tagErotic CouplingsThe Airport

The Airport

byBradBigBrain©

I want to thank my lover who is the inspiration for this story. If you stay tuned, there may be more to the adventures of Lynn and Brad.



The Intro

My lover, Lynn, and I hadn't seen each other in months.

Her home life was extremely demanding and she just couldn't get away. She was trapped in a loveless marriage and was staying because of her daughter and her husband's earning power, which allowed them to live in a big home in a great neighborhood. And that was so her daughter could attend one of the finest public schools in the country.

My name is Brad, and at one time I was flying high financially with all the businesses I was involved with and the buying and selling of them. Unfortunately, during the great recession, I lost almost everything – my wife, most of the businesses, the money, my homes, the plane, but not my car - a beautiful turquoise retro Thunderbird convertible. I was now living the bachelor life and after years of living with someone, I really got to like being alone.

What I didn't like was being apart from my lover. No matter how much we tried, it never seemed like it was enough. We texted, we Skyped, we phoned, we wrote emails, but nothing seemed to satisfy our needs to be with each other. I missed her touch. I missed her smell. I missed her laugh. I missed her passion. Mostly I missed her passion.

We had finally met and had a too short long weekend at a beach house in the Outer Banks. This was the first time we had met after talking for a year. We met through mutual friends who thought Lynn was lonely and good old Brad was depressed. They were right and after a bit of shyness on both or our parts, we were soon making love, then fucking like wild animals.

I learned a lot about Lynn that weekend. I learned that she liked to be dominated. I learned that she was a brat. I learned that she would push my buttons to make me go to a dark place. I learned that she loved forced sex. I learned that she had no safe words.

I guess we both learned a lot about me, too.

What did I learn about myself? I discovered that I was a natural dominant. With all relationships especially Dom/sub or D/s if you will, it can get a little tricky. The reason I say I discovered I was naturally dominant is because of the things that I've read and how that part of my personality came out when I was with my little, Lynn.

I wasn't too demonstrative of the fact; I didn't wear the stereotypical costume. I wasn't into chains and showing explicitly that I was in charge. It was just the way that I behaved. One thing is, I have never based any relationship on sex, I based it on attraction, love, and respect. And even though I was extremely attracted to Lynn physically, it was more of how we connected than anything else.

So, that first weekend we spent together, we spent a lot of time getting to know each other and explored our complementary natures. Neither of us self-declared at that time, but it was readily apparent what roles we were going to fall into. I was in charge and she wanted me to be in charge. She was always a little brat and that's the role she took on and another part of her that made me more attracted to her.

Since that first time we had always been angling for a way that we could spend some more time together, but it never seemed to work out. For example, I was traveling back from my boyhood home and drove through her state. She was unable to break free that weekend, even though we were both champing at the bit to do so.

I got a call one day from my little, Lynn.

"Hey...it's me."

"Really? I would never have guessed."

"Cut it out, Brad, you know I always get nervous when I call you."

"Yeah, I do know that, because usually you're calling me for one thing and one thing only."

"Yes, but, I do have something else."

"Seriously? And what would that be?"

"Well, I don't want to tell you until after...

"Until after, what, baby?"

She could only laugh nervously and said, "C'mon, Brad, don't make me say it."

"Say what?"

"You know..."

"No, baby, I don't know. Tell me," I said quietly, yet forcefully.

"Brad. I want you. I need to cum. I need you to make me cum. Please, Brad."

For the next 10 minutes Lynn and I talked on the phone like we always did whenever she could get alone time. I would start by asking what she was wearing and tell her to remove items of her clothing. Then it would progress from there. These sessions were always short, sweet, and fucking hot as hell. Lynn was already about ready to cum just because she was alone, and because she was alone, she was going to call me and because she was calling me, she was going to cum and cum really hard.

I coaxed her through a series of orgasms, by talking to her and telling her all of the things she wanted to have done to her, and all of the things I was going to do to her. I could hear her vibrator in the background of her moans and requests. Her voice was what always did it for me. I would almost be instantly hard as soon as I saw it was her calling. At the end of the phone sex session, we were both out of breath as if we had had a fuck marathon, which we had, but not physical.

