and the travelers in the terminal alternating views of the gorgeous round tight ass and huge black mound of hair covering her pussy.
After a few more minutes of this teasing she stepped up close to me at the bed, turning her back to me and again spreading her legs wide, she bent at the hips. Her ass was now less than a foot from my face and I could clearly see that the beautiful black nest of hair between her legs was beginning to actually drip with the wetness flowing from her pussy. She stroked her pink fingernails through the hair and pulled it slowly. "See what you are doing to me?" she said in her amazingly sexy Italian accent and then sucking on each finger, she stepped back to the window to continue her show for me and the terminal. She faced the window and gripped the bottom of her tight sweater raising it slowly stopping just before her beautiful round breasts would have fallen from it. Holding the sweater there, she turned to face me and very, very slowly slid it higher and higher until her breasts finally fell free. I got the first glimpse of her long hard nipples, each of which held a large silver barbell in its piercing and each of which had more than a few long curly dark hairs in a halo surrounding it. All I could think was how badly I wanted to suck them into my mouth. The sweater was off over her head in another couple of seconds and again standing at the desk she neatly folded it and placed it there. Dancing across the room with her hands held high over her head I got the full view of the beautiful lady. Her breasts swayed gently as she danced and twirled in front of me. The tufts of dark curly hair under each arm now glistening and an occasional droplet of perspiration ran down below them as she danced. She danced close and I got a view of the wide band of hair that climbed all the way to her navel after escaping the huge long mound at her pussy. It traced a line up and around each side of her navel and up onto her flat toned abs which were so wonderfully defined from years of athletic training with this line of hair being an amazingly sexy accent to them.
I stood and now, both naked, I took her by the hand and led her back to the window where we danced. Our naked bodies grinding against one another, we would occasionally give a quick wave to the voyeuristic travelers who stopped and watched from the terminal. I was so ready to have my way with Sofia and after a few more minutes of dancing I asked her to sit in the desk chair, which I placed in full view of the windows. She sat and I immediately raised her arms over her head. I could smell the wonderful muskiness as soon as her arms left her side and my nose was instantly buried in the wet wonderful thick tuft of hair in her right armpit. Another second later, my tongue also found the salty wetness there and she gasped and moaned loudly. With the same passion I had attacked her pussy just an hour earlier in the airline club bathroom, I dove into the curly hair-lined heaven that was her armpit. Sofia squirmed and moaned and I held tight to both of her arms. She was grinding her legs together trying desperately to pleasure herself too and began to beg for my tongue on her pussy.
My assault of her armpits continued until they were both dripping with my saliva and her sweat but finally I decided to give her what she wanted. I stopped abruptly and walked away to the bed. I laid on my back, my face near the foot of the bed and as she followed to the bed I said, "Smother me with that beautiful hairy pussy, Darling. Ride my tongue and orgasm as many time as you can, please." Standing at the foot of the bed wearing only her black leather boots, she answered the challenge and lowered her dripping wetness over my face. At first she was only close enough to allow her penis-like clit to reach my lips and I sucked its full length into my mouth. She gently stroked her clit into my mouth a few times and then began to grind harder and harder on my tongue. Her first orgasm came and went quickly, but afterwards her speed increased. I was in heaven with her long curly black hair completely covering my face and the hair on her inner thighs stroking the sides of my face too. The intense sweet snd salty taste of her pussy was all but pouring into my mouth. With each subsequent orgasm her clit grew harder and longer and she clamped her legs more and more tightly together on the sides of my head for the duration go her spasms. Her athletic thighs were crushing my head for what felt like an eternity before releasing and restarting her tongue ride. It was after her fourth orgasm in less than twenty minutes that she rose off of my face.
