Erotic Writings "The Airport"

The Airport
as told by a submissive from the pressumed perspective of a dominant

She was quite certain she would never live through the cab ride to JFK. She thought, “Just my luck, my meeting ran late, and I hail a taxi being driven by a meth-crazed Alabama ex-patriot.” She had the momentary misjudgment to say something like “STEP ON IT!” and the driver took her words to heart.

When he deposited her at the curb near the Continental terminal, her first instinct was to drop and kiss the blessed ground, and send thanks heavenward for allowing her to arrive in one piece. But time was of the essence, and she had to move. Just as she got her footing, purse and laptop in tow, the astute professional transporter deposited her biggest piece of luggage on her foot. Instinctively, she jerked it away, lost her balance, and ended up semi-sprawled on the concrete, with the contents of her purse all around her, her Estee’ Lauder “Hot Kiss” lipstick rolling down the gutter, like a bowling ball launched by a 5 year old.

I saw her rise to her knees, mumbling unladylike things under her breath, while she collected her wallet, keys, and the pieces of what used to be her cell phone. Just as she reached for her Marc Jacobs perfume, I stepped in her line of vision, my big black shoes at her knees, and said, in my deep voice, “May I help you with this, Miss?”

I watched her as she slowly brought her hands off of the ground – still on her knees – and looked up. When she raised her eyes she saw me standing there, one hand extended to help her. I noticed something flash in her eyes and felt it was an instant attraction. I thought I saw her lips say “oh my God.” Instinctively, she lifted her hand to straighten her mess of hair, and it froze half way to her head. I smiled with humor in my eyes, and with my free hand, I brushed her hair aside, out of her eyes, and with the other helped her rise to her feet and handed her the black patent leather pump that had fallen off when she fell. I grinned playfully and said, “It must not be easy traveling in 4 inch heels.” She smiled and said, “Oh the shoes weren’t the problem; I always wear high heels.”

I offered, “I sense your day is not going well, may I help you into the terminal with your bags?” She meekly protested and said, “No sir, I can get them, but thank you.”   I said, “I’m sure you can, but your knee is bleeding and it looks as if you may have skinned your palms as well.”   She said, “Well, then . . . thank you, that’s very kind of you, sir.”   I introduced myself, and asked which airline she was flying. She said, “Continental.” I smiled and said, “Oh? Where to?”    She quietly breathed, “Houston…”   “That’s my flight as well, so I can drop your bags with mine at curbside check-in,” I stated. Once at curbside, the attendant told her she needed to put her nametag on a bag that must have fallen off in the scuffle. While she rummaged through the contents of her wrecked purse, I quietly asked the attendant to find us two seats together on the flight.

Once at the gate, we found the plane was to be delayed by about 40 minutes. I simply said, “Excellent! That should be enough time for us to get to know each other over a glass of wine.” Without question, I put my hand in the small of her back and
directed her toward the nearby airport bar. As we sat, and sipped our wine, I think she noticed that I had a steady look of amusement in my eyes. It was more of “knowing” look, really, because from the moment she looked up at me, still on her knees at the curb, I felt she wanted to be mine. It unnerved her, but not in that fight or flight kind of way, but it a different way she could not quite recognize. I asked the server for a glass of water and some napkins, and said “You may want to go and remove those stockings, your knees really are bleeding, and I think they are beyond help, in any case.”  She glanced down at her wasted hose, and injured knees, and rose to go to the ladies room, quietly and quizzically mumbling, “Will you excuse me please?” I nodded and watched her walk away, regally, but with a dazed kind of motion.

When she returned, I noticed she had reapplied her lipstick, straightened her hair as much as it could have been, and was a bit more cognitive than when she left.   She sat, and I dipped the napkin in the cold glass of water and gently began to clean the abrasions on her knees.   She responded to my touch with a subtle jolt, and then looked into my eyes for perhaps a moment too long.   As I drew the cold napkin across her knee, I remembered what I felt when I first saw her on the curb, on her knees, and I thought to myself that this may not be such a bad flight after all. I took each of her thighs in my hand, in turn, while I applied pressure to each knee. Something stirred in me when I felt her flesh turn to goose bumps at my touch.

