Two Men and a Wife

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Betrayal

Jake and his brother pulled the suit cases out of the trunk. He couldn’t wait to get some sleep. He’d been stuck at the airport for two days because of a freak snowstorm. He had two months of from school and decided to spend it with his brother Nick and his wife instead of going home to mom.

Jake had always been the coolest big brother and he wanted to spare Jake the trouble of an over protective mother. She could be a bit much sometimes and Jake wanted a no break from people especially her. She wasn’t all too happy about his brother’s interracial marriage and she would most likely try to force Jake to take her side on the matter.

He had no problem with his brother’s choice in women and loved Allison. He just wanted peace and quiet and Nick successfully convinced him to spend the next two weeks with him.

Nick had a huge house up in the mountains where he and Alison lived. They’d had no kids yet and it with all the spare room, it would be like having his own apartment for the break. Nick also promised to loan Jake one of his bikes and that sealed the deal.

He couldn’t wait to get his hands on his brother’s prized motorcycle collection. It was a huge step up from driving his mom’s car. He’d been very excited about the trip, until the plane touched the ground and he found out that he and the other passengers were snowed in for the night.

It took more that thirteen hours to clear it all up and by the time his brother came to pick him up, he was more than irritated. He looked like crap, with bags under his green eyes, from the uncomfortable night at the airport.

Not getting enough sleep always irritated him and he just wanted to take a hot shower and bury himself under his covers. The drive home wasn’t a bad one and he thanked his lucky stars for that. His back was sore and he couldn’t stand being seated for long, even in his brother’s Jag.

His brother was living the life, and his cars and home showed for it. He lived in a large two story mansion, that was way too big for him and Allison. But then again Nick had always been a showoff. Whatever, Jake didn’t care. As long as he got the privacy and quiet that was promised, everything would be good.

They carried the luggage in and Jake was greeted with the sight of Allison in a white tank and what looked like men’s briefs. Most likely his brother’s stuff. She had gained a lot of weight since he last saw her. She’d always been thick but now she had seemed to put on at least 30 lbs. more. She still was beautiful with that chestnut brown skin and those big brown eyes of hers. Ever since he’d first met her, he always thought that they looked like cat’s eyes. She gave him a hug and he tried his best to hide his excitement. Most of her weight were in her massive breasts and as she embraced him, they were squashed against his muscular chest. He slowly put his arms around her to receive the hug and was taken aback by how soft she was. Even her scent was delicious and caused his cock to twitch against her belly.

He quickly let go of her and backed up. This was, after all his sister in law.

“Look at you Jake.” she grinned happily, as her fingers trailed over his shirt. You’ve gotten bigger since I last saw you. Damn you’re a handsome man now.”

Jake laughed, “Yup. I think I can even take Nick now.”

“Yeah sure you could!” His almost identical, yet shorter brother said sarcastically as he brushed past with the bags.

“He just might baby.” Allison teased.

Nick grabbed her roughly by the waist and pulled her body to his. She squealed in delight and laid a passionate kiss on her husband which filled Jake with envy. He had money just like his brother. His father had left them lots of it in the will, but Jake was missing someone like her in his life.

As he looked at the happy couple, he imagined himself in Nick’s place, groping Allison’s soft behind and kissing her neck. He and Nick had similar features; the same green eyes, dirty blond hair and the same build as well, only being two years apart. He saw a shorter version of himself with Allison and it brought about feelings that he never knew he had.

“So where am I gonna be?” He quickly said, trying to break their lover’s embrace.

“Oh. In the west wing. Come on. I’ll take ya.” Nick said, inching away from Allison’s side.

“Breakfast will be ready in a minute guys. So don’t spend too much time up there.” Allison shouted after them as they climbed the staircase.

**

Breakfast was great. Allison proved herself to be a great cook, which more than made up for the poisonous mush he’d been subjected to when Nick tried to test his cooking skills. He ate his fill of her homemade biscuits, sausages, crispy bacon and a garden omelet. The woman knew her way around the kitchen and Jake wished he could have someone making him breakfast like this every morning. His brother was beyond lucky to have her and as he stepped into his own personal shower, he let his thoughts run free.

Allison served them with the same outfit that she’d greeted him in. She’d gotten a huge rise Starzbet Güncel Giriş out of him and it was time to take care of it. He felt guilty for lusting after her but he couldn’t help it. Those curves, those luscious breasts with the tiny, pointed nipples, the soft ass that his brother had his hands all over; Jake craved all of it.

