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6
Harper really hated this part of traveling. After spending almost a week at the German finance conference, she was stuck waiting for her airport shuttle that would get her to the terminal way too early. Inevitably, she would tell herself to sleep in on her next work trip and rent a cab, and inevitably, she would be too frugal to spend the money on a cab and the cycle would restart.
The conference was a long, memorable affair. Harper tried not to dwell on the aspects that she would probably regret. Happily, when her ride pulled up to the hotel, the vehicle turned out to be a large shuttle van, without any other passengers to annoy her. She was dressed in the same comfy yellow hoodie and yoga pants that she wore on her flight in, having overpacked her business attire and underpacking casual clothes. It was gross to wear an outfit she had already travelled in, but her other clothes seemed too uncomfortable for the long flight.
The driver was not chatty which was one of Harper’s favorite cultural aspects of Germans. The ride to the airport seemed quick to her, but it was early morning and that may have had to do with her dozing off. As expected, they pulled up to the airport unnecessarily early. There were more than three hours till her flight.
She exited the shuttle and thanked the driver and made her way inside the terminal with the air of someone accustomed to regular travel. The airport wasn’t busy, and things went smoothly until her carryon was pulled for further inspection at security. Harper mistakenly left her bulk-sized contact lens solution with her toiletries, forgetting to put it in the checked luggage. She watched as the security agent emptied the toiletry bag’s contents onto a counter. The agent waved the large sloshing bottle of solution with incriminating gusto before tossing it in the garbage. But Harper was glad for the agent’s fixed attention on the bottle because, immediately before finding the solution, the agent placed Harper’s electric razor on the counter.
There was little likelihood that anyone would notice, but Harper did; the short dark curly hair pinched in the plastic seam of the razor’s handle. As much as she wished it wasn’t the case, the razor, specifically it’s vibrating handle, became something of a crutch for the young woman throughout the conference. Since that insane and unforgettable night with Mathias, she kept to her word. Harper hadn’t seen or contacted the man, but that didn’t mean she succeeded in getting him out of her mind.
Within a day of their encounter, Harper felt the return of that undeniable itch. Her deep-seeded, lascivious desire was hard to ignore and, to avoid making another regrettable decision, she masturbated repeatedly in her hotel room. That very morning, she tried to take care of her needs, using the electric razor to speed up the process so she wouldn’t miss her shuttle. But the razor, unsatisfyingly, ran out of batteries. In desperation, Harper resorted to pushing the smooth round handle deep into her vagina, all the while wishing it was bigger. But her intimate session took too long, and an alarm sounded from her phone. The shuttle would arrive within the next ten minutes.
The haphazard packing necessitated by her rush caused her to pack the contact solution in the wrong place. It also prevented Harper from taking a moment to clean the ignominious electric razor, creating the embarrassing comedy where she was forced to watch as the security agent displayed the razor, which reeked of her vagina and had a pube sticking out of the side, for any passing travelers to see. Realistically, nobody noticed anything, but that didn’t quell her anxiety.
The seemingly interminable struggle to get through security actually took almost no time at all. There was still almost three hours until flight boarding. Harper texted Kyle, complaining about her own overly conservative choice to take the early shuttle, and then wandered about the terminal for a while, finding her gate and looking at the food options nearby before deciding she wasn’t hungry. She wanted to sleep and made her way to the premium lounge in search of quiet.
The lounge was pretty standard but had comfier chairs and softer lighting. Aside from a few other business travelers, it was pretty empty. Harper found a quiet secluded and curled up on one of the sofas and drifted to sleep.
After about an hour, she awakened naturally, the strong smell of fresh coffee in the air. Curiously, what appeared to be a fresh cup of SXXXXXXXs coffee, was balanced on the wide, flat armrest of the sofa. Harper now really wanted coffee and wondered who would leave their cup on someone else’s seat. She looked up and found the answer. It almost made sense to her, as though the outcome was inescapable. Mathias sat at a table about twenty feet from her, cordially raising his matching cup of coffee.
