We descended at Santiago de Chile airport after a flight with no major hiccups. The longest stretch from Lima was already over, so I calculated that it would take only a few hours to get to Baires, finally home after three days spent in the beautiful Peruvian city with the excuse of a professional Congress, a great invention of tourism agencies and an elegant excuse to justify work absences.
The flight attendant kindly invited passengers making connections to settle into the waiting room, but to everyone's annoyance and without varying her immutable smile, she told us that the flight would be delayed by two or three hours due to weather problems over the mountain range.
She informed us that since the airport was under renovation, some sectors were unusable, but as a consolation prize, we could walk around the free shop and café area...
I sighed and decided to take a stroll around there, futilely stretching out my silk dress's implacable wrinkles, regretting having chosen that inconvenient outfit for an airborne trip, but one I had acquired with feminine fervor at the Plaza Mayor fair.
I walked around the free shop gondolas, trying cosmetics and perfumes, while promising myself to keep my credit card safely in my purse, which always proves difficult in those places...
The situation was rescued by a man's voice whispering in my ear from behind:
This is definitely the perfume for you... offering me a sample of 'Very Irresistible'.
I couldn't help but smile at this approach, as my suitor took my forearm and spread the fragrance on the inside of my wrist, not taking his eyes off mine while waiting for the required thirty seconds before bringing my hand to his face and barely touching my skin with his nose and mouth to confirm:
You're right... it's your perfume.
I confess that despite the surprise and my virtual petrification at this attitude so Undressed, that slight contact pierced through me like lightning, losing awareness of the place and moment. I only managed to laugh and explain clumsily that I wasn't planning on buying anything, I was just killing time because my flight was delayed.
- May I give it to you?
- Not at all, it's not worth it, I said, pretending to be offended.
- Can I at least invite you for a drink? he said with his relaxed but firm tone.
- Okay, let's have something, that's not so bad, I said, when I noticed he was still holding my arm. He released me gently and we walked towards the confitería.
I searched for an empty table with my eyes, but due to the large number of stranded passengers, there was only space at the uncomfortable high stools at the bar. He sat down beside me and ordered two vodkatonic without asking me, despite my attempt to protest - I didn't want to drink alcohol with a stranger who had affected me that way.
We introduced ourselves a bit more formally, talked about the inconvenience of the delay, he was also in transit, we exchanged some details about our activities and occupations, the socially correct thing to do in these circumstances.
We joked about his approach style and he told me it was an impulse that led him to do that, a sudden inspiration... More laughter, more relaxed tension, as I felt him looking at me and touching me carelessly but with calculated measure, almost like evaluating possibilities.
Meanwhile, my mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour, trying to let rationality overcome instinct. It's always a hard and difficult battle... the one I declared lost when he approached my neck, contact that I responded to inevitably with a shiver and a sigh.
- Come on, he said, took my arm and led me towards a long corridor announced by a sign Area under construction - Prohibited passage pushed a precarious divider and we entered a narrow site filled with building materials construction, shelves and various tools were piling up around us.
My heart was galloping wildly, fueled by the forbidden atmosphere and our furtive attitude, plus my companion's arms wrapped around me, pulling me against a wall, my hands reaching for his chest, strong, muscular, I caressed that body as we linked in a long, juicy, wild kiss.
I licked the edges of his lips, his neck, while my lover's skilled hands lifted my dress and squeezed my thighs, buttocks, breasts, and then back down again, both of us embracing each other, my stomach, hip reacting like independent entities by sticking to and rubbing against his body, I felt his tense, yearning sex beneath the clothes.
I wanted to access it but he stopped me, lowered my neckline and plunged into playing with his mouth, tongue... He buried his face between my breasts while his hands slid down again, searching and finding my core.
He knelt down and his restless tongue claimed my sex, while I caressed his head, excitement seized my consciousness and one of his hands came to my mouth to silence me, reminding me where we were. Understanding the message, I took that hand and licked each finger, foreshadowing my moment of savoring it when I melted into an unsettling and silent orgasm, my legs trembled, barely able to hold myself up.
He stepped back and looked up, not wanting to miss the image of my pleasure, his chin dripping with saliva and shining, his eyes feverish...
