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 Airport Scene 3 By Sirkeljerk (http://sirkeljerk.diaryland.com)

   Nicole's pussy juiced right up when she saw him.  Fifty, fifty two, she
guessed, balding, ok really bald, with two tufts of hair, one over each
ear. He wore a suit, very nice cut, probably Brooks Brothers, but maybe
even nicer.  Nicole couldn't quite tell by looking yet.  He was tall, and
skinny, long legs bunched uncomfortably into the airport lounge seat.  He
was perfect.  Very Daddy.

   Nicole swung her backpack down in the seat next to the guy, sitting too
close had a way of putting them on guard, then she flounced down with
studied nonchalance.  Her tee shirt said Pepsi today, in red white and blue
and was very tight to her chest, showing of her little buds.  They were
admittedly small, only a b cup, but very perky, and besides, their
smallness took at least two years off her 18.  Her skirt was white and
short, riding up her skinny legs as she tucked one leg under to perch on
it. Nicole flipped up her shoulder length blond hair, and looked right at
the man next to her, smiling shyly.  She pulled her backpack off the seat
between them, wouldn't do to block his view, and pulled out her magazine,
teen something or other.  It was actually from like, last March, but it
worked well as a prop.  She never really read it, always more concerned
with working her leg back and forth underneath her, stimulating her pussy
ever so slightly, but just enough so Mr.  so and such would notice. 
Inevitably they noticed, probably from her slightly bopping up and down,
maybe from the change in breathing, Nicole never bothered to ask.  All she
knew was once she saw the guy, it was only a matter of time.  This one was
already staring at her, and Nicole could tell she was not even flushed yet.
Had barely started really, just ever so slightly tickling her young cunt
with her smooth leg.

   Five and then ten minutes later he was still watching as she lazily
flipped through the pages of the magazine that she was not reading.  Her
panties were now soaked, she could feel the moisture on her bare leg, and
she was breathing a little ragged.  Nicole was also taking longer and
longer looks at the guy.  Smiling a little.  Once licking her top lip,
almost imperceptibly.  The guy was staring, well not quite, he was still
blushing and looking away when she looked over, but he was staring.  No one
else in the lounge had noticed, she didn't think.  If she drew too much
attention, her Daddies never got up the courage to start talking to her. 
But the lounge was pretty empty and this one was here pretty early, there
was still an hour and a half till his flight.  Convinced that he was paying
enough attention, Nicole slid her leg out from under her, damp down around
her ankle, and pulled a sweatshirt from her bag over her lap, then slipped
her hand underneath, sliding beneath her skirt.  Her panties were indeed
soaked as she eased her finger past the elastic of the leg hole, and then
she was touching her bald pussy, something which also took a couple of
years off her age.  The first touch of her finger was always dangerous. 
About a third of the time she came, sometimes making a little noise and
that sometimes scared the daddies away.  This time she restrained herself,
letting the shocks from her clit flow through her body.  If he was paying
attention, he knew what she was doing.  And if he was as lonely and horny
as she guessed he was, he would say something soon.  If not she was going
to cum as that nice warm feeling filled her pussy, then her legs, her
nipples were hard, pushing braless against her tee and she could feel the
stich of the shirt tickle and scratch their sensitive ends.



   "Are you alright miss?" Not very original, Nicole judged as she opened
her eyes and looked over at the one who would be Daddy.  She'd heard a lot
of different lines, appropriate and not to the situation.  Some she could
tell, were mostly worried about what to say to her.  These were the more
forward ones, usually the more satisfying Daddies.  They would say things
like, "could you use a hand," or "don't you think mine would feel better,"
or even once, "why don't you come sit on my lap, little girl (that one had
been particularly exciting, fucking her not once but three times in the
space of a layover)." Others though were just conflicted about whether they
should talk to her at all.  These were the ones that asked her where she
was going and whether she saw that the Giants had won the pennant.  They
tended to be far less exciting, though far more paternal.  This guy was of
the latter variety, and Nicole still had not decided which she liked better
on her frequent visits to the airport.



   Nicole blushed prettily and looked at the Daddy, her clit throbbing once
as she took him in.  He really was perfect, older, harried, not sexy in any
traditional sense, but oh what a turn-on he was.



   "I'm sorry mister, I think I got a little carried away.  Sometimes I get
so bored waiting."



   Now it was his turn to blush as Nicole sort of admitted to what she'd
been doing.  Smiling, she glanced obviously at his crotch, where his cock,
of course, was nice and hard, tenting the fabric slightly.  He coughed and
reached to readjust, only remembering when his hand was on his cock that
she was still looking at him.  She met his embarrassed gaze and smiled at
him, blushing again.  Her flirting, she had decided long ago, was something
of a talent.



   Nicole found out the man's name was Mr.  Walsh, that he was heading out
on business and that he had two daughters, both slightly older than her. 
Nicole always asked about daughters, both for her own sake and for the
Daddies.  She liked imagining what it would be like to be the Daddy of this
man, what it would be like to be his Daddy where he could come and touch
her whenever he liked.  The Daddies didn't like being reminded of their
daughters at first, didn't like the moral questions that it dumped on them,
but later, later they always took on the role so much easier.  Silly
Daddies.



   Nicole moved over a seat so she was sitting next to Mr.  Walsh, feigning
not being able to hear, bringing her sweatshirt with her into her lap.  At
this point things were a lot less planned.  Each Daddy was different when
it actually came to taking that fateful step.  One had actually
transitioned very quickly, pretending that Nicole was his daughter right
their in the terminal.  It had been empty, and then filled up, all the time
this guy pretending that she was his little daughter, and using that
license to touch her, feel her, in what would have only be marginally
suspect ways if he had really been her daughter, but were deeply suspect
given that she wasn't.  She had gotten up on that Daddy's lap and felt his
hard wood pressing into her bottom.  Had rocked back and forth while he
told her about Mommy and her little brother.  She'd asked if they could go
get food, and he had limped behind her, cock surely painful in his pants.
Then she'd slipped her into Jerome's closet and blown him while he talked
on and on about <I>their</I> family.