"So, baby, what was the second thing you wanted to talk to me about?"

The Prelude

Lynn breathlessly and nervously told me that she was going to do something different with her life. The something different was to start her own business. There was going to be a conference in my area about business franchising and she had told her husband that she was planning to attend to find out if she could invest in herself. He had agreed.

I was ecstatic for two reasons. Having been an entrepreneur my entire adult life, I was happy for her, but I was happier that it would give us the opportunity to be together. I had told her on many occasions that I wanted her in my bed and that it was lonely there without her next to me.

"Brad, I have some good news and bad news. The good news is that I am coming to see you. The bad news is in order to keep up appearances; I'm going to have to get a hotel room. I hope you're not disappointed with me."

Such was our relationship. She was worried that I'd be angry that she wouldn't be joining me in my bed. And instead would have to spend time with me in a swanky hotel. I was overjoyed. I knew the area and there were some really nice hotels that we could go to. I was instantly going through the rolodex of area hotels in my head.

She told me that the conference would be in a few weeks and my heart sank a little bit. I was hoping it was closer in time, but that was not to be.

Then she made a request, "Brad, I want us to hold off until then."

"Hold off?"

"Yes. I want us to not engage in our usual activities until we get together."

"What?" I asked, not very happily. "No phone sex? No hearing you cum so fucking hard? I don't know..."

She broke in, "and there's another thing...."

"There's more?" I interrupted.

"Yes, sir. I don't want you to masturbate over the next three weeks."

"Holy fuck, baby. No jerking off?"

"No, Brad. I don't want you to do that. Is that OK?"

"Damn, baby. I'll do anything for you. I just want to see you."

"Promise me, OK? I think the time will go fast."

"I promise. Wait...are you going to make the same promise to me? Can YOU go 3 weeks without cumming?"

"Yes. I am making the same promise to you."

It felt like that famous Seinfeld episode. And it would have been except that there was no bet. She'd had a history of losing bets, by the way. Because we had made a promise to each other it was even more solid. It was a matter of trust and respect. I felt confident that I would make it until she made her way to me.

The little brat that Lynn was, I should have figured out that the three weeks was going to be a long hard road. Every day she sent me sexy pictures. At first they were pictures from tumblr of things that she knew I liked. There were lots of FFM pictures and people having group sex. I fought fire with fire and sent her lots of pictures of men dominating women, of men spanking women, of sexy women's asses with bruises and marks, of women's' breasts with hickeys and bite marks. We were both ready to burst.

Then she upped the ante. Every day she sent me a selfie. And every day they got sexier and sexier. The first day she sent me a picture of herself in only a bra. Her nipples were so hard they were visible through the dense fabric of that bra. Then she'd send me a picture of a sheer bra with her nipples visible through the transparent fabric, and then she started sending me pictures of her bare breasts. I was totally enthralled. Worse yet, I had no response.

My balls were bluer than blue.

The day that she was coming to see me was the worst. She had recorded a phone session of us both fucking each other on the phone. All of the preliminaries had been cut; it was only the juicy parts. It was a recording of both of us cumming. I was groaning into the phone and telling her deeply that I was cumming. She was breathing deeply in her usual sexy way. Then she was saying all the things that in our phone sessions would make me hard as a rock and would also make me cum in buckets.

I was so close to coming, but I wouldn't dare. I so wanted to.

All of a sudden, our sexy recording went silent. Then her voice came over the recording.

"See you soon, lover. No matter what you do...and I know you want to...do not cum."

I smiled to myself. One thought popped into my head as my hard cock subsided and precum oozed out.

"You fucking brat."

She Comes

After three weeks of us teasing and not cumming, the day of her arrival finally came. It was delicious torture. She had made a game of the delay and she was absolutely right, the time flew. Every teasing day was better than the previous and now I felt like a ravenous wild animal.

I drove my blue T-bird to our airport in Mayberry RFD. The airport wasn't that small as it is considered an International airport, but it wasn't LaGuardia or O'Hare. I knew the lay of the land because of my many travels and also because my plane used to be housed there. I knew almost all the workers there.