“Not such a bad flight at all.” I thought. They announced the boarding of our flight; I stood, and offered her my hand. She first looked at my hand, then to my eyes, then back to my hand and took it and rose. “After you, ” I said, and smiled at how she made her way down the jet way on unsteadied legs. She wrestled her boarding pass out of her disheveled bag, and then looked at her ticket to find her seat. It was the last flight of the evening, and the plane was near empty.   She looked surprised when I took the aisle seat next to her, when most of the rows near us were unoccupied. I just shrugged my shoulders and showed her my ticket and said “Assigned seating, not like Southwest.”   She either didn’t or couldn’t respond, and I stowed my carry on then sat next to her. Purposely, I reached under her to retrieve my seatbelt, which she happened to be sitting on. I said “Safety first, ” and watched her eyes cloud over again.

Uneventfully, we taxied and took off, and in moments the flight attendant came by to offer us a drink. Without consulting my very near neighbor, I said, “Both the lady and I will have a glass of wine.”   She reached for her purse, and I just touched
her hand while I paid for the drinks.   My traveling companion asked for a blanket, and was soon very still and quiet. I noticed a change in her breathing as I felt her head roll toward my shoulder. I raised my arm in an effort to make her more comfortable, and she nuzzled into my chest while my arm fell around her. I felt my eyes growing heavy and I thought I felt her arm wrap around my waist. I woke about an hour later, her head deeply nuzzled in my chest, her arm across me and our hands knitted together. I felt her blink against my chest, and slowly she opened her eyes and looked up at me and smiled subconsciously. As she woke, she pulled away, and mumbled, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I must have drifted off.” I whispered “It’s okay, relax, ” while I gently held her in that position. I brushed my hand over her hair, and felt her nervously twitch her fingers in mine, so I held her hand just a bit more firmly. She eased comfortably back into me, and we sat quietly for a moment.

I felt her stirring again, but different this time, because sleep was not upon her.   She shifted a bit this way, then that, then I placed my finger under her chin and lifted her face to mine and asked, “What is your name?” She stumbled over her words and quietly told me her name.   In response, I placed my hand under her chin, raised her lips to mine, and softly kissed her and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She began to stutter out “Oh, my pleasure, really. .. and thank you for um, you know . . . the curb and bags……and my knees….”

I interrupted her ramblings with another kiss, deeper this time….and felt her respond. She grasped my hand a bit more firmly now, and I turned her head and asked her if she liked me kissing her. She said, “yes, oh yes, but I don’t even know you, ” and she squeezed tighter. I freed my hand from hers and took her face in my grasp and said “girl,” and when she opened her mouth to speak, I placed my own firmly over hers, kissed her deeply and hard, and felt her tongue responding to my own, as our mouths danced together. I lightly nipped her top lip, delighted in her soft moan at the sensation, then kissed more urgently and roughly took her bottom lip in my teeth while we kissed. She moaned deeply and I moved my hand to her hair. I felt her give way, her head falling into my hand. I lightly twisted her hair and watched her closely. She closed her eyes only to flutter them back open again and looked into mine, as if to say “yes.” I wrapped her long, dark hair around my fist another turn, felt her sigh and breath into my mouth as I kissed her.

I thought to myself, this beautiful woman is a born submissive – she may not know it yet, but I can see it and feel it in her. I said, ”Pull the blanket up and cover yourself, ” and she eased the blue scratchy blanket up to her neck. I told her ear that it was a shame her hose were ruined, and that I hoped her knees were feeling better. She softly moaned and said simply “yes,” as I placed my right hand on her thigh, above her knee, and began to gently press her flesh there. She slightly arched her back, as if into me, and I moved higher. She closed her eyes.   I said “Look at me girl” and our eyes met as my hand moved to her mound - just above - sensing heat. She turned her face deeper into my chest and reached out for my arm. She touched me and lightly moved my hand toward her, an invitation I accepted, as my middle finger slipped toward her nakedness. Instinctively, her back arched into my hand, and I found her sweetness wet and full. I slid my finger into her moisture and she looked up and said “What are you doing to me?” Almost confused and innocently, to which I responded “I’m fucking you, baby, with my finger.” She moaned deeply, and then self-consciously looked around to find the other scant passengers sleeping rows away. I felt her flesh squeeze hard on my finger while I stroked her very slowly. I raised her eyes to mine again and asked if she would like another? I said, “Would you like me to slide another finger into your wet cunt?” She startled at the word for a moment, never losing eye contact, and said, “Yes, please, yes, oh yes.” I eased two fingers in and out of this woman who was a stranger to me, and felt her fist clasped on to the lapels of my jacket while her hips began to respond to my rhythm.