   Many times though, and this was going to be one of those times, the
Daddies needed another little push.  Nicole slid her finger back beneath
her skirt and up into her wet and itchy little cunny.  This time she did
cum, looking up in to the Daddy's eyes, mouth falling into a little oh as
she panted softly and smiled serenely, sweat breaking out on her forehead.
She leaned into Mr.  Walsh, pressing her little tits against his arm,
pushing her face into his neck as she shivered down from the orgasm.  He
was stunned, but his cock was rock hard, and he reached around her to pull
her closer to him.  Whispering softly to her as she pushed herself again up
to the peak.  Nicole stopped on the edge, pulling her finger out and using
it to swipe long blond hair from her face, the odor of her young cunt
thereby floating to the Daddy's nose.  She whispered in his ear, calling
him Daddy, giving him license, telling him she was sooooo horny.  Couldn't
help herself.  Could he?



   Maybe half, a little less, pulled back here.  Tempted, but too afraid,
too faithful, too something.  Mr.  Walsh was not one of these men.  He slid
his arm off her shoulder, down her back to her tight little ass and gave it
a squeeze, moaning softly as he felt the firm high ass.  Where he
whispered, and then followed Nicole as she got unsteadily to her feet,
grabbing her bag.  He caught up to her, took her hand, whispered that she
was a bad girl, but Daddy had just what she needed.  Nicole dragged him
along, pussy throbbing, ringing in her ears from her self inflicted orgasm.
Jerome's closet was just passed the starbucks.  Jerome was a maintenance
man at the airport and her sister's ex-husband.  Large black guy, big dick.
He and Nicole had an arrangement and Nicole, September 11th be damned, had
a key to his closet.  She and Mr.  Walsh slipped into the damp musty room,
his hands grabbing her little teen tits as soon as they were out of sight,
squeezing hard on the so sensitive nipples.  Nicole moaned, and pushed her
little ass back against his very full pants.



   "Daddy what do you want?  What do you want your little slut daughter to
do?" Nicole breathed heavy as she ground into his dick, moaning every time
he pulled at her nipples.  Her shirt quickly was off and his hands were on
her skin, pinching and pulling at her nipples, flooding her cunt with more
and more juice.  She was going to have to throw these panties away if she
did not get them off.  Nicole slid to her knees, pushing her ass up high
into the air.  Mr.  Walsh finally spoke, told little girl that he wanted to
fuck her from behind, feel that tight little ass while he fucked his baby
girl.



   Nicole moaned and pulled the back of her skirt up, exposing her soaked
thong.  Mr.  Walsh pulled that down and stuck to fingers deep up within her
cunt, hurting her slightly, filling her.  Fuck me daddy, fuck me quickly,
mommy will be home soon, Nicole whispered.  She spun around and slid his
pants, down and off, kneeling on them so that she was not on the hard tile
floor.  Mr.  Walsh, began, complaining, but then Nicole wiggled her tight
little ass, soaking wet pussy peaking between her legs, eyes imploring the
Daddy from over her shoulder.  He pushed her forward roughly to her
forearms and then sunk his cock into her soaking hole.  Nicole screamed,
probably almost too loud, but Mr.  Walsh didn't notice.  He was too busy
fondling her ass while he fucked her teen cunt.  Nicole's skin was fair and
clear and this Daddy could not get enough of it as he fucked her hard,
balls slapping up against her clit, hands now spanking her clear white ass.
He was grunting, trying to hold his load from dumping into her cunt too
quickly, fighting the battle that all the Daddy's lost.  She could tell as
his grunts got more insistent that he was about to cum.  He'd been in her
for barely a minute.  Fuck me daddy, fuck your little girl while mommy's
out, Nicole moaned, speeding things up.  He was so close and she could feel
it.



   "Daddy, don't cum in me daddy.  You don't want to get me pregnant, do
you daddy, please don't give me a baby," Nicole whined in her littlest
girl's voice.  They almost never lasted after that.  It killed her Daddy's
every time.  She felt Mr.  Walsh slip out and then she spun around, quickly
sliding her mouth onto his pussy slick cock.  Moaning cum daddy, cum around
his cock, tasting her own juices, Nicole felt the cock spasm and then fill
her mouth with his seed.  Mr.  Walsh balanced himself against the wall and
then slowly slid to the floor as Nicole cleaned up his cock.  Then she
smiled, and stood, stuffing her soaked panties in her bag and slipping on
her shirt, subtly kicking Mr.  Walsh's underwear under a shelf.  It would
take him a moment to find them once he recovered himself.  Nicole squatted,
giving this Daddy one last glimpse of her freshly fucked pussy and then
kissed him once on the forehead, whispering bye-bye daddy.



   Outside she quickly ducked around a corner, nodding to Jerome who in a
few minutes would rouse Mr.  Walsh out of his closet.  Nicole ducked into
the employee changing room, and slid down on a bench, dumping her bag at
her side.  Then she flipped through Mr.  Walsh's wallet.  A good take, plus
now Jerome would blackmail Mr.  Walsh, poor Daddy that he was.  Nicole left
the wallet in Jerome's locker and then hurried out the door and past
security.  Her sister Meg was on at McDonald's in half an hour and she
would be wanting her security pass.  Nicole, hurried out to the bus, juices
sloshing between her legs.  She definitely liked her job better than Meg's.