The Stranger in the Airport

The Stranger in the Airport

Chloe‘s flight was delayed, and she was pissed. Her chair squeaked as she shifted her weight and her short dress, the cool leather of the bench sticking to her sweaty thighs through her fishnet stockings. Her plane was running late, and she hated being late. There was a big black cock wanting to talk, and if she was late for an appointment, it would throw off her entire day. Little did she know she wasn’t quite the stranger in the airport.

Who is the Stranger in the Airport

She sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes and trying to relax. But she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. She opened her eyes and glanced around the crowded airport, her gaze settling on a tall man in a black tracksuit. He was staring at her, a hungry look in his eyes. Keith couldn’t understand why he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. There was something about this beautiful stranger in the airport. See, Keith had been talking to Chloe for months now. Keith loved hearing her talk about her dirty panties, how she would wear them all day and then send them to him in the mail. Keith loved the idea of crawling around on the floor, wearing nothing but a pair of sheer pantyhose and a gag in her mouth.

He loved the thought of her pegging him, her strap-on dick sliding in and out of his tight ass. The way she would spit on him, her saliva dripping down his face and chest.

Keith had spent hundreds of dollars on phone calls with her, but he had never seen her. He didn’t know what she looked like. But there was something about this gorgeous redhead in the airport. Chloe noticed a man staring at her and felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She knew exactly who he was. She stood up and walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. “Hi there,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Is anyone sitting here?” Keith felt his heart race as she spoke. He knew that voice. It was her. He couldn’t believe it.

Seduced by the Stranger in the Airport

“Sure, I’m Keith,” he said, his voice shaking. “Have we met before?” Chloe smiled, her eyes twinkling. “No, I’m sorry,” she said with a giggle. He knew it was her. Keith felt his cock twitch in his pants as she spoke. He had fantasized about this possibility. “I’m sorry, but can I buy you a drink, if you have time?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Chloe smiled and nodded. “Definitely, this airport is acting pathetic,” she said. The way she said pathetic, was so triggering for him. Keith felt his cock twitch every time she spoke. It was like she knew and used deliberate words. Keith also noticed the stranger in the airport was wearing pantyhose.

They sat at the bar and there were so many things Chloe keep saying that keep making Keith’s cock twitch. She talked about her trip there to degrade a pathetic loser by making him crawl around. This stranger in the airport shared how she tied him up with her pantyhose and would make him keep her dirty panties on his face. These stories were way too familiar to him. After all the drinks Chloe excused herself to the bathroom for a moment. Chloe said. She bent over as if she dropped something. Keith got a whiff of her scent. “it was nice meeting you and thanks for the drink. I’m Stella by the way.” And as quickly as she said that, she was gone. Keith checked his bag and saw she had left a dirty, smelly surprise for him. It was her.

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