She laid over me, kissing me deeply and passionately, savoring each detail of the wonderful wetness she had deposited on my face. Grinding against my leg, she slid up and down my thigh repeatedly teasing her wet hairy pussy against my smooth skin. Spreading my legs she began to grind her pussy against mine. The sight of her bush covering both her and my pussy was delicious and the soft wetness of her fur on my hairless pussy had me quivering. Spreading her legs too, we scissored together with her huge clit pressed against mine. I was outside my body looking back at this beautiful sight as I felt the warm wet pressure on my mound and heard the sound of our wetness joining. She opened her legs more and then wrapped them around my leg as she sped up her pussy on pussy attack. Her endurance was superhuman and over the next half hour we both orgasmed twice. Both bodies drenched in sweat, she finally collapsed over me and relaxed as I held her tightly against my soft, curvy, naked, exhausted body.
I was so satisfied that I could have just slept right through to morning, but how could I waste even one second with this wonderfully sexy lady in my bed? So once room service was ordered, I led my perfect new lover to the huge walk-in shower. If there is anything I love more than showering another woman's body I cannot imagine what it could be. The warm water pouring over our bodes was simply intoxicating and remarkable refreshing. We ended our shower only when room service knocked on the door.
Sofia stepped out of the shower, her perfect naked body glistening and dripping, she strode straight to the door and opened it. I stood, also naked, in the door of the bathroom and watched as she then walked across the room to the large windows. "Here, set up dinner here," she said. The young man dutifully rolled the cart across the room with his eyes fixed on my beautiful lover. She grinned as she lightly brushed against his arm as she passed him to return to the door of the bathroom and to my side. She pressed herself against me and deeply passionately kissed me. The young man repeatedly glanced over his shoulder at us as his trembling hands made ready our dinner.
He eventually turned and raised the bill. "I need a signature? ah, please?" I motioned him across the room and reached over Sofia's shoulder to take the bill. He was inches away from her naked back as I signed, adding a very generous tip and handed him back the bill. "Thank you Ma'am, ah Ma'am's. Enjoy your dinner." As he backed away, Sofia fell to her knees and buried her tongue again in my now wet pussy. The young man backed out of the room very slowly and finally I heard the door close behind him. Even with the pleasure of the warm tongue between the folds of my labia, I had to insist that we have dinner.
We dined naked next to windows overlooking the terminal with the lights of the room insuring we were fully visible to any voyeur who chose to look our way. Dinner was delicious and with a bottle of wine also enjoyed to its fullest we moved back to the bed and dimmed the lights. The next hour was tender, gentle and wonderfully sensual. Kissing my beautiful Sofia endless was like a dream. We did slowly and tenderly provide one another one more climax but it was the most intimate lovemaking I had ever experienced with another woman.
We slept in one another's arms and I awoke to her soft kisses on my bare breasts. "We only have a a few minutes," she whispered, "we overslept a bit." I pulled her up my body and breast to breast we kissed for the rest of our time together.
Quick showers and we dressed for the day. Sofia did allow me to worship her beautiful feet and toes one last time as I slid them into her boots and sadly zipped each one over her calves.
Hand in hand we strode through the airport, taking each opportunity to kiss much too passionately for public display. At Sofia's gate we took advantage of every last moment to cuddle and kiss before she boarded her plane for New Orleans and I hurried to my gate as well.
I have not seen Sophia again but we still correspond regularly. Unfortunately COVID 19 forced cancellation of our rendezvous plans in Rome this summer. Maybe next year?
That was when I noticed someone preparing to take a seat in the chair to my left. She was a tall brunette probably in her mid 30s. Like me she looked like she had been traveling all day and needed some pampering as much as I did. She was wearing a cute tight black skirt a few inches above her knees, tight sleeveless yellow sweater, black leather jacket and black leather boots just below her knees. She shuffled around to get her jacket and tote situated and then sat down and unzipped her boots. Trying to be discreet but still very interested, I watched as first her left and then her right foot came out of her boots. I was a bit surprised that she was not wearing any socks but very pleased so see that she had truly beautiful legs and feet. Her calves were very muscular, but still so feminine, perfect tiny ankles and long, wide beautiful feet. My best guess was a size 8. She moved her boots to the side of her chair and very close to my chair and eased her feet into the footbath.
