Chapter 9: Air Affair

The VIP lounge at Ahmedabad’s Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel International Airport was a bubble of hushed luxury, a stark contrast to the storm of anticipation churning in Tina. She crossed her legs, the soft cotton of her travel salwar brushing her inner thigh, a sensation that made her breath catch. Damn these hormones. Across the low glass table, Shreya sat with an elegant, detached poise, her eyes occasionally flicking to Kunal, who was engrossed in the financial news on his tablet.

Koe’s plan was in motion.

The introductions had been painfully civil. “Kunal, this is Shreya. Shreya, my husband Kunal.” Handshakes, polite smiles. Tina had watched, a voyeur to her own conspiracy, as Koe smoothly steered the conversation—mutual friends in the corporate world, the stress of banking, Shreya’s keen insights into the market. They were like two beautiful, lonely islands, and Koe was building a bridge.

Koe highlighting Shreya’s interests, and Tina pointing out her husband’s love for economy. Subtle suggestions here and there, and now they have been talking like long time friends from an hour straight.

Tina and Koe sat side-by-side on a deep sofa, carefully observing their spouses’ interaction, a strategic foot of space between them and the other couple.

“Another coffee, Shreya?” Koe asked, his voice a calm, friendly baritone.

“No, thank you,” Shreya replied without even looking at Koe. Her lips offering Kunal instead a small, genuine smile. “You were saying about the regulatory changes in European markets? It’s a fascinating shift.”

Kunal looked up, a spark of interest in his normally dull eyes. “It is. Most people don’t grasp the long-term implications...”

The lack of interest on Shreya and Kunal’s part in their own spouses did little to dampen their mood. However, Tina had her own struggles.

The air conditioning was a cool kiss on her skin, but beneath her kurti, her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tight and sensitive against her bra. Every time Koe shifted, his thigh brushed hers. A casual, accidental touch. Schfft. The whisper of fabric was a scream in her ears.

As they observed Kunar and Shreya, Koe’s hand, resting on the sofa between them, moved. His pinky finger hooked around hers. A secret connection. Tina’s heart hammered. She didn’t dare look at him. His thumb began to stroke the side of her hand, slow, deliberate circles that sent electric currents straight to her core. She felt herself grow wet, a sudden, embarrassing dampness soaking her panties.

“The seating on the flight,” Koe said casually, breaking the spell but not releasing her hand. “They’ve got us in two rows in the middle aisle seats. Tina and Kunal are somewhere around the back, and me and Shreya are few rows ahead. But you know,” he leaned forward slightly, addressing Kunal and Shreya, “I’ve been dying to properly catch up with Tina. College stories this buddhu would never appreciate.” He chuckled, the picture of a nostalgic friend. “Would you two mind terribly if we swapped? Tina and I together, you two together? Give you a chance to continue this fascinating discussion without our old gossip.”

Kunal glanced at Shreya, who gave a graceful, almost relieved nod. “Of course. No issue at all.”

“Excellent,” Koe said, his thumb pressing a firm, promising point into Tina’s palm before letting go.

The loss of his touch was a physical ache. The boarding call came too soon and not soon enough. In the jet bridge, crowded with passengers, Koe guided her ahead of him with a light hand on the small of her back. The heat of his palm burned through her kurti. Once inside the aircraft, as they shuffled toward their business class seats, his body pressed against hers from behind in the narrow aisle. She felt it—the hard, thick line of his cock, already straining, nestled against the swell of her ass.