A 'Red-Eye' Flight for the Ages

'Sometimes that can be the most frustrating experience,' I grumbled to myself as I sat on the cold gray-painted steel bench tying my shoelaces just beyond the TSA check-in line At Dulles Airport.

Trying to get to a flight on time has always been a challenge for me as I often push the limits on arriving at the airport as late as possible. The reason for this is because I'm not a fan of airports. I believe they are a necessary evil, but that doesn't make me enjoy them. Honestly, I don't care for traveling much at all for any reason, but my job requires me to travel from my home outside Baltimore to Los Angeles a few times a year to "check in" at headquarters. Outside of these trips I work from home and don't have a lot of motivation to travel anywhere for anything.

Having made this trip several times over the last year, I started getting smarter after learning the hard way -- I enjoy sipping on a good caramel latte to relax while I sit in my seat in the waiting area, so I order ahead on my mobile app to have it ready when I arrive near my gate, saving me from having to stand in a long line. This trip was no different, but as I hurriedly approached the counter and grabbed my cup off the mobile order shelf, I turned and ran directly into a woman who was reaching for her cup as I attempted to exit. We surprised each other and some of my coffee splashed onto my black t-shirt.

"I am so sorry" were the first words out of my mouth as I stumbled backward in a vain attempt to protect my hot drink. In an instant she realized the coffee splashed across my shirt and began to apologize profusely.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so clumsy. Here, let me get you a napkin," she replied. It was obvious she was embarrassed and genuinely apologetic.

She grabbed a wad of napkins off the shelf nearby and began pressing them against my chest in a vain attempt to dry the spill, which had already soaked into the cotton. Since the shirt was black, no harm was done that concerned me, but I did find humor in this woman, whom I had never met, patting my chest and apologizing repeatedly.

After I gathered my thoughts, I told her it was not a problem, and I appreciated her help. That is when she looked up at me and left me momentarily speechless. She had beautiful dirty blonde hair that was in long, wavy curls, which appeared to be natural. I estimated she was likely a few years younger than me with an attractive figure and a bright smile. However, it was her eyes that pulled me in. They were a light blue color that were mesmerizing to gaze into. I had no idea whether they were her real color eyes or contacts, but regardless, it was hard not to stare.

She finally stopped patting me when she realized she wasn't helping and smiled with rosy cheeks, evidently embarrassed by our collision. I must have been at least six inches taller than her, so she looked up at me and said, "I didn't even see you there. I really am sorry. Can I buy you another one?" I could tell the offer was genuine.

"I appreciate the offer, but I'm good," I replied.

Man, her eyes were so pretty. I couldn't stop staring.

"I feel terrible, are you sure I can't pay you back?"

"Your very kind, but I really am fine," I said, as I began to walk away. "I hope you have a great trip," I said as I turned to look for a seat nearby.

"You too," she said as she beamed me one more smile before I went to sit at my gate.

About 10 minutes later I saw her enter my gate area and realized we were going to be on the same flight. She did not see me sitting in the corner, but I watched her for a few minutes longer. For some reason, it has always been a pastime of mine -- people watching at the airport. Seeing people from all over the country who are gathered for just a few minutes of their lives intrigues me. I often make up stories in my mind about some of them -- that one is running from the law, that couple is on their honeymoon, that man is on his way to visit his grandkids. It probably sounds strange, but it helps me pass the time.

However, on this occasion the 'napkin woman' had my attention. I watched as she searched for a seat in the semi-crowded waiting area in the Dulles airport concourse. As she sat down, she pulled out her phone and seemed to begin scrolling, most likely through her social media, smiling occasionally, at something she apparently saw or read. Her smile was contagious as I watched her react to what she was watching. She kept tucking her beautiful locks of hair behind her ear to keep it out of her face. As a single man, I also observed no wedding ring on her finger. Her body was by no means perfect. She was somewhat curvy in her hips, her breasts were larger than you might typically see, but she clearly took good care of herself, and her clothing style, makeup, and jewelry communicated that she cared about how she presented herself to the world. However, as I watched her, it always came back to the eyes. They were stunning.

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't watch people with the intention of judging their looks. Lord knows I'm not "all-that." While I don't think I look too bad, I could certainly stand to lose a few extra pounds that I've put on in the last couple of years and my exercise routine has also diminished during that time as well. My daughters tell me I still look pretty good, but that's what they are supposed to say. I don't have any misperceptions of myself. I'm an average looking guy and don't expect any more from those around me. If I saw a supermodel, I might be impressed, but she wouldn't even notice me!

Finally, the attendant at the counter announced over the speaker that it was time to board. It wasn't a full flight, so that was good. This first leg to Dallas was about a 3-hour flight and then onto LAX. So, to have a little room to spread out was a blessing in disguise, which I hoped I would be lucky enough to enjoy. I saw my mystery friend get in line about 10 people ahead of me as we entered the warm tunnel dominated by the scent of jet fuel. After a few minutes of the "cattle call" of boarding, I finally arrived at my seat toward the back of the plane only to discover I was separated by the mystery woman by one chair. As she looked up, she shot me a huge smile and laughed as she realized were in the same row. My "A" seat was near the window, and she was in the "C" aisle seat. As the doors closed, we realized there was no one across the aisle from us, no one behind us for the last three rows and no one within two rows ahead of us. It felt as if we were alone in our private space, which almost never happens. I guess that's one of the potential perks of a red-eye flight.