The aroma of her boots hit me a few seconds later. Very strong, very sweet, very raw, it was delicious. The combination of the warm leather and the natural fragrance of feet trapped inside that leather for hour after hour was an erotic symphony for my nose. This was the moment I also felt the first tingle of warmth between my thighs. I looked her boots over a bit better now. Five inch heels, side zipper, obviously high quality full grain leather and now that I could see the inside too, very well worn. I leaned over toward her, partly to get a better whiff of those boots, but also to compliment her. "I love your boots," I said.
She turned and smiled and in a strong Italian accent said, "Thank you. I am glad to take them off, my feet are very tired."
"Mine too," I replied and reaching out my hand toward her, I said, "I am Misty, nice to meet you."
She also extended her hand toward mine and said, "I am Sofia, nice to meet you too." We grasped hands for just a few seconds and she smiled a very kind smile as she looked into my eyes while our hands were clasped.
She was a strikingly beautiful woman, blue eyes, short curly dark brown hair, minimal makeup, but lovely eyelashes and just a touch of color on her lips. With her arm extended toward me, a very large and very dark tuft of long thick curly hair was obvious in her armpit. We chit chatted a while about our travel problems and our current situation. She was on her way to New Orleans for a medical convention.
We sat back to enjoy the massage chairs and foot pampering, but I continued to discretely enjoy every detail of my new friend Sofia. The vibration of the massage chair caused just enough movement of Sofia's body to let me see that she was braless. Her athletic frame and near perfect muscle tone held her full C cup breasts beautifully aloft. The cool air of the spa or the movement of her breasts against her sweater was enough to cause her nipples to react and become hard enough to strain against the fabric of the sweater. As her pedicurist massaged her legs and feet the hair on her lower legs became more obvious. I have shaved my armpits and legs every day since I was 10 years old and shaved or waxed my pussy since I was 19, so hairy legs and armpits were not my style, but on this Italian beauty, it was deliciously sexy and very exciting. The warm tingle between my thighs was constant now. We continued to chat throughout our pedis and when I complimented her on her lovely legs, I learned she had been an elite athlete who had qualified for the Olympics in the hurdles but was injured before she could compete. She now trained as a powerlifter and bulging shape of her quadriceps and glutes left me no doubt she was exceptionally strong.
Our pedicures finished about the same time, both with shades of red on our toenails. With our spa slippers in place, I took my chance to ask her, "Would you like to get a drink, maybe a bite to eat?"
"That sounds great," was her reply. We both paid and tipped our pedicurists, gathered bags, jackets, her boots and my pumps and I led the way to the airline club. It's a very short walk to the club and in five minutes we were sittling into two chairs at right angles to one another in a less busy corner of the club. Wine was quickly ordered and we both rested our freshly pampered bare feet on the same ottoman, just inches from one another. Our wine arrived and I offered a toast to freshly pedicured toes and new airport friends and Sofia added, "Very beautiful airport friends with very sexy feet."
I was only slightly surprised by her comment, but I had definitely hoped I was reading her signals correctly ever since we started talking in the spa. As we both raised our glasses, I also felt her toes rubbing against the side of my foot. "The wine is very nice, and that feels great too," I said.
"The wine is nice and I am so glad you like because I think you are lovely." I returned the affection stroking my toes over her feet as well and up the side of her leg as far as her muscular calf. "It is tragic we will both be on different planes so soon," she said.
"I was thinking the same thing," was my reply. I excused myself to go to the restroom and on the way ordered more wine for us both.
When I returned to our seats, Sofia had relocated to a small sofa along with our bags. She was sitting with her feet on the ottoman again. "Sit next to me, I am chilly so I got us blankets too," she said patting the sofa next to her. I sat and put my feet next to hers on the ottoman and she slid very close to me as she covered us with the blankets. She began stroking my feet with her toes again and then slipped her hand under the blanket. I silently sipped my wine and then felt her hand stroke along the top of my soft round thigh. My slacks were thin enough to enjoy her touch almost like there was nothing between her fingertips and my skin. She smiled at me and looking me in the eye whispered, "Is this ok?" I only nodded my head slightly and she continued. She stroked a couple of times along the top of my thigh and then with her fingertips at my knee she slid her hand to the inside of my thigh. Very, very slowly she slid her fingers up my inner thigh. I lifted my leg closest to her and placed it over her legs, spreading my thighs for this gorgeous lady who was a stranger just an hour ago. Still hidden by the blanket her fingers finally reached my pussy and she began very slightly, descreetly stroking me through the fabric of my slacks. This crazy travel day had certainly taken a delicious twist and the tingle had now become a wetness between my thighs.
