STUCK IN THE AIRPORT WITH A STRANGER DURING A FLIGHT DELAY

I grew up in northern Illinois, but had been living in Fort Lauderdale, FL ever since I graduated from Florida State University twenty-two years ago. For several years after college I had an interesting job in marketing... then met my husband and got married... eventually deciding to stay at home to care for Danny... my first child, and Charlotte... my second.

It was the middle of summer, about seventeen years later, when my mother called from her home... my childhood home... in Glencoe, a little suburb just north of Chicago. We talked for a while, then she lamented that it had been too long since my last visit. I knew she was right... it had been at least two years since my previous trip to see her.

My kids were both mid-teens by then, and mostly independent... so, sensing an opportunity to take a welcome break from a pleasant, but somewhat benign, existence as a mother and a wife, I readily agreed with her... and arranged to fly up for a visit the following week.

As I looked online, the only direct flight I could find was a sparsely filled one that left from Miami International Airport late in the evening the following Sunday. It was a big plane, but I guess it wasn’t a very popular time-slot, because I noticed there were only a couple dozen seats taken by other passengers when I went online to book my flight. Once I bought the tickets, I happily went about packing a suitcase and a small travel bag with some light-weight summer clothes, and a few essentials for my trip.

Late on Sunday evening, my husband dropped me off at the airport, and I made my way through security and all the way to the gate with just under an hour to spare before my flight was scheduled to leave.

It was nearly 8:30 pm, and all of the stores and restaurants in the airport had already shut down for the day. I was a little surprised that at least a few of them didn’t stay open longer, but the airport had gone mostly dark... the only lights I could see were safety lights along the main walls near the ceiling... running lights along the floors of the terminal... and the bright lights that lit up the gate where I waited with several other passengers for our flight to be called.

I had pulled out a book and was reading to pass the time, when a guy sat down two seats over from me... gave me a smile and exchanged pleasantries... then pulled out his laptop to do some work while he waited.

I noticed he was a handsome guy... probably in his early thirties... so, about ten years younger than me. He seemed affable... with a nice smile and friendly presence. I found myself looking over in his direction periodically to check him out, and I caught him doing the same thing to me, as we both tried to focus on what we held in our laps.

Around 9:00 pm, there was an announcement on the overhead speaker at our gate, explaining that our flight had been delayed due to some maintenance issue that they were working to resolve as quickly as possible.

There were only about twenty, or so, passengers at the gate, but we all let out a collective groan at the frustrating news... then returned to whatever it was we were doing before the announcement.

The guy next to me shut his laptop... put it away in his backpack... then looked over at me... and grumbled, “Figures... I travel a lot, and this always seems to happen to me... I think I’m a jinx.”

I chuckled and said, “Well, this is my first trip in a really long time, so it might actually be me that’s the jinx.”

He laughed, and quipped, “Maybe you’re right... it definitely could be you.”

Then he reached out his hand to shake, and said, “By the way, I’m Lorne.”

Smiling, I reached for his hand and said, “You mean, like Lorne Greene... from Bonanza?”

He grinned and said, “Very funny... I’ve never heard that one before... but, yep... just like that.”

I laughed and said, “Nice to meet you, Lorne... I’m Angelina.”

With way too much charm and charisma, he smiled and said, “Wow... what a beautiful name... I think you’re the first ‘Angelina’ I’ve ever met.... do your friends call you ‘Angel’?”

I smiled back... my cheeks turning a little pink at the compliment... and said, “No... mostly just ‘Angie’.”

As we finished shaking hands, I noticed that his eyes had drifted down to my chest... his grin never leaving his face... as he took a closer look at my boobs. I had seen him periodically glancing over at them earlier, but now that we’d met, he was taking his time and enjoying the view.

I blushed even more... hoping that he didn’t notice... but couldn’t deny that I enjoyed the fact that he was checking me out. I was in my early forties, but knew I was still an attractive woman... although I didn’t get to revel in it much during my daily regimen at home, with kids underfoot and a workaholic husband.

I’m 5’6”, with long, light brown hair, big blue eyes, and a bright smile... and I’m thrilled with the fact that I’m still pretty close to my college weight of 140 lbs, even after having two kids. And, with a curvy shape... including big, natural 35DD breasts... I get plenty of side-eyed attention at PTA meetings and teacher conferences... which I do absolutely nothing to discourage.

