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My European holiday, Pt V (The Finale)
I figure it’s about time I wound up my trip to Europe.
Erik had to stay behind at the last minute. He got sent to Australia to save an important sale and had left at 4 a.m.. So, I found myself alone the last day in my Bremen hotel room after he had left, packing my things, and wishing he were there with his great sense of humor, his irritating jokes, and his tender hugs and kisses. I missed him!
By 11 a.m., I was at the airport waiting for the Lufthansa to London. On the way to the airport in a Mercedes-Benz taxi (they all seemed to be Mercedes, everywhere I went!), I got my last appreciation of this beautiful and friendly city.
Sometime after 3, I was London’s Gatwick airport in a bar nursing a Spanish Coffee and reading a Vanity Fair.
“American?” said a male voice with a mild accent I couldn’t quite place. He was toting a rather small suitcase with a tall extender handle.
“Yes. Is it so obvious?” I replied.
“Just a guess. I don’t think Vanity Fair is a big magazine outside the U.S., except possibly in writer’s circles. But mostly it was due to the tag on your suitcase.”
I blushed at not realizing I was carrying around a dead giveaway.
His accent, I had decided was German, and he would have been, had we been in the 1930’s an exemplar of Hitler’s Aryans: blond in the hair, blue in the eyes, and the picture of good health. (Of course, in reality, the real Aryans were dark in the hair, brown in the eyes, and came from modern-day Iran, not Viking country).
“May I join you? I have a little time before my flight, and you look like good conversation.” “And you look like a good fuck!” I was thinking. “Sure, have a seat. I was just finishing the last of the articles I had wanted to read anyway, so you’re probably saving me going over to the magazine rack and buying me another one.”
He sat down opposite me, sinking into the plush lounge chair and crossing his legs.
He asked me what I had been reading, and as I told him about each article, it set us off in a different direction. Politics, travel, music, automobiles, and food are among the topics we discussed for several hours. Somehow, we never got into the personal area.
The more we talked, the hotter I got. Finally, I looked at my watch, realized I would be boarding my plane in less than an hour, and, looking around, said, “I don’t know about you, but I’d like to fuck!”
Somewhat shocked at my forwardness, he said, “Uh…well…so would I!”
“But,” I added, “I don’t know how to accomplish it here. Any ideas?”
He thought a bit and said, “I think I do. Come with me.”
At his side, he navigated the airport like he’d been there many times, which I guess he probably had. This was confirmed when he said, “There is an area I go to when I want to take a nap or just enjoy some peace and quiet.”
Before long, we were in an area of the airport used by official airlines of small and poor countries. Eventually, we had passed three or four waiting areas on each side without seeing a anyone.
He guided me to a row of seats facing a window and sat down. I sat down next to him. He looked at me appreciatively for a few seconds and then planted a dry kiss on my mouth. I kissed back, mouth open, and our tongues got busy.
He was fondling my breasts through my blouse and I was unbuckling and unzipping his pants, where I found a semi-erect penis. At least it wasn’t tiny! In fact, it was rather large-ish, if you know what I mean.
His cock grew in size as we kissed and petted each other. My nipples were by now rock-hard and had gotten very sensitive.
I got up and helped him get his pants and boxers down to his ankles. I knelt between his knees and took his stiff pecker into my mouth, circling the glans with tongue until I tasted some of his salty cock juice. Wow! That made my pussy kind of spasm and I got tingly all over. (The gals will know what I’m talking about.)
He’s moaning kind of low and sliding forward in his seat. I’m not sure why guys like that, but they like to get kind of almost on their back to get a blow job, and he was no exception.
I looked at his sopping wet cock and realized that in sucking it, I’d added at least another inch to it, and the girth had grown a bit as well. It now had thick bluish veins and a glans that looked like some obscene pink mushroom.
After a bit, I got up and standing first on one leg, then the next, I took my panties off, twirling them around my finger with a smile and winking at him.
I got onto my knees in the seat next to him, facing backward, in a doggy position. He took his boxers and trousers off, and flipped up my pleated skirt. Instead of fucking me right away, though, he got down on his knees and licked my pussy with a great degree of expertise. I laughed and said, “I see you’ve done this before!” He laughed as he licked and said, “Practice makes perfect!”
It sure does!
Woow!!! The next thing I knew, he was sticking his tongue deep into my asshole, which just gave me major shivers. And as if that weren’t enough, he was three-fingering my pussy with one hand and stroking my tummy with the other.
I just about passed out I was having so much fun. Just then, it got even better because he stopped what he was doing and I felt him enter my love canal, which you’d better believe was lubricated like crazy by then. He slid right in and started banging me hard. I crossed my arms and rested one cheek on them, closing my eyes, so I could think of snips and snails and puppy dog tails while he slowly brought me to a tumultuous and (I’m afraid) noisy series of wet orgasms because, as you may or may not know, I’m a squirter.
I thought he deserved a good finish, too, so I turned around in the seat to find him leaning against the glass, his cock still in full erection. I dropped to my knees in front of him and started blowing him with every trick in my rather extensive book, and he alternately growled and groaned as I did so. I could tell he was about to cum when he pushed me back and asked, “Do you like it ass-wise?” “Brother, do I!” I replied. “I thought you might, you little tart you! Lay down.”
I was on my tummy in a flash, and soon I felt him probing my pussy. He used my own wetness to lubricate my asshole and soon I felt his rigid rod pushing against my anus. I did my best to relax and, sure enough, he was slowly sliding in. Fuck! He felt big inside me. I raised my butt a bit to make it easier for him and even humped a bit myself once I found his rhythm.
This is when I thought I heard someone talking, and I whispered, “Quiet! I think someone’s nearby!”
So, he fucked my ass there, driving me crazy, and we did it without making a sound.
I was fiddling with my clit as he did so and I could feel an orgasm slowly rising within me. When at last I came, I don’t know how I did it silently, but I think I did. Somewhere in there he came, too, because when he pulled out, it was a very wet exit.
Because I had an asshole full of semen that I didn’t want in my underwear, I told him I needed to visit the restroom. He looked at his watch and said, “I’m sorry, but I have to go. I’m already very late for my flight.” I waved him off and he was gone in a sprint. I soon followed, looking intently for the nearest restroom, my anus bunched tight to keep his deposit from running down my inner thigh and possibly soiling my skirt.
It took a couple minutes, but I found one and, as I sat down on a toilet, I was glad to be able to let his whiteness drop into the bowl. Looking at my watch, I realized my flight was probably about to board, and, putting my panties back on, I myself trotted back to the main concourse, finding my gate just in time. Lufthansa was about to give my seat away to some stand-bys.
I wish I could tell you that I joined the “Mile High Club” on the way back, but actually I read about 100 pages of a paperback book I’d brought with me and slept the rest of the way mostly.
As I left the plane in New York, the crew was waiting at the door to greet us and wish us farewell. As I got there, Hilde and Renata, smiling, said a standard good-bye. At that moment, the Captain appeared in the doorway.
Guess who he was!