Harper didn’t go over to him, instead choosing to pantomime her question to confirm that Mathias brought her the drink. He did. She mouthed a ‘thank you’ and took a cautious sip. The coffee was good, but she noticed the yellow sleeve of her hoodie and realized how frumpy she must have looked in her travel clothes. It probably didn’t help her appearance that she was just asleep. Harper fixed her posture and blinked hard in an attempt to stave away the vacant, sleepy expression she undoubtedly had on her face. But Harper’s fatigue allowed her to enjoy the drink without worrying over the context of the situation. The two of them sat and drank their drinks together, taking turns stealing glances.
After waking up a bit, Harper considered that she was being a bit rude. The next time she caught Mathias’ eye, she gestured an invitation to come over. Since their encounter last was supposed to be a one-night thing, she had to accept that they may run into each other on occasion. At least that’s what she told herself.
“Good morning. You seemed a little crashed out. I thought you might need some caffeine.’ said Mathias, taking a seat on a chair across from her. “How’d the end of the conference go for you?”
“Oh fine.” said Harper timidly, trying to fix her posture. “Thanks for the coffee. Are you waiting on a flight?”
“Yeah, I’m delayed. How about you?”
“I’m weirdly terrified of missing flights and got here way too early.”
They chitchatted about banal subjects that they found interesting, supply chain bottlenecks and currency exchanges. It was a perfectly acceptable way for a pair of professionals to pass the time at an airport, but as they continued to talk, Harper grew discomforted. As much as she tried to ignore it, she couldn’t.
“Sorry, I need to freshen up a bit.” said Harper, getting up and hurrying to the restroom.
She looked a little pale, clumsily dragging her unbalanced carryon behind her. After entering a stall, she pulled down her pants and underwear to survey the damage. It really was ridiculous. All she did was talk to the man. Sure, she noticed how good he looked in his smart casual outfit and even allowed her eyes to seek out the slight indication of bulge in his pants, but that didn’t account for her current situation. Her crotch was a sopping mess. She could feel the moistening discharge while she sat and talked with Mathias. Because she was, admittedly, more well lubricated than most women and wore pantiliners, it wasn’t cause for immediate alarm, but, as they continued talking it didn’t stop. Harper started to worry she got her period and finally made up her mind to run for the restroom.
She didn’t get her period. Instead, she found her panties drenched through with dewy strands of arousal fluid spanning the gap between her crotch and underwear. She removed her pants and sullied underwear and rifled through her carryon for a spare pair. Thankfully, there was still one fresh pair available, even if they were her granny panties.
Since the mess she made was clearly caused not just because of Mathias, but also her inability to climax earlier that morning. She considered if it made sense to masturbate in the bathroom stall before going back out but worried it might take a while and didn’t want to leave Mathias wondering what was taking her so long. That same thought spurred her into action. She quickly wiped herself and redressed and tucked her sodden panties into the carryon.
It was inconvenient that Mathias was in the lounge. Harper felt obliged not to avoid him. The whole situation would have been easier if she didn’t want to be around him, if he was annoying or unlikeable. Then it would be simple to either rudely excuse herself, or grit through a couple hours with him without worrying about ruining another pair of panties. But he was there, and Harper complacently returned to her seat across from him.
Mathias was attentively reading something on his phone and didn’t notice Harper until she sat down.
“Oh! Check this out.” said Mathias.
Data had just released that caused a stir in the Asian markets. Mathias moved to sit next to Harper and show her the falling indexes that he had pulled up on his phone. Harper shied away from him, trying to wear a normal expression on her face while inching away from him.
“I’m sorry. Was acting too familiar?” said Mathias, immediately clocking Harper’s reaction.
“No, I–” and Harper couldn’t think of what to say next. “I’m a little agitated.”
“Agitated?”
She dropped her voice. “Horny.”
“Are you serious?”
Harper couldn’t believe she admitted it. The stiff look of embarrassment on her face was all the answer Mathias needed for his question.
“And you want some space?” asked Mathias.