As Lorne looked me over, I returned the favor... checking him out... and liked what I was seeing. He was about 6’ tall... maybe a little taller... with a lean, athletic build. I smiled to myself, noting that he looked like he must have played sports when he was younger... and probably worked out regularly. Whatever he was doing, it definitely looked good on him.

He had on shorts and a nice-looking t-shirt... his arms and shoulders looked impressive, stretching his shirt in all the right places. I especially liked the muscles in his forearms, which had always been my favorite thing on a guy.... well, almost my favorite thing.

I was wearing a simple sleeveless, pull-over blouse... not terribly low-cut, but showing some cleavage... with a denim skirt that came to about mid-thigh... maybe a little higher, when I crossed my legs. As I caught him ogling my boobs again, I didn’t have to look down to know that my nipples were getting hard and creating bumps in my chemise from all the attention they were getting.

I put my book down, and we chatted for a while... both of us trying to ignore our less than subtle efforts to check each other out.

I told him about my trip to visit my mother, and found out he was traveling to a business conference in downtown Chicago for a few days. We continued chatting... and obliquely flirting... sharing cute stories about our lives... laughing at each other’s jokes... and occasionally dipping our toes into suggestive innuendos.

At one point, my cheeks seemed to be burning... and, feeling like I was enjoying Lorne’s attention a bit too much... I excused myself to make a quick call. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed my husband to tell him about the delayed flight, but it went directly to his voicemail. I left him a message about having to wait while the airplane was being serviced, and saying it looked like I wouldn’t be getting to Chicago until well after midnight. I knew my mother would be sleeping, so I decided not to call her that late.

As I ended my call and put my phone away, there was an announcement to update our flight status, saying that we expected to board in about forty-five minutes.

There was a smattering of groans... mixed with some light clapping... from the two dozen passengers waiting with us at the gate. Then Lorne got up and said, “Well... I’ve been sitting for a while, and we have three more hours of sitting once we’re in the air, so I’m going for a walk... you wanna come?”

Standing in front of me, his hips were only about a foot, or so, from my face... I couldn’t help but notice the impressive lump between his legs, which was making an obvious oblong shape down one leg of his shorts. With a grin, I thought to myself that he apparently liked what he saw when he was checking out my tits.

I pulled my eyes away from the bulge in his shorts... looked up into his eyes, and said, “But everything’s closed... “, then I looked down the hallway toward the end of the terminal, and added, “And it’s kinda dark down there.”

He grinned and said, “Yeah... I know... so, what’d’ya say?”

After a quick glance back at his crotch, I smiled, and said, “Sure... that sounds like a great idea.”

We grabbed our carry-ons and started meandering down the concourse toward the darker end of the terminal.

As soon as we were out of sight from the gate where the others were waiting, Lorne stepped behind me... reached around and grabbed both of my breasts... caressing and fondling them over my blouse... then finding both engorged nipples, and gently tweaked them with his thumb and fingers.

I wasn’t really startled by the move... but I was surprised that I welcomed it a bit more enthusiastically than I would have expected. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against his chest, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands caressing my soft, fleshy... married... tits, as he murmured into my ear, “I’m glad you wanted to go for a walk with me”.

Since it was the middle of July, I knew that it was as hot in Chicago as it was in Miami... so, I’d dressed casually and comfortably... which meant no bra underneath my blouse... which, I had to admit, was turning out to be a great idea.

I smiled... then reached behind me with one hand and squeezed the growing bulge in his shorts... and said, “I hadn’t really thought about it, but I think I was hoping you’d ask me to.”

He turned me around so that I was facing him... reached under my top and continued to massage my boobs... then added, “How could I not... just look at these incredible tits... I just had to get my hands on them.”

I blushed at the compliment... then glanced up the concourse... worried that we might be discovered... but it was kind of dark where we were, and no one was near us, so I tried to relax a bit and returned my focus to Lorne’s delightful attention to my boobs.

With his hands still grabbing my breasts, Lorne pulled me over to a seat by the empty gate where we were standing. He sat down... pushed my top up to my chin... and sucked my nipples into his mouth... using his tongue and teeth to flick and nibble on both of them... first one, then the other.