He stood up and I kissed him greedily, filling his mouth with my flavor in that mouth, pushed him towards the wall opposite and he opened his arms, moving them away from his body, surrendering to me. I removed his shirt and played with my lips and tongue on his chest, stomach, navel, approaching his belt with torturous slowness, tracing the edge of his pants leaving a groove of Humidity, I stepped back a little and freed it from the clothes that separated me from my desire.
I embarked on a luxurious journey along the length and breadth of his member, recognizing each portion of skin, flesh that was being offered to me in fullness, following the path of each vein upwards, seeking with avidity to savor that delicacy that emanated.
His breathing quickened, his body tensed announcing the next climax, I stopped for a moment, took my shoulders and stood up. We rotated so that I would again be facing the wall. With movements of an acrobat we positioned ourselves face to face and he held me while finally penetrating me.
The intensity of our gasps did not diminish in the obligatory silence that was becoming increasingly difficult for me to maintain, our incredibly coordinated sexes repeatedly moistened each other, challenging each other to increase the pleasures, our bodies cried out for more and more.
With clumsy delicacy we reached the floor, forgotten already was the unattractive location, my knees scraped against the rough floor, but it was stronger than the call of my belly that induced me to ride without mercy that body that was giving me so much pleasure.
His hands grasped my hips with force while elevating his own seeking total depth, I fell onto his sweaty torso, for a few moments, I remained in that position while feeling how he maintained the heat that flooded my entrails.
We sat on the floor and as we recovered, we heard the last call for my flight.
We kissed tenderly, he helped me get dressed and without more words, we parted ways.
As I walked down the aisle, I held firmly to the card that was handed to me almost at the door, the stewardess looked surprised at my appearance, my scratched knees, my hair disheveled, my dress wrinkled, I returned her gaze with a complicit smile, she made a gesture of understanding and closed the door behind me...
Comentarios Destacados
Excelente relato Lady !!!
Muy caliente y con una ambientación que dispara la adrenalina !!!
Nota al margen, ese perfume de Givenchy es delicioso !!! 😉
Gracias por compartir.
Angie te deja Besos y Lamiditas !!!
La mejor forma de agradecer la buena onda que se recibe es comentando, al menos al que te comenta. Yo comenté tu post, vos comentaste el mío?
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
42 comentários - Passengers in transit
Excelente...espléndida experiencia...feromonas sexuales son sus palabras....
Miradas cómplices, divino...
Felicitaciones @Lady_GodivaII por el relato!
no creo que se puedan describir mejor tus relatos milady
me sedujiste, excitaste, enamoraste, una vez mas
link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_Y0lmDB2y0
Bello y excitante
Pd.despues el guarro soy yo... 🙎♂️
Excelente 👏 👏 👏
La mejor forma de agradecer la buena onda que se recibe es comentando, al menos al que te comenta.
Yo comenté tu post, vos... ¿Comentaste el mío?
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad!!!
y que complicadas son las tarjetas en el free shop!!!!!
"no dejó de mirarme a los ojos mientras esperaba los treinta segundos de rigor para luego acercar mi mano a su rostro y apenas rozándome con su nariz y boca, confirmar
-No me equivocaba...es tu perfume. "
Esa parte me pareció TAN sexy, pero TAN sexy, que todo lo demás era inevitable...
"era más fuerte la llamada de mi vientre"
Me encanta la forma en que escribís MiLady...
Excelente relato!!!!! Rindo mis honores de todas las formas posibles
Excelente relato, como siempre bien contado, apasionado, loco, hermoso!
Volveré!!
Besos
Mimilau 💕
Muuuy caliente!
Me encanto! Como todo lo que escribis...
Gracias pro compartir
Esta frase para mi resume el leitmotiv de su pequeña obra de arte: Dejarse ir... ceder a la pasión, al deseo, a la tentación
Y es magnífico cuando eso nos posee... Y usted lo relató de la forma que nos tiene acostumbrados: Dándo cátedra...!!! 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹
Acepta tarjeta? Hágame el cupón por valor de 10 morlacos...
Un relato exquisitamente erótico.
Un lujo y un placer leerla hermosa dama 🙌
La mejor forma de agradecer es comentando a quien te comenta.
Muy caliente... una buena forma de pasar el tiempo esperando el embarque a un vuelo (o eso, o leer una selección de relatos de @Lady_GodivaII )
Saludos! 😘
paso por mi tierras y no avisa...mmmmm malo malo 😉
http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2425358/Mer-Mis-Anecdotas-3-Salida-en-busca-de-Sergio-Tete-2.html