His dick was 8 inches of hard steel and he wondered what being inside her felt like. He gripped his hard shaft as the water ran over his body and imagined Allison in the shower with him.

She was wearing the same tank top and the water ran over it, revealing her dark pointed nipples through the sheer fabric. She slid her hand over the thick rounded tip of his cock and began to stroke him slowly. While she worked his organ, he pinned her flat against the tiles and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned against his mouth and her body shivered as he reached over the wet tank to play with her right breast. Her nipple poked through the ribbed fabric and he plucked and pinched it with his thumb and forefinger. Her tongue hungrily lashed at his while he pinched the dark bud. She squirmed against him as her need for him was becoming more desperate. In response to the pleasurable pain, she jerked his cock harder until even he had to stop his teasing. Instead he latched his mouth over her clothed nipple and began to flick his tongue over it.

Her breast barely fit in his hand as he raised the soft orb to his mouth.

“Ooh yes!” She moaned as he sucked the bud into his mouth.

She began to thrust her pelvis against his testicles as she jerked his lengthy shaft. He could feel the pressure surmounting as her tiny fingers crept over his wide girth and rocked his reddened cock. He could hold on no longer. She was only jerking his cock head when he suddenly released all over her fingers. He groaned with satisfaction as the thick white globs spurted over his fingers. The very same he wished belonged to Allison.

He fell back against the tiles as he squeezed the last of his hot seed onto the the tub’s base. He was panting hard and his vision had gone blurry, but he kept all thoughts on Allison as he drained the tip. That was the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had. Unfortunately it was all from a fantasy. He took a deep breath and began to lather himself. He’d worn himself out and needed some sleep. He quickly washed his body off and left his shameful thoughts behind as he exited the bathroom.

When he got to his room his phone was going off. He knew it was Jessica. She was his girlfriend back in college and he realized he’d forgotten to call her. He quickly picked up the cell phone and answered.

“Hey Jess.”

“Hi baby. I miss you.” She said sweetly.

“I miss you too Jess.” He responded as he began to wipe his body down.

“How was the flight?”

“Long and boring. But Nick got me and I just got here 3 hours ago.”

“Oh you poor baby. You must be tired.” She said in a provocative voice.

His phone suddenly buzzed and he pulled the phone away to look at his screen. It was a text message from Jess. He opened it and it was a nude pic of her breasts. The picture was taken close up and focused on her perky pink nipples. He knew that she was a b cup…nothing like Allison. Jessica’s voice broke him away from his traitorous thoughts.

“So? Do you like your little present?”

“Uh…yeah” he said sounding less than convincing.

Usually the racy photos were enough to get him rock hard but now…he was having a hard time. He hoped that it was temporary. Not being turned on by your girlfriend anymore was a bad sign.

“I was thinking about having a little fun over the phone. How about it?”

“Uh listen Jess, I’m really tired.”

“Oh…okay. Well I guess I should give you a break. Get some sleep and I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay. Yeah I’ll call you when I get up.”

“Alright babe. Bye!”

Jake hung up without another word. He was lucky to get away this time without being questioned. This time he had an excuse but next time

***

When he woke up a few hours later her went down and found Nick and Alison cuddled up on one of the couches’ watching a movie. He sat down on the adjacent couch and began to doze off soon after. He wasn’t too interested in what was on anyway.

He was half asleep when he he began hearing sounds of moaning. The quilt blocked most of his vision but he slowly moved it out of the way to take a peek. He had an idea of what was going on and to wake up in the midst of his brother getting it on would be more than awkward. Still Allison was there and he couldn’t help his curiosity.

Slowly he lifted the blanket aside until his view wasn’t obscured. Sure enough it was what he thought. Nick had his hand down her pajama pants and was moving it against her pussy vigorously while she squirmed in his lap. His other hand was beneath her tank and he was pinching her nipple while he whispered softly in her ear. At first Jake couldn’t hear what was being said and strained to make our Starzbet Giriş what Nick was whispering in her ear.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Two big dickss inside you.” Nick breathed as he worked her clit.

“What the hell…” Jake thought to himself. “Do they swing?”

“Mmm yeah baby…but I don’t know if he’ll be up for it.”