She stood aside to let me in and once we were settled, she reached over and offered me her hand.

"I guess we should meet properly. My name is Janelle, but my friends call me Jay," she said as I shook her warm hand.

"I'm Mike. Nice to meet you 'officially' Jay."

"Where are you from and where are you headed, Mike?"

"I live here in the area, but I'm on my way to Los Angeles on business. How about you?"

"I live nearby as well, but my daughter is graduating this coming weekend from college in Boulder, so I'm flying to Denver on my way to see her and celebrate."

"That's fantastic. Congratulations to you both," I said.

"Thanks. Do you have kids?" She asked.

"Yeah, I have two daughters. The oldest is working in Charlotte and my youngest graduated last year and recently took her first job in Pittsburgh. I don't get to see them often, but I'm happy for them as they get their lives started."

"You don't look old enough to have adult daughters," she kindly said, whether she meant it or not.

I smiled sheepishly at her compliment and said, "you're very kind." I thought the same thing about her but felt silly to give the same compliment back, so I refrained.

We spent the next few minutes talking about our daughters - what they were doing and where they were living. We were both clearly proud of them as we pulled up a few photos. By the time we finally taxied and lifted off, our friendly conversation turned to whether we had spouses.

"Tell me about your wife?" Jay asked.

That was a tough question for me and as I paused, Jay noticed instantly.

"I'm sorry. Was that an inappropriate question?" With a hint of confusion, I could tell she regretted asking.

"No, it's fine. It's just not something I talk about much. After 26 years as of marriage, my wife became ill and following a 6-month battle, she passed away nearly two years ago. I don't mind your asking, I'm just not used to telling that story, so I needed a moment to gather myself. I appreciate your asking me. It's actually a bit therapeutic to say the words."

"I am so sorry to hear of your loss," Jay said empathetically. Her eyes glassed over as well as she listened to me share. It was obvious she meant what she said. "That must have been incredibly difficult. What's her name?"

Again, I had to catch my breath as emotion swelled up within me. I realized at that moment, I couldn't recall the last time I said her name out loud, and I was grateful that Jay referred to her in the present tense rather than the past tense.

"Deb," I shared with a lump in my throat.

"I bet she was wonderful. I know you must miss her." Then Jay surprised me with a question that no one has asked since the day she passed, or ever for that matter.

"So, tell me the one thing you loved about Deb above all else."

I was stunned by her question. My eyes began to glass over further as I contemplated my best answer. Finally, it came to me, and I said, "It was her touch. No matter what was happening, good or bad, her hand would fall on my shoulder or reach for my hand or just run through my hair, whether to comfort me or encourage me. I miss her touch the most." Wow, I didn't expect to say that to this woman I just met 30 minutes before, but it was the truth. I really missed her touch.

"I love that, Mike. I expected you to say something like how she did your laundry or made your dinner, or even how much you missed the sex," she said as she began chuckling. A big smile spread across my face as I realized that might have been a better answer.

"Well, those were good too, but not the 'one thing.'" I replied as I smiled back. She made talking about my wife as easy as anyone had before. I was grateful for her conversation. This woman was beautiful. And, she seemed to have a way of making you feel like you were new best friends, even having just met. She was very disarming and genuinely pretty. I knew I was going to enjoy this flight.

Turning the tables, I asked, "Tell me your story, Jay. I don't see a ring. Are you married?"

"I've been divorced for about two years now. My husband cheated on me after 25 years of marriage with my best friend. There was no rescuing our relationship after that." She grew quieter as she shared her somber story, but I could also hear a confidence that must have grown out of the tragic end to their marriage. It appeared to me that she had found some level of joy again since those dark days. I was happy for her, and I also wondered how this woman hadn't found a new relationship yet. She's beautiful and charming. I imagined the guys on the dating apps were contacting her constantly.

"No one in your life since then?" I asked. I wondered if my questions were becoming a little too invasive, but I was genuinely interested in my new friend.

"Nope. It took me a year to be able to function like a woman again. The last nine months have been a healing journey for me and I'm finally happy where I am. Don't get me wrong, a good man in my life would be great, but I'm content right now on my own as well."

"I respect that, Jay. Since Deb passed, I've been focusing on my daughters and my career. I haven't taken much time for myself. Finding a relationship with a woman seems daunting," I replied.

"Don't even get me started," she said as her eyes rolled and hands flew in the air. "I tried a dating app a few months ago. I went on two dates and found it very difficult. I hadn't been on a real date in over 25 years, so I was struggling to remember how to do it. Let's just say it didn't go well, so I gave up."

"Yeah, I tried a few months back for the first time in decades and found it to be boring, truth be told. The couple of dates I went on were the exact same conversation each time. 'Tell me about this, what do you think about that.' It just was too much effort, so I stopped."

"I get it." She replied.

