The case at the airport

In the summer I was going to go to rest on the sea. At the airport I was already at six in the morning. Before the reception there was already a decent line. I stood behind a tall slim blonde with two big bags. A breeze brought to me the pleasant smell of her perfume, and I involuntarily paid attention to her. Short haircut, expensive denim jacket, light skirt just above the knee, and then slender tanned legs. The line moved, and my neighbor started moving her bags. It immediately became clear that they were rather heavy, and I offered my help.

The woman smiled warmly and thanked me. We talked and chatted freely, while the queue moved. Her name was Olya, and she was going to rest in a holiday home. Near the counter, she asked me to register one bag for me, so as not to pay for the extra weight. Boarding passes gave us the neighboring places. There was an hour before departure, and we decided to drink coffee. The bar was right at the exit to the tarmac, so we could not miss the plane. Coffee, as always at the airport, was nasty, but I did not pay attention to it. It gave me pleasure to be in the company of this nice woman. She simultaneously radiated strength and softness. Intelligent clear speech, no sayings and jargon. After the second cup of coffee, Olya apologized, smiled, and said:

- Looks like I need to go to the toilet.

Toilets were right next to the glass wall on the airfield.

- I guess I'll go - she got up and went there.

The entrance to the men's room was free, and the queue crowded into the women's room. I stayed at the table, watching her. Olya stood at the end of the line, directly opposite, if you looked across the hall, turned around and made me a hurt grimace, spreading her arms, they say, and then - all. For a while she stood quietly, then began to shift from one foot to the other, and then she got up, turned to me and spread her legs. At the same time she looked at the toilet door, to which there were still about five people. I, myself, caught myself gazing at her stomach, or rather, just below. The early sun illuminated her through the glass, and the skirt became almost transparent.

I could fully see her slender beautiful legs and even guess the pattern on white panties. There was only about four meters between us. They announced landing on our plane. Olya looked at me, and I found myself in a very piquant situation. Following my gaze, she looked down, and understood everything, but was not embarrassed, but only smiled. I blushed to the tips of the ears. But no one noticed this - the people were already crowding to land. Continuing to smile, Olya quickly approached me:

“I can't do without you,” she said, and mischievous little devils began to play in her eyes.

- Go.

Gently taking her hand, she confidently led me along. Nearby there was a passage to the stairs to the second floor, and at the very stairs there was a door to the utility room. There was a light on. Olya looked inside - no one, and pulled me inside. Small clean room, in the corner lockers for clothes. Quickly closing the door, she looked at me:

- It seems that you are interested or something seemed to me?

I did not have time to answer, as her skirt flew up to the waist, and now I could clearly see blue flowers on white panties.

“Okay, no time to explain,” she said.

- Come here and put your hands on my shoulders, pushed me down.

I did not resist and, as if hypnotized, knelt down. Olya with a quick movement of her hand took her panties to the side and, spreading her hips, gave me her charms.

“Open your mouth,” she commanded.

I obeyed, her hands pressed my face into the crotch and my shortly trimmed pussy pressed against my lips. Olya caught me by the neck and moved forward. My head tilted back, and she crouched right in my face.

I did not have time to figure out how a stream of hot urine filled my mouth.

“Swallow,” she said.

I frantically began to swallow, trying not to pour. For a moment she stopped and stood up, giving me a break, then sank down again and let a strong jet go straight down my throat. This was repeated several times until it was relieved. Having finished, Olya let me go, shortly leaving:

- Lick it.

I licked my wet lips. She quickly adjusted her panties, skirt and, smiling, extended her hand to me:

- Thank you, you really helped me out.

Taking her hand, she led me to the hall. The landing ended. We ran to the bus. Popping inside, Olya pulled a handkerchief out of the pocket of her denim jacket:

- Take, wipe.

I wiped my mouth and nose, and only then I felt the sharp unique smell of the female perineum. Olya, squinting, looked at me:

- Looks like you're fine.

At the same time I felt that her hand lay on my excited member.

“And you, I see, even liked it,” she whispered in my ear.

When we climbed the ladder to the plane.

On the plane, we took our seats. After everyone settled in, the flight attendants went through the cabin and asked everyone to buckle up before takeoff. They were wearing white blouses and short skirts, their beautiful long legs were covered in flesh-colored tights. On her feet were high-heeled shoes.

When one of them passed by me, I almost turned my neck, seeing her off.

- What I liked? - asked Olya.

I was a little embarrassed.

- Yes, there is something to see.

- But, you do not go to any comparison with them - I told her.

Olya smiled.

The aircraft, meanwhile, gained altitude, in the windows were visible clouds, sailing below us.

- Girl, tell us if we can transfer.

Pointing to empty seats at the end of the cabin, the stewardess asked Olya.

- Yes, please - said the stewardess and added.

- If you will be comfortable there.

- Thank you, it will be convenient for us there - looking at me, Olya said.

I got up and let Olya go ahead, headed towards the end of the cabin.

I walked behind Olga, not taking my eyes off her beautiful figure.

The cabin was half empty, all the passengers sitting in front.

When we reached the seats at the end of the salon, she said:

- Sit down.

- I'm coming now, just going to the toilet.

I settled in a chair, leaving Ole a place near the porthole.

While she was gone, I took the newspaper and began to read jokes, but all my thoughts were about why I am not with her now. I remembered how she, Olga, grabbed my neck and moved forward. My head tilted back, and she crouched right in my face.

- Here I am.

Interrupted my memories Olya.

I looked up. She stood in front of me and my face, like there in the back, was at the level of her pussy.

“You don't want to do anything for me?” She asked.

While I wondered what she wanted from me.

Without waiting for an answer, she took me with one hand by the hair and with the other lifted the edge of my skirt and put my head between my legs, pressing my face to my pussy.

- Lick! - she said.

I stuck out my tongue and he immediately found himself in her already wet pussy.

- Sui deeper! She said softly.

Hugging my hips with my hands, I tried to push my tongue even deeper.

- Yes Yes!

- That's so good!

- Lick inside!

Holding my head with both hands, she pressed her to her pussy more and more.

Kneeling on the seat, she pushed my head under her.

For convenience, I had to get off the seat a bit. I was already kneeling on the floor, when she fell on my face, with all my weight. Sometimes she ...