He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room . . . his room.



Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.



He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax," he said.




Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.




I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder and I partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.


Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.


Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant.


This is a true man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would stop at nothing to have his way. A man who would look into my soul and say . . .
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"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now.

I'm sure he works in terminal 5!  2008 TDV8 Vogue SE in Java black

alanm_3 wrote:

I'm sure he works in terminal 5!

MICK wrote:

alanm_3 wrote:

I'm sure he works in terminal 5!

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