Jay and I spent the next 20 minutes talking about what we liked in our marriages and didn't like. It appeared to be a bit therapeutic for her too. After chatting for a few minutes Jay called for the flight attendant and asked for a blanket and pillow. The lights were off in the cabin as most travelers were sleeping by now with about an hour and a half remaining in the first leg of our trip. We were sitting near the plane engine, and it was kind of loud and challenging to talk over so she asked if she could move to the middle seat next to me as we shared more photos. She showed more pictures of her pets and daughter and asked to see pictures of Deb. It was hard for me to share those with her, but I discovered how much I enjoyed telling the circumstances behind some of them.

Having this woman next to me was a fresh experience. I wasn't used to invading another woman's personal space in this way. We were leaning into each other as we talked to be heard by each other and no one else and to see the phone screen of the other. Our shoulders were touching as she leaned her head against her pillow with her legs under the blanket. Our forearms would brush against each other as we moved in our seats. I enjoyed the innocent touches while forcing myself not to think too much of them.

After a few more minutes Jay surprised me by reaching down to set her hand on my knee. I didn't want to pull away, but I also didn't want to do anything to offend her.

"Do you mind?" She asked me nervously. I could tell she was fearful that she had perhaps misread the signals I was apparently giving off.

"I don't. I actually enjoy your touch." I said honestly.

"Based on what you've told me, I thought that might be the case," she said as she looked me in the eye, smiled, and squeezed my knee. I was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the moment, but with so little experience, I frankly had no idea what to do next.

I decided to try and keep the conversation on point - "What do you miss most about marriage? Not YOUR marriage in particular, but just in the marriage relationship," I asked.

"Can I be honest, Mike?"

I nodded.

"Please don't think poorly of me, but I genuinely miss the sex. I think we had a rather good sex life in our marriage. While there are other things I can probably think of, honestly that is the biggest. I haven't been with a man in two years. That's tough for me, but I don't just want to swipe on my phone and sleep with a guy. That's just not who I am. I hope that isn't saying too much."

"No, it's definitely not saying too much. I get it. I miss it too. Most of the time I push it out of my thoughts as I try to focus on my daughters and my work, but I miss it too."

We were both silent for a moment as we let that revelation sink in. Then, I noticed that she began to subtly slide her hand up and down my thigh. Nothing was said, but she was clearly increasing her contact. With her legs were covered by the blanket, I managed to dig deep for some self-confidence, took a deep breath, and slithered my right hand under the blanket and laid it on her left knee. Her non-response to my action told me she was comfortable with what I did. Slowly I began rubbing up and down her thigh in the same manner she was stroking mine. We continued like this for a while as we continued to talk.

As she increasingly touched me and her hand slid further up my thigh, coming closer to my groin with each movement, my dick began to swell inside my shorts. I haven't worn underwear as long as I can remember, so there wasn't much between her hand and my crotch. My member was snaking inside my shorts as the blood rushed in, which she surely must have noticed. I was a little embarrassed by my response to her, but there was no stopping my reaction. As my hand brushed across her bare leg below the hem of her shorts, I noticed her beginning to fidget in her seat. I assumed that was due to feeling the same thing I was feeling as we tested each other's boundaries.

I wanted to touch her more intimately, but I had no idea how to proceed nor what to do next. It had been so long since I had been with a woman that didn't know me in every way possible. Deb and I had been together for so long, we knew what each was thinking simply by the brush of a hand or a raised eyebrow. This night was completely different. I was going down a new path with a woman I barely knew and experiencing erotic emotions that had been buried for decades. And, admittedly, I also didn't want to us to be caught in our compromising position by a flight attendant. While I had no idea what the consequences of getting caught would have been, I assume it wouldn't have been good.

I think she sensed my hesitation, so she leaned forward and tilted her head in such a way to gaze straight at me. Her blue eyes were intoxicating as she unexpectedly removed her left hand from my leg, stretched the blanket over both of our laps, reached down and gently grabbed the back of my right hand that had been caressing her leg beneath the scratchy cotton covering. Based on her invisible actions, I assumed she was using her right hand to pull her shorts to the side, exposing her pussy to my touch. Then she gently took my hand in hers and guided it to her snatch. She looked me in the eye as we both nodded with understanding and permission to proceed.

I couldn't believe this was happening. The heat that emanated from her pussy felt like a furnace. As I brushed against her labia, I immediately noticed just how wet and hairless she felt. Jay was on fire and clearly wanted this as much as I did. My cock was throbbing inches away from her hand that had returned to my thigh as I rubbed my fingers around her labia trying to imagine what it looked like, since I was unable to see it beneath the flimsy cover. Her female folds felt large and soaked. Copious amounts of her feminine juices were running between her legs and into the crack of her ass as I slid my fingers up and down her opening. I searched briefly for her clit and was rewarded as I touched her protruding nub. Her breath caught when I found it. Her body stiffened as she leaned into me to whisper near my ear, "It's been a long time since I've been touched like that by a man."

"You feel incredible," was my only response.

"I tend to get a little carried away when I have rub one out myself, so I'll have to try hard to keep my utterances under control," she said as she chuckled in the most sensual way possible.

My cock was desperate for release beneath my shorts as I continued to explore Jay's mound. I finally decided to let her know I was ready for more as well. So, I took my free hand, clumsily undid my belt buckle and unsnapped the top button without ever removing my other hand from her warm quiver. As best I could manage, I pulled my zipper down and began pushing my shorts over my hips. After several awkward gyrations in my seat, my shorts hit the airplane floor. My belt buckle clanged as it landed.