At the same time, he reached under my skirt, and fondled my pussy through my panties, murmuring, “Holy shit, Angie... you’re fucking drenched.”

I blushed again, as he continued teasing my taut nipples and playing between my legs. Then he pulled my panties down... pushing them to the floor, so I could step out of them. He took one of my feet, and placed it up on the arm rest of the seat he was sitting in... so that I was standing in between his legs on one foot, with my other foot perched up on the arm rest by his knee... my skirt pushed up around my hips... and my naked, shaved vagina only inches from his face.

This had caught me by surprise... albeit pleasantly... and I was still trying to get my head around it, when he released my boobs, then used both hands to grab my ass cheeks and pull my exposed, already moist pussy toward his warm, wet mouth.

As his tongue slid up and down in between my labia, I closed my eyes and moaned... enjoying the intoxicating sensations washing over me, and the tingling pangs of pleasure causing my clitoris to stiffen and throb.

Lorne used his hands on my butt to pull me harder into his mouth... his probing tongue running up and down... and into... my aroused vagina. After a few moments, he focused on my engorged nub... licking gentle circles around its tip... which made my legs tremble slightly, as delicious tentacles of pleasure cascaded through my body.

It didn’t take long before I let out a muted wail, as an incredibly intense climax caught me by surprise... washing over me like a glorious tidal wave... lingering at its peak... then slowly fading as I mewled and mumbled about how good it felt.

Holy fuck, that felt amazing!

With my eyes closed, and my head thrown back, I murmured, “My God, Lorne... oh, shit... yeah... keep going... damn, where the fuck did you learn how to do that?”

He mumbled something in between my legs that I couldn’t understand... then continued licking my pussy and teasing my clit... until another unexpected orgasm surged through my entire body.

“Holy shit, Lorne... what are you doing to me? Oh, my God... yeah... right there... right there... oooohhh, damn, that’s fucking incredible!”

He pulled his mouth away from my drenched snatch... smiling up at me with my pussy juices smeared across his lips and chin... then put my raised foot back on the ground and pulled me down to his mouth for a deep, tongue-filled kiss.

I was surprised... again... at how much I actually enjoyed the salty, piquant taste and sweet, sensual aroma of me on his lips and tongue. I was bent over at the waist... my heavy breasts swaying gently beneath my chest... as I eagerly unzipped his pants, and pulled out his already rock-hard erection.

I broke our kiss for a moment to check out the impressive hard-on sliding up and down in the palm of my hand.

My God... it was even bigger than I expected!

Feeling incredibly aroused, I attacked his mouth again with mine, while still stroking his raging boner... running my hand up to the bulbous head, then down to the base of his thick, veiny shaft... again and again and again... as he fondled my dangling tits, and playfully tweaked my swollen nipples.

I was in heaven... everything felt amazing... our lips smashed together; my hand pumping his enormous hard-on; his hands massaging my soft, fleshy boobs... just everything!

Then he grabbed my ass cheeks again, and pulled me down toward his engorged prick.

I spread my legs and straddled his hips... letting out a guttural groan as the wide tip of his stiff rod entered my dripping wet vagina. Moaning softly, I began bouncing up and down on his cock... over and over... his rigid pole sliding deeper and deeper into my cunt with every downward lunge... until I could feel my distended clitoris rubbing perfectly against the base of his thick shaft.

Completely mesmerized, I looked down at his huge dick sliding in and out of my drenched pussy... astonished at how wet I was, and blown away by the sheer size of his amazing prick.

Oh, my God, I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

“Holy fuck, Lorne... yeah... yeah... fuck me... damn, your cock feels fantastic... you go so fucking deep...”

I bounced up and down on his throbbing dick as he groped and squeezed my bouncing tits... pulling on my nipples with his fingers, and occasionally sucking them into his mouth to tease and flick them with his tongue.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back again as another breathtaking orgasm quickly racked my body. I leaned forward... my pendulous breasts squashed against Lorne’s face... as I pressed my straining nub hard against the base of his cock... enthusiastically grinding it against his thick shaft, and relishing the staggering jolts of pleasure coursing from my clit to my nipples, and back again.