It was the perfect night for a ride in the convertible. It was clear and warm and the nighttime sky was full of stars. I was dressed for the ride, too – a nice pair of dress shorts and a light polo shirt.

The parking lot was almost empty and the cars that were parked were there for the long-term. There was a security guard on duty and he had no issues with me going to my usual spot. It was in the farthest area of the lot and it was very secluded. I parked there all the time to protect my car from the dings and arrows of outrageous people who park their cars in a hurry.

I was early. Her flight wasn't due to arrive for at least another half an hour. So, I took my time walking to the arrival terminal. I hadn't even seen her and yet, there was a familiar stirring down there and I felt like I was already getting aroused just thinking of her.

Gus, the security guy was on duty as I walked past the booth he stood guard in.

"Hey, Mr. Quinn, I haven't seen you in a while."

"Hey there, Gus. How've you been?"

"Can't complain."

"Gus, would you do me a favor? Would you make sure nobody parks near my car?" I asked as I slipped him a tip.

"Mr. Quinn, you know I do that for you."

"I know you do, buddy. Thanks!"

"No problem."

I walked the rest of the way to the terminal. I should say I ambled. I looked around, read the billboards, looked at the Arrivals board about 20 times. And the last time I looked, Lynn's plane had landed. I stood at the terminal gate waiting. And waiting. And looking at each and every lady who was going through the gate.

The crowd from Lynn's plane was thinning out. I started getting concerned that she didn't make it, but then she would have told me.

I muttered under my breath, "Shit. I can't believe this. Fuck. She missed her plane. Dammit."

Looking down at my cell phone, I checked the texts. I checked Skype. I checked my voicemail. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

I looked up. And there she was. I was never so happy to see someone. Her smile lit up the airport. And then my frown from one second ago turned to a smile, too. We saw each other for the first time in months. She then ran to me. She dropped her carry-on bag, jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs around my back, and kissed me.

We kissed passionately, tongues intertwined for a while. We didn't care who watched us. We were lost in our very own kissing world. My hands roamed from her back to her sexy ass and from my ass grabbing, I could tell she was either wearing a thong or no panties at all under her beautiful sun dress. I felt she wasn't wearing a bra either.

Lynn had her arms around my neck and I was thinking to myself, "holy fuck. I could fuck her right here right now." I'm glad I had freedom of movement in my shorts because I was literally thinking of a broom closet or a family rest room to go to to take her right then and there.

I had other plans, though.

We stopped kissing; I picked up her bag, took her hand in mine and started walking toward the door. I was so immersed in my plan that I didn't stop to think that maybe she had another bag to get and the baggage carousel.

"Ground Control to Major Tom," she said and broke my day dream.

"Um...hey..."

"Where did you go?"

"I'm sorry, baby, I was just thinking."

"Well, do you think you could take me to get my other bag?"

"OK. Sure, baby."

"Unless you want to go get the car and pick me up."

"No, love, let's go to the car together."

We walked over to the carousel and there was only one lonely bag going around and around on it.

"I take it this is yours?" I picked up her bag, and then started again for the door.

She took her smaller carry-on bag and said, "Brad, would you mind if I freshened up a bit?" and pointed to the loo.

"No, I don't mind. Take your time." I lied.

Standing outside the ladies room is something most men have grown accustomed to. There were 3 other men standing there engrossed in some conversation about some sporting even that was happening, but I was thinking about my girl.

Lynn was wearing a very beautiful multi-colored, flowery sun dress -- no bra, perhaps no panties. The way she was walking made most of the men stare at her and then wink at me. I would always give her a hard time about the fact that she didn't think she was beautiful. Like most ladies, she would compare herself to others, not too favorably. She had a cute, yet voluptuous look to her; because that's the way she wanted to look. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail that swayed to and fro when she walked.

She came out rather quickly looking like a million dollars, if in fact a million dollars had very large breasts and showed a lot of cleavage.

She looked at the other men who were staring at her chest, took my hand in hers and said, "C'mon, my handsome man, let's go."

