I was spending the last evening with my Russian lay. After dinner and drinks she insisted on dropping me off at the airport. We had great sexual chemistry throughout the entire week where I managed to bring her to orgasm every time, sometimes multiple times. She 8really liked me.
She was always mindful of herself and PDA’s. But there on the bus, she could barely contain herself. She was biting and licking my ear, reaching for French kisses, and rubbing my leg. It was quite indecent, but I was leaving - so fuck it, I thought. I was enjoying it.
I always arrive early to the airport so we had some time to kill. We sat in the chairs in the departures hall before security. “I’m absolutely soaked”, she said. A nasty idea popped into my head. “Follow me”, I said and lead her by her hand toward the hallway with the toilets at the end of the hall. There, I pushed her against the wall where no one could see us and slid my knee between her legs, applying pressure to her groin. She moaned loudly and collapsed onto me.
From the corner of my eye, I spotted the diaper changing room between the male and female toilets. “There is no way a mother is going to use that room at 10 p.m. on a Sunday”, I thought. Without hesitation I grabbed her hand and said: “Follow me, and whatever you do, don’t stop walking”. I lead her straight into that room.
I couldn’t find the light switch, so when I closed and locked the door, we were plunged into the dark. The only light came from the narrow slid below the door. “No, we really shouldn’t”, she hesitated. But I already forced her on her knees and pulled my dick out and wrapped her hand around it. She forgot about everything and started giving me a sloppy blowjob. I’m not sure how many minutes we spent there. At some point, a lady was walking past babbling in French (on the phone).
Soon, I shot what felt a massive load, straight into her throat. It was the first time as well. She took it like a champ. We slipped outside the door, walking past the French lady giving us a confused look, and took our old seats in the departure hall.
She was visibly shaken. “I never thought I could do something like that”, she said. “I was wondering if you’d make me swallow earlier this weak. I guess you did now.” As I was leaving to go through security, I spotted a pack of cigarettes in her bag. “Are you smoking again, I asked?”. “Yes, I broke my two month streak… because of you1”, she said. We never leave them better than we find them.
I kissed her goodbye and bought myself a large pint of beer (even though I said I wouldn’t) and boasted this story to my German wing. I was smiling ear to ear during the entire 3 hour flight to Rome.
We’re still on good terms, given the regular nudes she sends me between my sets in Rome.
I didn’t smoke this trip for once. ↩︎