“Oh, my God... oh, my God... oh, my fucking God... are you kidding me... holy shit, Lorne... you’re so fucking big... I can’t believe how good you feel inside me... oh, fuck, yeah...”

I was still enjoying the throes of my incredible climax... and Lorne was still pumping his rigid pole in and out of my sloppy wet cunt... when I heard my cell phone ring in my bag sitting on the seat next to us.

Still bouncing on Lorne’s erection, I bent over toward my bag... reached inside and pulled out my phone... saw that it was my husband... and gestured at Lorne to let him know I needed to take the call.

Trying desperately to keep my voice even, and to hide my heavy breathing, I said, “Hey, hon... did you get my message?”

He said, “Yeah, Angie... I got it... sorry to hear about your flight delay... it sucks to spend all that wasted time at the airport... and so late at night, too... I bet everything’s closed.”

Lorne continued to pump his stiff boner in and out of my pussy... both of us trying to keep our muted grunts as quiet as possible. Our eyes met, as I grinned into the phone, and responded, “Nah... it worked out okay... it definitely could have been worse.”

I could tell that Lorne was getting close to cumming when he started picking up the pace... slamming his hips up into my drenched vagina... and making me have to mute the phone, as my grunts became louder and harder to mask.

I made a face at Lorne and said, “What the fuck! You’ll get me in trouble if you’re not careful.”

He chuckled, and said, “I can’t help it, Angie... I’m about to explode.”

I giggled and said, “Well... you’ve definitely earned it... okay, just give me a second to get off this call.”

Lorne slowed down slightly, but kept sliding his stiff pole in and out of my pussy, as I unmuted the phone and tried to rush my husband off the call.

“Okay, hon... things are starting to happen around here, so I gotta let you go.”

He said, “No problem, Angie... sorry about your flight... kinda shitty to start off your trip like that... I just hope you can find a way to enjoy it anyway.”

Looking at Lorne’s glassy eyes, as he pumped his cock in and out of my warm, wet vagina... getting closer and closer to his inevitable climax... I said, “I think I’ll find a way, hon... gotta go... see you in a few days.”

Lorne was picking up the pace again, as my husband said, “Okay, sweetie... love you.”

Stifling a grunt, I mumbled, “Me, too, hon”, then quickly ended the call and tossed my phone back into my bag.

Lorne grabbed my hips and began fucking me even faster... pounding his stiff boner in and out of my dripping snatch like a piston... my heavy boobs bouncing around like crazy between us and slapping against his cheeks with every downward thrust. It didn’t take long before he rammed his thick hard-on as far as it would go inside me... then held it there, as he blasted rope after rope of hot, creamy splooge all over the walls of my overflowing cunt.

I continued to rock my hips... sliding up and down on his throbbing dick... watching the euphoric smile on his face, as he moaned and mumbled about how good it felt... while spewing more cum into my sodden pussy... until his nutsack was finally empty.

We sat like that for a few minutes... me straddling his lap... my heavy breasts squashed against his face... with his rigid hard-on shoved up inside my vagina... while we gasped for air and waited for our breathing to return to normal.

When we’d finally caught our breath, I climbed off his lap... pulling his still semi-hard dick from my pussy with a ‘plop’... then stood up between his legs and bent over... sucking his slimy penis into my mouth to clean it off, while he fondled my dangling breasts and toyed with my stiff, sensitive nipples.

When I was done with that, I shoved his softening prick back inside his shorts and pulled up his zipper... then grabbed my panties from the floor, and wiped up between my legs as best I could.

I pulled my blouse down over my wobbling boobs... adjusted my skirt back into place around my hips... then fell in step with Lorne, as we headed back to our gate... tossing my soiled undies into a nearby trash bin we passed along the way.

We saw that our flight was boarding as we got closer to our gate, so we had to run the last several yards to get in line with the few remaining passengers. Giggling to myself, I found my seat... about six rows back from Lorne’s... and plopped myself down, with a grateful... and satisfied... grin on my face.

When the flight attendant came by to close the overhead bins, I asked her if it would be OK to move to another seat, since only about a third of the plane was full. She glanced at Lorne... then smiled at me, and said, “Of course... once we’re in the air, you’re welcome to move to any open seat in the cabin.”

