GETTING FUCKED ON MY LAYOVER
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A Long Layover At The Airport free porn video
There was not a decent beer insight at the bar. Under domestics, they carried Kokannee, Bud, and Bud Light. To be clear, I’m a reasonably young white dude who likes his malt and hops craft. Begrudgingly, I took my free bud and began an oh-so ritualistic flip through my phone. Nothing new on Reddit, Facebook, Instagram or new messages. Typical. But – when I looked up from my tiny computer screen, I contacted a set of piercing green eyes and deep blonde hair.
“May I… help you?” I asked the mass in front of myself, who was growing more appealing by the second. She was clearly around my age. Recognition flashed through my brain, but I couldn’t tell why. A quick, non-discrete up-and-down glance told me lots about where she put her considerable priorities. In hand, she had a mixed drink, red in hue, and it clearly was not her first.
“You’re on that LA flight that was delayed too, huh?” Her voice poured out between sips of her drink.
“Yeah, how did you know?” I said.
“No-one but us got those free drink tickets… and I managed to get ten!”
“Excuse me? How?”
“LetsjussayI’mfriendswiththesteward”
“Friends with the steward?”
“Well, more like acquaintances” I took a long sip of my Bud. Something was off.
“Acquaintances?” I said. She grinned mischievously, “Can you keep a secret?” Before I could respond she sidled her body against mine. There was the faintest smell of alcohol on her breath. And then, she whispered,
“I flashed my tits for him”
Ah.
“Why, sorry, do you want me to know your secret?” I asked. Suddenly, her expression changed to pouty.
“You’re going to keep it, right?”
“Of course! I just want to know why you’re telling me this.”
“Because, silly, you’re going to get us each a shot!” Handing me her two remaining vouchers, she slipped towards a table. I didn’t waste time getting the shots. Burt Reynolds is my favourite, but I vetoed it for some mid-shelf tequila. Returning to her table, where this mystery lady was dabbing on lipstick, I got a better look at her. She was tall and slender, with a divine hourglass shape. Her bosom rested kindly on the table, and the arch in her back caused her behind to protrude, but whether intentionally or not, I was unsure. Dressed in black heels and a striped jumpsuit, she looked more like she should be clubbing rather than getting on a plane. She squealed when she saw me with the two rocks glasses.
“OMG, you didn’t run off!” She grasped outwards and took one glass from me. In a quick, surprising motion, she also lept from the barstool and kissed me on the cheek. Her lips were soft, and I felt bashful. It wasn’t every day a caramel blonde whose name you don’t even know… wait, I realized I hadn’t even asked for her name!
“Course I didn’t, Miss…”
“Rachel! And good choice, I lo-uh-OVE tequila, Mister…”
“Drew. I thought you might. Do we know each other from somewhere? You look familiar.”
“I don’t think we do! But we’re going to know each other very well very soon. I saw you and decided I HAD to meet you!” Her bubbly personality threw exclamation and passion into every sentence she said. The next few hours flew by and we were both smashed by the time we had ‘gotten to know each other’. We wandered out of the bar at about 1:00 AM with arms around each other, my hand cupping her supple ass. During our conversation, I had learned that Rachel was 18, from the States, and here in Canada visiting family, and not legally allowed to drink anywhere but up here. She also revealed that she saw me on the initial flight and thought I was cute.
What a whirlwind.
The airport was surprisingly quiet, and Rachel was feeling feisty. She said she knew of an empty terminal where we could settle in for the night. Both heart and erection pounding, we wandered past security guards and unattended luggage and finally found ourselves at Gate #8, which, as Rachel said, was firmly out of the way of any prying eyes.
“Finally,” she murmured.
“So… what now?” I asked. Her mischievous grin came back.
“Now… You do what you want with me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. Taking the lead, I grabbed her hand and lead her onto one of the couches. The alcohol buzz enhanced sensation beautifully. Before I knew it, she was on top of me, rocking her hips back and forth on my groin. She leaned down and our lips locked. For some 18-year-old, she could kiss. Like before, her lips were soft and parted in a way that made every part of my body tingle. My cock strained against my pants and pushed against her rounded ass. Grinding against me, she brought my palms confidently to her chest and let me grope her C-cup breasts. That flight attendant may have had a lucky break, but I’m having a better night.