At this point the air felt cool on my now free cock beneath the shared blanket. This is the moment I had hoped for as Jay slowly dragged her nails up my leg until she reached and cupped my hot ball sack in her palm. She played with it for a minute before she let it go and reached further up for my pole. I was overwhelmed by her touch as my shaft lurched at the feel of a woman's touch, being only the second woman in nearly 30 years to fondle me in this way. A woman, only an hour before I had never even known. Now, here I was having every man's fantasy fulfilled.

She was gentle as she slid her hand up and down my shaft. No doubt she was experiencing similar feelings to my own. Based on our earlier discussion, I know she had not been with another man for decades as well. The reality of this was lighting both of our fuses in the darkness of the plane. I felt her fingers rub the tip of my shaft to collect my pre-cum making her hand movements glide easier.

I continued to play with her pussy, fluctuating between rubbing her clit and then sliding down to slip two fingers into her opening, attempting to explore her insides and pleasure her G-spot then further below to massage her juices near the opening to her ass. We both began to breathe faster and shallower as we performed our erotic dance for the other. We drifted between making eye contact and closing them to relish the feeling of touching and being touched. While we certainly had the experience to know exactly what we were doing, there was also the feeling that this felt like the 'first time.'

My dick was as hard as steel as her dainty fingers slid up and down on my well lubricated rod. Her feminine juices continued to pour out as I groped her. Quiet moans began to roll from her lips. She turned her head so her lips were close to my ear, and she began to call my name. "Oh Mike, that feels so good, it's been so long. Yes, keep rubbing there. Oh, your fingers feel so good inside. Rub my clit harder. Yes, that's it, keep going. Fuck, that feels soooo goooooddd," she slurred. Her hot breath blew into my ear drum as she moaned her pleasure to me.

She continued to steadily piston her hand up and down on my shaft inconspicuously beneath the blanket as I rubbed her pussy inside, outside, and all around. After a few of minutes of general attention, I managed to adjust the angle of my hand so my thumb was rubbing directly on her clit while two fingers slid easily in and out of her opening.

"I'm getting closer, Mike," she responded a few more minutes into our dance. "Keep going. I want to cum so badly. Make me cum, Mike, make me cum."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her free right hand slid up beneath her shirt and begin to massage her own tits as I finger-fucked my new best friend. Her grunting was getting a bit louder as she appeared to pinch her nipples while a rubbed. I glanced around the fuselage quickly to be sure no one was looking our way. Outside of our mutual masturbation, no one was the wiser.

"Are you ready for it now?" I whispered sincerely.

"Yes, make me cum right now. I'm ready." She quietly groaned through her panting.

While she never took her hand off my hard cock, she slowed down to more of a squeeze as she concentrated on the feeling I was creating inside of her with my fingers. I started focusing on giving her clit the attention she was begging for as she began to pant harder and quiver beside me. Her hips began to buck to meet the rhythm of my fingers moving in and out. I leaned my head closer to her as she sucked my earlobe into her mouth, and I rubbed her clit frantically as she finally tumbled over the edge. She gripped my shaft almost painfully as she declared, just above a whisper, "Oh fuuucccckk, Mike!"

Then she began to tremor as the euphoria of her orgasm ripped through her body. Her hand quickly pulled out of her shirt and shot straight to my hand between her legs as she held it in place as if to make herself stay in this suspended moment of pure bliss. I pressed down on her clit using the pressure of my thumb while I gently continued to use the tips of my fingers inside her to massage her G-spot. Her hips continued to buck as the throbbing of her orgasm flashed through her over and over like lightning.

She kept primal grunting into my ear as her clit pulsed beneath my thumb. I could feel more of her juices coat my two fingers that were inserted inside her hot cavity. While her movements would not have been perceptible to anyone else on the plane, they were the most amazing gesticulations I'd ever witnessed. I just gave a beautiful woman her first orgasm by another man in her entire adult life.

She convulsed for another minute as her orgasm began to slowly subside. With one hand tightly gripped around my dick and her other hand pressed against mine buried in her cunt, she rode the final beats of her masturbation to their eventual end.

As she finally began to come down the other side of her climax, she whispered in a raspy voice, "Don't take your hand away. Keep it right where it is." Then she released the control of my hand from hers and simultaneously loosened her grip on my dick to begin sliding up and down again as before. By this point, my pre-cum was flowing heavily so she collected more of it from my tip to jack me off even easier.

"No one could have told me a couple of hours ago I would have the best orgasm of my life on a plane with a new-found friend," Jay said as she smiled up at me. "That was amazing, Mike. Now it's your turn," she continued, still a bit short of breath.

That was music to my ears as I smiled back at her. After such a long sexual drought, and with the tender touch of a woman over the last 30 minutes, I knew I was ready for a massive release. There's no doubt she understood that too based on our earlier conversation. I hoped she wouldn't delay too much longer. However, I also had the obvious concern about the mess and what we were going to do afterward to clean it up. That's when she surprised me by adjusting in her seat, which forced my hand to move away from the inside of her warm crotch, and laid down with her head on my lap, inches away from my throbbing erection.