“Yes– and no.” answered Harper. “I’m being way too honest. And you’re fine.” She absentmindedly rested her hand on his chest in what was meant to be, a reassuring gesture. After realizing what she was doing, she hastily withdrew her hand.
“It’s alright,” said Mathias gently taking her hand in his. “If we’re being ‘too honest’, I’ll admit that it’s not completely out of my system either.”
“It?” Her voice was laced with a hopeful quality.
“It is the wrong word. You. You aren’t out of my system. I have thought more than a little about that night.”
They drew nearer one another, their eyes fixed. It was too intense too quickly, and Harper had to look away. But, instead of turning or getting up, she dropped her head forward and rested it against his chest. Mathias instinctively put his arm around her. She didn’t retreat from his warm embrace but glanced out at the lounge and noticed an older gentleman discreetly watching her and Mathias. What must he think? Has he been watching the whole time? They were not in private, but that didn’t change how she felt.
“If there was something we could do to get over It, would you?” Harper whispered. She let her fingers caress softly along the top of his thigh.
“You’re speaking hypothetically?” he replied.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, hypothetically, yes, and actually, also yes.”
“I’m being crazy. What would we do, just sneak off to the bathroom? We’d get arrested.”
“It would be a crazy thing, but you wouldn’t typically get arrested in Germany for it.”
“And how would you know that?”
“I know because I know.”
Mathias gave her a furtive smile. Harper sat up and peered around to see if anyone was looking. The gentleman from before was getting coffee at the samovar and had his back to them. She reached down and felt for Mathias penis through his pants.
After letting out a heavy, unsteady breath, she said, “OK.”
Her body moved rigidly as she tried to walk normal but not rush as she crossed the room. Mathias was still on the sofa, presumably waiting a moment to avoid being too conspicuous. The hall leading to the restrooms was lined with doors. Harper waited impatiently. Her phone buzzed, and Kyle’s name and a goofy picture of the two of them appeared on the screen. It made her feel bad.
She remembered a vacation she went on with Kyle. The two of them were on the beach in the late afternoon. It was raining hard, but they were sheltered comfortably in their rented cabana, sipping cocktails and watching the turbulent ocean. They started kissing and feeling each other and becoming aroused. They both wanted it. The beach was empty, it was getting dark, and the cabana offered them a bit of privacy besides, but she wouldn’t take the risk. What if somehow, some way, someone caught us? Kyle said he understood and tried not to let his frustration show.
Now, without any good reason outside of her base instincts, and, without any hope of privacy, somehow, some way, she was going to have sex with Mathias. He finally came striding down the hallway.
“It’s up to you.” he said passing her and stepping into the men’s restroom.
The restroom was bright and clean; the artificially fresh smell of deodorizer hung in the air. Harper entered tremulously. She’d never stepped into a men’s restroom before.
“It’s just us.” said Mathias reassuringly as he met her in the center of the room.
The first time they kissed, the two of them were in bed together. This time, Mathias needed to stoop down to meet Harper’s lips. She reached up and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck as they kissed; soft and slow and repeatedly. The interaction was almost reserved but tinged with a sultry aspect which impended their chosen course. The door behind them rattled in its frame. They stopped, but the interruption was only caused by a change in air pressure from the outside hall.
“It’d probably be better if we didn’t just stand in the open.” said Mathias. Harper nodded in agreement.
They entered one of the stalls. It was large with privacy walls which were flush to the floor and ceiling, unlike its American counterparts. Mathias slipped off his quarter-zip sweater and hung it on the coat-hook. He wore a powder blue collared shirt and a pair of dark chinos. The two of them resumed kissing, slow and moist and probably louder than they needed to.
The moment was intoxicating for Harper in ways she was yet to comprehend. Aside from the incredible arousal, she felt like an adult, a woman. In some ways her courtship with Kyle had been so naive, almost adolescent. But with Mathias, it was different. They were professionals, out in the world, having an affair. Even if it was wrong, it was exciting. She had taken a lover.