“I saw the way he looked at you. He wants you baby. Just like I want this tight pussy to come all over my fingers. Like I promised babe, its your turn to have what you want.” he breathed.

He was moving his hand faster against her crotch and Allison began to gyrate in his lap as he stimulated her clit.

“Oooh fuck! Baby stop you’re gonna wake Jake.” She gasped.

“No I won’t…but I thought you liked a little thrill .” nick breathed against her neck as he lifted the tank slowly to reveal Allison’s naked breast.

Jakes cock rose against his belly as Nick bounced the soft orb in his hand. He pulled his hand away from her crotch and trailed his wet fingers upwards against her ribcage until he reached the other. He lifted the tight tank and began to pinch the dark tips of her breasts while Jake secretly spied on them.

“Nick…what if he sees baby” she hissed as he continued to knead her breasts.

“Get up baby.” He whispered, ignoring her last warning.

As she raised her body from in between his legs, he pulled out his cock and suddenly her mouth was on the red tip. Jake felt a little uncomfortable with all this going on in front of him, but he couldn’t help being turned on by the sight of Allison’s juicy lips sucking Nicks erect cock into her mouth. She cocked her head back and forth over the slick organ while Nick threw his head back against the couch.

“Lucky bastard!” Nick thought as he watched Allison enjoying the taste of her husband.

His arm was falling asleep and he shifted quickly, hoping not to attract any attention. Unfortunately, Allison had seen the movement and was now looking into his eyes. He froze and has prepared to be called disgusting and a pervert. Those few seconds he’d locked eyes with her felt like a lifetime and he was scared out of his mind. She would hate him forever and kick him out of the house.

Surprisingly she slowly lifted her mouth from Nick’s glistening member and shot him a little smile.

“Come on babe. Let’s go to bed.” She said softly.

“Aww you’re no fun.” He smirked.

“Get up.” She giggled. “Come make me scream daddy.”

“Oh you’ll be screaming alright!” He chuckled.

She led him away by the hand leaving Nick to wonder what would happen next. She’d smiled at him and he didn’t know how to read that. He was too anxious to go back to sleep, so he sat up and thought for a minute.

“Maybe she’ll tell him in the morning or something. He’ll be fuckin’ pissed!” He thought.

The sound of loud moaning was coming from upstairs and he looked towards their wing. Allison was screaming her head off. It sounded like Nick was giving it to her good, because he too was groaning.

“What a mess! I’ve only been here for a day and already I’m in deep shit. Way to go Jake!” He scolded himself.

He picked up his blanket and crept up the stairs, back to his room. He would deal with his brother’s anger when the time came but he couldn’t ignore the boner in his pants. He’d seen more than he ever expected and the image of Allison’s luscious body was stuck in his mind. He closed the door behind him and flung himself into bed. He closed his eyes and pulled his cock out of his boxers. The tip was already slick with pre-cum and he

Gathered the moisture with his fingers to lubricate the tip.

Once again he was thinking about Allison and not Jessica.

“What the fucks wrong with me?” He thought, while stroking his cock and Imagining Allison’s lips all over him. He thought of her gorgeous skin and those beautiful dark breasts. He wanted to lick and suck them until she begged for him to stop. He wished that he was a little older. Then he would’ve had a better chance of being with her instead of Nick. They all met at a party and jake being the youngest of the group got hooked up with a girl close to his age. He never thought that nick would get serious about allison but after a month they became serious.

Now five years later they were happily married and here he was jerking off to his brother’s wife. All he wanted was her. He couldn’t bear to think of Jessica anymore.To say the least he was a bit annoyed by all of her phone calls and had ignored a few of them before falling asleep in the living room. She wouldn’t give him any head space and this was supposed to be a vacation from everyone and everything.

He was thinking too much. It was time to forget her and everything else for the time being and focus on taking care of his hard on. He began to imagine Allison’s luscious lips closing over the tip of his cock. He wanted to take his time with the fantasy but just thinking about her sucking him off brought him to a climax in a matter of minutes. He’d never been this excited Starzbet over a woman before but he’d never known anyone like Allison either.

He got up and cleaned himself off, but he was still hard even after all that. He decided to sleep it off. He’d gone far enough and felt wrong about acting on his impulses . He was definitely going face the music in the morning and he wasn’t to sure what Nick’s reaction would be. With any luck Allison would keep it all quiet until he left.

