Chapter 4 of the Air Commando story.
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I'm a software consultant who constantly travels - every week, twice a week - to different locations, usually through my local airport.
A while ago, my underwear's elastic broke, leaving my crotch unsecured. While this was embarrassing, I found myself enjoying the feeling of going commando during my travels. My penis erected and remained that way until I could take care of it.
Furthermore, being discreetly aroused excited me, as did the possibility of being discovered. I've been fortunate enough to have some memorable experiences. One time, Michelle, a ticketing agent, blew me. The next week, Heather, a fellow passenger, and I engaged in mutual masturbation on a plane.
A routine interview with Lucy, a TSA agent I had a crush on, left me hopeful. She had large breasts, a curvaceous body, light blue eyes, and lovely lips. Her smile added to the pleasantness of my day. Her shapely figure was quite the ode to temptation.
Last week, Lucy rapped me for my tardiness and reminded me to come to the airport early. This week, I arrived early, anticipating a tryst with Lucy.
At the airport, I was thrilled to see her working the security line. However, her expression suddenly soured upon spotting me. My heart sunk, and my cock retreated.
At the security checkpoint, Lucy redirected me, saying there was an ID issue. Standard procedure, she claimed, which involved going through security screening then meeting her beyond the barrier.
The guards searched my bags thoroughly. It was nerve-wracking, considering the sensitive customer and project data on the USB flash drives. However, they eventually let me proceed to where Lucy was waiting.
With a wicked grin, she instructed me to find a nursing pod. With my pants lowered, I awaited her presence.
My penis throbbed in anticipation, and I leaked a clear, viscous fluid - a stark contrast to once being flaccid. I speedily navigated the airport, finding the secret lair Lucy described. I entered, closed the door, and prepared myself. A few moments later, Lucy appeared, glaring at my swollen member.
Lucy's face lit up as if it was Christmas morning as she spoke. "Sir, as I said earlier, I need to take you to a security area," she said. "If you go around this corner, you'll find a pod for nursing mothers. It'll be unoccupied. Enter and await my arrival."
The pod was a small, circular room with a chair for nursing mothers and a milking station. The heightened anticipation sent shivers down my spine as I imagined her approaching me, anticipating what transpired next.
As Lucy approached the pod, her expression transformed into a knowing leer. She wore the same sweet, black cherry lipstick as Michelle, the ticketing agent.
Lucy's face beamed like a Christmas tree. She wore a wicked smile accentuated by red lips and those glimmering eyes. Her lips' slight movement revealed her predatory nature.
In a hushed tone, she instructed, "Sir, I need to take you to a hidden area." With a blink of innocence, Lucy's gaze grew even more sinister. "If you go around this corner, you'll find a closed-off room that's reserved for Milk Nursing mothers. After entering, you'll find a high chair for them in front of a privacy wall."
The sensuality in her voice sent shivers down my spine, and my manhood shuddered with arousal. I hastened to the specified location, discovered a dressing room for nursing mothers. Lucy promptly approached me, glaring at my erect phallus.
"Sir, I'll need you to sit on the high chair, lift your pants, and remain here patiently. Someone will escort me to a secret room in the back of the airport, where I'll begin your screening."
Her seductive accent injected a sense of intrigue into her words. I swiftly positioned myself on the chair and obeyed her. The excitement soon engulfed me as I imagined what Lucy had in store.
I anxiously awaited her return.
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Inside the pod, there was a comfortable bench seat along the right-hand wall with several pillows, a fold-down changing tray on the back wall, and a TV mounted on the left wall. I figured the TV was there to mask any noises from inside the small space. There was also a faintly scented air freshener, which smelled slightly like vanilla.
I set aside my bags and removed my pants, hanging them from the foldout handle on my suitcase. I sat down on the bench and waited. Lucy joined me around two minutes later. She closed the door and turned the lock to indicate the pod was occupied.
She stood in front of me and instructed, "No, that's not what I meant. Fetch a pillow and kneel in front of the bench." I followed her instructions, surprised but also excited by her sudden demand.
Lucy's smile widened into a mischievous smirk, and my cock jolted with anticipation.
She removed her shirt, revealing a delicate camisole beneath. She loosened her belt, unbuttoned her pants, and slid them off. She left on the camisole. Pulling off the top layer of clothing, she wore what appeared to be everyday underwear—nothing fancy. Her breasts were soft and ample, with fullness and slight droopiness. I could see a hint of her nipples through the material, but not much. My gaze slid down her curvy waist and generous hips. Her pussy looked shaved, and there was a faint dampness in her pants.