I looked around the immediate area of our row and no one was visible. The other passengers were likely sound asleep by this time and the crew were in their seats relaxing for the final hour of our flight.

Jay looked at me as if to ask, 'Is the coast clear?' and I nodded with approval. I couldn't believe this was happening. She likely had the same thoughts as I. That's when she pulled the blanket back to expose my engorged cock to the open air. The coolness of the air conditioner mixed with the heat she had been generating with her stimulation. The moonlight shined through the window illuminating my slick shaft.

"Oh my, Mike. Your cock is beautiful," she admired out loud.

"I hope you don't mind my language. I tend to become sort of 'verbal' when I have sex," she confessed sheepishly.

I smiled and said, "Deb and I were always pretty quiet, but I think I like a woman who says what's on her mind."

She smiled back at me, adjusted her hand away from her stroking clutch long enough to grip it with her thumb and first finger around the base, causing it to point straight into the air. Then she pressed her tender wet lips over my swollen mushroom head. Her wavy locks fell to both sides of her face tickling my ball sack beneath but also obscuring my view of my new friend's face as she began giving me the greatest blow job of my life. I quickly reached to tuck her hair behind her ear and hold it there as she bobbed on my swollen head. By now my penis was red and ready. That was the hardest I'd been in years. I watched in ecstasy as my shaft filled her tunnel, poking the inside of her cheek as she slowly took more of me into her mouth. She was not able to take all of me, but I didn't care. That had never been a fantasy of mine anyway. What she was doing was more than enough to bring me euphoria.

The slurping noises she was making were beautiful but only audible to me in the window seat of row 27. As she began to move briskly up and down on my well lubricated dick, her fingers cupped my balls as she played beneath. There was no doubt I would not last long and I'm confident she knew that too. A couple of times she pulled my member out of her mouth and licked down the backside of it and sucked in my balls, creating an entirely different sensation. I could feel the culmination of my explosion creeping closer.

"Are you okay with me releasing my load into your mouth, Jay?" I asked eagerly.

She nodded as best she could as she continued to blow me. I held her hair on the back of her neck as I leaned back to enjoy the sensation and watch this beautiful woman repay the favor.

I was beginning to groan and grunt as quietly as I could while she relentlessly sucked on me. My hips began to gently thrust into her mouth as I started face-fucking my seat mate. That's when I finally felt that long-awaited surge. From the space below my balls, I could sense I had arrived. I grunted one last time, a bit louder than before and held slightly tighter on the back of Jay's head as the cum began shooting out of my shaft. My hips bucked up into her face as I tried not to hurt her. I began to see stars as rope after rope shot from my balls into her waiting mouth. She held firm as I filled her with my spunk, making sucking noises, swallowing as fast as she could. It seemed like forever that I came into Jay's mouth, even though the eruption was much shorter in reality.

Once she was convinced I was spent, she pulled her lips off my swollen head but continued to hold my shaft at the base and balls in her hands. She looked at me and smiled with her blue eyes. Not a drop of cum was to be seen.

I could have married that woman right on the spot as she gazed at me with a mixture of satisfaction and pride. I eventually managed to calm down and catch my breath a bit as I whispered, "Thank you" to her. That was an understatement, but I didn't know what else to say.

"You're welcome. It was my pleasure, Mike."

She held me in that position for another minute or two to be sure my residual cum was emptied and my shaft began to soften. Not knowing what else to do, I continued to run my fingers through her wavy hair as I admired this woman I just met.

Finally, I felt as though I was returning to normal and was able to function again. My dick had softened by half. Jay sat upright and adjusted her shorts back to their correct place and then fluffed her blanket and pillow. I leaned down and grabbed my shorts, pulled them back up, buckled and zipped myself. Everything was back to normal except for the greatest memory either of us had ever had.

"That was amazing, Mike. Thank you for that. I needed that so badly," Jay said as though I had done her the favor. Then she leaned up and gave me my first brief, tender kiss in years.

"Me too," I replied. "Until tonight, I admittedly did not know how much I needed that, but it was wonderful, and you are an absolutely stunning woman."

She smiled as she gazed at me, then she took her pillow and pressed it against my shoulder as she got comfortable against me. That's when the pilot announced we were about 20 minutes from landing in Dallas.

Jay and I talked about our connecting flights to Los Angeles and Denver and discovered we were in the same concourse giving us the chance to walk together and hang out a bit longer. We both had a 90-minute layover before moving on to our final destinations.

Once we disembarked both of us needed to use the restroom and get a drink since our 'activities' left us parched. We continued to look at each other with bashful glances knowing what we had just done but also feeling like we could enjoy more. She was caressing my hand, and I was rubbing her knee as we sat at the tall table outside the closed restaurant drinking our sodas I bought at the magazine shop.

"Jay, can I ask a question? And, no matter what your answer is, I totally respect it," I asked with trepidation.

"Of course," she replied with a smile.

"Would you be interested in going further?" I asked with a serious lack of confidence in my voice. I didn't want to spoil the best night of my life by saying something stupid toward the end and asking too much.

"I thought you'd never ask, Mike," she quickly replied with anticipation, clearly hoping I would ask.

