The StallWaiting for a flight must be the most annoying thing about the holidays. This Time was a little different though. As I sat Waiting for my delayed flight a man a couple seats down as visibly upset at his delay. I paid him no mind and went back to playing my game of solitaire.10 minutes later I went to the bathroom and then he entered still mad about the delay he mumbled to himself. I could here him from my urinal he was two down from me following proper manly bathroom etiquette. “What the fuck will I do for an hour and a half “he mumbled. Once I finished i walked up next to him and whispered “I’ve got something you could do”.The boldest I’ve been I’m along time I thought the worst that could happen was a little gay bashing but I had 4 brothers and could handle myself in a fight. Stunned by my proposal he looked my up and down he saw my tight shirt and jeans and let out a smirk even the devil couldn’t mimic. He pulled me closer and kissed me. His body was harder than I expected. He was a man of seemingly 35 which compared to 19 made feel like an infant. We kissed until he finished peeing after a few shakes it was off to the handicap stall. Before I knew it my shirt flew of landing on the ground. We were kissing hard an are hands were feeling every inch of each other. His hands were rough and strong. It was strange you could tell he was the business type clean cut hair, freshly shaved face, and nice clothes the whole 9. He must do yard on the weekend I could imagine him in a thin white tank top a and form fitting jeans glistening with sweat. He grabbed my bubble but so tight like my jeans didn’t even exist. As we pressed our bodies together I could fill him growing I couldn’t tell the size but it was big and all mine. I slowly traveled down his hard body my lips weeding through his body hair and tasting the slightly tanned skin underneath. Who knew underneath the light blue button down was the body of an aged Adonis. Past his bellybutton I quickly undid his belt and pants to unveil his bright white Calvins. The waistband was so perfectly placed on his skin as if Mr. Klein put them on hiself. But I was on a mission. After pulling the briefs down I found my prize a beautifully veined 8 inch semi-hard penis. Looked up to only see his abs, chest and head looking up towards the heavens whispering “yes”. As if I was a present from a god he never knew existed. At first I just licked the tip to make him excited. I placed my lips around his salmon colored mushroom tip. I swirled my head around letting my tongue bursa escort taste every drop of him. He placed his hand on my head trying to ignore the chill of his golden wedding band. Which made me ponder what was this supposed woman not doing to make him so easy for me to have. I looked up again to see his mesmerizing hazel eyes telling me “More please more” knowing what to do I closed my eyes lifted his dick and began to suck. Letting every inch of him in to my mouth breathing through my nose like my high school boyfriend taught me. I felt him getting harder I loved the feeling of truly pleasuring someone else. His humble 8 had become a strong and robust 9. He was a grower and a shower as my aunt would say. The one hand became two as he began to thrust in and out my head still mostly due to the handsome hands above. Knowing how to deep throat kept me from gagging on his tasty member all thanks to my current college boyfriend who was 10 inches of fun himself. He was getting weary the pumps were getting slow I didn’t want him to nut yet I wanted to fuck. He did have an our to kill. I pressed his hips a against the blue stall wall finally putting a stop to the pumps. I released his dick from my mouth’s hypnotizing grasp. I Stood and directed him to the toilet to take a seat. I wanted to ride him (my specialty).I’m so amazing at it because of how flexible I am due to the gymnastics I did in my early teens. He sat, his body was moist from the furious thrusting .I dropped my pants revealing my modest penis and pretty bubble ass. I positioned my body just right so he could eat this glorious ass.He held my thighs just right I was stable. I was scared maybe I was asking to much of a stranger but I love getting my ass ate it’s the reason I do all those dumbass squats. I want him to have a nice view of my tanned cheeks when he ate. Plus I already douched before me and my boyfriend were going to fuck on sight when I got home. All that went away he started it wasn’t his first time he licked every part of my hole it’s like his tongue was writing a masterpiece on me. He was so strong he used one hand to hold me and the other to spank me. Not in to that normally but for what he was doing he could punch me in the chest as long as he didn’t miss a lick. I was ready. Both of us were hard like rocks. He eased me down my thighs grazing his perfect pink nipples. And my ass lightly tapping his abs through his dirty blonde body hair. “Alright my time to shine” I thought to myself. No need for a condom I knew he was bursa escort bayan clean idk why I just trusted his eyes. Plus I want to feel every part of him