“This is probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done.” she whispered, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt and kissing his chest. Her hands rubbed his penis through his pants. Before long, she squatted and worked at his belt, smiled broadly as she did, enjoying in the lasciviousness of the deed.
When Harper pulled down his boxer-briefs, she found he wasn’t quite erect yet, his large member hung in front of her face. She coaxed it to life, cradling it in her hands and gently licking it. As it started to liven, she took his penis in her mouth. She looked up at him with her wide, dark eyes while her lips smoothed along his shaft. A loud flush echoed through the restroom followed by the sound of a different stall door opening. Either someone had entered the restroom without them noticing, or they had been there the entire time.
The sudden interruption caused Harper to stop fellating Mathias. The two of them waited, stone still, listening to the unwelcome stranger. Harper thought back over the past few minutes. Was I loud and obvious? Did I say anything obscene? Do they know we’re in here? But, as much as she worried, she still held Mathias’ erecting cock softly in her hands. Mathias shook his head in feigned disapproval and smirked at Harper as she resumed servicing him with her hands. The stranger was at the sink. Harper and Mathias could hear the water running.
Mathias was leaned against the door to the stall. He tried to stay still, thinking, if he shifted his weight, it may cause the door to creak audibly. Having been in almost exactly this situation before, Mathias wasn’t nervous, but he also wouldn’t be the one to disclose what they were doing if he could help it. Harper was fast moving beyond those concerns as she spit in her palm and massaged and kissed his rigid penis. She realized that she couldn’t control what the stranger may have already heard, but she certainly didn’t want to stop. She took Mathias’ member in her mouth once more. Luckily, the sound of her wet lips slicking to-and-fro along his erection was muted by the flow of running water.
“You’re so big!” mouthed Harper, stopping for just a moment.
She couldn’t get him deep but sucked hard. A low clicking sound emanated each time the pressure released in the back of her throat. It felt tremendous to Mathias. He gently held the back of her bobbing head as she pleasured him and he fought to keep his excited breaths inaudible. In some ways this reminded him of the wild days of his twenties, and in other ways it seemed totally different.
“OK, OK.” Mathias whispered, softly nudging Harper off of him.
He was already rock hard and didn’t plan to finish in her mouth, even if Harper would have been happy with it. They could now hear the stranger brushing his teeth. The sink had stopped running and the bathroom had become very quiet. Harper and Mathias attempted to pantomime a discussion of how they should proceed. Mathias seemed willing to wait, hoping the stranger would leave soon, but Harper was more impatient. She stood and grabbed the bottom hem of her hoodie and pulled it up a bit, exposing her midriff.
Her head tilted and she bit her lip provocatively as she gave Mathias a kittenish look. He watched with fixed curiosity. She swayed her round hips to an imagined seductive beat and edged the hoodie up her torso until her bra was visible. The garment was thin and red with no padding, holding the natural shape of her breasts; her firm nipples were clearly pronounced. She grasped and massaged her right breast and almost hummed with delight, but remembered to keep quiet. Very slowly, so she wouldn’t make a noise, she tucked her thumbs in her waistband and pulled her pants and underwear down in one go, revealing about an inch of the top of her dark bush.
She dipped her fingers inside her underwear, and a surprised look crossed her face. She pulled the front of her panties down to show Mathias what she was reacting to. It was soaked as badly as earlier.
“Look what you did to me!” she mouthed in animated playfulness, holding up her fingers which were dripping with her own secretion.
Harper pulled her pants and underwear down most of the way, leaving them bunched around her ankles. She leaned against the wall adjacent to Mathias and touched herself. Two of her fingers traced delightful, firm circles around her mound and then lower and lower until they met her clitoris. He watched the show she put on for him and took his erection in hand and slowly stroked it. Harper’s fingers made lewd, wet sounds as she stimulated herself. It wasn’t too loud, but the stranger was still quiet. There was little to buffer her carnal noises, other than the modest distance and thin wall which separated them.