My palm rubbed her clit while my fingers reached deep inside her wetness, and I felt her hand come to the back of my hair. She pulled my neck over her mouth, and groaned, “You are going to make me come.” I, being who I am, sharply replied “NO!” She raised her eyes to mine and replied with confusion, as I felt her tight pussy squeezing my fingers, and said“wha…….?” I said, firmly, “Girl, you must ask my permission to come.” She writhed and moved against my hand and finally said, “Oh please, Pleasssse, may I come?” I strongly said “for whom?” And she bucked against my fingers and said, “YOU, for you, can I come for you?” I bit her ear and said “yes baby, you may now come for me.” I felt her spasm as she exploded under the blanket, under the cover of darkness, and sent a silent thank you to my assistant for having changed my flight.

As her pulse began to regulate, she said, “well….I nev….um….I’m sorr……” and I eased my fingers out of her sopping wet pussy and raised one to my lips and said “sshhh baby.” I lifted my drenched hand to her mouth and said, “Now taste your honey.” She looked confused so I took a deep long lick of her juice off of my middle finger, then placed my fingers in her mouth and said “Taste yourself, clean your arousal off of my hand.” She licked the tips of my fingers first, then began to suckle them, and finally was lapping at her pool in the palm of my hand.

My cock was throbbing hard watching her lick, watching her obey, and I tossed the blanket off her, jerked her skirt down over her ass, grabbed her hand, and said, “let me show you to the ladies room.” I firmly held her hand and almost dragged her to the bathroom, pulled her in, shut the door too roughly, locked it and said “Kneel, girl, now!” She dropped to her knees in the cramped space and reached for my belt. I hoarsely whispered, ”girl, you must ask me if you can suck my cock.” She said, “please may I? I want you in my mouth.” I said, yes, but not yet, and told her I expected to be thanked for making her come so. She was a good girl, and learned quickly, and moaned, hoarse with arousal, “thank you, thank you for making me come.” I said, “Ask me to fuck your mouth. Beg me to fuck that hole with my big dick.” She responded, as her hand went to her mound, and said “Please, take it, it’s for you.” I locked both of my hands tightly in her hair, her ass banging against the closed door, and fucked her mouth – deep throated her - and I swear I heard her whisper, “thank you sir.” I spilled in her mouth, on my chest, and above her head on the door. Without hesitation, she licked up my precious nectar from every surface, not wasting a drop. I saw her eyes flutter closed as she licked the last of me off her bottom lip and moaned softly. I told her to rise, and embraced her in a firm hug and kissed her lips, tasting my milk in her mouth.

I moved my lips to her ear, opened my mouth and whispered, “Did you enjoy that, girl? Do you like the way I make love to you . . . take you for mine?” and nipped her ear lobe between my teeth. She just said, “Yes, but this? What is this you’re doing to
me?” I bent slightly at the waist, and moved my hand up under her skirt, to her wet slit, parted her lips, and felt her juice ooze out in a rush on my hand. I said, “Baby girl, this is exactly what you need, and I will teach you and show you how to please me, and how much it will fulfill you.”

I fingered her dripping wet pussy and then turned her to face the small mirror. I locked eyes with her in the mirror, raised her skirt up to her hips, and caressed her lily ass. I slapped her playfully with an open palm, and felt her skin tighten and tingle with the sensation. I asked if she wanted more, and she moaned, “yes, please.” I spanked her bare ass on alternate checks for several strokes, as quietly as possible, until there was a hot rosy glow there. I asked her is she was ok, and she mumbled, and I told her to say “yellow” if the sensation became too intense. I wrapped one hand in her hair, positioned her face so that her eyes reflected on mine in the mirror, and began to slap her beautiful, red hot ass with a bit more vigor and speed. She was moaning, wriggling under my hand, and whispering “thank you.” I asked if she remembered her word, and she said she did and I had her repeat it. I said “10 more” and she said “please, yes……10!” I slapped, counted, pulled firmly on her hair, established a rhythm and watch this lovely woman slip further and further into her submission to me.