So, as soon as the wheels were up, I grabbed my bag, and moved up to the aisle seat next to Lorne, who was sitting comfortably in his window seat to my left. I shoved my carry-on under the seat in front of me, and smiled at Lorne... who smiled back, and said, “I was hoping you’d come join me.”

We chatted and laughed for about twenty minutes, as our flight got underway... eventually settling into a comfortable silence, as Lorne reclined his seat and closed his eyes, while I turned on my overhead light, and tried to read a little.

It was past ten o’clock, and the plane was completely dark, except for the running lights along the aisle between the rows of seats... and a few overhead lights where passengers were trying to read, while most of the others slept.

My mind was still overcharged from the crazy sex... and all the orgasms... I’d had back in the terminal... so reading wasn’t working out for me. I kept remembering Lorne’s cock in my hand... and my breasts flailing around between us, as I bounced up and down on his incredible hard-on... then reveling in my multiple climaxes, before running to catch our plane.

With these images dancing around in my mind, I closed my eyes and reached between my legs... realizing, with a smile, that I didn’t have panties on, since I’d thrown them away after getting fucked in the terminal. I chuckled softly as I noticed that my pussy was still totally wet with arousal from my earlier tryst with Lorne. I quickly found my tumid clitoris... and began rubbing it back and forth in earnest... moaning as quietly as I could... until another delicious orgasm washed over my body like a warm tidal wave.

Oh, my God... I couldn’t understand where all this sexual energy was coming from, but... holy, shit... that felt good!

I squeezed my knees together... trapping my probing fingers against my sensitive nub... then gently twerked my hips, as I relished the delightful paroxysms of pleasure exploding between my legs.

Even after savoring the heights of my climax, and its lingering aftermath... I could tell I was still a bit randy from all the recent sexual gratification I’d enjoyed. I hadn’t had that much sex... nor that many rapid orgasms... since college, over twenty years ago. I just couldn’t seem to get enough!

I looked over at Lorne... reclined back in his seat, and snoring softly... and got a wicked idea.

I checked the seats around us... there was no one across the aisle, nor within several rows in front, or behind us... and the flight attendants were buckled into their seats, since almost everyone on board was sleeping.

Grinning to myself, I reached over and put my hand lightly on Lorne’s knee... slowly moving my hand up his thigh... until I eventually found the lump between his legs. I began lightly squeezing the outline of his cock through his shorts... and smiled a little bigger when I felt it begin to swell.

Enjoying myself, I slowly unzipped Lorne’s shorts... reached inside and pulled out his semi-hard cock... then began gently fondling and stroking it with my left hand. To my delight, I saw a smile crease his face... and, even though he kept his eyes closed, I could tell he was awake when he spread his legs a little further apart to give me better access to his growing hard-on.

Looking around to make sure no one noticed, I picked up the pace and began stroking his stiffening rod, until it was fully erect... pointing straight up in the air... and throbbing in the palm of my pumping fist.

I grabbed the base of his thick shaft with one hand, and used my other hand to rub around the helmet-shaped tip of his straining boner... enjoying his little facial tics and contortions in the dim glow of my reading light, as he moaned softly and gently rocked his hips.

When his breathing began to catch, I figured he was about to cum.... so, I leaned over and sucked the head of his stiff hard-on into my mouth... just before he let out a muffled groan, and blasted rope after rope of warm, creamy jizzm against the back of my throat.

I swallowed his entire load... then continued jerking his thick shaft with my hand, as he spewed several more gobs of splooge onto my tongue until his nutsack was finally empty. I greedily swallowed all of that, too... then used my lips and tongue to clean off his slimy prick, before tucking it back into his shorts, and pulling up his zipper.

I loved that he didn’t say a word... and didn’t even open his eyes... he just let me play... smiling an appreciative, gratified smile... before quickly drifting back to sleep.

With my sexual fire finally quenched... and two more hours of flying time before landing in Chicago... I grinned... reclined my seat... and slipped into a blissful slumber for the rest of the flight.

When we arrived in Chicago, Lorne and I walked down to the baggage claim area, where he had a company driver waiting for him with his name on a placard. The driver joined us over by the luggage carousel, and the three of us waited for the suitcases to make their way around the conveyor belt to us.