Mathias stopped stroking himself and Harper worried he would call it quits, but instead he got on his knees, and his mouth took over for her fingers. She angled her legs apart to give him easier access. He wasn’t shy, getting in close to kiss and lick her vagina. She was fragrant from her arousal and felt a twinge of self-consciousness, not knowing it was something that particularly turned on Mathias.
“Oh.” she moaned quietly.
Mathias looked up to give her a look of mock reprimand, and she nodded in agreement, snickering silently. He kept to his task between her legs and continued to listen for the stranger. Harper tried to keep herself from calling out again, which meant holding off on having the orgasms that her body craved terribly. Eventually they heard the restroom door open and then there was total silence. The pair of them waited and listened for footsteps or any sign of anything. The stranger was finally gone. Mathias stood up and opened the stall door just a crack and, after a moment’s inspection, reclosed it.
“It looks like he’s gone.” Mathias said, still whispering.
“Do you have a condom?” asked Harper.
It might have broken Harper’s heart if his answer was ‘no’, but he’d come prepared. Mathias worked at getting the condom on and Harper took her pants off the rest of the way, needing to remove her sneakers first. Once the condom was on, he stepped behind her and proceeded to kiss the nape of her neck. His hands moved over the naked flesh of her abdomen and down her hips and to her ass. His warm cock rested against her lower back. She arched back to find his awaiting lips. He grasped her breast, pinching her nipple enjoyably through the brassiere. She cooed appreciatively.
From the way they were situated, even if Mathias crouched a bit, their respective height differences would make it difficult for him to ‘access’ her. This was obvious to Harper, and she moved to help accommodate him. She balanced her hands on the door and lifted her right leg, bending at the knee. This maneuver spread her legs far apart as she kept her left foot flat on the ground and angled her right leg up as high as she could manage.
“What?” said Harper defensively, catching an amused look from Mathias. “I’m trying to make this work. It’s not my fault you’re so tall.”
“Oh, I greatly appreciate it.” he replied. “Your ass looks incredible in this position.”
“You like my butt?”
“It’s an exceptional feature.”
Still needing to crouch down a little, Mathias glided his shaft along the entrance to Harper’s damp vagina, teasing her. And then, just before her screaming body couldn’t take it anymore, the firm head of his dick parted the inviting lips of her vagina. In consideration of how things had gone the previous time, he went slow. For Harper, it was much easier than their first encounter. Not only was she drenched, but, for days, her body had yearned to feel this once more, to drink in the overwhelming reality of the sex that redefined what sex was to her. Her body quivered as he pushed farther inside.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“Oh yeah. I just came a little. Keep going.” she answered.
He did keep going, pushing in and out of her slowly until it became easier. He could tell by her breathing how much she liked it and allowed his pace to speed up.
“H-uhhh!” she sighed when Mathias took her by the hips and pressed his cock into her as deep as it would go.
As Mathias built up momentum, Harper began pushing herself back to meet him; her round ass rebounding with each ecstatic collision. Her palms held firm and flat against the stall’s door, bracing her against the welcome assault from behind. She bent her head back to find Mathias and stole racy, wet kisses from her lover whenever he moved near enough. But then, the inevitable happened.
“Yeah, yeah, they don’t want to sell to them anyway.” said a strange voice.
Someone new stepped into the bathroom, talking on their phone. The new stranger was just finishing their call on their way to the urinal. As he loudly relieved himself Harper and Mathias went stone-still inside their stall. Mathias lowered and shook his head in frustration. He was still fully inside of Harper and felt unbelievably aroused, but there was nothing to be done. The two of them waited and listened to the stranger pee. Harper looked back at Mathias and rolled her eyes and laughed quietly at the interminable urination. It finally stopped and they heard the telltale flush of the urinal, but then there was a new problem.
“Guten Morgen!” said another voice.
There was now a second stranger, and they were apparently friends with the other. The men chatted in German as the first one washed his hands. Their conversation kept going. Mathias wasn’t the only one getting fed up, Harper’s excitement had reached a pitch right before the unpleasant intrusion. She and Mathias were face to face; he still held her about the hips.