"Do you like what you see, huh?" she teased. "You've been checking me out since I walked in. After Michelle told me a few stories, your... well, pants... caught my attention."
"Welcome to the show!" She ran her tongue lightly over her lips, a naughty glint in her eyes. She unhooked her bra and stepped out of her underwear, leaving her breasts naked. My cock twitched eagerly, pulsing and leaking pre-cum on the floor.
Her full, round breasts boasted stiff nipples and attractive areolas. Her belly was slightly rounded, leading to slender hips and a plump behind. She wasn't wearing much, but her open pussy welcomed me in invitingly.
"Did you enjoy the view?" she asked.
"Ready for the main act!" she taunted, using her fingers to stroke her pussy and touch her clit. She shuddered each time her fingers hit her sensitive spot.
I haven't even seen anything yet, but she had my full attention. I shifted the pillow forward and knelt between her legs. I kissed and nibbled on inner thighs and teased her with controlled closeness to her pussy. I could see her pussy lips filled out, and there was a bit of moisture there. Her aroma was delicious.
I closed in and pressed against her pussy with my tongue, pushing it inside her. I stroked between her lips and retreated, repeating this several times. She moaned gently.
"Hurry up! You don't want to miss your flight," she crowed.
I took heed of her suggestion and pushed deeper into her. I concentrated on her clit, dabbing at her clitoris with my tongue while sucking gently on her clit. Her cries and groans sounded in sync with my movement, and I hoped the noise wasn't disruptive from outside the pod.
I slid two fingers into her pussy and each time, I also touched her g-spot, tickling it. Her groans grew louder, her body shuddering in pleasure.
"Yes, yes, harder," she begged. "Your mouth is driving me mad."
I carefully sped up my g-spot stimulation while applying more pressure to her clit. Lucy moaned louder, her nipples aching with her fingertips. She threw her head back and began panting rapidly.
I continued to caress her g-spot with my fingers, despite her urging. Then she suddenly seized both her nipples and twisted them between her fingers, her eyes closed as her breath grew shallow. Just as she began crying out in orgasm, I pushed my fingers inside her. My tongue frenzied on her clit, lapping at her sensitive spot. She clutched at her breasts, frozen in ecstasy.
As Lucy arched her back and let out a long scream, I continued licking and sucking. When she relaxed and opened her eyes, I turned off the TV. I used the pillow to dab the moisture off her skin as she caught her breath.
"Goodbye, dear," she whispered, a shy smile on her lips. "Until next time." I shivered, savoring the memory of her voice and body—her sweet peculiarities making me crave more. I quickly gathered my belongings and left the pod.
The woman began to convulse, releasing one of her nipples, and shielding her mouth. She convulsed and yelled into her hand. My fingers had been getting more moist, but all of a sudden they were drenched. I reduced the intensity of my sucking on her clit and rubbing her G-spot, waiting for her to regain her composure. She began to stir but then convulsed again, soaking my hand once more.
She abruptly grabbed my head and pushed it away from her. Taking her cue that she might be receiving too much stimulation, I removed my fingers. I discovered not only was my hand coated in her fluids, but my chin was as well, and it was beginning to drip onto my shirt. I hastily wiped it up with a convenient baby wipe.
She was still slumped against the bench with her eyes closed. Feeling a bit naughty, I used her panties to wrap them around the head of my penis, and stroked them a little. I left a moist spot for her to remember me by.
A reminder on my watch went off, indicating I needed to go to the gate. She regained consciousness, looked down at my still hardening penis, gave it a quick stroke, then started to dress. "Don't be late for your flight, sir!" She stepped out of the pod and closed the door behind her.
I glanced at my penis, then at my watch. I had no time to cater to my own needs before I had to board! That wicked, wonderful, splendid lady left me in a difficult situation! On purpose! I swiftly put on my pants, grabbed my luggage and hurried to the gate
As I was boarding the plane, I noticed Heather behind me. She didn't seem to notice, even after I waved. I hoped I'd be able to get someone to swap seats with me so we could sit ... together... again, but I ended up seated next to a window with an elderly couple on either side of me. Even if they were willing to swap seats, they would probably struggle moving through the aisle.
I merely hoped they didn't request a blanket.
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