Our wine glasses were both empty at the same time and just as we each sat them down, the waiter arrived with full glasses. He traded out full glasses for empty ones just two feet from us as my new friend stroked my pussy under the cover of the blanket. I ordered the next round before he left and then as we sipped our wine my phone buzzed. Fearing it was another delay I checked it. It was not just a delay, my flight was cancelled instead. I told Sofia that I was going to be spending the night in DFW and dialed my company's travel desk as he continued with her delightful touch. Our travel agent quickly had me booked on an 11:00 am flight home the next day (because I don't do early flights) and I had a room in the Grand Hyatt attached to the airport for the night.
We finished our wine and I was not ready for this to end, so I led Sofia to the ladies' room. We both primped a bit in the mirror until the one other lady in the restroom left and then I almost d**g her into a stall. The stalls were very private and big enough for us to both easily fit. I immediately kissed her, forcing my tongue between her lips savoring the sweetness of the wine and the delicious fullness of her eager mouth. My hand was instantly under her skirt and my fingers buried in the thickest longest hair I had ever felt on any woman or man. Her entire bush was soaking wet and it dawned on me that there were no panties in the way either. My fingers stroked between her thighs and zeroed in on her full long labia and huge swollen clit. I broke away from our kiss and she was reading my mind as she lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her muscular thighs and raised one of her perfect athletic legs to rest her bare foot on the handicap rail in the stall. Falling to my knees, my tongue sought out the source of this amazingly wet mound of pubic hair. Her scent was so sexy and the taste was perfection. My tongue hit her clit and I realized it truly was huge, as big around as one of my fingers and close to two inches long. Just above it was a large steel ring and bead in her hood which did not even begin to cover her massive clit. Quickly she gripped the back of my head forcing my tongue into her pussy. The mound of hair extended down the inside of each of her thighs and my face was engulfed in the forest of long black wet curls. Hungrily, eagerly, desperately I licked and kissed her pussy. All too quickly, I felt her tensing and silently she started thrusting her hips against my tongue as she forced my face against her. Her orgasm was obviously very intense but somehow she remained totally silent. She released my head and as she lowered her leg, she lifted me to my feet. Her kiss was so tender as she carefully cleaned every last taste of her pussy from my face.
"Oh my, I must go, I will miss my flight," she said after she realized that time had gotten away from us. We straightened our clothes and then hand in hand we left the stall together. We met some very judgmental looks from the other women in the restroom, but after a long tender kiss, we straightened our hair in the mirror and walked hand and hand back into the club.
Sofia sat down to put on her boots and I knelt to help. Her legs were open just wide enough to give only me a glimpse of the long dark hair still wet from my tongue. Now inches away, the scent from pussy and her boots was more than I could resist and before I slipped her foot inside the first boot, I raised a it to my nose and took a very long deep breath. When I opened my eyes, Sofia was smiling down at me. "You are a very naughty girl, Misty," she said.
"Yes I am," was my only reply as I slipped her foot in her boot and zipped it up for her.
With my own pumps back on and our bags gathered we started the walk to her gate trading contact information as we walked. She wrapped her arm around me on the Skylink train like two long time lovers who were about to start a long separation. We made our way down the escalator to her gate with her hand stoking my back and occasionally gripping my large, round, soft ass. It was just a few minutes from her boarding time so we found a spot along the wall to say our last goodbyes. Like two school k**s who could not take their hands off one another, she pressed me to the wall and I held her tightly in my arms as we talked. We tried to quickly plan how we could meet again before she went back to Italy and we promised to stay in contact. We took a wonderfully cute selfie, both of us looking like we had been traveling all day or longer and had also just had sex in a restroom.