I was over the moon with her response. I couldn't believe this spontaneous rendezvous was ready to become even more.

"I have an idea," I said as my eyes scanned the mostly empty terminal. About 30 yards away, I saw what I was looking for. The "family" bathroom was just down the corridor. With so few people in the concourse, since it was about 2am, we weren't too concerned about being seen, nor did we care if we were. I took Jay by the hand, we grabbed our travel bags, and I guided her to the restroom. It was obvious it had been cleaned recently, thankfully. I pulled us both into the small room and locked the door behind us.

Immediately Jay lurched at me and began kissing my passionately once the door swung shut. Her tongue was inside my mouth, attacking mine as if her life depended on it. Our hands were touching every part of our bodies we could reach. It felt like I had discovered an oasis in the desert as my tongue danced in her mouth.

After a minute or two, she released me, stepped back, took a deep breath and said, "I've been waiting all night to do that." Her smile was a mile wide as she licked her lips. I smiled back and then pulled her tightly to me again as I began kissing her in the same manner. Her hands were rubbing my body as I did hers.

After a couple of minutes I disengaged, knowing we were both ready, and stepped back as we began to watch each other remove one article of clothing after another. Our excitement was obvious. My shirt came off, then hers. Her black bra was supporting her breasts that were larger than I had imagined, and I couldn't hardly wait to familiarize myself with them. My cock began to swell again with the reality of what were about to do. We kicked off our sandals and began removing our shorts.

She was wearing a matching black thong that left very little the imagination. As I began unbuckling my belt to remove my shorts, she pulled her panties down to reveal a beautifully trimmed pussy. She had a small patch of brown hair just above her slit. Below that, she was shaved clean, as I suspected.

While neither of us were "10's" by the world's standards, we were mesmerized by each other at this moment. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was certainly the most desirable woman I'd ever wanted. I could only hope she felt something similar for me.

I finally released my buckle and unzipped my shorts as she reached to unclasp her bra. My shorts hit the floor and my hard cocked lurched in front of me as her tits became exposed to my sight. They were glorious as they swung freely in front of her. Sagging just a bit with incredibly large dark brown aureolas and large nipples that appeared to be as hard as my dick was at this moment. She looked into my eyes for some kind of approval, which I gave immediately as my cock stood straight up and I smiled as I took it all in.

"You are stunning, Jay" I said honestly.

She smiled back and quickly closed the gap between us as she smashed her naked body against mine and began kissing me hard again. Her hands were exploring my back and my ass, much the same way mine were doing with her. I kneaded her ass as we kissed. I could hear her moaning into my mouth as I caressed her. My hard shaft was pressed between us against her abdomen and her warm tits were against my chest. As my tongues danced with hers, she would shift her body weight provoking her nipples to rub against the hair on my chest.

Breaking our kiss after a moment, she stepped back and repositioned herself to lean over the countertop facing the large mirror, causing her heavy tits to rest on the edge of the white porcelain sink. She provocatively stuck her round ass out toward my cock, spread her legs apart creating a gap that I could easily step into, looked straight ahead into the reflection and said, "Fuck me, Mike. I am ready. It's been a while so make it count. I need to feel your heavy cock inside me."

There was really no better way to express what we both wanted. I smiled and stepped behind her, rubbing my left hand up and down her back caressing her as I took my cock in my right hand and aligned it with her ass. The smell of our sex was beginning to engulf the small room. She was clearly wet and ready as I pressed the head of my dick into the cleft of her wet cheeks. My mushroom head began to disappear within the crevice.

Jay reached between her legs from below and found my shaft. She guided it toward her entrance, and I easily slid into her warm velvet sleeve. The heat was palpable as I penetrated her for the first time and held there momentarily, relishing having my dick in a woman's pussy for the first time in years. No doubt, Jay felt the same.

"Oh fuck, Mike. Your dick feels so good. A real cock beats a fake cock every time!" she said half-jokingly.

I smiled back as I looked into her blue eyes.

Both of my hands then reached for her ass and I squeezed her cheeks and pulling them apart I began to slowly slide in and out. We looked at each other in the mirror as we began to make love. My thumb began to encircle the entrance to her dark brown puckered ass as I pushed my digit in and out slightly.

"That feels so good, Mike. Keep going, give it to me harder," Jay said between my thrusts.

"You're so sexy, Jay," I said, our skin made that familiar slapping noise over and over as our thighs collided. Each time I would bottom out in her pussy, her body would lunge forward toward the mirror, her head would bob, and her boobs would swing wildly. She gripped the faucet to try and hold steady.

I continued to pound into her for several minutes, and we both began to grunt and moan while enjoying the feeling of fucking in such a risky place. I loved the sensation of my first pussy in years. It felt different and new to me. I looked down to watch my length disappear and reappear over and over inside her. Her labia wrapped around my shaft, almost as if it was gripping me. Her puckered asshole was so inviting as I pressed my lubricated thumb against her back entrance again and entered up my first knuckle.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh" was all that escaped my beautiful partner's lips. I reached and grabbed a handful of hair as I rode her. I pulled back gently which caused her to raise her head more. This resulted in her tits becoming more visible to both of us as they swung beneath. We both smiled at the lewd scene playing out before us in the large mirror. Jay was clearly proud of her boobs as she watched me ogle them with my eyes.

