I’m just casually sipping my Merlot at the hotel bar, ’cause, you know, me eating dinner alone, and this guy, Miles, hot older dude, right? Just parks himself right next to me. He’s all profound with stories about his travels and stuff; typical charming traveler. And I’m just there feeling… kinda naughty, I guess.

So, fast forward to the next night, same story but add more wine, right? And it got me so—what do you call it?—um, lubricated? Yeah, let’s go with that. We almost kissed that night, but I chickened out last second. But then, third night, girl, he really goes for.

Alright, so get this, after the dinner wraps up and the wine’s got me all giggly and tipsy, we head to the elevator, just kinda drifting closer together, real shy-like. There we were, in this quiet, charged-up space. Miles, that sly fox, leans in and starts trailing kisses down my neck, soft and slow, and oh Lord, did that send shivers right down to my toes! I couldn’t help but turn to face him, and that’s when our lips met—hot and urgent. Amidst that steamy kiss, his daring hand found its way, sliding up my thigh. Before I knew it, girl, his fingers were teasing, exploring, sending tingles in waves. Just as I thought we might break all the decency laws right there in the elevator, my damn phone rings—it’s the hubby. Just like that, the spell broke, but damn, till then, it was something straight out of a naughty fantasy.

Shit got wild because, just when he suggested sneaking up to his room, my phone rings. It’s the hubby—bad fucking timing, right? I dumped Miles off and dashed to my room, guilt-ridden but crazy turned on. God, I was like, dripping… I’m not even kidding. My panties could’ve drowned a fish!

Anyway, I finger-fucked myself into oblivion that night, but it wasn’t enough. The next morning, I bump into him at the airport. Fuck, he looked good. And he’s all apologetic, smooth-talker that he is. And me being me, overshared that if my hubby hadn’t called, I’d have totally been in his room.

Can you believe that I actually told him that? So, he’s like, “What about now?” And girl, we spot this family bathroom, right? No one around. We sneak in there, he’s so fucking eager, he can’t wait—his hands are all over me.

We didn’t say much, just fucked, you know. And damn, it was hot! Clothes everywhere. He bent me over the sink, and we’re laughin’ ‘cause he can barely get my pants off – got them stuck ‘round my damn shoes. But then he enters me and, oh god, it’s like fucking fireworks – just straight to pound town! He’s rough, yet perfect. Every thrust felt like—Mmm—I was in heaven, and then, um, he switches gears, fingers massaging my ass, urging me… fuck it, right? And then bam—there’s his cock pushing against my ass and girl, I’m so wet and slippery, it’s like a damn lube factory back there.

At that moment, he gently pushes just as everything tightens and squeezes around him—the sensation was insane, and that’s when he just fucking explodes. And man, feeling him come while he’s pressed up against me, in that tight, warm spot, it totally triggered my own orgasm again… like bam! We pulled our damn selves together, scrambling to look normal as we snuck out, not saying a word, but knowing, fuck, we both wanted more.

I bolt for my gate, get onboard, and damn, I’m still feelin’ his cum inside me. It’s naughty and yet, fuck, what else was I supposed to do, you know? So, here I am, finally seated, trying to act all normal and stuff on this packed flight. But girl, just when I thought I had contained all the wildness to the airport bathroom, I feel it—drip, drip. Fucking hell, some of Miles’s cum starts leaking out of me, right through my undies. I’m mortified! There’s this warm, wet trail making its naughty little way down my thigh, dripping shit, even onto the seat! I’m frantically grabbing those crappy airline napkins, pressing them under me, praying no one notices this hot mess I’ve turned into. Just another chaotic souvenir from one hell of an airport hookup, right?