To be clear, I’m a reasonably young white dude who likes his malt and hops craft. There was not a decent beer insight at the bar. Before I knew it, she was on top of me, rocking her hips back and forth on my groin. She said she knew of an empty terminal where we could settle in for the night. She squealed when she saw me with the two rocks glasses. We were fucking in public after all. That flight attendant may have had a lucky break, but I’m having a better night. “Course I didn’t, Miss…”
“Rachel! The alcohol buzz enhanced sensation beautifully. Grinding against me, she brought my palms confidently to her chest and let me grope her C-cup breasts. “Now… You do what you want with me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. We wandered out of the bar at about 1:00 AM with arms around each other, my hand cupping her supple ass.
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