"Fuck, that feels so good," I stammered in between thrusts.

"Keep going, Mike. Your dick is filling me up," Jay responded lustily. "I've never had a finger in my ass. I love it. Keep doing that!"

After a few more minutes I slowed my penetration and pulled my member out. My dick was glistening under the glare of the bathroom lights due to the lubrication from her vagina. I asked her to turn around and set up on the oversized countertop. She smiled and climbed up to sit with her legs wide open and her feet to each side. As she rested her ass cheeks on the lip of the table, she leaned back on her elbows and rested the back of her head against the mirror. I wish I could have taken a picture at that very moment. That vision of Jay offering her sex to me with legs splayed open will forever be burned in my brain. My hardon was raging as I stepped between her raised knees. She held the back of her legs up for me, exposing her pussy in the most obscene way possible.

"What do you want to do with me, Mike?" she asked sensually.

"I want to do one of my favorite things. It turns me on more than anything else. I think you'll like it." I replied coyly.

"What might that be, I wonder?" she jokily asked as she genuinely wondered what I was planning to do next, not that it mattered that much, knowing she would enjoy it no matter what it was.

Without saying a word, I threw my t-shirt on the floor and dropped to my knees directly in front of her pussy. For the first time, I got a close-up view of the most beautiful pussy I think I'd ever seen. Her position made her look incredibly inviting.

Jay's eyebrows went up and her mouth dropped open as I leaned in and began sucking her labia into my mouth. She tasted wonderful. Licking a woman's pussy has always been my biggest aphrodisiac and I wasn't about to let this moment slip away without having my face buried in her cunt.

I reached up and replacing her hands with mine, pushed the back of her thighs forward so that her knees were near her shoulders. This provided me with unobstructed access to her smooth pussy lips. I began to lick up and down, from her clit to the entrance to her ass and back up again as she watched from above with a perfect view of my oral attention. As I did so, I would occasionally pause and suck on her labia on each side of her opening. She was practically gushing her lubricant as I enjoyed myself. My dick was titanium as it dangled between my legs beneath me. After a couple of minutes of this, I began to dip my tongue inside her vagina as I moved my face up and down, my nose occasionally bumping against her clit. Then I would slide my tongue back up to her clit and suck on it while my fingers explored her G-spot.

She was moaning louder now as her hands ran through my hair. She see-sawed between closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling to watching me closely as I explored everything she had to offer me. I wanted to make a memory for her she would never forget, but I wanted to make sure I didn't make her cum in this manner. She needed her orgasm with my shaft inside her. My well lubricated thumb continued to explore her anus as I pressed in and out up to my first knuckle while licking her ravenously.

"Oh Mike, no one has ever licked me like this before. I can't believe how good this feels. If I had known how much I liked this, I would have insisted getting this treatment a long time ago. You are so good. If you keep it up, you're going to make me cum. Uh, uh, uh..." she stammered.

After a few more minutes, I knew I was pushing my luck with her impending orgasm by the way she squirmed beneath my tongue. I reluctantly pulled away and stood to my feet in front of her. With pure lust in her beautiful blue eyes, she saw my raging hardon swing upward just above her mound and grabbed it in order to shove it inside of her. I obliged as I stepped forward and watched as she pulled me in and pushed my mushroom head just inside her entrance. A moment later I bottomed out inside her while looking into her eyes. She began kissing me erotically as I began to slowly fuck her in this position. After a couple of minutes of my bouncing above her body, we broke our kiss in a desperate search for oxygen. That's when I started really slamming down on her with abandon, sliding easily in and out fast as I could, while also leaning down and sucking on one nipple at a time, back and forth.

"Yeah, Mike. Suck on my tits. Oh, oh, oh. I love having my nipples sucked while being fucked," Jay declared. Her language was becoming increasingly coarse, but I enjoyed hearing a woman express exactly how she felt and what she wanted. She was holding onto my triceps to prop herself up as I relentlessly pounded into her. We were both moaning and grunting as we brought immense pleasure to each other. My repeated blows were shaking her body. Her hair was flopping all over and her tits were moving to the rhythm of my penetration. Our skin was slapping loudly as we mated.

After a few more minutes I knew I was getting close to blowing my load.

"Can I cum inside you? I promise, it's safe!" I asked in a chivalrous way as I continued to bump hard into her.

"Please give it to me, Mike. I want to feel your jizz inside me," Jay replied with a smile as I shook her violently below me.

With that final permission I pounded her pussy with everything I had. She was matching my thrusts as she clawed at my ass cheeks imploring my dick to go deeper with every strike. I continued to suck on her hard protruding nipples when she finally arrived at her long-anticipated destination.

"Fuuucckkk, Mike. I'm cuummmmiiinnnnggg" she broadcast loudly as her body began to convulse beneath me, her nails scratching my ass.

When I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft due to her climax, that was all I needed to push me over the edge as well. That familiar surge began in the bottom of my ball sack, rose up through my rod and exploded out of my tip into her canal.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" was all that escaped my lips as my second load of the night left my body.