“Jake!”

“Hmm…”

“Jake…wake up man!”

Jake slowly opened his eyes. He was half asleep and sluggishly raised his head from the pillow. It was Nick.

“I’m coming.” Jake replied as he got up from bed. He was still hard from the night before and he quickly slipped on a pair of baggy sweats before he opened the door.

“What’s up?” He yawned as he let Nick in.

“Alli made breakfast before she left for work. Come downstairs before I eat it all.”

“What time is it?” Jake asked as he rubbed his eyes.

“10:30…I’m about to leave too. Hurry up. I gotta talk to you about something.”

“Yeah…alright.”

Nick turned to leave but Jake didn’t follow. He had a feeling that whatever Nick wanted to say to him had to do with last night. He was probably going to get one hell of a lecture and even though he deserved it, it wasn’t totally his fault. They could’ve gone to their room but they decided to stay in the living room for a little thrill, as Nick put it. That was going to be his defense. He only hoped that he could be convincing enough and not be labeled a pervert. He took a deep breath and threw a T-shirt on. At least Allison wasn’t home. He might have cracked in front of her.

He slowly made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. Sure enough, Nick was waiting for him at the counter with a cup of coffee.

“You look worn out man. Didn’t sleep so good?” Nick asked.

“I’m alright. Just a little tired.”

“Well you can rest up today. You’re gonna have the whole house to yourself. Alli made you a plate.” He said gesturing to a tiny platter of pancakes, bacon and eggs on his right.

“Wow, looks good. I’m starved.” Jake said with a slight smile.

He knew what was coming and would rather get it over with before he sat down to eat.

“So what did you want to talk about?” He asked nervously, waiting for Nick to turn up the heat.

“Well…Alli told me about last night. How she saw you watching us.” Nick said with a blank face.

He didn’t seem upset and Jake slowly relaxed the tension in his body.

“Yeah…I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…it just…”

“Don’t sweat it man. I’ll bet you didn’t know she had a thing for you.” Nick smiled.

“What?” Jake said with a tiny frown. “Me?”

“Yeah. She told me that she had a little crush on you.”

“Get outta here!”

“Its true. Alli and I are very open with each other. We talk about everything and don’t hide anything from each other. It’s always been that way. That’s why we’re so happy.”

“Well I guess that makes sense. So…you’re not mad at me?”

“Nah. She thought it was funny and I did too. I didn’t know you had a thing for her until yesterday. It was written all over your mug when you walked in.” Nick said with a sly smile.

“I didn’t…I mean I never really looked at her like that before…I mean she’s beautiful and all…I just…” Jake stuttered.

“Jake take it easy. Its alright man. She’s cool.”

Jake sighed with relief and slumped down on the kitchen stool. It was going to be okay. Nick wasn’t going to kick him out and he wouldn’t have to go to back home to mom. Of course he wasn’t completely out of the woods yet because even though Allison thought he was cute, he would still have to apologize to her. Things would be awkward for a while and he wanted her to know that he really wasn’t a creep.

Nick gulped the last of his coffee down and still stared at jake.

“What?” Jake asked as he chewed on a strip of bacon.

“That wasn’t the only thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong. I guess I should start from the beginning. Alli and I…when we got serious she had this friend. Her name was Karen and we did a lot together.”

“Uh you mean all three of you…” Jake said with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah. It was years ago though. Karen was bi and she approached Alli and I one day. We had a lot of fun together but karen eventually moved away. We never did anything else after that, but I promised Alli that one day if she wanted to try it with two guys, well…I would be okay with it.”

“No shit!” Jake chuckled. “So that’s what you were talking about when you said it’s her turn. I thought you guys were swingers or something.”

“No nothing like that. We were close with Karen and we trusted her. We could have taken it further, but she left and got married. We would only go with someone we trust, and…I trust you little brother.”

“Me?” Jake responded, almost choking on his food.

“Yeah. She wants you. She wants both of us and I’d rather not bring someone I don’t know into our house. When karen left, Alli told me that shed always thought about being with both of us but you were too young when she met us. So…I promised her that if the chance ever came up, I’d ask you. So…what do you say?”

