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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I fly very frequently to and from sunny destinations, pretty much always for work and therefore I have certain set routines and habits when traveling.
Naturally, doing this means I often go to new and different places and more often than not alone.
This story is pretty much a true account of a recent encounter on one of my trips back from a middle eastern country.
So having been out for 2 days wheeling behind me only my suit trolley I walk in to the business class lounge of an airport, plush opulent and full of people in transit to another destination.
One of my travel habits is to eat my meals in the lounge rather than in the air, so grabbing my meal I sit on a sofa across from a couple who look like they are on their way home from a week in the sun. We acknowledge each other and they continue their conversation.
Gobbling up my food a waiter passes and I ask him to grab me a nice cream, not visible so you only know they have them if you've been there before and know to ask.
The guy returns with me chocolate ice cream and the couple across from look up, I can see the lady also wanting so I promo and ask him to bring one advising she has the choice of vanilla, chocolate or strawberry cheesecake flavours. Picking chocolate the guy comes back and we all sit eating our ice cream. By now the ice is broken, I ask how their holiday was, what they did, where they stayed etc, they ask if this is a regular destination for me and I respond yes, twice a month I'm out here.
The conversation naturally closes and I whip my laptop out and start on some work I still have to do...that is pretty much that until we board the plane.
The usual flight routine stuff occurs and we end up in the air, since I've eaten the flight crew know not to disturb me for food via a do not disturb sign, I carry on with work so as not to get in the way of flight crew walking up and down the cabin.
As meals are served and things quieten down I've almost finished my work and decide to unwind by heading to the bar at the back of the plane.
Great concept - gets you out your seat and interacting we people which makes the flight feel much shorter than it actually is.
About 10 minutes in the couple I was talking to also appear, we exchange pleasantries and they order their drinks...
Sitting on the side I'm reading a magazine or more so flicking through it, up comes the purser who decides to do the usual meet and greet chat with me (frequent flyer with an obscene flight record that puts his flight roster to shame). The couple head over and sit next to me, conversation is re-engaged, they are intrigued by a number of things...
Am I British I.e. live in uk, what do I think of the country we have just left behind, how do I find it, where do I stay, how often, why etc etc...delving deeper we talk cultures and end up on laws, do/donts of the country, at this stage they disclose they are married and while out on holiday they felt it necessary to behave, so I go on to explain customs and what the possibilities are.
They find this very interesting and didn't realise how open things are - there is a large expatriate community and an even larger workforce from the Asian continent which is changing the way in which things are handled in the country.
The conversation goes on to fascinate them both and we end up on how do I manage relationships given I tend not to sit still in one place for too long. At this stage do I introduce them to the Fab lifestyle or do I keep that secret? Ah what the heck, strangers I won't see again so I go on to explain casual relationships are what works for me. I sense a bit of excitement from the lady as we continue the discussion and they go on to explain their kinks - now I'm all switched on and listening intently.
So - he likes watching/taking pictures and videos but not necessarily being involved. Not to say they don't have sex but he gets a kick from it, she enjoys variety and well quite frankly 2 weeks in to their holiday they are both damn frustrated!
Once he has a good set of pics he is happy to wander off and leave her to enjoy...
As for her, apart from the variety she likes the dressing to tease, being a bit more in control but not necessarily dominant and well quite frankly anything goes.
Conversation is clearly heating up, between likes and dislikes, how I cope in this conservative country we all look like we just need a bed.
Then comes the surprise, she goes on to say, we noted you don't have much baggage, but how about you come over to ours once we land and we can play?
Well no need to ask me or any other man twice, of course I say.
But how about you guys go home, I go to my place, pick up the car and head over to you (given we are all relatively close to Heathrow) - to which they agree.
Her comments being great, will give her time to shower and get changed.
Five further hours pass, we land, having exchanged contact details we head home.
Bags dumped, showered and changed I jump in to the beast and roar towards their place.
Arriving at their place, a nice largish what appears to be five bed house I knock on the door to be met by the husband.
Inviting me in he offers up drinks and we sit chatting, I'm wondering where the mrs has got to. He looks at me knowing what I've just thought of and says don't worry she's preparing a surprise for you! Ok now I'm intrigued...
What seems like an age, but only 10 ,minutes later I hear the heels clicking away as she comes down the stairs and towards the room we are in.
Exchanging pleasantries and a brief kiss she grabs my hand and says let's go...so we head upstairs, just the two of us at this stage and as we leave the room his closing comment is "enjoy". Without so much as a moment to work out her clothing I up and move
As we walk up the stairs she says, there's something more to tonight, I say go on, so she says wait and see...admiring her clothing I note a black leather skirt, white blouse and clearly lingerie underneath with a guess she is wearing holdups or stockings. Very nice I think to myself
Entering a bedroom we head towards the bed where I see yet more lingerie at this point she tells me that she does in fact have quite a dominant side to her.
Ok, having never done the dome thing not sure what to say/do but that's cool, she becomes very instructive all of a sudden. The lingerie she says is for you, slip in to it in the bathroom and come out when ready.
Having never done that before I'm not sure where to start or what to say. But not one to pass up the opportunity to enjoy a lady's body I grab the lingerie (black basque, stockings) and head to the ensuite, dressed and ready I walk out the bathroom to find her laying on the chez. Mmmm very nice I think she beckons me over and tells me to kneel before her. Playing along I do so and she goes on to tell me what she wants to happen. |