Lorne and I chatted comfortably... like we’d known each other forever. When my suitcase arrived, I pointed it out, and Lorne grabbed it off the carousel for me. As he handed it over to me, he smiled and said, "Can I give you a ride somewhere? It’s a big car”, then he grinned, and added, “We’ll have the whole back seat.”

With herculean effort... and a regretful look on my face... I had to refuse, since I had arranged for a rental car to drive to my mother’s place just outside of downtown.

We hugged briefly, then waved to each other, while he and his driver remained by the turnstile waiting for Lorne’s luggage to arrive.

The three days in Chicago with my mother were great... we shopped along the Magnificent Mile every day, strolled through several of the downtown parks, and enjoyed my favorite lunch of all time... a “Chicago Style” hotdog from Portillo’s.

My return trip to Florida was a mid-day flight on Thursday afternoon. I was scheduled to arrive back in Miami airport right around dinner time, and my husband was planning to leave work a little early, so he could pick me up right outside the baggage claim area.

I made it to the Chicago airport, returned my rental car, and cleared security with about an hour to spare... so, I settled in at my gate, and pulled out a book to pass the time.

I’d been reading for about fifteen minutes, when I was startled by a familiar voice exclaiming, “No way!”

I looked up and was incredibly surprised to see Lorne standing in front of me... his laptop bag over his shoulder... and a huge smile plastered across his face.

We hugged and kissed “hello”, then sat next to each other at our gate.... sharing a “this can’t be happening” laugh together. We chatted comfortably about our respective Chicago activities over the past few days... laughing and joking... pretty much picking up right where we’d left off earlier that week when we’d first met.

Forty minutes later our flight to Florida was called over the loudspeaker, and we got in line to board with the other passengers. It was a full flight, and our seats were nowhere near each other, so we made our way down the aisle in the main cabin until we reached my seat. Lorne helped me shove my carry-on into the overhead compartment... then continued down the aisle to his seat several rows back.

When we arrived back in Miami, we found each other again at the luggage return bay... and stood next to each other... chatting like before... as we waited for our suitcases to be delivered.

In the middle of our conversation, Lorne offered to give me a ride home, since his car was in the parking garage outside, but I pointed to the passenger pick-up area, and said, “Oh, so tempting, but no... my husband is coming to get me.”

It was taking a long time for the luggage to arrive from the plane, and as we talked and laughed, I noticed that Lorne kept looking down my dress, checking out my boobs again. I was wearing a light-weight summer dress with a flair-bottom skirt that ended just above mid-thigh. It had a low-cut, elastic top and thin shoulder straps to hold it in place... which did little to keep my tits from wobbling about... and gave Lorne a pretty good angle to look at my tits... all the way down to my nipples.

Knowing that he was eyeing my breasts got me immediately turned on, as I vividly recalled what we’d done together the last time we were in this airport. I couldn’t help myself... I glanced at his crotch... and smiled when I saw that he was getting hard.

I reached over and playfully nudged his growing cock through his pants, and said, “Are you remembering what we did a few days ago?”

Staring at the bumps my nipples were making in the top of my dress, he adjusted his dick through his pants, and said, “No... I’m thinking about what I’d love to do to you right now.”

I blushed... again... and giggled... then looked over at the stationary carousel... wondering what the hell was taking so long for our suitcases to be delivered.

As I looked over the hordes of people waiting on their luggage, my eyes noticed a dimly lit hallway between the men’s and women’s restrooms just on the other side of our turnstile.

I poked Lorne with my elbow to get his attention... and, with a suggestive smile on my face... nodded over at the opening between the bathrooms. With a licentious grin, he saw what I saw, and nodded back... then the two of us quickly headed in that direction.

We slipped down the opening between the restrooms... then around the corner toward two locked storage rooms and a dead end hallway. It wasn’t totally dark, but the lighting was kind of dim... just enough for us to see what we were doing.

Lorne pushed me up against the wall, then pulled the top of my sundress down past my jiggling boobs, allowing them to spring free... swaying back and forth between us. He began mauling them with both hands, as we mashed our lips together... locked in a passionate, tongue-filled kiss.