We were sharing what I was sure would actually be our last kiss when the gate agent started to make an announcement. "Passengers on flight 654 to New Orleans. The weather in the New Orleans area has deteriorated more and we will not be able to get you to New Orleans until tomorrow. If you will form a line here at the desk we will begin to rebook you."
I just started laughing and grabbed her hand. I almost dragging her back toward the escalator. "Wait, wait, I must rebook my fight," she said.
"No, we will do it in the club on the way to the hotel," We were in and out of the club in just a few minutes and Sofia was rebooked for a 10:45 AM flight to New Orleans. We were checking into the hotel 10 minutes later.
Part 2
We barely had the hotel door closed before we were locked in a long passionate kiss. My new friend Sofia was even more horny than I imagined and she was all but ripping my clothes off as we stumbled toward the bed. My blouse hit the floor followed shortly by my bra. I stepped out of my pumps and unzipped my slacks. Sofia pushed me backward onto the bed and was immediately pulling down my pants. I was squirming my way further onto the bed when she grabbed the sides of my panties and roughly pulled them down in one motion. She paused just long enough to retrieve my pumps and after a soft kiss on each of my soles, she slipped my feet back into my shoes. Her gentleness ended with that and she roughly forced my knees up toward to my massive boobs and buried her face in my hairless wet pussy.
Her skills were incredible as her tongue and fingers ravished my glistening womanhood. Again and again she sucked in my hard clit and stroked her long thin fingers deep between my labia driving me quickly to the brink of a huge release. She sensed that and lowered her intensity to keep me just on the edge of paradise. My legs were quivering and I was whimpering softly when after what seemed like an eternity I gripped her head and began to beg her to make me cum. I begged and begged, but she continued to hold me on the verge of explosion. Finally when I was certain that the volume of my cries and begging was disturbing the entire floor of the hotel, she increased her pressure ever so slightly. I exploded in a huge, long, shaking, screaming orgasm which gripped me and held me in its swirling throbbing passion for minutes. Sofia was magically teasing my pussy so skillfully and now I simply could not stop cumming. I have no idea how long I was in the throes of my orgasm but I can easily say I have never experienced one like it in my life. She finally let me relax and my quivering body went completely limp.
When she had started undressing me, I had plans to get my mouth and hands all over her body and the beautiful hair adoring it, but now I was struggling to even raise my head. Sofia moved from between my legs and up to my side. She leaned in and gave me a very tender kiss. "Are you alright Misty?" she asked in her intensely sexy Italian accent.
"I am amazingly well. Thanks to you Sofia," I said. She laid next to me stroking my hair and kissing me gently as I recovered. Our kissing slowly intensified and after a few minutes I whispered, "I want to watch you undress for me please."
"As you wish," she said as she slide from the bed.
She reached for the bottom of her tight sweater but I quickly stopped her. "Not there," I said. "Over there, please," I said as I hit the remote button which opened the room darkening shades, and I pointed to the floor-to-ceiling windows which faced the busy terminal of DFW.
She grinned that grin of a woman who had just been told to do something they would have done without being asked, and said, "You are a very naughty girl, Misty." She slowly crossed the room and stopped in front of the windows. I looked past her and could clearly see the travelers in the crowded terminal just one floor below and less than a hundred feet from us. She looked out the window and watched the people for a few moments as I found a music station on the television and it started playing a slow blusey tune.
When she heard the music her hips began to sway slowly and then her movements became more and more erotic. Her hands were tracing the perfect outline of her hips and gently over the tight fabric of her sweater which strained to contain her full breasts and hard nipples. I moved to sit on the edge of the bed facing her and the window and as she turned to face me she asked. "Now?" she asked.