nothing in between. I wanted more than to feel his dick .I wanted to feel his energy. I wanted to feel every part of him and everything we never said to each other. I squatted over him and like a gentleman he presented his lovely 9 inch cock. I proceeded to place my hole around it. He threw his head back he knew that whatever I was about to do would blow his mind. I chuckled to myself thinking “this is only the beginning”. I was focused making every effort to please every part of him left unsatisfied by that sad excuse of a wife. My hips were a slow tornado on top of him swirling and twirling like a cotton candy maker. The way I was moving would’ve made you think I was a snake. A weaker man would’ve cum 5 minutes in but not him he was tough a little Italian boy wasn’t gonna make him cum so easy. As I was moving like Shakira I looked at him to see his reaction. He loved it he was amazed at my movement he starred at my ass and hips as they massaged his dick and thighs. He couldn’t take his eyes of my ass dimples moving in the smallest of circles. He glanced at me he saw my big brown eyes looking at him. I stopped only for a moment to digest his gaze. For a small moment I thought this could be something. Not just a sexy bathroom fuck but a real connection. I leaned back for a kiss. He taste like chapstick the cherry kind. Our kiss was full of passion he pulled me closer we stopp kissing for a moment and just starred at each other we weren’t in a bathroom stall.When I looked in his eye a saw a beautiful bed with white sheets and gold trim and we laid there together peacefully. Then I felt a chill. It was his wedding ring on my hip as I rode him like the horse who’s dick he stole. I got mad so mad that I stopped riding. I got off and stood ready to leave. He grabbed me pulled me close kissed me and said “Please can we finish”. I would’ve said “Go fuck your little wife” but the taste of my favorite kind of chapstick glued my lips shut. I wimpered out a “yes sir”. He pushed against I could tell he was in control this time. I felt it I mean every inch and vein. His pumps were coordinating with my heart beats every pump bring me closer to climax he was like a salsa dancer ever move had a purpose and every purpose a move its like he knew like he read the signs of my body and moved there at the right time. He reached over my perfectly arched back escort bursa for a kiss I iknew I shouldn’t have but look right in his sensual hazel eyes. I saw all the pent up anger and frustration and realized I was just an outlet for it. As his thrust became faster I noticed I had forgotten to rub my cock. But somehow I was close he went faster and faster much body started to contort in ways I thought unbelievable my dick had gotten so ready with no help from me at all. My moans went silent to eardrum shattering. He people pumped on a let out a loud “Oh god” and my load all over the wall. I turned to see him once more he was doing that smirk that evil smirk that got us here in the first place. Knowing I was satisfied he pump more rigorously but somehow still smooth like butter.My ass was so wet from sweat and stimulation he might as well have been fucking a running faucet. His thrust continued. As he came close to cumming he tried to pull out. I turned and stopped him with a simple whispered “Pleas cum in me baby”. He nodded and continued to pump. I could feel him getting close his tip was growing inside me. I watched as his fuzzy abs strained and relaxed as he thrusted. He got even faster. I watched in entranced at the beautiful hazel marbles rolled to the back of his head. And …. then bam he came. My welcomed hid load gracefully. He let out a sigh of relief. His load was more than I had anticipated filled to the brim with his essence. His pumps became slow and then stopped he was still inside of me. I looked at him confused at why were still connected. He gazed back and “I want to remember you” my eyes watered. He pulled me in close and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. I turned around releasing him from my hole both of us softer than silk. And just stood there naked together and just kissed like are tounges were sewn together by crazed scientist. I pulled a way momentarily to tell him my name I whispered my name “Antonio”. We kissed again then he whispered “James”. That’s all I needed was a name his face ,body, and eyes were things I could never forget now that I know his name I can lock the memory of us in this airport bathroom in my mind forever. After I let his jucies flow out of me down my thighs tasting some as it fell it was sweet like his name to my ears. We silently got dressed hardly making eye contact. Before he open the door to the world where was married to some woman and I was dating some man we kissed again knowing it was the last time. He whispered “Bye Antonio” and i said “Bye James”. I’ve never seen or spoken to him since that day but on the plane I ordered a 9 inch dildo and named James. When all my roommates leave I lube it and fuck myself screaming his name at the top of my lungs hoping he’ll come find me one day. .