The moment I had been waiting for was upon us. I walked with her out the terminal and into the car parking lot. I nodded to Gus, the security guard as we walked by and he gave me a mini salute.

"Is that your car way over there?"

"Yes, it is."

It was imperceptible almost, but I could feel her hands warming up and maybe getting moist. Was that the warmer weather? Or was she anticipating my plan?

"Is it warm here or is it me?"

"It's probably warmer here than where you came from, but if you're feeling anything like I do, you're heating up, too."

We talked a little bit more as we approached the car. I opened the trunk with my key fob and we put her bags in back. I walked her over to the passenger side, opened her door for her and let her in the car.

I stood there looking down at her. She was breathing heavily from readiness and nervousness and her creamy white breasts were moving up and down. Lynn tried to move her legs so that she could put them in the car, but I blocked her.

I kissed her roughly. I pulled her face to mine as I dropped to my knees on the grass next to the parking lot. I moved my hands down to her dress and lifted up the material exposing her sexy legs. The area was secluded and nobody could see. Still she fought me.

She pulled away from me and tried to shove my hands way. I was too strong. I kept my hands right where they were, pulling the material from her legs higher and higher. She kept her legs clamped together. I put my hands on her knees and pulled her legs apart, one of them hit the door and the other hit the front of the dashboard. She gasped.

Her panties were now exposed and in the dim light of the parking lot, I could see that they were dusky pink and it was a thong and she was soaking wet.

"Hmmm....what do we have here?" I said as I lowered my head.

She was still fighting me, but I held her down. I could smell her sexy pussy and soon I was going to taste it. I had her down with one arm, and with the other hand, I pulled her panties off her and yanked them down to her ankles. I heard them tear and I heard her gasp. Her beautifully trimmed pussy was now exposed and it was mine. I pulled her legs farther apart. Her pussy lips were separating and I could see how she was sopping wet.

Simultaneously, I jammed my index finger inside her and quickly put my mouth on her cunt and started sucking. I was hungry for her pussy. I wanted to devour her. I want to lick her cunt dry.

"Brad, we can't do this. Not here. We can't."

I lifted my head from her and said, "We can and we will. You want this. I know you do."

"Please, baby, what if someone sees?" She said and continued to struggle.

"Then guess they'll get one helluva show."

I shoved her legs apart and again dove in. Her words were coming out in short quick breaths. She was begging me to stop. I kept it up. My index finger found her g-spot and I was rewarded with a torrent of pussy juice coming from her cunt and into my mouth.

My moans were unbridled. I wanted more and moaned that into her cunt as I kept eating her. I wanted more of her cunt juice. She was flooding my mouth and no longer protesting or fighting. She gave in. She gave in to the pleasure that I was giving her. Her pussy started bucking against my face. Her juices were flowing out of my mouth and down my chin and all over the car.

She was almost incoherent. She was whispering and moaning. I could hear her say, "oh fuck. Oh god. Eat me. Use your tongue. Please lick me, Brad."

I kept up the pressure. I kept licking her clit and fingering her cunt.

She had her first orgasm just then and I held her down and kept eating.

"Brad, stop. You motherfucker, you have to stop. I can't take anymore. Please."

Tears were streaming down her face. Her hips were bucking, even though I was holding her down tightly and firmly.

"Stop. You have to. You have to. I can't cum again like that. Stop."

Then she stopped talking and focused on riding me. I let go, she was in control of her orgasm at that a moment. She was rubbing her clit up and down on my tongue and she was past sopping wet and was in a gushing state. She began cumming again. The words coming out similar to the last time. She held my head down and pulled me closer to her, if that was possible.

"Now you have to stop. Please, Brad, if you keep going, I'm going to pass out."

This time I pulled off, I stood up, pulled my cock out of my shorts and showed it to her inches from her face. My heavy balls and cock were surrounded by my cock ring and she took a breath in as she stared at it.

Brad's Turn

Lynn closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and waited for me to put my hard cock in her mouth. I grabbed her by the hair, pulled it back, and stared down at her. Her dress was still hiked up and the way I was standing between her legs kept her pussy exposed.

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