I reached between us and quickly unbuckled his belt... unsnapped and unzipped his pants... then pushed them down to his thighs... fondling and stroking his already fully erect prick... and caressing his dangling nutsack.

With our lips still pressed together, Lorne released one of my tits, and reached underneath my dress to yank my panties down to my knees, then nudge my legs apart... as he stepped in between them and pushed himself up against me.

With one hand, I lined up the head of his boner with my already wet vagina opening... then used my other hand to grab one of his ass cheeks, and pull him into my crotch... hard... catching my breath... then letting out a guttural moan, as he entered my dripping wet pussy.

Holy shit, that felt incredible!

All the memories from the last time we did that just bounced around in my head, as his thick, rigid boner hit all the right spots inside me, and rubbed deliciously against my engorged clitoris.

Lorne began rocking his hips up and down... plowing his hard-on deeper and deeper into my drenched vagina... as I moaned into his open mouth, and mumbled about his incredible cock and how good it felt slamming in and out of my cunt.

I buried my face into his chest, as he grabbed my hips and picked up the pace... his angled strokes hitting my engorged nub perfectly. In no time, I let out a muffled squeal... followed by a keening moan... as a warm, tingly orgasm blossomed between my legs. Grabbing his butt with both hands, I encouraged him to pump harder, as I savored my amazing climax, and creamed all over his pounding prick.

“Oh, my God, Lorne... yeah... harder... fuck, yeah... keep going... goddamn, I love your cock... holy shit... yeah... keep going...”

Still slamming me up against the wall, Lorne got the message... grabbed my hips, and hammered away at my quivering snatch.

With the din of tumbling suitcases and loud chatter of travelers milling around the baggage claim area, I was sure that no one could hear the noises we were making... so I wasn’t too worried when I let out a muffled shriek... much louder than I intended... as another incredibly intense orgasm ripped through my entire body.

After a few more thrusts, Lorne caught his breath... then moaned into my ear, as he grunted... crammed his hard-on as far into me as it would go... and blasted rope after rope of hot, creamy jizzm all over the walls of my overflowing cunt. He continued to pound away between my legs... emptying his nutsack... and relishing the warm, tingly sensations of his release... as semen from his climax leaked out from around his thrusting shaft, and dribbled onto the floor between our legs... some of it even landing in my panties, stretched between my knees.

When he was finally done cumming, Lorne leaned against me... both of use resting heavily against the wall... with my legs spread, and his stiff prick shoved deep inside my vagina... as we gasped for air, and fought to catch our breath.

After our breathing returned to normal, he took a step back... pulling his spent prick out of my pussy... then stood in front of me with his beautiful, semi-hard cock dangling loosely between his legs.

With an appreciative grin, I looked at it swaying back and forth... then bent over and sucked the head of his slimy prick into my mouth. I used my tongue and lips to clean it off... before giving it a few playful strokes... then shoving it back into his pants, and pulling up his zipper.

As he snapped his pants and buckled his belt, I tucked my boobs back into the top of my dress... then, finished pulling off my panties, and... once again... used them to wipe away the cum dripping down the inside of my thighs.

I wadded my soiled undies up... then raised up on my tip-toes and gave Lorne a quick “thank you” kiss on the cheek... saying, “I need to clean up in the ladies’ room real quick, before my husband picks me up.”

With a satisfied smile on my face, I gave him a wave... then turned and headed for the door to the women’s restroom... tossing yet another pair of ruined panties into the trash bin on the way... while Lorne walked over to the luggage carousel... found his bags... and stepped outside the exit leading to the parking garage.

Coming out of the bathroom, I could see my suitcase making its way around the baggage turnstile... all by itself... probably for the tenth time. I pulled it off the belt... then rolled it out to the pick-up area where my husband was waiting for me with the car running. I hurriedly tossed my bag into the trunk, climbed into the car on the passenger side... then leaned over, gave him a peck on the lips, and thanked him for getting off work early to come pick me up.

As we pulled away from the airport pick-up area, my husband looked over at me and asked, “So, how was your visit with your mother?”

I grinned, as I looked out my window... watching the familiar landscape streaming past the car... and said, “Honestly, hon... it was the best trip ever.”