It was early, even for me. I'm the type that went to school when the doors were still locked. Not a pet, just...eager for a change of scenery. But even given my predilection for arriving early, this was very early. I had three hours to kill before my flight. Oh yes, I had a book, but what good is a book in people-watching central?
I stopped for enough beer to keep me occupied, but not so much to send me to an airplane bathroom more than once. Shiner Bock, fresh off the tap. Yes, please, 22 ounces.
I tried not to notice the oh so loud women on the other side of the bar. I tried not to notice the man sitting at the end of the bar also trying not to notice the oh so loud women.
It didn't work. Eye contact, a moment of wry humor shared. Who spoke first? Does it matter? Soon entangled in a resume exchange and business travel woes conversation. He was small and wiry and sharp, like a hungry fox. Something about his eyes made me prey.
We were on the same flight, of course. He to Baltimore, me to Tampa. A wishbone of luck. Delays, delays, the bar closed. We sat whispering and giggling, the innuendos coming hard and fast.
Another delay announced, another chance granted. I lick my lips, his fox eyes track my tongue's movement. A quick walk to a deserted corridor, there is time, yes, there is time. On my knees, quick, in this corner, a fly unzipped, a soft cock exposed. My mouth was so greedy and wet.
It was over in an instant, in my mouth and down my throat while he twitched like the fox in a trap.
Later, sly glances from his row to mine. From the connecting airport, taunting text messages. My further delay, his eventual return to Baltimore. Nothing more happened, but I would have worn his skin like a stole for the night.
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