In Transit

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Public Sex

We fly into Denver airport five hours late, and I take my time disembarking the plane — relaxed in the knowledge that I have missed my connecting flight by hours, and that there is unlikely to be any more till the morning. I thank the staff, and earn myself a weary smile, as I amble my way onto the airbridge, following the stream of grungy passengers into the terminal.

All of us are late.

None of us are going anywhere.

Everybody knows it.

There is a certain relaxation in it, as one hundred of so people line up in the terminal, the queue arching around the head of the travelator and back again, tired people stretching their limbs and speaking quietly to one another.

I end up at the back of the queue, along with a couple old biddies and another backpacker — dark skin, deep brown eyes. She gives me a smile, and I smile back, and then we both dump our packs and ourselves on the floor, backs to the glass of the travelator, and proceeded to pull books out our bags, and pass the time.

Distantly I am aware of the airport, the high roof, the wide glass windows, the two old biddies standing over us, chuckling to one another, and nudging every so often — skin warn soft with age, hair thin and loose, floating like clouds above them. Ahead of us is a group of high-school students- a sports team by the looks of it, and then a young family, and further ahead a married couple, all sandy eyed and waiting.

I shuffle along as the line pulls forward, and my new travel accomplice shuffles after, still reading: “Mary Poppins Opens the Door”.

By the time I eventually reach the help desk it was almost midnight. I fell tired, but still flush with the energy of travel, so I smile as best I can at the bedraggled airport assistant. “Busy evening?”

She smiles back, a hint of sparkle in those worn eyes.

“You might say that.”

Pretty. I wonder if-

For a moment I think she might read my mind — not sure whether to flush red or smile wider, but instead she continues in the calm professional manner of all airport staff:

“We’ve got one room left in the airport hotel, king sized bed, ahhh… are you two together?”

The flight assistant look, back and forward between me, and where I realize my de facto travel companion is standing.

“Yeah!” my companion stated “We’ll take it!”

What?

I look at her, her fierce glittering smile, nose stud, front and back packs, a true amazon –

You do realize she isn’t offering to sleep with you. Or rather, she is, but only in the most literal sense.

You can probably change that.

She probably wants you too.

The thrill of the chase flickers in my chest, my ribcage an aviary, the game of seduction, both players ready and willing…

I can feel myself leaning closer to her, my feet yearning to take that single step, close enough to wrap an arm around her.

Her eyes grin, daring me to call her a liar, daring me to disagree.

This girl is beautiful. All you have to do is play along, all you have to do is –

Out of the corner of my eye I spot the old ladies trailing behind us, trundling over to the assistance desk, luggage used for balance.

Don’t-

“I-“

Her expression turns black.

Just don’t do it.

“I don’t think we can, sweety.” I gesture at the pair behind us.

“Ah.” She steps away from the help desk, deflated, annoyed. “Yeah, fine.”

I turn back to the assistant “Is there anywhere we can get food around here? If you can’t give us a spot at the hotel, could you at least give us that?”

She shoves a stack of meal vouchers my way, and then turns to her final customers, forgetting about us even in the moment of breaking eye contact.

As I turn, I catch one of the old ladies smiling at me, nodding pleasantly.

How much did you see? How well do you know how much I just gave up for you?

*************

I catch up with the girl fifty meters later. She’d stalked off, obviously annoyed, obviously unimpressed.

“Hey! Hey! They gave us meal vouchers!”

The moment I catch up she rounds on me, punching me in the shoulder “You asshole.”

“Ow!”

“You have any idea how long its been since I’ve slept in a king sized bed?”

She snatchs the meal vouchers from my hand and rifles through them. “Cheap skates. This is barely thirty bucks.” The vouchers get shoved back, and she continues walking.

“Well do you want them or not?”

“Of course I do!” she snaps “That’s why we’re looking for food now.” She indicates the terminal up ahead, what looks like a foodcourt.

“we”

“we”, not “I”.

I follow, eyes catching at the powerful swish swish of her billowing hippie pants as she strides along. One pack front, one back, forceful and oblivious to anything the might get in her way.

“I could hardly leave those two old ladies stuck in the airport overnight — they’d break a hip!”

“I know that,” she replies “Which is why I’m so annoyed at you, which is why…” She stops, turns to me, adjusting my shoulder straps, eyes distant, abstracted. “Look — bedava bahis what you did back there was sweet. It was really sweet, and it was the right thing to do, and it was actually kind of cute.” she turns and continued walking “It was also bloody stupid!”