“It’s not illegal right?” Harper asked in a whisper.
“It’s not.” Mathias responded shaking his head at her question.
The strangers’ conversation didn’t seem like one which would end quickly. Harper didn’t want to stop, she didn’t want to wait, so they didn’t. The two of them started slow, doing their best to not make a sound, but even just the sounds of their bodies, Mathias’ dick penetrating and extracting from Harper’s sodden vagina made an obvious sound. The strangers didn’t seem to notice. So, the lovers continued.
Harper’s face wore a severe aspect as she fought to keep from calling out in pleasure. Mathias wasn’t doing much better; his mouth agape in an attempt to lessen the sound of his heavy breaths. Harper’s feet were now flat on the floor, and Mathias half-squatted to get a good angle. He still held her hips, his hands covered by the bottom of her yellow hoodie which had slipped back down during sex. With long, deliberate motions, he rocked in and out of her, staring down fixedly at her ass and taking animal pleasure in watching his cock repeatedly disappear into her.
Without intending to, Mathias’ pace quickened. Harper could barely contain her orations at the slow rate they started with, but she didn’t complain. The strangers finally seemed to be ending, and the lovers could hear the exterior door to the bathroom open.
“Ahh!” Harper let escape her lips. It wasn’t incredibly loud, but it also couldn’t be missed in the quiet of the bathroom.
She hoped maybe the other people were gone, since she heard the door open, but then she heard the familiar sound of a man peeing in the urinal. Mathias slowed his pace once more.
“Keep going.” said Harper in a low panting voice. She was more worried about her approaching orgasm than she was about modesty. Mathias continued but kept himself from going to hard. Harper turned back to look at him and smiled. “It’s fine, just fuck me.”
He did. The two of them tried to keep their voices down, but their wet, colliding bodies disclosed their secret to anyone in the restroom. Their sex had reached a feverish passion. Harper’s breasts rebounded visibly, even through her thick hoodie and Mathias was so caught up that he neither cared nor noticed that the bottom of his shirt was becoming wet from their intercourse. Each of them had moved beyond the point of no return. The clamor they made as they strived towards their climaxes became undeniable. The stranger or anyone else that might have entered the restroom would instantly know what the indecent sounds were. Even in this public venue, Harper’s primitive moans were louder than she made for her husband.
As Harper’s climax neared, Mathias wrapped his thick arms around her torso and pulled her to him, lifting her several inches off the ground while he stood at his full height.
“G-GGGGGod–DAMN!” wailed Harper as her orgasm enfolded her.
Her back was pinned tight to Mathias’ chest, and his massive erection was buried fully within her. Harper’s dangling legs stiffened and shook convulsively in consequence of her violent rapture. The feel of her warm quaking body and surprise of her complete surrender to the lust was enough to bring Mathias to his finale.
“Grrr-mmmm!” growled Mathias, thrusting his strong hips upward.
Even in the depths of her orgasm, Harper noticed the satisfying rush of heat as Mathias’ hot come flooded the condom. They came down from their climaxes with their faces nuzzled in intimate proximity, panting from the thrilling exertion.
—
Despite all of the mental acrobatics Harper used to justify her first encounter with Mathias, it was hard to characterize the affair at the airport as anything but cheating. But she owned up to it though, only censoring the more unsavory details. Kyle didn’t need to know about the wetlands that manifested in her panties or how much she relished the particular taste and smell of his boss’ dick.
“By the time we exited the stall, the restroom was empty.” said Harper, feeling a bit hollow after her confession to Kyle.
Kyle was still sitting in his underwear, but sexual enthusiasm that followed Harper’s recount of her first sexual experience with Mathias had long passed.
“Are we still OK?” asked Kyle.
Harper felt her heart drop. She had so fully gone past what was acceptable, and Kyle’s primary concerns were about the state of their relationship.
“I love you.” replied Harper. She became a little overcome with her emotions and she and Kyle embraced each other. “It was only sex.”
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