Finding her nipples, Rachel let out a soft moan. Paying attention to nipples was my personal favourite. Expertly moving my hand under her cropped jumpsuit, I reached back and unclasped her bra. Then, pushing her clothing downwards, her breasts stared me right in my face. Looking Rachel in her dazzling green eyes, I softly plucked her budding nipples, ensuring their firmness and her pleasure. In response, Rachel closed her eyes and wrapped her delicate hands around my wrist, increasing her grinding. Silently demanding moans, I increased pressure on her nipples, throwing in various groping techniques, before bringing my mouth onto her chest and sucking on her large boobs.
“Oh my GOD DREW, You are good at this,” she moaned.
“I’m glad you like it. Before I fuck you senseless, is there anything else I can do?” I asked, coyly.
“Choke me… Can I call you Daddy?”
“Of course, Princess,” I replied, wrapping my fingers around her throat. How did she share my biggest kink?
“Oh,” Rachel breathed deeply, “Fuck, Daddy! How can your little girl make you happy?” Her voice came out a strained whisper, against my intense grip.
“Baby, you need to take Daddy’s cock in your mouth,” All of my porn-watching was finally paying off, in an unexpected fashion. Rachel quickly got down from my lap and between my legs. Snaking her hand up my pants, she arrived at my throbbing 7” erection.
“I can’t believe I’m about to suck my Daddy’s cock,” she beamed and took my pants down. ‘Daddy’s’ dick fell forwards at her. Her petite mouth engulfed it and my crotch was covered by her soft blonde hair. I bunched it in my hand and pulled it back, just in time for her to stop pussyfooting around and start deep throating my cock. Impressively, with the consistency and lack of teeth, her mouth felt almost like a vagina. I cautiously rocked my hips, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. Annoyingly, I felt cum rising from my balls. Thrusting downwards, I removed my cock from her mouth. Rachel looked at me, a vision of delight changed to confusion.
“Darling, you’re really too good at that. And if you kept it up, Daddy would cum in your mouth, and I want to cum in your pussy,” my words changed her expression to one of excitement.
“I’m on the pill.”
Her jumpsuit and panties flew off, and suddenly I was looking down at Rachel’s gorgeous, 18-year old body laying on the couch, my cock throbbing, ready for entry.
“Daddy, wait!”
“What is it, baby?”
“I’ve never been fucked before.”
“Ever? Not even by the boys at school?”
“I’ve sucked their dicks but never fucked them! I’ve been saving myself… for you,” she said, gazing at me and dropping the roleplay. For some reason, I felt like I had known this young woman for a lot longer than these past few hours.
“I’ll go slow, okay, Ray?” She nodded, biting her lip, and we held each other’s forearms as I lowered my cock towards her sweet-smelling entrance. Pulsating with excitement, I broached her pussy lips, teasing the head of my cock against her inner labia.
“I can’t wait any longer, I need your cock.”
I pushed softly and her soaking vagina pressurized as my cock slid inside. Her pussy was tight and full of positive resistance. Bearing over her beautiful, voluptuous body, I leveraged myself to break past her hymen and fully take her. A soft moan delightfully charged: with a dopamine rush slamming into our brains. Oxytocin flowed through our bodies as we connected as intimately as we could. Were we making love or fucking? I shook my hips back and forth slowly, guaranteeing each part of her pussy felt my cock fall against it. My adrenaline rose as the motion increased in power, a soft fucking became a hard pounding, and Rachel responded in kind – pushing her hips into my cock. I saw her eyes roll back into her head. She moaned louder, soft "daddy's", escaping her lips, and I became aware of an acute fear of airport security catching us. We were fucking in public after all. I clamped my hand down over her mouth, taking control of her, and continued to lay into her tensing body. She clearly enjoyed me dominating her body. Her eyes opened and locked with mine, her tits jiggled with each thrust, and I could tell she was coming close to orgasm. Her muscles and pussy were tightening around my cock, and she took my hand away.
"Don't stop Daddy, oh GOD, don't stop, fuck me faster," Her voice was a harsh whisper.
"Fuck baby, Ray, darling, honey, I'm going to cum inside you," I said.
Picking up my pace I once again felt the sensation of cum rising through my shaft.
“Oh, Daddy…” She sighed, and then, her pussy flooded as her body shook in orgasm. At that moment, I knew I couldn’t contain myself either. Sticky, hot cum shot in ropes into her pussy and I nearly fell over. Slowing my thrusts down, I made sure my cum was deep inside her.
After we had back into our clothing, we wandered a terminal over and fell asleep there.
In the morning, we decided we had to sit together on the plane.
To be continued? -->
Trisha
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