We were both lost in the moment as her orgasm washed over her and her body quivered from the force of her climax. My ball sack emptied as my shaft throbbed rope after rope into her chamber. Both of us grunted repeatedly as our mutual orgasm overwhelmed us like a tsunami. We were awash in ecstasy as we looked into each other's eyes and waited for our climaxes to abate. It had been so long for both of us that we had almost forgotten what it felt like to be fucked properly. We smiled at each other as our foreheads touched. Our eyes looked down between our separated bodies as our lungs hunted for breath. Our chests were rising and falling with my shaft still buried deeply within her. We were connected and had no desire for this moment to end. Our perspiration caused our bodies to glisten.

After a few moments, Jay raised my chin with her hand and passionately kissed me as I began to relax my weight on top of her. Her tits were once again pressed against my chest. Our mutual perspiration was causing our bodies to slip against each other.

"I feel your cum inside me, Mike. It's been so long. I'd forgotten what it felt like to be filled with a man's cum. I love it so much." Jay confessed.

"And I almost forgot how incredible it was to release myself into a woman. Thank you for helping me remember just how good it can feel." I replied somewhat light-headed.

She just smiled and kissed me again.

After a few more minutes, I could feel my shaft begin to soften. Having cum twice in a few short hours was all I had in me. Nothing else would be able to keep me going after this. I truly was spent, and I think Jay was also. I stood straight up and slowly began to pull my semi-rigid cock out of her soaked pussy. As my mushroom head finally slithered out, my cum began to run down her leg and splash onto the floor beneath us. I stepped back to admire this woman I hardly knew. Her eyes were fastened onto my glistening semi-aroused cock and my eyes were fixed on her naked sweaty form with white jizz gathering at the base of her pink, swollen pussy. I never wanted to forget the view of Jay after she had been well fucked. She had the look of a satiated woman, and I knew she had fulfilled every fantasy I ever had.

A couple of minutes later she slowly slid off the countertop and stood beside me, a bit light-headed, and we began to clean ourselves up. We washed our faces and wiped the perspiration from our bodies with the paper towels available to us. We continued to steal glances at each other's naked form in the mirror. Jay's tits were incredible as they swayed from one side to the other while she refreshed herself. This caused my penis to remain semi-rigid the entire time we prepped for the outside world.

Finally, I felt sufficiently presentable and began to dress again. Right before I slipped my shorts back up and over my cock, Jay reached on last time to caress my dick and balls. I stood there for a moment enjoying the warm sensation of having my cock fondled by this woman once more.

"I needed to touch you one last time. I'll never forget this, Mike." Jay shared honestly as she leisurely stroked my shaft.

"Nor will I, Jay. You are an amazing woman."

Then she reluctantly released me, allowing me to close my shorts. Once I was clothed, I stepped to her, kissed her one more time and cupped her still naked breasts in my hands. I tweaked her protruding nipples and ran my fingers down her belly to cup her pussy. I held back from putting a finger inside of her one last time as I thought that might not be enjoyable to her after having cum twice already. I simply laid my hand atop her mound and felt the warmth emanating from her.

She smiled at me as I slowly removed my hand and stepped back. Then I poked my head out the door to see if the "coast was clear." Of course, no one was there so that wasn't a problem.

"I'll see you in a moment?" I asked her.

"Yes. I just need to reapply a little makeup before coming out," she replied.

"I'll be waiting just outside." I smiled at her and slipped out the door and I heard it lock behind me. I stood outside for another 7-8 minutes when the door finally opened, and this vixen stepped out. If it is even possible, she was more beautiful now than when she went in with me. She smiled at me when she saw my reaction to her. She knew she looked good by my response. While it was 3am, I could have stayed with her the rest of the night and never cared whether I slept or not.

We each had about 40 minutes before our next flight departed, so I slowly walked her to her gate and kissed her one last time.

"I put my contact in your phone when you bought us drinks earlier tonight. If you'd like to stay in touch, you know how to reach me." Jay said with a dash of hope.

"I'd like that very much," I confessed sincerely.

With that I held her hand one last time, just for a moment, and said, "Goodbye, Jay."

"Until next time, Mike," Jay replied with a hint of anticipation.

I smiled at her, released her hand and began my walk to the other end of the concourse.

I boarded my next flight, which was emptier than the last, got a pillow and blanket and fell fast asleep moments after the plane left the ground. My dreams were filled with thoughts of Jay. I knew I'd never be the same again.

Leaving LAX around 6am, pacific time, I was completely exhausted and hardly ready for the long day ahead of me full of meetings and planning sessions. Once outside the airport, I found the nearest coffee shop and ordered the strongest espresso they had to offer.

As I sat there for a moment sipping my coffee enjoying the morning LA breeze, I pulled my phone up and found Jay's contact. I sent her a quick text:

"Good morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?"

A moment later my phone beeped with a reply, "A bit low on the sleep, but definitely the greatest night of my life."

"Me too." I texted back.

Then I continued, "I'll give you a call next week, if you are interested," I typed nervously. I didn't know whether she felt the same the day after as she did the night before. I had a tinge of fear she might suffer from buyer's remorse once she thought about it the next morning.

"I'm already counting the days," she replied.

I smiled as I thought about how I couldn't wait to see those blue eyes again.