THE AIRPORT

Five hours on a flight to find out they canceled the conference at the last moment because the state shut down, again, due to the pandemic. Fuck. I could have saved myself the trip. The airport I was at would normally be full of throngs of people. Guy people I could flirt with. I enjoy guys checking me out. I really love how many younger men are into older chicks these days. But today I can hear the click of my shoes echoing against the walls. The place is a ghost town. The stores, the food court, all closed. I pulled my bag behind me as I made my way up to the masked woman at the check in.

“I’m sorry madam, but the flight has been delayed. It may even be cancelled.”

“What? No. Fuck me. When will we know for sure?”

“Twenty minutes,” She said inspecting the monitor. Fine, I’ll just sit and cross my fingers, and toes. I had some writing to do anyway. So I sat down. My mask was fucking hot, and no one was around, so I lowered it to breathe.

I think I sat there for ten minutes writing when I spotted someone looking at me intently. Not like he could hide it, he was next to the only person in the terminal. I continued to write. He continued to get up, walk around and then sit back down. Like he was orbiting me, checking me out from all sides. Finally, he sat down in the seats facing me about six feet away. I was curious.

“Hi,” I said. He turned red and looked down. But he said something that surprised me. “Your Bella Cooper, right?” “What? No,” I responded. Well I am, but Bella Cooper is my pen name, I write erotica and romance for a living. “It’s OK. I am Craigknight. I was walking up and saw you chatting online in the web site as Bella Cooper.” “Oh, panty fetish guy? Right? You did a come tribute on one of my stories.” “That’s me.”

What a small world. He was still a little embarrassed, but I smiled, and I told tell that he smiled under his mask.

“So, how’s it going?” He asked breaking the awkward silence. “Well, should have stayed home apparently. I was at a writer’s conference and now I am stuck in Texas. At least until they sort out their flights. you?” “Me too. Business, cold calling on some potential customers,” he said. I could tell he wanted to talk and didn’t want to ask. I don’t share my pictures online; I don’t need the stalkers. He was obviously excited to meet me. As an erotica author you don’t often have a fan notice you.

“Madam,” The girl called over to me. “Excuse me,” I said and went over to her. “Madam, I’m sorry. The next flight won’t be until tomorrow night.” “Shit.” “We can give you a voucher for a hotel here at the airport,” she offered, probably hoping I was not going to lose my shit. “Yeah fine.” Taking the voucher, I went to get my stuff.

“Problem?” Craigknight asked. “My layover just got extended for a day,” I told him as I collected myself and pulled my mask back up. “Me too,” he said and stood up, “Need help? Maybe we could get a drink.” “Look Craig, you seem nice and all but I don’t really do the shit I write about.” “I know. It’s just a drink.”

Beware of men acting innocent I always say. I considered it but this wasn’t right. At the end of the day I like to flirt but I am a chickenshit when it comes to a guy coming on to me, “I don’t even know what you look like. You could be some masked serial killer.” “True, but you have seen my dick,” he said.

It was a twisted logic but true. I had seen his dick. Along with countless others but I took the point.

“Ok, but there is no place open.” “Liquors store?” “No, no. drinking hooch in your car? really?” what a recipe for disaster that would be. **** anyone. “The hotel has a lounge; it’s closed but they let people sit there and bring their own drinks. I stayed there last night,” Craighknight said. “Well. OK.” We went and got a rental car and we drove to the hotel.

TEMPTATION

Craig dropped me off so I could check in and he drove to a store to get the booze. Soon I was in my room unpacking and thinking about what I was about to do. This was crazy. I thought about standing him up when my husband Dan called me.

“Hi, I’m stuck for another night,” I told him. “I thought you would be. I just saw the news about a new lockdown.” “They tell me I will be out of here tomorrow, probably.” “Any plans?” Dan said suggestively. It is an inside joke.

So that this makes sense to you, the reader. You have to understand how my husband and I play. I read him my stories which are all hot wife and cuckold style stories. He likes to think of himself as my cuckold in the stories. I tell him sexy things I think up as though I would really do it and he gets a charge out of it. The wilder the better. I have never actually done it; I can only imagine the complications. Both socially and in my marriage. I’m not willing to risk it. But I thought of Craig and his getting the booze, so I decided to play with Dan.

“Well, I did meet this guy at the airport. He wants me to get a drink with him.” “Really?” “Yeah. Maybe he is hoping to get me drunk and, you know...”

There was a silence for a moment, and I knew Dan had his cock out and stroking it. I could hear his breathing had changed.

“Got to go babe, call you later. Maybe,” I told him and listened for a moment before I hung up. But the thought of my husband stroking his thick cock to my being seduced in the hotel lounge was too much. I put my hand down my pants and did a few circles around my clit. I could have gotten myself off in a hot second but then I stopped and looked at the time on my phone.

I decided to meet Craig after all. A nice thin sundress and no bra should be fun I thought as I changed. My heart pounded as I got ready thinking about all the videos, I had watched of hot wives getting ready for their dates with their husbands watching. I had to stop myself though. This was not a date. This was not a date.