I simply nodded, and with that her hips continuing the rhythmic movements, she walked the two steps to me and turned with her beautiful tight athletic ass inches from my face. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Unzip me please." My long red fingernails found the zipper on her skirt and slide it down slowly. I rubbed my hands over her perfect ass and she began to sway again as she stepped forward the two steps back to the window. With one more shake of her hips, the skirt slide down all the way to the floor exposing her magnificently toned ass and thighs. She took a step backward toward me, placing her ass just out of my reach and then with her legs spread wide, she slowly deliberately bent at the waist until her fingers were on the floor pretending to pick up her skirt. She looked back at me between her legs and saw the sight of me, naked except for my pumps, beginning to finger my wet pussy.
This position gave me the first intoxicating look at her beautiful ass up close, just out of my reach. The dark hairs along her inner thighs were highlighted by the light coming through the window and the erotic line of dark curly hair that traced its way from her pussy up between the perfectly formed cheeks of her ass was begging for my tongue. She picked up her skirt and turned as she folded it neatly and placed it on the desk. Her slow sensuous dancing began again and she moved back close to the window. She pressed her naked ass against the window and slowly rubbed against the smooth cold glass. She turned again and again as if in slow motion giving me and the travelers in the terminal alternating views of the gorgeous round tight ass and huge black mound of hair covering her pussy.
After a few more minutes of this teasing she stepped up close to me at the bed, turning her back to me and again spreading her legs wide, she bent at the hips. Her ass was now less than a foot from my face and I could clearly see that the beautiful black nest of hair between her legs was beginning to actually drip with the wetness flowing from her pussy. She stroked her pink fingernails through the hair and pulled it slowly. "See what you are doing to me?" she said in her amazingly sexy Italian accent and then sucking on each finger, she stepped back to the window to continue her show for me and the terminal. She faced the window and gripped the bottom of her tight sweater raising it slowly stopping just before her beautiful round breasts would have fallen from it. Holding the sweater there, she turned to face me and very, very slowly slid it higher and higher until her breasts finally fell free. I got the first glimpse of her long hard nipples, each of which held a large silver barbell in its piercing and each of which had more than a few long curly dark hairs in a halo surrounding it. All I could think was how badly I wanted to suck them into my mouth. The sweater was off over her head in another couple of seconds and again standing at the desk she neatly folded it and placed it there. Dancing across the room with her hands held high over her head I got the full view of the beautiful lady. Her breasts swayed gently as she danced and twirled in front of me. The tufts of dark curly hair under each arm now glistening and an occasional droplet of perspiration ran down below them as she danced. She danced close and I got a view of the wide band of hair that climbed all the way to her navel after escaping the huge long mound at her pussy. It traced a line up and around each side of her navel and up onto her flat toned abs which were so wonderfully defined from years of athletic training with this line of hair being an amazingly sexy accent to them.
I stood and now, both naked, I took her by the hand and led her back to the window where we danced. Our naked bodies grinding against one another, we would occasionally give a quick wave to the voyeuristic travelers who stopped and watched from the terminal. I was so ready to have my way with Sofia and after a few more minutes of dancing I asked her to sit in the desk chair, which I placed in full view of the windows. She sat and I immediately raised her arms over her head. I could smell the wonderful muskiness as soon as her arms left her side and my nose was instantly buried in the wet wonderful thick tuft of hair in her right armpit. Another second later, my tongue also found the salty wetness there and she gasped and moaned loudly. With the same passion I had attacked her pussy just an hour earlier in the airline club bathroom, I dove into the curly hair-lined heaven that was her armpit. Sofia squirmed and moaned and I held tight to both of her arms. She was grinding her legs together trying desperately to pleasure herself too and began to beg for my tongue on her pussy.
My assault of her armpits continued until they were both dripping with my saliva and her sweat but finally I decided to give her what she wanted. I stopped abruptly and walked away to the bed. I laid on my back, my face near the foot of the bed and as she followed to the bed I said, "Smother me with that beautiful hairy pussy, Darling. Ride my tongue and orgasm as many time as you can, please." Standing at the foot of the bed wearing only her black leather boots, she answered the challenge and lowered her dripping wetness over my face. At first she was only close enough to allow her penis-like clit to reach my lips and I sucked its full length into my mouth. She gently stroked her clit into my mouth a few times and then began to grind harder and harder on my tongue. Her first orgasm came and went quickly, but afterwards her speed increased. I was in heaven with her long curly black hair completely covering my face and the hair on her inner thighs stroking the sides of my face too. The intense sweet snd salty taste of her pussy was all but pouring into my mouth. With each subsequent orgasm her clit grew harder and longer and she clamped her legs more and more tightly together on the sides of my head for the duration go her spasms. Her athletic thighs were crushing my head for what felt like an eternity before releasing and restarting her tongue ride. It was after her fourth orgasm in less than twenty minutes that she rose off of my face.