I then pressed my rock hard cock against her ass cheeks, tantalized by the heat emanating off of her, and whispered, “You were a very good girl. You have pleased me very much.” She was not verbally responsive, but arched her back pressing her ass harder into my throbbing cock. I moaned in her ear, “Because you were such a good girl, you will be rewarded with my cock fucking your wet pussy.” She mumbled something like “O” and I drove my shaft hard into her cunt from behind. She almost screamed and managed to say “God oh God, oh my God, thank you!” I fucked her deeper and harder, her hands bracing herself against the mirror, our eyes locked, and she moaned again and again “oh, thank you, fuck me, oh God.” I ravaged her wet slit faster and commanded her not to come yet. I said, “Do you like me fucking you, you little fuck? Do you need me to fuck you like the little slut you are?” “YES!” she nearly screamed. I said, “Before you come, you must ask my permission. I will say yes, but you must ask. She grunted, moaned, and managed to whisper, “Please now, please may I come?” I said, “yes, NOW, you come now baby girl, come hard on this cock, NOW girl!” She came wildly, bucking against me, her pussy clamping down hard on my swollen cock. I said, “I am going to shove my cock all the way into your pussy – until my head is banging on your cervix, and you will come and continue to come until I say you can stop. Do you understand me, pet?” “Yes” she barely whispered, as I drove into her hard, my hands on her hips yanking her onto my big dick, pounding her cervix, and I commanded “NOW, bitch, you come now you needy little slut until I say you can stop!” I felt her convulse repeatedly, her body shaking from her head to her toes, “Don’t stop, you little fuck, keep coming for your Sir!” She orgasmed again and again and just moaned “yes …deep……coming.”

I quickly jerked my cock out of her pulsating pussy, rammed three fingers into her and demanded “You come again NOW, girl, squirt in my hand you slutty little bitch, come……AGAIN!” She violently jerked in my hand repeatedly, and I felt her juices squirt in my palm, pool there, and then again. I petted her hair and said “Good girl, that’s a very good girl baby, ” as I raised my slick fingers to her mouth, parted her lips and fed her. She suckled like a baby, as I lowered my own mouth to her fingers, and we tasted together. I turned her toward me, hugged her, and leaned her against the sink ledge while I straightened my trousers. She was dazed, so I carefully straightened her clothing and led her back to our seats. I helped her sit, and took her gently in my arms and whispered how well she had done and how much she pleased me, and told her she was beautiful.

Our plane began to descend, and my beautiful new discovery began to move nervously about in her seat. I asked her where she lived, and if she was expecting anyone to pick her up. She said she usually took a cab. Since tomorrow would be Saturday, I assumed she wouldn’t have work, and I told her that I would have a car waiting, and that she would be accompanying me to my house. She looked puzzled, and I whispered, “I only just found you girl, I’m not prepared to let you go so soon.” She smiled, and nodded, as I caught a tear running from her eye with my finger. As I licked her tear off, I looked deeply into her eyes and said, “I know, baby.”

We deplaned, headed straight for my car, and had the driver collect our luggage. On the drive into the city, our arms locked around each other, we didn’t speak. Once at home, I unlocked the door, invited her in, and showed her to the master suite. I went into the bathroom, turned on the water, and began to fill the tub. I removed my robe from the closet, and laid it out for her, and slowly removed her clothes. I led her into the bathroom, held her hand as she eased into the warm sudsy water. I whispered, “I’ll be right back.” I returned with a bottle of wine, removed my clothes, eased her up in front and slid in behind her in the bath.

We petted, and kissed and slowly acquainted ourselves with each other’s bodies. The water cooled, and I eased my woman out of the bath, wrapped her in my robe, and led her to my bed. We slept into the late morning, wrapped in each other’s bodies, snuggled into each other’s souls. When I woke, it was to a warm wetness around my growing shaft. I felt her breath on my cock as she lovingly moved her mouth on me and mumbled over and over, “this is rapture . . . .this is beautiful.”

twilight © May, 2007