A DRINK AND A DINNER

I met craig downstairs in the lounge. He had a couple bags with him and got out the jack and coke. He had gotten ice somewhere as well and made me a drink as I sat down. I looked at the drink and promised myself that this would be the only one.

“So., I love your stories,” he said. “How do you think them up?” “You know. I’m a writer and I follow a lot of rules, and I watch a lot of porn,” I giggled. “I start from a scene and just fantasies after that. I tell them to my husband to get his reaction.” “That’s right you mentioned that a couple times. Your husband is a virtual cuck. He likes to imagine it’s you in the stories.” “Nothing wrong with telling my husband dirty stories,” I said taking a drink. “No, no. I’m not judging,” He said and sat back taking me in. I had forgotten my mask and he had taken his off. “I love how you guys can just have fun like that.” “What do you like about my stories? I would think they would be wild enough for you.” “Oh I love all sorts of stories. The cuckold and hot wife stories are cool because it takes the pressure off the guy.”

“Hmmm, I never thought about it that way.” “Women always give me this line, ‘If you loved me, you would know.’ you know. like I am a mind reader. I would love a woman to just say what she wants and lead me there. I love pleasing a woman, but they sort of set themselves up for disappointment. It’s a lot of pressure on the guy to get it right or it proves you don’t care.”

Craig and I talked for a few more minutes and a lot of what he said made sense. I sat there and listened to him and wondered if I should grow a pair and sit closer. But I must admit, I’m one of those women that he described, I wanted him to read my mind. At least look at my nipples and how hard they were, I mean they were saying it all.

In the process of talking Craig managed to feed me three drinks. They were not all that strong, but I was feeling no pain. I smelled something good and it made me hungry.

“Fuck, that smell. I thought the place was closed. I am so hungry,” I said. “What do you smell?” I took a deep breath. “Chinese I think.” “You’re in luck. I have Panda Express,” He put the bag on the table. “But we can’t eat in here.” “Oh, no. Thanks but I can’t eat your dinner.” “I bought enough for two. I hope you like the spicy shrimp and orange chicken,” he said.

“Are you k**ding. I love them,” I said and looked into his eyes. Now I think I am pretty. My husband always tells me I am hot. I have some decent C sized tits, but I am older and a little more round that younger girls. So, it always surprises me when a guy looks at me like Craig was. He had hit the magic button though; you can always get me with food. My husband knows this about me and so we tend to go out a lot. I also love when a guy plans and thinks of me. I found myself leaning in and whispering. “Your room or mine?”

AFTER DINNER

We went to his room and we ate. He and I talked a lot about the stories I write and how I do it. Then we talked about my favorite porn clips on my profile. I was horny and so ready to head back to my room and fuck myself silly with a dildo in my bag when Craig looked at me funny.

“I have a question,” He said and right on que my phone buzzed. It was Dan texting me. “Hang on a second, it’s my husband.” “Ok,” Craig got up to do something.

Dan: What’s up. Me: Nothing. Just having dinner and hanging out with Craig. Dan: Craig? Where did you guys go? Me: Every place is closed, so I am in his room. Dan: Ooo, Netflix and chill? Me: No, perv. You’re so bad. I’m headed to my room in a minute. I’ll call you. Dan: Ok. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ;) Me: your impossible. Love you, bye.

I put the phone down and turned back to Craig. “You were going to ask something?” “Never mind,” he said. “Don’t do that. Tell me,” I said. “No it’s embarrassing now that I had time to think better of it.” “OK. Be an asshole. How bad could it be?” I asked and I hoped I had goaded him into an answer. I hoped it would start something because I was not strong enough to say anything.

“Ok, fine. Can I have a pair of your panties,” he said. Not what I was expecting but considering Craig was into femdom and panties it was not a surprise. “Wow. OK,” I said. “I have a suitcase full of them.” “No. Not them. The ones your wearing,” He said. Now it just got interesting. I found it hard to breath as I considered his request. My mouth engaged before I could really think.

“Get on your knees.” “What?” “Get on your knees.”

He got down and I walked to him, now standing a foot away I waited. He still was not making the first move.

“Well.”

“What?” he looked confused. I remembered his conversation about women expecting men to read minds. “You want them, get them.”

Oh my god, did I just say that. I was going to let some man I really did not know take off my panties. He hesitated.

“I don’t have all night. This is a limited time offer,” I said getting a little bolder. He reached up under my sundress and ran his hands up the back of my thighs. Fuck it felt good. His hands were soft and gentle as he found the waistband of the least sexy pair of panties I had. Not quite the grandma kind but still very practical. But the cotton panel of my crotch was soaked so I figured that would be the part he would like. The panties slipped down my legs and finally at the floor I picked up one foot and let him slip that side off. I steadied myself on him and found myself caressing his hair, I am whore for a guy’s hair. And then, I got bolder. I left my other foot on the floor as he looked up at me.