She laid over me, kissing me deeply and passionately, savoring each detail of the wonderful wetness she had deposited on my face. Grinding against my leg, she slid up and down my thigh repeatedly teasing her wet hairy pussy against my smooth skin. Spreading my legs she began to grind her pussy against mine. The sight of her bush covering both her and my pussy was delicious and the soft wetness of her fur on my hairless pussy had me quivering. Spreading her legs too, we scissored together with her huge clit pressed against mine. I was outside my body looking back at this beautiful sight as I felt the warm wet pressure on my mound and heard the sound of our wetness joining. She opened her legs more and then wrapped them around my leg as she sped up her pussy on pussy attack. Her endurance was superhuman and over the next half hour we both orgasmed twice. Both bodies drenched in sweat, she finally collapsed over me and relaxed as I held her tightly against my soft, curvy, naked, exhausted body.
I was so satisfied that I could have just slept right through to morning, but how could I waste even one second with this wonderfully sexy lady in my bed? So once room service was ordered, I led my perfect new lover to the huge walk-in shower. If there is anything I love more than showering another woman's body I cannot imagine what it could be. The warm water pouring over our bodes was simply intoxicating and remarkable refreshing. We ended our shower only when room service knocked on the door.
Sofia stepped out of the shower, her perfect naked body glistening and dripping, she strode straight to the door and opened it. I stood, also naked, in the door of the bathroom and watched as she then walked across the room to the large windows. "Here, set up dinner here," she said. The young man dutifully rolled the cart across the room with his eyes fixed on my beautiful lover. She grinned as she lightly brushed against his arm as she passed him to return to the door of the bathroom and to my side. She pressed herself against me and deeply passionately kissed me. The young man repeatedly glanced over his shoulder at us as his trembling hands made ready our dinner.
He eventually turned and raised the bill. "I need a signature? ah, please?" I motioned him across the room and reached over Sofia's shoulder to take the bill. He was inches away from her naked back as I signed, adding a very generous tip and handed him back the bill. "Thank you Ma'am, ah Ma'am's. Enjoy your dinner." As he backed away, Sofia fell to her knees and buried her tongue again in my now wet pussy. The young man backed out of the room very slowly and finally I heard the door close behind him. Even with the pleasure of the warm tongue between the folds of my labia, I had to insist that we have dinner.
We dined naked next to windows overlooking the terminal with the lights of the room insuring we were fully visible to any voyeur who chose to look our way. Dinner was delicious and with a bottle of wine also enjoyed to its fullest we moved back to the bed and dimmed the lights. The next hour was tender, gentle and wonderfully sensual. Kissing my beautiful Sofia endless was like a dream. We did slowly and tenderly provide one another one more climax but it was the most intimate lovemaking I had ever experienced with another woman.
We slept in one another's arms and I awoke to her soft kisses on my bare breasts. "We only have a a few minutes," she whispered, "we overslept a bit." I pulled her up my body and breast to breast we kissed for the rest of our time together.
Quick showers and we dressed for the day. Sofia did allow me to worship her beautiful feet and toes one last time as I slid them into her boots and sadly zipped each one over her calves.
Hand in hand we strode through the airport, taking each opportunity to kiss much too passionately for public display. At Sofia's gate we took advantage of every last moment to cuddle and kiss before she boarded her plane for New Orleans and I hurried to my gate as well.
I have not seen Sophia again but we still correspond regularly. Unfortunately COVID 19 forced cancellation of our rendezvous plans in Rome this summer. Maybe next year?
Clover
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