“Why?”

“Because that girl behind the desk could see that they’re decrepit too! You don’t think the airport would leave two old ladies stumbling around overnight? They’d have come up with something.” We arrived at the food court, glanced around. Everything was closed.

“Two young backpackers on the other hand? Two young’uns like us with strong backs and a plenty of equipment… ohh sure, they’ll be perfectly happy to leave us to rot in a place like this.”

She gestures.

Marooned.

The space is wide, open, ornate almost. The way a cathedral or a palace might have been long ago.

These days this grandeur is saved mainly for malls and corporate offices, occasionally public buildings such as libraries or town halls.

Or, in this case, the airport.

Did I really do something so stupid?

Did I give up a king sized bed with this girl for the sake of two old ladies who were going to get served anyway?

“I’m sorry.”

“No your not.”

“What?”

“Oh come on- we both know that all that crap I just said is made up — a total guess. It might be true, but it might not, and even I only figured it out afterward, so there was no way for you to know it at the time.”

“I-“

I paused for a moment trying to wrap my head around the swift back and forward of her logic, meanwhile she frets around, trying to see if any of the places in the foodcourt were still open. “This way,” she drags me over towards the newsstand. “Hey! You! You know if there’s anywhere left in this airport where me and the boy can get some food?”

The woman at the newsstand directed us downstairs, to the train- the train? –

“- There’s another food court over in Terminal A, I think they’re open later than here.”

“Thanks!”

Again she is striding off, leaving me jogging to keep up.

” ‘The Boy’?” I tease, upon catching up with her.

“Yeah- you’re ‘they boy’ until I think of something better to call you.”

“My name’s Joseph”

“And mines Nadine, thanks for asking.”

I stop following, watch as she stalks away.

She stops at the top of the staircase, glances around, looks back at me. “You coming?”

Something in her pose is hesitant, off-balance almost.

“I… If you need some space then I can give you your share of the vouchers, we can go our separate ways. Its… its fine.”

It isn’t. I hate the idea. But…

“They gave us three tenners- no way to split it even.”

“You can take two, I don’t mind.”

She walks back, right up close, till she was almost bumping into me with her frontpack.

“I really shouldn’t be alone right now.”

I blink.

Above us hang the neon lights, the sculptures, signs pointing out directions, even further above are our reflections, two strangers, far from home, out of place, disjoint, removed.

“And…” She continues, flicking out a tongue to moisten her lips, looking away. “You seem like an okay guy. Giving the room to old ladies rather than jumping on some chance to get laid, listening and stuff… I think having you here might make things easier.”

It doesn’t make sense.

You seem so powerful, so proud.

The fragility doesn’t sit right in my mind, doesn’t fit.

Unconsciously I reach out my hand and take hers.

She lifts our hands together, clasped fingers around mine, as if brothers in arms.

I can’t help but be aware of the soft skin of her forearm against mine.

“Okay?” Our eyes meet.

“Okay,” I nod.

Her business conducted, Nadine turns and strols off down the stairs. “Course- just because I being vulnerable and needy and crap doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on your or anything,”

“Perish the thought.”

“Actually, if anything, I’ll probably treat you even worse now, since I’m pretty sure I can get away with pretty much anything.”

“Do you now?”

A glance over her shoulder, as she bats her eyes. “Pretty much.”

She really is very pretty.

It take me a full second to realize that I’ve stopped moving. She laughs at me, gives me a shove.

There is more of a bounce in her step now, less of a stride, as we descended the marble well towards what is apparently a train station.

At the bottom is a statue of a spaceman, and (as might be expected) a platform with a pair of tracks leading off into the darkness.

“Fancy airport,” I comment.

“I’s kinda weird,” Nadine replies “I’s not like we’re landed anywhere important or anything.”

The train arrives as we talk. We boarded, don’t bother to sit, and watch as the walls of the tunnel skate on by. Every minute or so we gust past a collection of illuminated sculptures on the wall: windsocks and pinwheels, whirling about in the slipstream of the train — children’s toys, like something from a dream.

Terminal A has a twisty casino siteleri train track hanging from the roof for some reason, like something you’d expect if Escher designed roller coasters, and then pinned them to the roof like some kind of bizarre butterfly collection. Completely weird in other words.

