Airports are all the same. Bright, florescent lights, sliver and light great plastic walls, black rubber neon yellow signs marking “Departures”, “Terminal 2”, “Gate 4-8”. By 10pm on a thursday night Gatwick airport departures area is mostly quiet. No flights past 11pm and most of the cafes closed, with only WHSmith open for business. It’s the last place I imagine myself having a sexual lesbian encounter…

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I’m sitting upstairs at “The Beehive” which is a pub and has everything you’d expect from a pub at the airport. My bangers’n’mash lies half eaten, and I’m speculating whether or not to order a mocktail. My eyes wander to the bar to gage out the queue and whether or not I’m that thirsty when I spot her. She’s tall, slim and has short, curly black hair which is tied up in a bun. A grey cardigan hangs off her shoulders, revealing white tank top sleeves. Under the light, her skin makes me think of the caramel sundae I had been thinking of ordering. Now instead though, my thoughts go to ordering her instead.

I toy with this idea for a while, then decide it would be stupid. After all, she’s just another traveller making her way through another airport. I watch as she takes a seat in the booth next to mine, sitting, in fact, directly across from me. She has a cup of something steaming. Then I noticed a badge on her top.

“It’s rare for me to meet medics.” I call out, loud enough for her to hear above the general dim of the pub. She looks confused and startled but since I’ve started now, there’s no going back. “I’m in engineering myself, although I’ll be damned if we redshirts aren’t cursed.” She gets the joke and to my immense relief she laughs. I go on to ask her how the hot chocolate is, and that I was thinking of ordering one. I’m not a huge fan of hot chocolate, but five minutes later I am sat in her booth next to her with my own cup. Whipped cream and all.

She has a beautiful laugh, which reminds me of wind chimes. I ask her where she is flying out to, and after a while, completely to my own surprise, she asks me if I’d like to join her in her hotel room. I didn’t even know Gatwick had hotel rooms. For a quick moment, a flag goes up in my head, that an airport stranger is inviting me back to her room. I’m not experienced with these things, and I’ve come across a lot more confident than I truly am.

We make our way up to her room, which is tiny, efficient and has pink led lights setting a scene right out of a spy film. The air conditioning is on low, making the room a little more than cool. We step inside and she immediately starts to undress. I don’t want to seem clumsy in this situation, and so I start taking my clothes off too. Everything feels so surreal I can’t really comprehend it, but she smells of jasmine flowers and oranges. Her skin is so silky to the touch, almost as if she has been carved out of marble. Her limbs are long and lethal, slipping under the covers, which perfectly outline her slim frame and small but plush breasts. Her nipples stand erect and tall, making me think this cold air-con stuff is alright.

Once naked I slide under the covers with her, feeling her arms embrace me, wrap around my neck and pull me in. Her lips are full, her tongue snaking out as she kisses me deeply. I light up like a flame, nervousness disappearing as my body starts taking control over my brain. My hands start to lightly caress her body, weaving their way down her waist and around her firm bum. She has a perfect body, which I can’t quite believe I’m touching. For no real reason, I decide to spank her. A quick, firm slap on her left cheek, which gets me a small yelp and very mischievous smile. Suddenly I know what to do, I feel in control and I love it.

I get up, and push her onto all fours. I take my hand, poise it above her buttocks, give her a flash of a smile and bring it down. The sound of contact fills the room and she gasps. I rub the area, which is already slightly flushed, then quickly repeat the process. I can tell from her way her body is slightly trembling that she wants more. My hand, roaming over her behind, wanders down a little to discover that she’s soaking. I slip a finger into her moistness, then bring the finger to my mouth to taste her. She tastes rich and musky. I look over at her, tutting at how aroused she is. Then I give her a succession of three spanks, making the flush on her left cheek blossom into pink flowers, ripening across the cheek. She all but collapses into the bed.

Her breathing is heavy and quick, her eyes half closed but staring at me in lust and caution. I let her lie on her back, and let my hands fall onto her firm breasts. I lightly squeeze and meld them in under my hands, rolling each nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I bend down to start kissing her neck, down her collarbone before slowly running my tongue over one nipple. I lick it slowly, round and around, flicking and the bud, before moving to the other one. I keep up this tentative licking until I have her writhing underneath me, her back arched trying to press herself closer. Finally I decide to take one breast in my mouth, suckling hard whilst my hand enfolds the other breast. She’s panting, gasping, loving it but wanting more. I let my hand roam further down and start playing with her clitoris which is begging under it’s little hood. Her gasps become moans, and I switch between breasts to feed on.

Her hands are clutching my hair, pulling lightly, pushing, not sure where she wants my head to go. I  look up, take my wet fingers and push them into her mouth. She obediently starts sucking on her own juices, which I can smell, and I smile at her. As she continues sucking on my fingers, I take my other hand and give a quick slap on her breast. She gasps, biting down on my fingers. I suck in my breath, showing her my disapproval and deliver another slap across the sensitive area. She moans out loud, closing her eyes, a smile playing on her delicate face.

I decide now is the moment to push her over the edge. I quickly position myself in front of her opening, and start lapping quickly at her clitoris, before letting my tongue roam a little further downwards, and take in the rest of her. Her juices are over flowing, practically drowning me, as I work her hard and fast. I use two fingers to fuck her briskly whilst my tongue touches everything sensitive. I am sure every room close to us can hear her moaning, which is getting louder and more high pitched. I insert a third finger and work a steady rhythm, concentrating on small, fast licks against her clitoris. I feel her thighs clamp against my head, feel her pushing herself further into me, her body shaking, wetness that I don’t catch running down and creating a puddle on the mattress sheet. Her body trembles harder, shaking, legs really clamping into me when suddenly she breaks, overflows into my mouth and shudders, body falling back, breath short, gasping, moaning, unable to control herself.

I let go of her, watch as the after waves of her climax continue to rock her body. Her eyes are closed, her body glistening from sweat. I watch her as her breathing slows down, as she calms herself, and I calculate how many more times I can make her cum before I have to go catch my flight.