I am beginning to get the feeling that whoever designed this airport had something very very wrong with them.

The layout is good though, and me and Nadine bob our way up the marble staircase to the foodcourt, swaying back and forward under the weight of our backpacks. I can’t help but notice that hers are larger, and that anyone seeing us would assume we were a couple and wonder why I was slacking off so badly.

At the top of the staircase there were a dozen or so restaurants (all closed), a McDonald’s (open) and a coffee shop (closing up). We managed to grab two slices of bacon and egg pie each, and a hot chocolate, before they closed, then grabbed a seat in the middle of the empty foodcourt, eating in silence.

The foodcourt is weird without anyone in it. Not quiet abandoned — there were still a couple kids loitering behind the counter of the Mcdonald’s, cleaning staff marching or meandering about — yet still… the lack of customers, the fact that everyone else in the vicinity was staff was… disquieting.

‘Dine wolfs down her pie as if she hasn’t eaten in a week and doesn’t expect to for a week longer. I eat with a knife and fork, enjoying the meal, relaxing into the evening and catching my eyes exploring Nadine a little more, now that she has unturtled herself – various backpacks on the floor.

Her hair is short, wavy, the colour of expensive wooden furniture. She is gangly- flat chested, dappled with freckles, and surprisingly muscular, especially in the arms, which probably explains the force behind the punch from earlier.

I receive a savage kick beneath the table.

“You looking at me?”

I look up and hold her wildered gaze- eyes brown flecked with green. We stare each other down while I finished my mouthful, and for a moment I am reminded of the street dogs of Baghdad — stray, hungry, proud. I can feel her, inquisitive, daring me to look away, looking for an excuse to lash out at me again.

“Yeah, I’m looking.” I admit, after clearing my throat. “Trying to figure out who I’m hanging out with.”

She nods, kicks me again, lightly, and goes back to eating, apparently satisfied.

“Okay,” She says through a mouth of pastry. “Wha’d’ya see?”

“You’re strong. I wondered for a bit if you went to the gym, but you don’t seem like the kind of person who does that.”

“Too poor?”

“To… pragmatic. Like you wouldn’t bother have muscle if it wasn’t good for something.”

She nods. “Farm labor,” she explains “Landscaping. Lots of out-door work. Easiest to pick up when you’re on the road.”

“Makes sense. Been traveling a while?”

She turns away, suddenly studying the vast empty space of building.

“Yeah. A while.”

She falls silent, and I leave her to her thoughts, finishing the rest of my pie and watching as she withdraws a camera from her backpack and starts snapping pics of the I-beams and reflections in the marble floor. She takes pictures at weird angles, and scrolls through them afterwards, deleting ruthlessly. Even after I finish eating I don’t disturb her, watching as she snaps picture after picture, frowning, fidgeting, looking for something, not a single human in any shot she takes.

The last of the janitorial staff in the area comes up and asks after our plates, and after that we stand, lug on our packs, and head off.

I don’t know where we’re going.

Her fingers find mine, entwine, lock, hot little hands, rough from working the land, our forearms brushing together, packs swaying left and right, in time so as to balance one another.

I give her hand a squeeze.

She squeezes back and I can’t help but imagine her forehead against my lips, my arms around her shoulder, warmth, holding one another tight, the sweet smell of it, the image like a jolt. She squeezes again, and I squeeze back, and somehow we find our way to the top of the stairs.

The game continues as we descend the well, and about half way down I realize that her eyes are closed, a smile pursed between her lips, her breathing slow, step step stepping down the stairs at my side, letting me guide her.

Our hands have slowed to the beat of a heart, and even as I notice, I can feel my breath and heart in time.

The temptation to close my own eyes seems overwhelming, and every so often for a few steps I do.

We reach the bottom of the stairs, and stand upon the platform, and wait. I don’t speak, instead admire the architecture, thinking about the woman at my side, her secretive smile, her strength, the slightest trail of ink scrolling up her neck, along her throat.

A flush of air, the train arrives, I lead her in. Soft mellow light. Directionless, ambient. I remove her pack, and then mine, and then her other pack, all with her standing, blind and balancing herself against me, bahis siteleri against the acceleration of the train.

With the packs down, I turn and face her, see her smile ratcheting up a notch, before I step forward, take her in my arms, and meet her lips.

Our kiss is soft, a barest brushing of lips, a sharing of breath, the deceleration of the train as we approach the next deserted station pressing us against one another. I find myself uncomfortably aware of my own breathing. We kiss again and again, a million little pecks, a continuous susurration between our lips as if sharing secrets.

A stray arm wraps around her shoulder, runs a palm against the back of her neck, combs fingers through dark feathery hair. She pulls back, rubs her head against my hand, rolls her shoulders, smiles. “It’s been a long time.”

“Since your last kiss?”

“Since I could last close my eyes.”

We sit, melt against the seats, she unzips her hoody, revealing a red singlet, tight even against the slightest of curves. I kiss her neck, hungry now, and roll her backwards, scooping my arms beneath the hoody on the way.

She shrugs out of it, climbs onto me, pulling me down against her, and the angle of it forces my lips lower, past her shoulder, to the soft dark skin above her breast, and then…

“Keep going,”

By the time I reach the soft rise of her breast she’s arch back, presenting herself, arms caught at her side by the sleeve of the hoody, singlet and bra already dislodged from bare shoulders, easily brushed aside.

I lick.

Her chest is almost entirely flat, but for two dark circles.

Our eyes meet as I lap at her nipple; deep brown pools of panic and desire. She nods.

Her singlet presses up against my chin, protesting my presence, and I lick again, eliciting a shudder.

Her breathing has slowed, her entire chest and spinal column soaking into the action, as if meditating, as if trying to center herself.

I lick again, and then run circles around her. My spare hand damps fingers in her mouth, and then uses them to stimulate her other side. I need to touch all of her.

I study the gentle curve of her throat, the goosebumping skin of her chest, the weight of my chest relaxing more and more into the gap between her legs, forcing them apart. Impossible to focus, mind adrift, wafting on wide waves of desire.

“yes.” She runs fingers through me hair, scratching at me, her breathing held level by force of will as I suckle on her. “Yes…”

My other arm twists beneath her leg, and then up into the gap in between, slipping under her pants, and then touching. She moans. I need to fuck her, need to please her, feel my finger scrabble desperately, trying to find a away inside, and then they do- her back arches, and I keep rubbing at her, and for a long while we stay like this. Twisted togeather. Entwined. Locked. Desperate to complete one another, unwilling to pull away enough to let that happen.

I stroke her, stroke the tight slippery flesh of her insides, and occasionally move my lips to the other side, giving both her gentle breasts my attention.

We could have done this inside.

We could have done this in a king size bed.

The image of it startles me, the image of fucking her amongst blankets and pillows- soft yellow light, her smile, the rich creamy curtains, her gasps against the window, I crush her tighter, hear her moaning, gasping-

her fist yanks me up, yanks me back to reality, back to the train, the here, the now, away from her chest, with wild eyes staring at me, confused and pained.

“Enough. Enough games, just fuck me.”

I nod, pull my fingers out from her, feeling her shudder.

Someone could walk in at any moment.

Somehow that makes it even hotter than the hotel room.

I stand, scuff out of shoes, shrug off my pants. As I go for my shirt, she manages to somehow melt out of the chair, puddling onto the floor below. She clings onto my legs, and then, plaintively, takes my cock into her mouth.

I relax.

I relax and continue taking off the shirt as her tongue circles round my tip. She bobbs against me, hands stroking at my legs even as my cock expands into her throat. She seems completely focused, completely calm. Innocent, in a way I didn’t expect and don’t understand.

I push, ever so slightly, and watch as her eyes flutter. Her grip on my legs tightens, and then changes to knives. She pumps, not just her head, but her entire body against me, and I do my best not to think about it, not to think how I own her.

By the time she pulls back my breathing is regular and my eyes are closed. I let myself drop, first to my knees, and then twisting, on top of her, my hands braced across her wrists. Neither of us bothers with eye contact now, we’re both two busy studying each others bodies. Her hair’s a mess, her nipples erect, I can feel the tension in her arms, pressing up against me. Her chest and neck are a constellation of freckles, dappled with goosebumps in between, bright with sweat. She wriggles. I want her. She lines herself up and I press down. I slip into her slick folds, pushing all the way to the back with a thump. She goes limp, and I do it again, this time not so far, taking my time to pull out slowly between each stroke. Her cunt tightens around me each time I pull out, and she watches, horrified and captivated, as I nail her against the floor.